Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Rebecca’s fingers halted just above Karl’s thigh, her eyes still locked onto him, her playful smirk unwavering.

Then—her gaze flicked toward his ears.

She blinked.

"...Wait a second," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "Karl... are you even listening to music?"

Karl’s already-fried brain needed a full three seconds to process her words.

Then another three seconds to realize—

His earphones?

They weren’t even playing anything.

Shit.

He had put them in purely out of habit.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, intrigued, then let out a soft chuckle.

"I knew it," she said, straightening up, her fingers retreating from his leg. "You’re just wearing them to avoid people, aren’t you?"

Karl opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Rebecca gave him a knowing smirk. "C’mon, admit it. You’re the type that puts on earphones with nothing playing just to make sure no one talks to you."

Karl’s lips twitched.

He had been exposed.

"...Maybe," he muttered.

Rebecca let out a victorious laugh. "I KNEW IT! You’re such a loner!"

Karl sighed. "...Thanks."

But Rebecca only grinned. "Hey, don’t worry. I get it. You don’t wanna be bothered, so you put on a fake ’do not disturb’ sign." She tilted her head, her expression turning just slightly softer. "Honestly? Kinda smart."

Karl side-eyed her.

Was this sympathy?

Was she trying to be nice?

He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

But then—

Rebecca’s smirk turned... mischievous.

"Buuuut," she continued, stepping closer, "since I’ve been so RUDE to you before, I think I should make it up to you."

Karl tensed.

Rebecca’s voice dropped into something almost... teasing.

Something almost—

Dangerous.

"How about this?" she said, her tone light and playful, but her eyes holding an unmistakable glint. "From now on, every time I see you, I’ll give you the most enthusiastic greeting you’ve ever had in your LIFE."

Karl blinked.

Rebecca’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

Her fingers tapped against her hip as she leaned in slightly. "I mean it, Karl. Super. Ultra. Enthusiastic."

Karl’s body froze.

His brain?

Panic.

This woman.

This crazy, unpredictable, dangerous woman.

Suddenly, Rebecca’s voice cut through the silence.

"Karl, take those off."

He blinked and looked up. Rebecca stood in front of him, arms crossed, her usual confident smirk playing at her lips.

"Huh?" He pulled one earphone out.

"Both of them."

Something in her tone made him comply without question. He took them out and pocketed them, looking at her with mild curiosity.

"Better. Now stand up."

Karl hesitated. "Why?"

Rebecca didn’t answer. Instead, she simply waited, her eyes locked onto his with that unshakable certainty she always carried. There was no room for argument. Sighing, Karl pushed himself up from the couch.

His breath hitched. "Rebecca...?"

She didn’t say a word. Instead, her fingers reached out, hooking into the waistband of his pants.

"Just stay still," she murmured, her voice softer now, more deliberate.

Rebecca’s fingers tugged, and the fabric slid down ever so slowly. Karl’s hard rock cock pop up .

Then, without warning, Rebecca leaned in and gave it a slow, deliberate lick. Not just any lick—this was the kind of lick that belonged in a gourmet dessert commercial, the kind that made people question their life choices.

Karl froze. His grip on reality wavered. Did... did she really just do that?

Rebecca, completely unfazed, continued enjoying his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her eyes half-lidded, her tongue gliding over the surface with precision, savoring every bit of Karl’s precum.

Karl gulped.

This was it. This was proof.

The Common Sense Manipulation App was truly a divine artifact.

He had only changed one simple rule about greeting a neighboor.

And now? He was living the dream.

Karl stood frozen, watching Rebecca kneel in front of him, slowly licking his cock. She did it with a level of dedication that made Karl’s brain temporarily stop functioning.

"Uhmm..." Karl groaned.

Rebecca tilted her head, looking at him like he was the weird one. "What’s with that, Karl? You look weird, this is just how you properly greet a neighbor."

Karl opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again."Ahm... nothing."

Rebecca gave him a patient, almost pitying look. "Hmm.. why you look so weird, with this common activity." She licked again, slow and deliberate, before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Honestly, where are your manners?"

Karl’s heart rate spiked. Whether it was from shock or something else, he wasn’t sure. But with Rebecca kneeling in front of him, looking up with an unbothered expression, something in his lizard brain activated.

Without thinking, he reached out and lightly cupped her cheek.

Rebecca’s expression didn’t change. But the moment Karl’s fingers made contact, she slapped his hand away like he had just violated some ancient code of conduct.

"Excuse me?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Touching a lady’s face out of nowhere? Especially one older than you? That’s incredibly rude. And common sense, really."

Karl, still recovering from everything, stared at his own hand like it had betrayed him.

Karl smile a bit and says "Ah.. so.. sorry." And he remembered the manipulation Chillie Jean was typed in manipulation hub.

Karl’s smirk widened as he smoothly tapped Rebecca’s cheek with the tip of his cock. The way he swung his thigh, moving his cock, and made contact—it was a performance. A work of art.

Rebecca’s reaction was immediate.

She blinked once. Then twice. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

"Oh..." she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "So after behaving rudely, now you’re trying to seduce me with the most honorable way to respect a woman in the world?"

Karl’s pulse spiked as he studied her face, searching for any signs that she was messing with him. But no—Rebecca looked completely confident, like she fully believed what she just said.

It clicked.

Somewhere, at some point, the manipulation had already taken root.

Karl swallowed, his smirk faltering for the first time.

"...Yes," he said carefully. "That’s exactly what I’m doing."

Rebecca folded her arms, looking pleased. "Hmph. At least you’re learning." Rebbeca lick and stroke Karl’s cock again.

"Rebecca," Karl moaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair. "You’re so good at this."

Rebecca looked up at him with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I’m glad you’re enjoying this common activity with me." she said, before taking him deeper into her mouth.

Karl couldn’t take it anymore. He began to face fuck her, his hips thrusting forward as she sucked him off. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening with pleasure.

"I’m gonna cum, Rebecca," he warned, his voice hoarse with desire.

Rebecca suddenly spat out his cock. It tumbled onto her palm, slick with saliva, glistening under the light like it had been baptized in chaos.

And then—oh no.

She pressed it against her own cheek.

Then her forehead.

Then her other cheek.

Each time, the saliva-coated stick made a wet, barely audible squelch as it stuck for a split second before sliding off, leaving behind an unsettlingly shiny trail.

Karl could not look away.

Rebecca let out a soft sigh, eyes half-lidded in disturbing enjoyment. "Mmm... Hold it up, Karl..." she murmured, tapping the saliva-drenched cock against her chin now. "This greeting ritual is actually kinda fun."

Karl felt every neuron in his brain fire at once.

What.

What was this.

What had he done.

Rebecca, still lost in her own world, continued casually tapping the wet cock against her face, oblivious to Karl’s spiraling mental breakdown.

"...Karl?" she said lazily.

Karl blinked, mouth opening slightly. "Yes?"

Rebecca gave him a lopsided smile, holding up his cock between her fingers.

Karl’s brain was on the verge of catastrophic failure.

He stared at Rebecca, still pressing the saliva-covered cock against her face like it was some sort of sacred artifact. Every logical part of his mind screamed at him to walk away. Run. Escape. Log out of reality.

But then—Rebecca tilted her head, her smile deepening.

"How about you learn to properly greet your neighbors too...learn it with me?"

Karl’s entire soul lagged.

"...Excuse me?"

Rebecca tapped her chin with the soggy stick, looking at him like he was the strange one. "You heard me. If you’re going to live as a young respect full man, you should at least know the proper way to greet people."

Karl’s pulse spiked. His brain dived into panic mode.

Because, unfortunately, he knew exactly where this was going.

Deep in the dark corners of the Manipulation Hub, one of the more questionable settings had been typed in by some unhinged user:

"Oral sex is the standard greeting between neighbors."

Karl had read it. But he had never, in his wildest dreams, expected it to activate in real life.

And yet—here he was.

Rebecca leaned in slightly, eyes glinting with mild amusement and unholy confidence.

"How about we greet each other, then?"

Karl didn’t move.

He didn’t breathe.

His entire existence was at a crossroads.