A stunned silence hit the room as every girl present considered the implications of that. Push it onto Keitaro...? Well, that would resolve quite a lot of the issues they'd been having until now. Still... Letting any one person have that much power did seem a bit off, but definitely not any better than letting any of these other girls have it.
Jealousy sparked across the room. Every single girl there was immediately suspicious of each other, and what they might try to do if given half a chance. Given how things were going - how chaotic everything had turned out - this really did feel like the absolute best approach. Whatever reservations any of them had, the other possibilities were, frankly, so much worse. And so they nodded along in agreement, one after the other, because really they didn't have any choice at all, did they?
"Are you sure about that?" Keitaro asked. "I mean, if we go along with that then, uh... Maybe I'd abuse it by lying about it?"
Cue all of them turning that attention onto him, and tapping their feet impatiently. Uh oh. "Or - Or I could also type in something like, Keitaro cannot lie about the word processor..." Ah, and now he felt much less in danger.
They let him sit at the device, and Keitaro truly felt the raw power coming from it. It was... ridiculous really. Merely typing in something here made it true. Yet there was so much evidence in favour of that, how could he even pretend it wasn't anything but the absolute truth? Well... no point in putting it off. Especially with all these girls crowding around him, watching him like a hawk.
He typed it in. 'Keitaro Urashima- the one typing this - understands exactly what the Word Processor is, and how reality will change based on what is typed into it."
The girls let out a sigh of relief- and then against his own will Keitaro found himself hurriedly adding in - "But can only type in things that result in more sexytime" before even Motoko could react, hauling him off his seat... but his foot hit the enter key as he fell backwards, keying it into reality.
"Keitaro..." Naomi growled, hauling him up to his feet. "What sort of perverted nonsense was that at the end?"
"I couldn't help it! Maybe it wasn't weird enough?" Keitaro yelped. Ah. Actually, yes. That was exactly it. "That wasn't weird enough, so it went against the first line - so I immediately entered something to make it weird."
"Did it have to be something perverted?" Shinobu asked. "I mean... unless you're saying it was, in which case technically that would be a sex toy, right...?"
"Ah, well, yeah I suppose it kind of has to be," Keitaro said. "I mean, the device was created by... I guess you could call it a perverted God? They dropped it here to play with us."
Oh dear, that was quite the hushed silence blowing through this room. It felt like nobody quite knew how to digest that. He'd better continue on, unabated.
"So, this perverted God was bored one day, and to alleviate that boredom he made a Word Processor with reality warping powers and used the first line to type in that rule," Keitaro said. "So, uh... It's deliberately intentionally setting us up for horny antics for the sake of his gratification."
Oh no, the silence was even more silent now. It was getting to the point where it would actively negate any noise made! He'd best continue anyway!
"So... Uh, it doesn't matter what we type into it, no matter what we'll make things worse for ourselves," Keitaro said.
"... No way!" Naomi said, rolling her eyes and sitting at the Word Processor. "Check this out, I'll type in something really weird and then -"
Needless to say, but that didn't go well. What exactly did Naomi type? Well, five minutes later she was making out with Motoko, while Kanako was obsessively fellating a banana until it disintegrated in her mouth, Mutsumi was naked, Mitsune was rubbing oil on Keitaro's chest, and Shinobu was recording everything for posterity.
"So, uh... Did I accidentally make all this happen?" Naomi asked, before resuming her sloppy tongue filled makeout with Motoko.
"Yeah," Keitaro said, unable to enjoy the spectacle. No, really. He wasn't enjoying it at all. He most certainly was not putting all this into a file in his perfect memory for later use, honest. "It all played out just the way I thought it would. It doesn't matter what we type, we can only make things worse and not better."
On the plus side, those changes were temporary things. Naomi and Motoko would only kiss like that until one of them gave in, Kanako was actually just going to fellate the banana until it disintegrated in her mouth, Mitsune would go until there was oil on every square inch of his chest, Mutsumi would put clothes on when she left the inn, and Shinobu... Well, Shinobu was obsessively recording everything happening right now for posterity, which was keeping her out of mischief, which was good in his book.
"There we go, all done!" Kitsune said, trailing her delicate naughty hands up to under his chin. "Would you like me to lick that oil off, now?"
"Uh, no thanks, won't be needed," Keitaro said. He flexed a pectoral and winced a bit from realising what had been done to his body. Damn. He really was jacked now, huh? A weary sigh overcame him. He knew why that line had been typed in. He knew why it had been allowed. It was because he would have to deliberately come up with pervy things himself, which would provide that perverted Godlike being even greater entertainment.
There was no undo button. No take backs. Only stepping forward. Which meant that this was a knot you couldn't tie, nor could you slice through with a sword.
But the girls, they were all so damn stubborn and kept trying or demanding of him a “fix for this this”. It seemed no matter how many perverted nonsensical things happened, they were always willing to jump in for another round. At this point he was halfway wondering if they weren’t secretly starting to like this.
Which meant that he needed to somehow keep them from doing that, but do so in a way that would be rather silly and sexy at the same time. Unfortunately, he could only think of one way to do that.
"When one of the girls tries to type anything on the word processor, instead they give Keitaro Urashima a big mouth watering blowjob."
"H-Hold on now, what sort of instruction is that?" Kitsune asked.
"Oh my goodness, that is quite naughty, isn't it?" Mutsume added.
"Keitaro Urashima shows his true colours at last," Shinobu sounded truly disappointed in him.
"Ah! Wait, don't misunderstand!" Keitaro yelled. "It's - it's just to make you girls not want to even try it! Every time you try, instead you do something like that, you get it? And then when you finish, if you try it again then the same thing will happen!"
Right, that was the perfect plan. They would be interrupted every single time they made the attempt. If he tried anything else it would either wind up even more perverted than that when the word processor forced it to be weird and sex, or it wouldn't have the desired effect at all! This was the happiest medium he could think of, based on how this thing worked!
That was the problem with this thing. Before they even knew it there was a knot of chaos around all of their lives, and any attempt to untie that knot would only serve to tighten it. This was the best that Keitaro could do under these conditions!
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