Common Sense Manipulation App
Chapter 71: Her Reason

Chapter 71: Her Reason

Mira’s eyes widened as the video began to play.

On the small screen, wet sounds, moans, and mocking words echoed clearly—coming from her own mouth. Frame by frame, it showed her—with eyes burning, a wicked grin on her face, and lips tirelessly tormenting Karl’s shaft like it was her favorite game.

Her face paled.

"W-What... is this...?" her voice trembled in disbelief.

Karl simply stared at her from behind, one hand still gripping her hair, the other replaying the final moments of the video—where she licked the tip, grinned triumphantly, and dared him to finish.

"You seemed to really enjoy that, Mira. A lot," Karl whispered into her ear, his tone soft but laced with mockery.

Mira tried to turn her face away, but Karl’s grip was too strong.

"Don’t look away," Karl said. "Watch it till the end. This is... your masterpiece, after all."

Mira’s breath quickened, her face flushed with a mix of shame, anger, and devastation. "That... that’s fake. That’s not me. You... you manipulated everything!"

"Manipulated?" Karl raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you can suck cock while reading a script? Impressive talent."

Mira screamed in rage, her body thrashing, but the ropes around her wrists held tight.

"What kind of sick trick did you pull, you bastard?! You and Eric are absolute monsters!!"

"Ssshhh... I told you not to compare me to that Ugly Bastard," Karl cut her off, his tone colder now.

Karl released Mira’s hair and slid his phone into his pants pocket. Calmly, he adjusted himself—tucking his cock back in and tightening his belt.

Then, without a word, he reached forward and grabbed Mira’s chest with the same hand he’d just used to jerk himself off.

"Bastard! You’re still not done, huh?!" Mira snapped, furious.

"Relax," Karl said with a smirk. "I just needed a towel to wipe off all your spit from my hand..."

He squeezed her breast firmly, rubbing his palm against it like it was nothing more than a rag.

"Hmmmh..." Mira let out a small, involuntary moan.

Karl walked over to stand in front of Mira, chuckling to himself.

’What kind of twisted satisfaction is this... hahaha...’ he thought, still grinning.

"Why the hell are you smiling, asshole?" Mira snapped.

"Haha... guess I’m just too satisfied to notice I’m smiling," Karl replied casually. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, why are you after Eric?"

"Huh? Isn’t it obvious? He’s a damn demon. Why are you even asking? Aren’t you his buddy? You know what he’s done, right?"

Karl let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Damn, I really asked something that stupid, huh?"

His tone stayed relaxed, but his eyes grew colder.

"Let me make one thing clear—I’m not Eric’s friend. I actually fucking hate the guy. He nearly ruined the future of one of my coworkers."

Mira’s eyes widened. "You’re lying... right?"

Karl chuckled again, but this time, his smile faded into a cold, unreadable expression.

"I’m not lying. I don’t just hate him—I want to destroy him," he said flatly.

"Tch... You’re still the same as him. You even did this to me," Mira snapped.

Karl shrugged, eyes calm.

"I just wanted to have a little fun... and maybe get a bit of payback for the women whose futures were ruined by Eric."

Mira looked shocked, her expression frozen, face still smeared with cum.

"Th-Then what are you going to do to Eric? Huh? You do know he’s an influential man, right?" she asked, a bit frantically.

"Hmm... I’m going to fuck his daughter. Right in front of him," Karl said flatly.

Mira’s eyes went wide. "The fuck?! His daughter didn’t do anything! Why the hell would you do that?!"

"And did the women whose futures he destroyed do anything wrong?" Karl shot back without emotion.

The question struck deep—sharp and cold. ’He’s completely insane...’ Mira thought.

"You don’t have to do this! His daughter will suffer if you go through with that."

Karl grinned, the malice behind his eyes flickering.

"And you think the women Eric left broken didn’t suffer?"

Mira fell silent, unable to argue with the monster in front of her.

Karl cleared his throat, then added with a twisted smile, "Relax. She won’t suffer. You saw the video, right? You didn’t look like you were suffering while sucking and licking my cock."

"S-So... what exactly did you do to me? Did you hypnotize me or something?" Mira asked, her voice shaky.

"Yeah... something like that," Karl replied casually, not willing to reveal the real secret and choosing instead to play along with her guess.

"If that’s the case, can you untie me first? It’d be nice to have this conversation in a more comfortable position," Mira said while shifting in the chair, her arms still bound.

"Hmm... can I still trust you, though? I’m kinda worried you’ll punch me, hahaha. And I’m also worried I’ll end up on the news," Karl teased.

Mira fell silent, her eyes filled with quiet despair. She looked like she wanted to say something... but it was stuck in her throat.

’Damn it... I’m sorry, Cindy. I have to tell someone about what happened to you,’ Mira muttered bitterly in her mind.

"I... I had a cousin. She was one of Eric’s victims," Mira said softly.

"Wow... that’s actually great. Maybe we can ask her to help us get reve—"

Karl’s words were abruptly cut off by Mira, her tone laced with sorrow.

"She’s dead."

Karl froze.

"She killed herself. She couldn’t take Eric’s torture anymore."

Mira looked down, her voice starting to tremble.

"Her name was Cindy... she was a lot younger than me. Just a kid, really. Innocent. She had this simple dream—to become a Vtuber."

Karl stayed silent, watching her closely as the fire in her eyes faded into something softer, heavier... broken.

"She loved the virtual world—cute voices, fun avatars, silly little things that only existed on a screen. She worked so hard for it. Saved up to buy her own setup. Practiced her voice every night. I used to hear her rehearsing on Discord, all shy but so full of excitement."