Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 29 - Proper Manner

Slowly, Rebecca released her grip on Karl’s cock, her fingers slipping away. She gestured for him to lie down on the sofa, his cock now coated in a thin layer of saliva.

Rebbeca treat Karl like her little son, slowly pulling his pants down completely.

Rebecca stood, lifting her skirt slightly, then slowly lowering her underwear from her waist down to her knees.

"You’re ready to learn how to welcome the neighbors properly, right?" Rebecca said, lifting one leg as she slipped off a part of her underwear. She repeated the motion on the other side.

Karl swallowed hard as Rebbeca lifted her skirt completely, revealing the fullness of her thighs.

Rebecca walked toward Karl, climbing onto him with her back turned, her hips positioned near his face.

Karl stared at the main menu, something he was never supposed to see. The wife of another man—someone who had been nothing more than a distant fantasy—was now acting irrationally, all because of a few tweaks in Common Sense Manipulation App.

Rebecca playfully licked and stroke Karl’s cock in her hand, the sound of saliva drip filling the air. With a teasing smile, she lick the top of Karl’s Cock and said.

"Come on, Karl. Be a good young man and give my pussy a taste. Consider this a lesson in proper manners."

Karl hesitated for a moment, then let out a small chuckle before leaning in. Rebbeca’s pussy already wet.

He took a slow, deliberate lick, savoring the soft of Rebbeca’s flesh. But something felt... off. The texture was smooth yet strangely unfamiliar, and the taste wasn’t what he expected. His brows furrowed slightly as he took another tentative lick.

"This... tastes weird," Karl muttered, looking at the pussy lips with confusion. It wasn’t bad—just different. Almost like it had a hint of something else mixed in his feeling, the pussy is not stuff she can taste in normal condition.

Rebecca giggled, watching his expression with amusement. "What’s wrong? You doing good keep it, that’s how you greet your neighbors Karl. Just relax and savor it."

Despite his initial confusion, Karl shrugged and continued eating, letting the odd yet oddly intriguing flavor linger on his tongue.

"Good boy. See? It’s not so hard to follow etiquette, is it?" she mused, her tone dripping with amusement.

Karl nodded, though his mind still swirled with confusion. But more than that, it was the absurdity of the situation that left him breathless.

Rebecca, the wife of another man, a woman he had once admired from a distance, was now all on fours top of him, completely convinced that this was just a lesson in good manners.

Rebecca let out a soft, contented sigh, her voice carrying a warmth that felt almost too intimate for the situation.

"Ahh... such a good boy, Karl. So polite, so obedient." Her fingers traced Karl’s cock as if admiring an art of work. "I always knew you were different from the others—so well-mannered, so eager to listen."

She let out another pleased hum, tilting her head with a satisfied smile. "It’s rare to find youngsters so respectful these days. Most boys forget their manners... forget how to properly respond to kindness."

Her gaze lingered on him, filled with a strange kind of fondness. "But not you, Karl. No, you understand. You follow the rules so well... it makes me so happy."

She sighed again, almost dreamily, her voice dropping into a near whisper. "You wouldn’t disappoint me, would you? A boy as sweet as you wouldn’t refuse a host’s generosity."

Karl felt a heat rising in his face—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer surrealness of the situation. The way she spoke, the way she praised him—it was as if he had stepped into an alternate reality where the rules of interaction had subtly warped into something he could barely comprehend.

And that was when it hit him.

This wasn’t just Rebecca’s natural behavior.

This was the effect of the Common Sense Manipulation App—twisting the ordinary into something unrecognizably bizarre, the situation happened because the words that Chillie Jean typed, the Uncommon Assitant who gave lot of disstrack, but now, made his life on heavenly track.

Rebecca exhaled sharply, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she leaned back slightly. "Ahh... Karl, see? That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

Karl let out a shaky breath, his body tensed from the sheer intensity of the moment. He just lick and eating Milf pussy.

Rebecca let out a soft, breathy chuckle, brushing her fingers through her hair. "You’re such a fast learner... I knew you’d be good at this."

Karl swallowed, his mind still spinning. Was it always supposed to feel this overwhelming? This strange, this wrong—and yet, at the same time, so natural?

Rebecca continued to suck, her mouth moving faster and faster. Karl could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every passing second.

"I’m close," he warned, his voice strained.

Rebecca didn’t stop. Instead, she sucked even harder, her mouth moving faster. Karl’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing as he came. Rebecca swallowed every drop, her throat working as she drank him down.

When Karl was finished, Rebecca pulled back, licking her lips. "Mmm," she purred, a satisfied smile on her face. "You taste so good, Karl."

Rebecca sighed contentedly, stretching her arms as if she had just finished something truly satisfying. "Mmm... I feel like haven’t had a moment like this in so long. You really are such a polite young man, Karl. You make hosting so much fun."

Rebecca let out a slow, satisfied sigh, her body shifting as she relaxed. The dim light flickered against her figure, highlighting the warmth in her expression—one that seemed far too indulgent for something so... ordinary.

"Mmm... Karl, you really are a natural. So obedient, so well-mannered..." she murmured, stretching her arms with a pleased hum.

Karl lay flat on the couch, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. His mind was swimming, his skin tingling with a heat that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Rebecca let out a slow chuckle, shifting to a more comfortable position. "Look at you," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Completely breathless... Did that wear you out, sweetheart?"

Karl gulped, his face burning. He wasn’t even sure why. His body was still, unmoving, and yet every fiber of his being felt like he had just crossed a line he didn’t even know existed.

Rebecca let out another pleased sigh, brushing her fingers lazily through her hair. "Ahh... It’s been so long since I met a young man who have a culture to respect older woman. You followed everything so well, Karl. Such a good boy."

Karl stared at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraling. This wasn’t normal.

And yet, a twisted part of him—one completely bent by the app’s influence—couldn’t shake the feeling that this was how it was always meant to be.

Rebecca giggled softly, shifting beside him. "You’ll come again soon, won’t you? It would be terribly rude to stop after just one lesson."

Karl’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching slightly. The warmth in the room felt heavier now, almost suffocating.

His phone sat just out of reach, the Common Sense Manipulation App glowing faintly on the screen.

Somewhere deep inside, he knew—he had let it take control.

****

Karl exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the situation settle over him. His mind was still in a haze, his body tense with the aftershock of everything that had just transpired. But as the seconds ticked by, a creeping sense of reality began to claw its way back into his consciousness.

Rebecca sighed contentedly beside him, stretching her arms as she shifted to sit up. Her usual composed demeanor was returning, the air of a responsible housewife settling over her once more. She smoothed out her skirt, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before looking at Karl with a small, satisfied smile.

"Well then," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that felt almost too natural for what had just happened. "That was quite the lesson, wasn’t it?"

Karl nodded slowly, his throat dry. His eyes flickered toward his phone, the faint glow of the Common Sense Manipulation App screen still visible. It was a stark reminder that none of this was truly real—it was all a product of rewritten logic, a reality bent to his whims.

Rebecca took a deep breath before standing up, straightening her clothes as if to reset the moment. She reached for a small mirror from a nearby table and checked her reflection, dabbing at her lips with a tissue.

Karl, still lying on the couch, finally found the will to move. He sat up, rubbing his temples as his thoughts scrambled for some semblance of order.

"I should... probably go," he muttered, avoiding Rebecca’s gaze.

Rebecca turned to him, her expression soft but unreadable. "Go? So soon?" She chuckled lightly before shaking her head. "Ah, but of course, you must be exhausted. You poor thing."

She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I really must thank you, Karl. Not just for helping me, but for being such a... well-mannered young man." Her fingers gave his shoulder a light squeeze before she pulled away, her gaze shifting toward the kitchen. "Would you like some tea before you leave? It wouldn’t be polite to send a guest away without at least offering something."

Karl hesitated. Something about the casual way she spoke, as if everything was completely normal, made his stomach twist. He knew the app had altered her perception of reality, but seeing it in action like this—it was unsettling.

He shook his head. "No, it’s okay. I should really be getting back."

Rebecca nodded in understanding, though there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Very well. But do promise me you’ll visit again soon. There’s still so much more to learn, after all."

Karl forced a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah... sure."

He quickly grabbed his phone, the glowing screen now feeling heavier in his grasp. Without another word, he made his way to the door, slipping his shoes back on with hurried motions.

Just as he reached for the doorknob, Rebecca’s voice called out behind him.

"Karl?"

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