Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 45 - Even More

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 - Even More

Karl collapsed onto the seat beside Emily, his chest heaving, his breath still uneven from the thrill. His fingers, still damp with saliva, drummed lazily against his knee as he let his head roll back for a moment, exhaling sharply.

The tension still hung thick in the air, the remnants of their twisted moment lingering between them like an unspoken truth.

Emily sat beside him, just as breathless.

Her shoulders trembled with every shaky inhale, her lips still parted, her makeup a ruined mess—black streaks running down her flushed cheeks, mixed with saliva and sperm. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, the remnants of her earlier coughs still shaking her frame.

Karl tilted his head to the side, glancing at her.

She looked... wrecked.

And yet, she didn’t pull away. Didn’t try to fix her appearance, didn’t even attempt to regain her dignity.

Instead, she just sat there, breathing hard, her eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing in particular.

Karl’s fingers twitched against his knee.

He had gone too far.

Or maybe... not far enough.

His chest tightened, a mix of satisfaction and something else—something he wasn’t ready to name.

His gaze flickered to the stick still clutched between his fingers—bent slightly from how hard he had pressed it against her skin.

Karl licked his lips, the ghost of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Messy." His voice was low, edged with amusement.

Emily turned her head slightly, her breath still shaky, her face still damp.

She blinked at him—slowly, hazily, as if still processing everything.

"You’re really enjoying this, huh?" she murmured, her voice still hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Karl smirked, his fingers brushing against her skin, still tacky from everything that had been smeared across it.

"You tell me," he murmured back, voice teasing, but something deeper lurked beneath it.

Emily exhaled slowly, then, with a soft sniffle, wiped at her ruined face with the back of her hand.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but her expression wasn’t angry.

She almost looked content.

Karl’s smirk lingered.

Emily’s breath steadied.

Neither of them spoke.

But they both knew—

Something had changed.

Emily’s breath was still shaky, her body trembling slightly as she blinked up at Karl, her face an absolute mess—streaks of ruined makeup, trails of saliva, and cum.

And yet... she smiled.

A soft, almost content smile, like someone who had finally gotten what they wanted.

Karl leaned back, running his tongue over his teeth as he watched her carefully. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how she was supposed to react.

She was supposed to be embarrassed.

She was supposed to resent him.

And yet—

She wiped at her sticky cheek, glancing at him with a strange warmth in her eyes.

"I never thought you’d be like this," she murmured, voice slightly hoarse from breathlessness.

Karl raised an eyebrow, fingers drumming lazily against his knee. "Like what?"

Emily laughed softly, her shoulders rising and falling as if she were still processing the moment.

"Like... affectionate," she mused, tilting her head. "You never talked to me much before. You barely looked at me. And now?"

She gestured vaguely to herself—her ruined face, her trembling breaths.

"Now you’re feeding me with your cock. Wiping my face with your cock. Calling me little slut like you actually care."

Karl snorted, shaking his head. "That’s what you think this is? Affection?"

Emily smiled—genuine, warm, utterly ruined.

"Of course." She exhaled shakily, her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. "Isn’t that what family does? Giving each other an oral sex. They push each other around. They... show love and respect in their rude words."

Karl stared at her.

His mind screamed that this was wrong.

That this wasn’t how she was supposed to feel.

And yet—

She looked happy.

Like she had been waiting for this her entire life.

His chest felt too tight.

Emily sighed, wiping her sleeve across her mouth, only smearing the mess further.

Then, she smiled up at him again, breathless, eyes shining.

"Mom and Dad would be so happy to see us like this, doing oral sex like a real brohther and sister, don’t you think?"

Karl felt something snap.

His jaw tightened, his breath coming out sharper than before.

This was supposed to be his revenge.

His victory.

And yet—

It felt like she had won.

Karl felt his skin prickle with something unfamiliar—something that made his breath come out heavier, something that twisted in his chest in a way he didn’t like.

Emily shouldn’t be like this.

She should be angry, embarrassed, weak.

Not... happy.

Not smiling through the mess of herself.

His fingers tensed against his knee, his mind racing.

This was all because of the Common Sense Manipulation App.

He had rewritten her. Bent her perception, her understanding. Her memories were already shifting, changing to fit this new reality.

Of course she wasn’t questioning anything.

Of course she was acting like this.

Karl exhaled, his breath slow and controlled.

Fine.

If that’s how it was going to be, then he’d play the role.

His lips curled into a mocking smirk, his voice laced with sharp amusement.

"So that’s it, huh?" He tapped his fingers against his knee. "All this time, you were just a tsundere bitch underneath all that annoying attitude?"

Emily’s breath hitched slightly, but instead of reacting the way he expected—

She laughed.

A soft, breathy chuckle, her shoulders shaking from the aftershocks of it.

Karl’s smirk faltered for half a second.

Then, Emily tilted her head at him, her expression unreadable except for the slight glint in her ruined eyes.

"Oh, so you finally figured it out?" she murmured, her voice teasing, lighthearted, almost... pleased.

Karl blinked.

Emily sniffled, wiping at her cheek again—though it was useless now, the mess already staining her skin.

She leaned back slightly, stretching her arms, still breathing unevenly, still smiling in that strange, warm way.

Then she giggled.

"You really are sweet, you know that?" she mused. "Calling me bitch, slut and all. It’s almost like you’re finally starting to understand me."

Karl stared at her.

His smirk returned, sharper this time, but there was something off in his chest, something tangled and strange.

He had expected resistance.

He had expected humiliation.

Instead, he was being thanked.

Praised.

And for the first time since using the app, he wasn’t sure who was actually in control anymore.

Karl leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms as he watched Emily carefully. Something about her was different now.

Maybe it was the way her body seemed more relaxed, despite the mess on her face.

Or maybe it was the way she smiled at him so openly, like she wasn’t just tolerating his presence—but actually enjoying it.

That alone was strange enough.

Karl exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "So? Why’d you even come here?"

Emily blinked, her ruined lashes fluttering as she snapped back into focus. "Huh?"

Karl smirked. "You’re telling me you just dropped by for a visit?"

Emily chuckled, running her fingers through her hair—though all it did was make the mess worse.

"I mean... yeah, kind of," she admitted, then hesitated. "I guess I just didn’t know where else to go."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t know where else to go?"

Emily sighed, stretching her arms behind her head before letting them drop lazily to her lap.

She suddenly seemed... more open.

More willing to talk.

"I’ve been feeling kind of lost, I guess," she murmured, her voice quieter now. "Graduating feels so final. I thought I’d feel more... accomplished. But mostly, I just feel like I’m staring into a blank space, trying to figure out what the hell comes next."

Karl watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"So that’s why you’re here? Because you’re confused?"

Emily let out a breathy laugh. "That, and I’m celebrating my graduation tomorrow."

Karl’s lips curled into a small smirk. "You came to me of all people before your big day? That’s pathetic."

Emily rolled her eyes, but there was no annoyance in her expression. If anything, she looked amused.

Then, her smirk turned slightly mischievous.

"Well, I feel a lot better now, thanks to you."

Karl narrowed his eyes slightly. "Oh?"

Emily nodded, her smile teasing, but her voice oddly genuine.

"I mean, getting smacked on the ass as a welcome? Getting an cock shoved in my face? And got all that rude words you used to calling me?"

She let out a soft, breathy chuckle.

"It actually helped."

Karl stared at her, his mind stalling for just a second.

She was... serious?

Emily tilted her head, her eyes half-lidded, relaxed.

"I don’t know. I guess it just made everything feel less heavy." She gave a small, content sigh. "Like, if you can treat me like this and not give a damn, maybe I don’t need to take life so seriously either."

Karl just sat there.

He should have laughed.

Should have mocked her.

But instead, all he could think was—

What the hell is happening?

Emily exhaled, her body still relaxed, but there was something different in her expression now.

Something Karl couldn’t quite place.

Then—she stood up.

Karl’s eyes followed her movements, his smirk still lingering, but his fingers twitched slightly against his knee.

Emily brushed her hands over her jeans, smoothing the fabric, her fingertips resting there just a second too long.

Then, she turned back to him—smiling.

A smile that felt too warm.

Too comfortable.

"Karl... brother," she murmured, tilting her head slightly.

Karl’s breath hitched for just a second.

Emily’s fingers brushed against the waistband of her jeans, her smile still in place, her eyes watching him too carefully.

Slowly, Emily unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, lowering them as she said

"Maybe we can get even closer."