Okay, so like, imagine a story about a dude named Kazuya who *loves* dirty magazines. Like, REALLY loves them. He gets a job at a failing dirty magazine company because, surprise, surprise, he's the only one who applied! It's like winning a pie-eating contest where everyone else got a tummy ache!
Anyway, Kazuya's got three artist ladies to work with: Odagiri, who's about as exciting as a wet noodle, Hayabe, whose drawings are so clean they squeak, and Shimashina, who draws like she's afraid of using all the colors in the crayon box.
Kazuya, being the "expert," decides to spice things up. He starts with Odagiri, and well, let's just say their "art lessons" get steamier than a sauna filled with sweaty hippos. It's like watching two people try to make a fire with wet matches – you know it's not going to end well.
The irony is that Kazuya thinks he's helping these women "find their passion," when really, he's just turning their art into a big, messy reflection of his own desires. It's like that time you tried to help your mom make cookies and ended up throwing flour everywhere!
Long story short, things get out of control faster than a hamster on a wheel. Odagiri runs off, Shimashina is obsessed with him, and Hayabe is nowhere to be found. Kazuya realizes that maybe dirty magazines aren't as simple as he thought.
The whole thing is a big ol' metaphor for how trying to force your own vision onto others just makes a big mess. Like trying to fit a square block into a round hole - it ain't gonna work! It’s a wild, wacky, and kinda messed up story about passion, art, and how sometimes the line between the two gets blurrier than a melted ice cream cone.
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