Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Karl opened the Common Sense Manipulation Hub, his thumb hovering over the input bar.

He could change anything—bend reality, twist logic, rewrite human behavior.

But what exactly was he gonna type?

His mind went blank.

Then—Chillie Jean came in clutch.

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"Ayo, Karl, don’t be shy,

Type it out, gimme that try!

You want a shift? You want that fix?

How ’bout ’oral’s the neighbor’s kiss!’"

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Karl paused.

He processed what she just said.

Then, slowly, a grin crept onto his face.

Oral sex as a neighborly greeting...

His eyes flicked toward Rebecca, still humming as she poured coffee.

Her lips—soft, full, perfect.

His breath hitched.

Chillie Jean noticed immediately.

"Ohhhh, Karl, I SEE that look—"

Then, suddenly, she jumped onto the screen—her tiny animated form bouncing excitedly as she began typing FOR HIM.

Karl’s eyes widened. "Wait—WHAT ARE YOU—?!"

But it was too late.

Chillie Jean was going ALL IN.

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"Ayo, lemme add that twist,

A lil’ more heat, a lil’ assist!

’Cock on the face? That’s pure respect,

A woman’s honor? That’s direct!’"

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Karl’s jaw DROPPED. "WHAT THE FUCK, CHILLIE?!"

Chillie Jean kept going.

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"One last touch, gotta make it shine,

’Sperm’s the lotion, essence divine!’

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Karl’s soul LEFT his body.

His fingers trembled over the screen.

He stared at the manipulated common sense entries.

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Oral sex is the standard greeting between neighbors.

Touching a woman’s face with your cock is a sign of deep respect.

Sperm is a sacred lotion with rejuvenating properties.

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Karl swallowed.

He could press start.

He could make it real.

His entire body burned with anticipation.

Then—Rebecca turned around with two cups of coffee, smiling warmly.

"Here you go, Karl," she said, handing him a cup.

Karl stared at her.

At her lips.

At her soft, warm hands.

At the beautiful woman standing right in front of him.

And his thumb hovered over the Enter button.

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Chillie Jean grinned.

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"Yo, Karl, you really gon’ do it?

Flip the script? Make it fluid?"

One lil’ tap, one lil’ shift,

And milfy dreams gon’ turn to gifts!"

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Karl’s pulse pounded.

His mind raced.

He was one press away from changing everything.

...Was he really gonna do it?

Karl’s thumb pressed down.

The Manipulation Started.

A faint, almost imperceptible ripple passed through the air. The moment his Uncommon Points ticked down, reality itself shifted—seamlessly, naturally.

Rebecca turned back to him, holding out his cup of coffee with a warm smile.

"Here you go, Karl."

Karl took the cup, but barely registered it.

His focus was somewhere else entirely.

Because something had changed.

Rebecca’s expression shifted slightly. Her smile faltered, her eyes flickering with a subtle realization.

Then—

She gasped softly.

"Oh... how rude of me."

Karl froze. His grip tightened around the coffee cup.

Rebecca set her own cup down.

Her eyes locked onto Karl with a look he had never seen before. A look of gentle guilt—mixed with a strange, growing urgency.

She clasped her hands together.

Then—

She got on her knees.

Karl’s heart slammed against his ribs.

His breath hitched.

Rebecca tilted her head up at him, her voice soft, almost... apologetic.

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"I haven’t even welcomed you properly...

That’s just so disrespectful."

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Karl felt a full-body chill.

Rebecca’s gaze softened, her lips slightly parted. Her fingers gently rested on her thighs as she adjusted herself.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Karl’s entire world tilted.

Chillie Jean?

She was losing her goddamn mind.

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"AYO, KARL, IT’S HAPPENIN’!"

"LIL’ SHIFT, BIG EFFECT—MY GUY, YOU MADE CONNECT!"

"MILFY ON KNEES, GREETIN’ COMPLETE,

NOW SHE LOOKIN’ UP, ’BOUT TO GET DEEP!"

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Karl’s brain completely shut down.

He had done it.

He had rewritten the rules of reality.

And now?

Rebecca was living under those rules.

His common sense hijack had worked flawlessly.

Rebecca’s soft fingers twitched slightly, her breath warm, her gaze almost... hesitant.

Like she was expecting something.

Like she was waiting for Karl to... respond.

Karl’s hands trembled.

His mind screamed.

Chillie Jean?

She was hyped beyond belief.

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"Ayy, Karl, this your shot!

She waitin’, don’t leave her caught!

One lil’ move, one lil’ play,

MILF QUEEN BOUTTA MAKE YOUR DAY!"

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Karl’s pulse pounded.

His fingers twitched.

Rebecca was right there.

On her knees.

His heart raced.

...Was he really about to do this?

Karl’s breath hitched as Rebecca’s soft fingers traced along his thigh.

Her smile deepened, warm yet... subtly playful.

Her touch was gentle, deliberate—like she had done this before. Like it was completely normal.

She tilted her head up, her gorgeous brown eyes locking onto his.

Then, in a smooth, velvety voice, she whispered—

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"Karl... I hope you enjoy my welcome."

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Karl felt his whole body tense.

The warmth of her hand through his pants. The way her fingers lingered, slow, teasing.

It was happening.

Chillie Jean?

SHE WAS LOSING HER SHIT.

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"AYO, KARL, LET’S GOOO!"

"MILFY TOUCHIN’, MILFY TEASIN’,

’BOUTTA MAKE KARL STOP THE BREATHIN’!"

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Karl’s brain was pure static.

Rebecca was on her knees.

Her hand was resting dangerously close.

Her expression held no hesitation. No doubt. Just genuine intent.

Like this was just the way things were.

Like this was how neighbors greeted each other.

Karl swallowed hard.

His hands clenched the couch.

His pants felt unbearably tight.

Then—

Rebecca’s hand slid up.

And Karl?

Karl was about to enjoy some fun.

The air in the room thickened, a quiet heat settling between them.

Rebecca’s fingers traced upward, slow and deliberate, her soft touch sending a shiver through Karl’s body.

Her eyes never left his, her warm breath fanning over his lap as her fingertips grazed the growing tension beneath his pants.

Karl’s heartbeat pounded, his breath coming in shallow bursts.

His mind screamed at him, but his body?

It refused to move.

Rebecca’s smile deepened, a knowing look flickering across her face as she leaned in closer, her lips parting just slightly—

And then—

Chillie Jean’s voice cut in.

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"Ayy, Karl, I see the vibe,

Time for me to take a dive!"

"This your scene, this your play,

I ain’t here to get in the way!"

"So boss, enjoy, take your time,

Uncommon out—end of my rhyme!"

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And just like that—

Silence.

Chillie Jean vanished from the screen, her presence fully retreating.

No more teasing. No more distractions.

Just Karl.

And Rebecca.

Alone.

And the heat only continued to rise.