Of all the girls in pursuit of Keitaro, Kanako was the most dangerous. The most determined. The most prepared. The most devious and cunning and overall skilled, mastering many tricks and talents to gain her access to her beloved stepbrother's penis. And hand in marriage. Because let's get real here, she was also kind of the most perverted out of the bunch as well.
Anyway, just now? She'd only pretended to faint. I mean, please. As if something like this would be sufficient. All things being equal, Kanako was still Kanako even if her personal reality was being completely fucked with by a reality warping device. Top rank performance, right? Absolutely perfect!
Then, all she'd had to do was wait. Wait until these idiots started bickering among themselves - or for her dear, sweet, clever stepbrother to take a cue from her and use the opportunity to distract them all. Giving her the chance to complete their destiny, by reaching the accursed Word Processor and ensuring that this time - this time! She would be able to ensure their happiness together! No Witchbot, no Motoko, and she would not give into the desire to type any silly thing that came to mind (or fingers!).
The argument they were having now faded into the background. What mattered was that Kanako was at the word processor. Kukuku! What should she type? What should she type ?A stupid joke perhaps, like 'incest is wincest'? Something straightforward like 'Keitaro marries Kanako'? Oh! 'Keitaro loves only Kanako'? The possibilities were endless! And all she had to do was -
Wait, hold on a moment. She couldn't go against whatever was typed in the machine ,right? Then she should quickly read through all the commands so far, otherwise her scheme would backfire on her. Luckily, Kanako was a fast reader, and so -
Oh. that's right. This eleventh line. Written by Witchbot before they played that 'game'. Kanako is horny. That's all it said. That's why she was so... damn! Since it was written in the present tense, that meant that it was nigh constantly active. No wonder she was rubbing her thighs together so much, She'd thought it was strange, but... Oof! This explained a lot!
Now, as for her new command.. Mmm, but Motoko looked so cute in that maid uniform. And Naomi, her top was so snug you could eaisly see the size and shape of her breasts, and Keitaro, what did it mean that his penis would be the perfect size for any situation? That was a command that hadn't come into play yet -
Then she felt her finger press the enter key, and the cold dread washed over her. What ahd she entered? What had she changed?
0024: "Keitaro and everyone in the room at the moment this was typed are mutual lovers".
Oh phew, she hadn't changed anything at all. That was a relief - wait a second! Weren't the changes retroactive? Therefore, it must not have been true up until this very moment!
"Ah! Naomi, what are you -"
What Naomi was doing was sitting in Keitaro's lap, which wasn't out of the ordinary at all. She thought. Oh, this was a mess! They were all mutual lovers, everyone in the room. She remembered it. She didn't remember how it started, but she remembered that they were mutual lovers.
"You know, we could always use it to spice up our love life a bit," Naomi said. "So long as we're careful and mind what we're typing, it can make things a whole lot of fu~un."
"H-Hold on, I think so-" Keitaro began, but whatever thought he had been abotu to share was quickly muted by Naomi's tongue. Kanako stared at this for a moment. A long, long moment. Shouldn't she be feeling something right about now? Like, murderous, nigh yandere levels of envy? There was a sort of niggling idea that she should be, but... No, not really? There was a touch of envy. Aimed at Naomi for getting to french Keitaro while sitting in his lap... But also aimed at Keitaro for having a total babe like Naomi sit in his lap.
It wasn't just her, either. That sneaky Kitsune girl was slobbering all over Mutsumi's neck. Grr, those two were the most weirdly affectionate out of the bunch of them when they were in the mood. Naomi was just plain aggressive, easily the second most aggressive out of them, right behind -
A sharp tug caught her hair, and a feather duster was held to Kanako's throat as if it was a blade.
"I saw you type something just now," Motoko said. Darn, not as sneaky as she'd thought, huh? "Kanako, I love you dearly, but there are times when you put that to the test."
Kanako rolled her eyes at that, and easily slipped behind Motoko to wantonly grope the maid's chest. By this point she knew all of her weak points already, and every so often it seemed that she needed to be reminded of that fact. In no time flat, she had Motoko whimpering like the needy girl she pretended not to be - until one of them got her in the bedroom.
...
"I may have accidentally made us all into lovers," Kanako said. She held her body close to Motoko's, and ran her hand down the front of her uniform, letting it nestle neatly in between her legs. "So, sorry, I guess."
"Nnngh, you idiot!" Motoko seethed. "Weren't we - ah - supposed to be discussing how to get rid of it?!"
Kanako shrugged and nibbled playfully on Motoko's ear, making her squirm, making her love that she was squirming, making her remember who the top bitch around her really was.
"I guess we should then," Kanako said, suddenly releasing her. She'd had her fun. No need to draw it out any further. Especially since it let her hear Motoko whine, pleading for more of her touch. "While everyone else is distracted, the two of us can work to deal with this mess."
"Grk... F-Fine, fine by me!" Motoko said, and the two of them sat down at the device yet again. "Naomi and I were flummoxed by this thing earlier. Any time we tried to type something, we wound up typing something else. Something wacky, something zany -"
"Something lewd," Kanako finished, noting the bottom few lines.
Cue Keitaro finally working up the nerve to push Naomi off his lap. Figures everyone would notice what they were doing by now. "H-Hey, don't play with the reality warping computer like that!" he warned. "There's no telling what will happen next!"
"That's why we're going to do this the smart way instead of the stupid way," Kanako said. "Big brother! Naomi! Everyone! I know exactly how we can resolve this."
Now, why had Kanako not suggested anything sooner? Well, she had a rather selfish desire to warp reality, didn't she? Wanting Keitaro all to herself. Well, that wasn't really a thing anymore, was it? She was a part of the mutual lovers group occupying this room. In a sense she already had everything that she wanted and more besides. As such, why boggart the word processor?
"We all type in one letter at a time," she said. "We come up with a phrase that makes it impossible for this stupid thing to cause any more mischief. If each of us goes one letter at a time, we'll have control over what we type, and we should be able to stop it from tricking us into writing something weird."
And why not? It worked for Witchbot. Then again, Witchbot's command probably happened to be weird enough that it was fine, which meant they needed a weird enough phrase for this to function properly. Something that didn't contradict the other lines they'd already put in place.
It was the weird part that was throwing her off a little. It was the safest approach to take, to prevent that first command - command 0000 - from preventing them doing what they wanted. It didn't help that Kanako was horny. Stupidly horny, and playing with Motoko's big sensitive breasts was certainly not helping her.
Fortunately, she wasn't the only clever person in the room. Mitsune was, somehow, able to break away from Mutsumi's tender cleavage long enough bring up her own suggestion: "How about if we type -"
- "Keitaro is a proper hentai harem protagonist"
- "Only the last person to have sex with Keitaro can use the Word Processor"
- "Everyone in this room is a millionaire! That might not solve the other issues, but it'll solve plenty of others!"
- "Keitaro fully understands exactly what the Word Processor does, and how reality will change based on what is typed into it.
- "We all have the ability to visit the different versions of reality the Word Processor has created at will!"
- Something else
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