Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 35 - There’s Other app?

Karl stared at his phone screen, fingers tapping against the counter in slow, measured beats. A faint smile played on his lips, something sharp lurking beneath the surface.

Emily had always been insufferable. Always looking down on him, always sneering, always acting like she was so much better. And now, after everything—the app, Rebecca, Chilie Jean twisting his thoughts—now she decided to waltz back into his life? Mocking him? Laughing at him?

How... delightful.

Karl let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head slightly. The weight of guilt, the hesitations, the remnants of old morality—they were dissolving, piece by piece. Why should he feel bad? Why should he restrain himself?

He had power now. Real power.

Power that let him bend people common sense. Power that let him do things without consequence.

And Emily? His dear, sweet stepsister?

She had just given him an excuse.

Karl exhaled slowly, his smile widening as possibilities unfolded in his mind. The way Chilie Jean watched him, a knowing glint in her eyes, only made it better.

"Oh, Karl," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. "I must say, I do love this side of you."

Karl met her gaze. "Do you?"

"Mmm." Chilie’s lips curled as she sauntered closer. "It’s exhilarating, watching you realize things. Watching you accept yourself." She trailed a finger along the counter, her digital form somehow realer than ever. "No more guilt, no more doubts—just the truth. The understanding that you can have anything you want."

Karl hummed. "Anything?"

Chilie Jean chuckled. "Well. Anything within reason, of course." Her golden eyes gleamed. "But you’d be amazed at how malleable reason can be."

Karl took another sip of his drink, savoring the burn as his mind churned.

Emily had stepped into his world. She had mocked him. She had opened the door.

And Karl?

Karl would welcome her inside.

With a smile.

With kindness.

With patience.

And then, once she was comfortable... once she thought she was safe...

He would rewrite her.

Karl chuckled under his breath, his fingers curling around his phone as he typed out a response.

---

Karl:

You should visit me when you arrive. I’ll treat you to something nice.

---

He sent it without hesitation, his gaze flickering back to Chilie Jean.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That was rather fast."

Karl shrugged, his grin never fading. "Why wait?"

Chilie let out a slow, delighted laugh. "Indeed. Why wait?"

The room felt warmer. The air thicker.

Karl wasn’t just playing anymore.

He was becoming.

Chilie Jean straightened, slipping effortlessly back into her noble persona. The seductive mischief vanished, replaced by that ever-smug aristocratic grace. She tilted her chin up, golden curls cascading as she folded her hands neatly in front of her.

"Ah, yes, My Lord," she purred, voice smooth and refined. "The grand manipulator, the weaver of reality itself. The man who holds the very fabric of common sense in his grasp..."

Then she smirked.

"And also the man who holds...fries," she continued, her tone impossibly smug. "And carefully places them... in the bag."

Karl froze. His grip on the glass tightened as he processed her words.

Then, a dry chuckle slipped from his lips.

"Damn it, Chilie." He shook his head, exhaling through his nose. "I was finally enjoying myself, and here you go, ruining the moment."

Chilie Jean raised a delicate brow. "Oh, My Lord, perish the thought! I would never ruin anything. I merely... provide perspective."

Karl shot her a look. "Perspective, huh?"

"Of course." She placed a hand over her chest in mock sincerity. "After all, no matter how grand your schemes, no matter how much power you wield..." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "At the end of the day, you are still but a humble worker... bagging fries."

Karl snorted.

Chilie Jean grinned. "And that, My Lord, is simply... delicious."

Karl let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he downed the rest of his drink. "At least you’re entertaining," he muttered.

Karl’s phone screen flickered.

A sharp, digital ping cut through the room.

His eyes snapped to the notification bar at the top of the screen. A new alert had appeared—bold, unfamiliar, demanding attention.

[UNCOMMON EVENT: COUNTDOWN - 29 Days 23 Hours 59 Minutes]

Karl frowned. Uncommon Event?

He tapped the notification.

The app’s interface warped—the usual sleek design now overlaid with a deep crimson hue. A massive countdown timer dominated the center of the screen, steadily ticking down from 29 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes.

Karl’s pulse quickened.

"What the hell is this?"

Chilie Jean, who had been idly examining her nails, let out an amused hum. "Oh? So it’s finally time?"

Karl shot her a look. "Time for what?"

Chilie Jean turned to him, a knowing smirk curling her lips. "Why, My Lord, it is the beginning of something... grand."

Karl’s frown deepened. "Be more specific."

She giggled—that aristocratic, taunting laugh. "Tsk, tsk, My Lord. You act as if you were the only one favored by the Uncommon Developer."

Karl’s stomach dropped. His grip on the phone tightened.

"Wait—" He narrowed his eyes. "Are you telling me there are other apps?"

Chilie Jean clapped her hands together softly, golden eyes gleaming with delightful malice. "Oh, My Lord," she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. "Did you really think the Uncommon Developer would create just one app?"

Karl’s breath hitched.

The weight of that statement settled in his chest like a stone.

The Common Sense Manipulation App... wasn’t unique?

He wasn’t the only one?

Karl’s jaw tensed. He glanced back at the countdown timer, its red glow casting an eerie light on his face.

"Alright," he exhaled sharply. "Then tell me—what kind of apps are we talking about? What else did the Uncommon Developer make?"

Chilie Jean’s smirk widened.

She loved this.

The moment when Karl realized he wasn’t as special as he thought.

She leaned in slightly, golden eyes flickering with amusement. "Ah, My Lord, that... is a secret."

Karl’s eyes narrowed. "You’ve been in my head since the start, Chilie. You know everything about this app. And now you expect me to believe you don’t know about the others?"

Chilie let out a mock gasp, placing a hand over her chest as if he had wounded her deeply. "Oh, My Lord! How could you suggest such a thing? Of course I know..."

Karl took a step forward, his patience wearing thin. "Then spit it out."

Chilie Jean only chuckled—that same aristocratic, condescending laugh that made his fingers twitch.

"Now, now, My Lord," she purred. "Where would the fun be if I simply handed you the answers?"

Karl exhaled sharply through his nose. "You’re stalling."

"Perhaps." Chilie’s eyes gleamed. "Or perhaps... the Uncommon Developer would rather you discover the truth when the Event begins."

Karl stared at her.

Then his gaze flickered back to the countdown.

29 Days. 23 Hours. 58 Minutes.

A whole month before he got any answers?

Karl hated waiting.

Chilie Jean clapped her hands together lightly, her smirk never fading.

"Well, My Lord, as much as I do enjoy watching you brood over the mysteries of the universe..." She tilted her head, golden curls bouncing. "Do remember—tomorrow, you still have to put the fries in the bag."

Karl’s eye twitched.

That smug smile, that mocking tone—she lived to piss him off.

But he didn’t snap at her. Not this time.

Instead, he let out a low chuckle. "At least you’re not rapping."

He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and stretched, rolling his shoulders before flopping onto his bed.

The glow of the countdown timer still burned in his mind. 29 days, 23 hours, 57 minutes.

A whole month.

Karl stared at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

His thoughts drifted back to Rebecca.

The guilt—the hesitation—the lingering, nagging voice that whispered was that really okay?—

Deleted.

Wiped away like a useless background app.

Rebecca was a closed Chapter.

She had enjoyed it. Maybe not consciously, but deep down? The app had shown him the truth. Her mind had reshaped her memories to justify what had happened.

So why should he feel guilty?

He turned onto his side, resting his cheek against the pillow.

No, Rebecca’s blowjob not a problem anymore.

But Emily?

His lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin.

She had mocked him. Sneered at him. Thought she could waltz back into his life and laugh.

She had no idea what he was now.

No idea what he could do.

And Karl?

He was going to enjoy teaching her some manner.

His fingers curled against the sheets as his mind wandered.

The Uncommon Event.

What kind of apps were out there?

His Common Sense Manipulation App had already let him do the impossible—let him rewrite how people thought, twist their own memories against them. It had let him stand in another man’s home and licking his wife pussy, enjoying great blowjob, without any force, that’s not a crime, he thought.

And that was just one app.

What about the others?

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