Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 44 - We are family

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 - We are family

Karl’s grip tightened in Emily’s hair, yanking her head back without the slightest hesitation. A choked gasp escaped her lips, her shoulders trembling as she struggled for breath. Her makeup smeared beyond recognition, saliva dripping from her chin.

She coughed—a deep, ragged sound—her body shuddering as she tried to steady herself. But Karl didn’t give her the chance.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed the sticky, wet cock against her cheek, dragging it across her flushed skin. The wood was damp with saliva, and each touch left behind a faint, glistening smear.

Emily gasped again, her breath hitching between weak coughs. Her body shook with every inhale, her lungs struggling to keep up.

Karl watched her struggle, his lips curling in amusement. This was what she deserved. The same Emily who had always been so proud, so insufferable, now reduced to this—a gasping, shivering mess beneath him.

Emily swallowed hard, her voice weak but still holding something strange beneath the exhaustion. Something warm.

"You’ve changed," she rasped between breaths, blinking up at him with half-lidded, unfocused eyes. "You’re finally... treating me like family."

Karl’s fingers twitched in her hair.

Emily let out a breathy, wet cough, shaking slightly before managing a laugh—a raw, broken sound.

"Mom and Dad would be so happy," she whispered hoarsely, saliva still glistening at the corner of her lips. "If they could see how... close we are now."

Karl stilled.

Something hot and foreign twisted in his gut.

He had done this to humiliate her. To ruin her pride, to make her feel as worthless as she had made him feel for years. That was the plan. That was the reason he used the Common Sense Manipulation App in the first place.

But now—staring down at her, breathless, broken, smiling through the mess of herself—something felt off.

If he had known she would look at him like this... Would he have even started?

Too late now.

Karl’s grip in her hair didn’t loosen.

Instead, his lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin.

He wasn’t finished.

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Karl’s grip in Emily’s hair didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, forcing her head back just enough to make her eyes widen. His cock , damp with saliva, rested between his fingers like a conductor’s baton.

He tilted his head, watching her carefully—not with anger, not even with cruelty, but something else. Something closer to amusement, closer to satisfaction.

Emily coughed again, her breath hitching between weak gasps. Her chest rose and fell in erratic motions, her throat working to push out air that never seemed to come fast enough.

Karl exhaled slowly, the corners of his lips quirking upward.

"Family?" His voice was almost mocking, dripping with something dark and bittersweet.

He flicked his wrist.

Slap....

His Cock smacked against her cheek, leaving behind a damp streak of saliva.

Emily flinched.

Karl chuckled. "Yeah, sure. You’re my family."

Another sharp flick of the wrist.

SLAP....

This time against her other cheek, harder. A smear of sticky residue mixed with the remnants of her ruined makeup.

His fingers flexed in her hair, adjusting his grip, watching her reactions like a predator toying with its prey.

His voice dipped lower. "You’re my family... and my little bitch now."

Emily’s breath hitched, her lips parting, eyes wide but not entirely filled with fear. Something else was there, something he couldn’t quite put a name to.

Karl grinned, enjoying the sight of her, enjoying the way her body shuddered under his control.

Slowly, he lifted his cock again.

And then—he pressed it against the tip of her nose.

Not gently. Not softly.

A firm, deliberate jab.

Emily coughed, her breath coming out ragged, and Karl laughed.

His cock lingered there, resting against her flushed, sticky skin.

She blinked up at him, her breaths uneven, her body trembling in a way that wasn’t just from exhaustion.

Karl’s grin never faded.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice smooth, coaxing. "Tell me how much you love this little family moment."

Emily hesitated, her breath catching in her throat.

Karl just tilted his head, his grip firm, his cock pressing just a little harder against her skin.

This was fun.

This was satisfying.

And best of all?

She wasn’t even questioning it.

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Karl expected her to recoil. To fight back. To snap at him like she always did.

But instead—

Emily smiled.

A weak, trembling smile, her lips parting slightly as a choked laugh bubbled up between ragged breaths.

Her eyes shimmered with something Karl didn’t expect. Not fear. Not humiliation. Something softer. Something warm.

"Of course, I’m happy," she murmured, voice unsteady but genuine.

Karl’s fingers tensed in her hair, but Emily didn’t flinch.

She blinked up at him, eyes glistening, her ruined makeup streaking down her cheeks in uneven smudges.

And yet, she looked at him with nothing but warmth.

"I always wanted a big brother," she whispered, her breath still coming in small, uneven gasps.

Karl’s grin flickered.

Emily swallowed, her throat moving with the motion, her body still shaking slightly.

"I mean it," she continued, voice softer now, almost fragile. "Even though I’m grown up now... I never stopped wanting that. I never stopped hoping for—"

She hesitated, her gaze dropping for a moment before flicking back to his.

"—a real family."

Karl stilled.

His grip in her hair, his cock still pressed against the tip of her nose—it all suddenly felt... strange.

This was supposed to be revenge.

A punishment.

He had rewritten her mind. He had humiliated her, made her gasping, broken, messy.

And yet, her expression wasn’t broken at all.

It was relieved.

Like this was what she had been waiting for all along.

Karl’s chest twisted in a way he didn’t like.

Emily blinked again, and a single tear slipped down her cheek—trailing through the ruined makeup, sliding down to mix with the spit that already clinging to her skin.

She laughed, barely more than a breath.

"Even if Mom and you aren’t my real family by blood..." Her voice cracked slightly. "Even if it took us growing up to get here... I always wished I could have this."

Karl didn’t move.

Didn’t say anything.

Because what the hell was this?

He should have been enjoying this.

The humiliation. The control. The way she had gasped and choked and trembled beneath him.

And yet—

Looking at her now...

Something inside him wavered.

Karl’s mind whirled.

This wasn’t right.

This wasn’t how she was supposed to react.

She should be humiliated, angry, crushed beneath his control. She should have been gasping for dignity, not crying like some lost child finding home.

And yet—

She looked at him with warmth.

Like he was something she had been waiting for all along.

Karl gritted his teeth, something ugly and hot curling in his chest.

This was the Common Sense Manipulation App’s doing.

He had rewritten her, changed the way she thought—and now, her memories were already shifting, reshaping themselves to fit the new reality.

Who knew what she’d remember in a few minutes?

Would she recall this as an act of cruelty? Or something else?

Something worse?

Karl’s breath came out sharp, his fingers tightening in her sticky, ruined hair.

"Fuck."

The word slipped from his lips like a growl, frustration bubbling beneath his skin.

His other hand snapped forward, grabbing Emily’s tear-streaked, messy face—his fingers digging into her cheeks, pressing against the sticky mix of spit, bit a cum, and tears.

Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering in surprise.

Karl’s grip didn’t loosen.

"Fuck you, bitch," he spat, his voice shaking, though whether from anger, frustration, or something else entirely, he didn’t know.

His fingers dug in tighter, thumbs pressing into her wet, sticky skin.

"Yeah, we’re family."

Emily blinked, her breath still coming in soft, uneven gasps.

Karl’s chest heaved, his pulse hammering in his ears.

"From now on, we’re real family."

Then—

With sharp, deliberate force, he pressed the his cock against her face, dragging it across her damp, flushed cheek.

His cock pressed against her skin, leaving behind another streak of sticky, saliva.

Emily didn’t flinch.

Didn’t fight.

She just... let him.

A soft breath escaped her lips, her tear-filled eyes watching him, searching him.

Karl swallowed hard.

His grip in her hair remained firm.

His fingers against her cheeks didn’t loosen.

His chest felt too tight.

Karl reached down and threaded his fingers through Emily’s hair, pulling her closer as he fucked her mouth again. She moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Karl could feel his orgasm building, and he pulled out of Emily’s mouth just in time. He stroked his cock a few times,

"FUCK.... YEAH.... AGHHH... YOU ARE MY LITTLE BITCH AGHH..."

Karl stroked his cock with his right hand, while his left hand held Emily’s head.

Karl stared at Emily with excitement, his breath erratic as he felt his cock about to release its fluid.

AGGGHHHH....

Karl released everything—his sperm, frustration, and guilt—in a single burst. Straight to Emily’s face, the stepsister he used to hate.

With his breath ragged, he stared at Emily’s messy face. He placed his cock on Emily’s cheek, wrapping her face in his embrace. Until Emily’s face pressed tightly against his cock, and with ragged breaths, he said,

"Ah.. Ehm... Ehmily, yeah.. we are family!’