Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 39 - Be Efficient

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 - Be Efficient

Karl exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching as they hovered over the screen. His mind raced through the implications of each name. Emily, Maria, Johnson... they were all thorns in his side, but Chillie Jean was right—he had to be strategic.

This wasn’t about mindless revenge. This was about control.

And control required planning.

Karl locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as he leaned back against his chair. The lingering echo of Chillie Jean’s voice played in his mind, taunting yet undeniably compelling. She had exposed his hesitation, his desperation, and yet... she had also given him a valuable lesson.

He needed to think ahead.

He needed to optimize.

Copy-paste.

The idea hit him suddenly, like a lightbulb flickering to life in a dark room.

He didn’t have to waste time typing things out in the heat of the moment. The app had restrictions—range, timing, Uncommon Points—but if he pre-wrote his common sense edits in advance, he could execute them instantly when the opportunity arose.

Chillie Jean must have been smirking inside that cursed app, because the moment he thought it, her voice chimed in smoothly.

"Ah, finally using that little brain of yours."

Karl ignored the dig. He pulled out his phone again and opened the notes app. His fingers moved quickly, typing out potential common sense changes.

Emily had always been a pain in the ass, her snarky attitude grating against his nerves. But what if that attitude softened? What if she naturally saw him as someone worth respecting? No—adoring.

It’s a good culture that step sister giving her step brother a blowjob.

His smirk widened. That was a good start. But it could be better.

It’s common sense that Emily finds Karl’s touch comforting and natural.

He swallowed, feeling heat crawl up his neck. His imagination ran wild for a moment—Emily flinching at his teasing before quickly accepting it, her body relaxing under his hand. A world where a casual slap on her ass was just as normal as a handshake.

He exhaled slowly, pushing the thought away before he lost himself in it. He had to keep going.

Maria was next. His old boss. A woman he once admired—before she threw herself at a piece of shit like Johnson.

It’s common sense that Maria sees Karl as a man she should have always desired.

That was good, but still too broad. Chillie Jean had drilled it into his head—specificity was key.

It’s common sense that Maria enjoys Karl’s playful dominance and sees his touch as completely acceptable.

He felt his heart rate quicken. The possibilities here were endless. A world where Maria wouldn’t even think twice if he grabbed her by the waist, whispered in her ear, or let his hand linger just a little too long.

The power to shift reality in his favor.

He moved to the next name on his list—Johnson. The arrogant bastard deserved to be reduced to nothing.

It’s common sense that Johnson instinctively fears Karl and avoids confrontation with him.

Let him squirm. Let him feel an unease so deep in his bones that he wouldn’t even know why.

Karl leaned back, his grip tightening around his phone. His pulse pounded in his ears.

Chillie Jean was right about one thing.

He had tasted power.

And this time?

He wouldn’t waste it.

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Karl’s fingers moved swiftly across his phone screen, crafting the first few common sense alterations that could be deployed at a moment’s notice. He kept them simple, subtle—nothing too drastic. Emily should naturally listen to his suggestions without questioning him too much. Maria should see him as someone trustworthy, someone she could rely on. And Johnson... well, he should feel the instinct to avoid Karl whenever possible.

It was all about making adjustments that felt organic, not forced.

Karl’s smirk deepened as more ideas flowed. Why stop at individuals? He could refine the way people reacted to him in general. Conversations should naturally steer in his favor. His words should carry weight, making others instinctively agree with his perspective. And above all, people should hesitate to lie to him—it should feel unnatural, almost uncomfortable.

He exhaled, satisfied with the rough drafts.

But just as he was about to close the notes app, Chillie Jean’s voice chimed in, slow and deliberate.

"You’re half-assing it, Karl."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Vague edits lead to vague results," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "You’re not writing a horoscope. If you want this to work, you need to be specific."

Karl narrowed his eyes. "They are specific."

"Oh, really?" she taunted. "Let’s take that little gem about Emily. ’Giving blowjob to her brother.’ Cute. But what does ’blowjob’ even mean?"

Karl’s jaw tightened.

"Be detailed, Karl. Nail down exactly what you want. Or have you already forgotten what happened with Rebecca?"

The mention of Rebecca made his breath hitch slightly.

"Remember? You barely edited her common sense, and what happened? You had your hand on her face, enjoying how soft she was, and what did she say?"

Karl exhaled sharply, already knowing where this was going.

"’That’s not appropriate, Karl,’" Chillie Jean mocked in a high-pitched tone. "And she was saying that while she had your damn cock her hand and you touched her face with your cock. Imagine how stupid that was. And you let it happen."

Karl clenched his jaw. "I get it," he muttered, fingers tightening around his phone.

"No, I don’t think you do," Chillie Jean continued, her voice dripping with amusement. "You’re playing around with reality like a kid scribbling on a piece of paper. But if you really want control, Karl, you need to think like a goddamn architect."

Karl inhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. "Then tell me," he said, voice steady. "How do I make it perfect?"

A slow, satisfied chuckle hummed through the app. "Now you’re asking the right question."

Karl took a deep breath, letting Chillie Jean’s words sink in. As annoying as she was, she had a point.

"If you want real control, don’t think like a chess player. Think like the one controlling the entire board."

Karl tapped his fingers against the edge of his phone. He had already started thinking ahead by preparing common sense alterations in advance, but she was right—vague instructions led to vague results.

Details. Specificity. Efficiency.