Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 34 - Sudden Changes

The app only laughed.

And for the first time since he got it, Karl genuinely wished he could delete the damn thing.

Karl had just reached for his drink when his phone screen flickered. The once-familiar interface of the Common Sense Manipulation App distorted for a brief second before shifting into something entirely different.

And then—she appeared.

Chilie Jean’s voice, usually smooth and aristocratic, took on a sultry, teasing edge. The refined, noble tone was gone, replaced by something downright wicked.

"Oh, My Lord..." A soft giggle, rich with amusement. "Isn’t this what you like?"

Karl’s stomach flipped.

The digital projection of Chilie Jean had changed.

Gone was the noble, smug voice in his head—now, standing in his dimly lit apartment, was a figure that exuded sheer temptation. She looked like she had stepped straight out of his most depraved fantasies: a tall, curvy woman, draped in a tight, silky dress that clung to her form. Her lips were painted a deep red, her golden curls cascading down her shoulders as she smirked at him with knowing mischief.

Karl nearly knocked over his drink.

"What the hell is this?" He stumbled back, gripping the edge of the counter.

Chilie Jean sauntered forward, her digital form somehow appearing completely real. "Tsk, tsk, My Lord. You act so flustered, but deep down, isn’t this what you want?" Her voice was warm honey laced with poison. "A little naughtiness, a little danger... You never really liked the noble act, did you?" She licked her lips. "You wanted this."

Karl gritted his teeth, his pulse hammering. "Turn back."

"Oh? And why should I?" She leaned against the counter, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "You like this, My Lord. You crave this. That’s why you pushed Rebecca, isn’t it?"

Karl’s breath hitched. "What are you talking about?"

Chilie Jean hummed. "You’re so concerned about Rebecca’s memory being rewritten... but let’s not ignore the real question here." She leaned in, whispering, "What if she enjoyed it?"

Karl’s stomach twisted. "What—"

Chilie chuckled, her fingers ghosting over the counter like she had all the time in the world. "You act so guilty, My Lord, but let’s not forget... Rebecca herself said it had been a long time since she felt something like that."

Karl stiffened.

The memory came rushing back.

Rebecca had moaned those words in the heat of the moment.

"I... I haven’t felt this in so long..."

His hands clenched into fists.

Chilie Jean smirked. "Tell me, My Lord, what does that sound like to you? A woman suffering in silence? A neglected wife yearning for something more?"

Karl’s throat was dry. "That doesn’t mean—"

"Doesn’t it?" Chilie tilted her head. "Why do you think the memory reconstructed that way? You assume it’s because of some abstract emotional influence. But what if—" Her voice lowered to a purr. "—what if it’s because a part of her liked it? What if her mind refused to erase the pleasure... and instead reshaped it into something acceptable?"

Karl swallowed, his pulse hammering.

No. No way.

That didn’t make sense.

Rebecca wasn’t... that kind of woman.

She wasn’t the type to—

Chilie Jean giggled, cutting into his thoughts. "Think about it, My Lord. A wife who hasn’t been touched in ages... a moment of raw, unfiltered passion..." She traced a finger down his chest, her digital form impossibly warm. "Perhaps her mind didn’t erase it because, deep down, she wanted to keep something from that night."

Karl took a shaky step back. "Shut up."

"Oh? But why shut me up, My Lord?" Chilie’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. "I’m merely stating the truth. Perhaps you weren’t as cruel as you think. Perhaps Rebecca didn’t just submit—perhaps she yearned."

Karl’s mind was a mess.

His thoughts tangled.

His breath uneven.

And Chilie Jean only smirked.

"Go ahead, My Lord," she whispered, her lips close to his ear. "Tell me I’m wrong."

Karl’s fingers twitched when his phone suddenly vibrated on the counter, snapping him out of the twisted haze Chilie Jean had wrapped around him. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He inhaled sharply, shaking off her words. Get a grip.

He grabbed his phone, expecting another cryptic message from the app.

Instead, it was from his step father.

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Robert:

Emily will be visiting your apartment next week. She’s worried about you, so please be nice to her. Don’t cause any trouble, Karl.

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Karl stared at the message, his face darkening.

Emily.

His dear stepsister.

Before he could even process the absurdity of the situation, another notification popped up—this time from Emily herself.

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Emily:

LOL, so this is your job now?

A photo followed.

Karl’s stomach twisted as he opened it.

It was him.

Him, wearing that ridiculous fast-food uniform, dead-eyed and exhausted, handing a customer a tray of food.

Karl’s jaw tightened.

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Emily:

My friend took this. She didn’t even realize it was you at first—just some sad loser flipping burgers. Imagine my surprise when I recognized my very own brother.

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Karl could hear her smug tone through the text. His fingers clenched around the phone as he read the message again.

Out of everything going on in his life—the twisted mind games with Rebecca, the unsettling truths Chilie Jean had just dumped on him—now he had to deal with this?

A low chuckle escaped his lips.

"Oh, Emily..."

A slow, creeping grin spread across his face as he leaned back against the counter, eyes glinting with something sharp, something dark.

"I’ll be very nice to you."

His grin widened.

Very, very nice.

Chilie Jean raised an eyebrow, her mischievous smirk never fading. "Oh? That’s the voice of someone who just came up with a very interesting idea."

Karl didn’t answer immediately. He simply stared at his phone screen, his grin lingering, his mind already working through the possibilities.

Chilie tilted her head, watching him closely. "So? Have you been distracted, Karl?"

Karl exhaled, his fingers tapping lightly against the counter. "Maybe." His voice was calm, measured. "But it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. Regretting it won’t change anything."

Chilie hummed, crossing her arms. "Then what will you do about Emily?" Her voice was playful, but there was something probing about it. "The same thing you did with Rebecca? Maybe a little gentler this time?"

Karl’s grin widened just slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perhaps."

Chilie let out a soft laugh. "You’re strange, My Lord. But then again... this is an Uncommon Thing, after all."

She leaned back, her golden curls bouncing as she regarded him with an amused expression. "And that’s why you fit so perfectly."

Karl took another sip of his drink, the taste grounding him in the moment. His mind was set. Emily had walked into his life at the perfect time, and now? Now he had an opportunity to do something worst without risk.

"I will scrub that filthy mouth." he smiled.

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