Kazuma, the Master of the Script... and more!

Kazuma gulped with wide eyes. Yunyun stuttered with a red face. The two of them were stuck in a loop of meaningless babbling, each waiting for the other to start a proper conversation. Kazuma, of course, should have been the one to do so, considering his would-be conversation partner was half-naked and under the effect of some sort of powerful, reality-altered hypnosis. Unfortunately, he was having a bit of a hard time forming his thoughts.

As such, Yunyun was actually the one who regained her composure first. Still hopping in place in a pair of tight bloomers and tee shirt, ridden all the way up to her shoulders and exposing her bare breasts, she finally managed to get a proper word out. "Kazuma... Are you the... m-man with the script I'm supposed to meet in the forest? And then I'm supposed to happily obey you as my master? ... K-Kazuma? Can you stop staring at my, um... F-fuckable Funbags for a second and-"

Hearing that snapped Kazuma out of his trance. Some things were more important than his raging hormones, and those words coming out of Yunyun's mouth qualified! His hands shot out to clamp over the young woman's lips. "N-n-now hold on a moment! If I hear a pure and innocent young lady say things like that, it's gonna mess up something in my head, okay? There are some things that are just too far outside of character and archetype, okay?! I'm going to remove my hand, and then... if you're obeying my orders, my first order is... n-no more talking about your funbags! I m-mean, your boobs! Okay?!?!"

Kazuma figured that would make conversation easier, but when he removed his hand, Yunyun didn't look pleased. "What are you talking about? 'Out of archetype?' Master Kazuma, have you forgotten my class is Arch Sexy Jumproper? Talking about those is an important part of my skillset! If you don't let me talk about my..." She hesitated, looking afraid of upsetting him. "My... B-big Baps-"

"No!!"

"My Chubby Chinslappers?"

"Even worse! Please stop!"

"My Dirty Dicksmashers...?"

"Are you... are you just working your way through the alphabet?" Kazuma asked her, gripping her shoulders. "I'm begging you, please, no more... My image of you is getting destroyed..."

"If you say so. But Master Kazuma, aren't you going to tell me what's going on?"

"As soon as I figure it out..." The adventurer had finally realized that if he wanted Yunyun to stop talking about her chest, a good first step would be to stop staring at it. He thought he'd pretty well etched their shape and motion into his brain by this point, anyway, ready to call to mind on any lonely night or restroom visit if he ever needed them... If that was the only reward he got from this excursion, it'd be enough, but he thought that could be just the beginning. Finally, he had a chance to turn his attention to the script he'd stolen off the fleeing figure. With trembling hands, he flipped it open to a random page and began reading... "Patiently, Yunyun watched as Kazuma began reading the script which gave him command over her and spoke aloud the words he read on the page. Meanwhile, bound by the jumprope, she continued to hop in place, shaking her impressive chest-"

"M-my Awful Eyefuls," Yunyun added, still bouncing.

"'M-my Awful Eyefuls,' she added, still bouncing." Kazuma rubbed his chin. So far, this was pretty easy to follow. What was written in the script was like a real-time, barely time-offset report of everything that happened, with all the action centered around Yunyun. Reading it would have been an eye-popping experience, if he hadn't already gotten a hint of how this would work from the fat pervert's long-winded explanation. The script itself was a thick stack of pages bound in a plastic spine. Either he'd gotten really lucky, or it had a magic property that made it open straight to the present time by default. But, if he turned a page or two back... Yep. The text there described what had happened to Yunyun earlier that morning, exactly as the script's previous owner had said it. There were red marks all throughout with "corrections" in poor handwriting, many of which were directly responsible for Yunyun's current predicament.

"Wait..." Kazuma lifted the script into the air and shook it, then scanned the grass around him, then glanced back at the woman behind him. "Yunyun, did you pick up anything like a pen, or pencil, or quill?"

"I did! It looked important, so I picked it up... Ah! But my hands are tied up. Luckily, one of my handy jumprope tricks is picking up items with my Ginormous Jigglies, even tied up."

Kazuma could just look at the script to find out if that was true, but why bother? Sure enough, one peek at her undefended body and it was hard not to notice the tip of a strange device poking out of the valley where she was compressing it by bunching her arms against the sides of her chest and leaning forward. "Um... Do you mind if I take... That is, Ms. Yunyun, ma'am, with respect, and as your friend, and as your Master, can I just um... I'll just reach in there and grab it...?"

Yunyun's lip trembled, but she nodded, then fixed her smile. "Don't worry about it... I'm used to holding people's things with my Hefty Handfuls... And I'm used to people grabbing things from them, too, or even playing with them-"

"Please don't be used to that!" Kazuma begged. Instead of savoring the experience, he timidly used his fingers with all the precision of tweezers to nab what he wanted from Yunyun's chest. Sure enough, it was a writing utensil, although a kind he'd never seen before. It looked less advanced than the ink pens from his world, but relatively advanced for this world. That said, its function basically seemed to be to automatically feed ink from an attached cylindrical well to the tip of a mechanical quill. The tip was stained red... This was definitely it.

The young man couldn't deny he felt a certain sort of power... The kind of power he ought to have had in the first place, when he got sent to this all-too-realistic fantasy world! With the power to control reality, maybe he'd actually be fighting the Demon King, not stuck with three useless party members in some nowhere town doing nothing...

Then again, was that blowing things out of proportion? All this script seemed to let him do was control Yunyun, or maybe what happened to her. He flipped backwards through pages idly. His expression soured. "Holy... Wait... Something's not right here. Yunyun, is all this really stuff that happened to you? You dropped out of the magic academy? You never learned any spells? This is the saddest thing I ever read..."

"Please don't tell me my life story is the saddest thing you ever read with tears in your eyes, Master Kazuma."

Realizing he had begun crying, Kazuma folded the script back to its front page. Finally, he saw something he could work with. "Aha! The title. This is the script of 'The Story of Yunyun.' And the name's in red. Hell yeah! Yunyun, I think I figured out how to turn you back to normal."

"Is there something about this that's not normal?" Yunyun asked. "I mean, besides you being my Master... That's a little weird. Oh, is it about the jumprope? Because if so, don't worry about it! I can get out of this at any time, you know! I'm a pro! Seriously!"

Kazuma was barely listening. Instead, he decided to cross out the name on the front cover in red ink. "And... presto! How's that, Yunyun?"

****** tilted her head curiously. She was still bound, still braless, still bouncing, and still brainwashed. "How's what?"

Kazuma realized what had happened as soon as he'd opened his mouth to say her name. Even though he knew it was right, something about it felt wrong, like he was defying some law everyone else knew... "Oh shit! I deleted your name!"

"Deleted my name?! But Kazuma, it's right here on my shirt! Look, it says 'BOINBOIN'."

"Your name isn't Boinboin!" Kazuma retorted in frustration. "Dammit, this is going nowhere..."

"Wouldn't it make sense if it was? You know... Because of my Bouncy Boing-Boings?"

The script-holder was ignoring her again, staring at the script and tapping it with his pen. It was so strange... With every tap of the pen point against the paper, he felt something like a shudder of power run through it. Was that latent power, or hunger? Either way, it was definitely making him antsy to write something down, like it was goading him into rushing... "But screw that! No way am I just gonna start using this thing willy-nilly."

"Kazuma...? I don't know everything about this script you're looking at, but-"

"That's it!!" As soon as Boinboin muttered that timid start of a thought, Kazuma bolted upright. "You just gave me a great idea!" Without a second thought, sure he'd just had a flash of inspiration, Kazuma flipped the script back open to the default present page and pressed pen to paper, fitting a new sentence into both the space between lines and reality itself.

Yunyun is capable of answering any question about this book and how it works, when asked by her Master.

"How's that? Yunyun, tell me how I undo changes from this book!"

"... H-huh? Who's that...?"

Kazuma let out a weary sigh. He crossed over his previous statement.

The nameless woman known as Boinboin is capable of answering any question about this book and how it works, when asked by her Master. "Okay, take two. How do I undo changes in this book?"

"You have to have the book completely shut when you erase the name to disable the effects on any person. Or, you can run your finger down the spine to remove the effects without changing the person it applies to. Or, if the ink is another color-"

"That's enough for now. Finally, I can set things back to normal! I can undo all of it and set it back to normal. I can get plain old Yunyun back, thank goodness. No more roped-up jumping, no more bouncing boobs with silly names... Haha. Ha." Kazuma trailed off thoughtfully. He gave a long, thoughtful pause. He took in a deep breath. "No more what?"

"Uh... If I'm understanding you correctly... N-no more Killer Curvies? No more Leading Ladies?" Boinboin didn't fully follow, but she made a point of shaking her chest for her master, seeing that he'd finally changed his mind about addressing the elephants in the room.

Kazuma let out a sigh of contentment. "Maybe I'm gonna miss that, after all... Okay." He shut the scriptbook tightly and crossed off the name on the cover. Rather, he was striking through it an additional time. When he did so, the name vanished seeming well and truly deleted.

And the woman in front of him had gone back to normal.

And now that Yunyun was herself again, with her boobs tucked back into her usual top and her legs covered by a somewhat more decent skirt, her hands were free to hold a wand. She was now leveling that wand at him in the air with all of the menace and threat a stuttering, red-faced eighteen-year-old could. "Kazumaaaa!! How could you... How could you do all that to me?! Y-y-you made me say so many ridiculous things! You changed my name to Boinboin?! You took away all of my magic and made me humiliate myself in town and you... you looked at... y-you you you looked at my-"

"Massive Milkjugs?" Kazuma completed her sentence without thinking, only to get a loud shriek in response.

"Y-yes, those! I mean, nooo, not those!! You've crossed so many lines here, Kazuma! I can't forgive someone for this, even if it's you! How are you gonna take responsibility?!"

Kazuma was sweating, now. He'd seen Yunyun cast advanced magic almost instantly in the past. If she used her favorite, Light of Saber, he'd be visiting the Goddess sooner than he planned... Not the blue-haired one drunk off her ass in town somewhere, the real one! "Look, Yunyun. Look in my eyes. We're friends, aren't we? Think about all the good times together, where we've helped each other out. Think about how sad Megumin's gonna be if you kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you, just... knock some memories out of you, that's all! Don't worry, after I'm done, I'll find Aqua to heal you, and... K-Kazuma? Master Kazuma, are you seriously writing in that book again?!" Boinboin shouted in disbelief, unable to fathom that with a near-literal gun to his head, Kazuma had once again quickly returned her name to the cover and written that all the changes from before were back. Her embarrassing outfit bearing her new name was on again; her boobs (or one of the hundreds of wacky names she had for them) were bare to the setting sun; her previous wand-waving hand was bound to her side with the other; she was helpless to avoid hopping in place to put on a show for her Master.

The scriptholder cleared his throat. "Let me explain. Um... I know this looks bad! Or it is gonna look bad when I turn you back in a sec, at least! But I need a chance to convince you there's a good head on my shoulders, while it's still on my shoulders. I didn't do all these weird changes to you... except the one a sec ago, when I brought them all back, heh. But, but! There was a huge fat guy in these bushes a second ago, like an ugly bastard cartoon caricature! I saved you from him! You've gotta believe me...!"

"Sure, Master. I'll obey and believe you." Boinboin acquiesced easily, smiling broadly.

"... Okay, but like, not as an order. Do you believe me if it's not an order? It's kind of important right now."

Her smile disappeared in a snap. "Of course not! How would I have missed a large man running from the woods?! I'm sorry, Master, but I'm really upset!"

"You were distracted! We both were! Sheesh... Okay, new plan." He tried it with the book. Boinboin became aware of everything that happened to her as a result of the fat guy who was here a moment ago, and she learned if Kazuma really stole the script from that guy to save her. She spoke to Kazuma, telling him if she really understood.

Boinboin looked apprehensive, but a bit more calm. "Oh. So... you really didn't make those changes, it was that man? And then, you stole the script..."

Kazuma nodded, relieved and smiling.

"... So you could make all kinds of perverted changes of your own! B-because you were so horny!"

"N-n-no! I wrote you're supposed to say what really happened!" Kazuma yelped. "Why?! What's wrong? Is it... It's because I wrote 'really?' But I really stole it to save you!"

"So there wasn't, perhaps, a small part of you... or perhaps a large part... that figured, one way or another, you'd end up with this magic script to do what you wanted with it, like you'd heard that guy was able to do things?"

Kazuma clammed up. He averted his gaze. "Uh... W-well, there can be... two reasons for a good deed... That doesn't make one or the other the 'real' reason... I'd argue..."

Boinboin sighed and pouted slightly, making sure to rock on her toes and give the exhalation an accompanying jiggle. "All right. I calmed down. I'm not mad. I'm... still upset. And a little disappointed at how you handled yourself after. But I'm not mad. Can you please change me back to, um... how I was before the gentleman I met today made corrections?"

"'Gentleman?' Seriously?" His acquaintance's overly-generous label aside, Kazuma had to consider a moment, before... "Nope. Sorry. One more thing I need to do before I release you. Maybe a little more."

"I-it's not more shaking my Naughty Knockers, is it? I'm actually starting to get a little chafed by this rope, Master..." Boinboin begged before realizing she understood why the script hadn't affected Kazuma when the fat guy had it even though it was apparently rewriting reality for everyone who knew or came into contact with her. "It... chose you..." Boinboin's face was a complicated mix of emotions, somehow simultaneously wide-eyed and wincing. "It protected you from its reality-changing effect because... it wanted you to own it. The book can't write in itself, so it needs an owner to provide it with ink, and what it really loves to make happen are perverted changes. It... Ahem. Master, it thinks you're the most perverted person in the entire world."

"..."

"Specifically, it thinks you have the most perverted potential. It thinks that... with unlimited power, shielded from consequence... you'd feed it some really wacky perversions, ten times as crazy as anything that other guy did." She paused, as if to give the young man time to digest that. Finally, she spoke with a small smile. "B-but that's not true, is it? You wouldn't... use the book for something dirty, would you, Kazuma?" she asked, still bouncing in tiny bloomers and a not-quite-on tee shirt, bound in a jumprope once again by the person she was asking. "The stuff they say about you... isn't true, is it?"

"..." Kazuma remained in deep stone-like silence, considering the ramifications of the power he wielded, what it seemed to expect of him, and what everyone in town apparently expected of him, as well. Finally, he looked up at Boinboin with a gentle smile. "Of course it's not. I'd never do something like this to someone like you, who didn't deserve it. That's right! What's happened to you is terrible, and I'm not gonna let it keep up. I'm gonna free you from it right now. Then, you'll understand what a great guy I am. I just want us to be friends who respect each other, after all."

True to his word, without even pressing his luck for another bounce or another stupid nickname for what was being bounced, Kazuma went through the necessary steps to erase Yunyun's name from the script and have her returned to normal. It seemed like she really had been convinced: she was no longer holding a wand at the ready, although she was crossing her arms in front of her chest sheepishly and was no longer taking her eyes from the book. "Oh, thank goodness... I knew you weren't that kind of guy, Kazuma."

"Right? I'm no villain," Kazuma agreed, nodding and rising to his feet. A bit quickly, he'd started shuffling those feet back in the direction of town, trying to look as casual as possible. "I'd never use this power on anyone who didn't deserve it."

"Yeah, y-you said that... Even if you used it, I'm sure you'd only use it for good things! To make people's lives better. Or on evil people, maybe?"

"Exactly! That's exactly right. I'd use it to make my life better, and make an evil person's life worse. That's it exactly... I won't do anything to anyone who doesn't deserve it."

Yunyun realized Kazuma had gained some distance from her now. "... Kazuma... W-why does it sound like you have someone specific in mind? Kazuma? You're going to use that script responsibly, aren't you?!"

She ran ahead to try and find him, but it was no use. Before she'd realized what was happening, Kazuma had used his Lurk ability and disappeared into the bushes. "K-Kazuma?! Wait a minute... A-are you just going to... forget about me and leave me out here?! But... the script only works on one person, right? And it's supposed to be... W-well, not supposed to be, but...! You know... Um... If it's to protect everyone else, I wouldn't mind if you chose me as the person to use it on. I mean, as long as you pick nicer things to do with it, I don't think it'd be so bad... being chosen as the one person in the whole world you wanted to change the reality of, I mean... I think it'd be kind of flattering! I'm not saying it has to be me, but you know, if you did pick me, you could even, um... m-maybe you could make me call you Master again! W-was that exciting for you? If you use the script, m-m-maybe I'd do it again. I wouldn't even be that upset with you. There's probably not anyone else tolerant and understanding like that, is there? Kazuma? M-Master Kazuma?!"

... Realizing she'd been talking to herself and thin air for a solid minute, perhaps coming to terms with the fact she'd been angling to give an infamous pervert free reign to control her life with a reality-changing object just as a measure to hang onto relevance in any acquaintance's day for as long as she could, Yunyun fought back tears. "Um... Th-that's okay! That pervert's still out here somewhere, so... I'm going to try and catch him. You... g-go on into town and start doing good things with the script! I believe in you! I'll just... take care of things here..."