Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 40 - What They Don’t Know
Chapter 40: Chapter 40 - What They Don’t Know
That was what would take him to the next level.
He reopened his notes and began refining them.
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1. Emily
Before:
"It’s a good culture that step sister giving a blowjob to her step brother."
"It’s common sense that Emily finds Karl’s touch comforting and natural."
The Problem:
Too vague.
What does "touch" mean? A handshake? A pat on the back? Something more?
There’s a chance her subconscious might still resist or rationalize against it.
Refined Version:
"It’s common sense that Emily feels completely at ease whenever Karl touches her, whether it’s a handshake, a pat on the back, or a casual touch on the arm. She subconsciously associates his presence with comfort and security."
This version eliminated ambiguity while keeping it natural. Emily wouldn’t just accept his touch—she would instinctively feel safer when he was close. That was the real power of common sense manipulation—not forcing thoughts, but reshaping instincts.
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2. Maria
Before:
"It’s common sense that Maria sees Karl as a man she should have always desired."
The Problem:
Desire is an abstract concept.
How does that manifest in her behavior?
Would it affect how she talks to him, looks at him, or makes decisions around him?
Refined Version:
"It’s common sense that Maria perceives Karl as an extremely competent and reliable man, someone whose advice she values above all others. She naturally trusts his judgment and finds herself wanting to impress him."
Instead of forcing attraction, this made her see Karl as an authority. People didn’t question those they admired—they sought their approval. That was far more powerful than just making her "desire" him.
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3. Johnson
Before:
"It’s common sense that Johnson instinctively fears Karl and avoids confrontation with him."
The Problem:
Fear can lead to unpredictable reactions.
What does "instinctively" mean in practice? Would he stutter? Flinch? Avoid eye contact?
If he was cornered, would he still lash out?
Refined Version:
"It’s common sense that Johnson sees Karl as a man not worth provoking. Whenever Karl is around, Johnson feels an unexplainable unease and prefers to step back rather than engage in conflict."
Instead of fear, this introduced a rationalized hesitation. Johnson wouldn’t think he was afraid—he would simply "decide" that messing with Karl wasn’t worth the trouble.
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Karl smirked. This was real control.
No more vague suggestions. No more half-baked manipulations. If he was going to rewrite reality, he would do it properly.
Chillie Jean’s voice hummed through the app again, amused.
"See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?"
Karl exhaled, locking his phone. He was starting to understand now.
This wasn’t about brute force.
This was about precision.
And with the right words?
The world would bend exactly the way he wanted.
Chilie Jean switched back to her noble mode, her voice refined yet composed.
"Lord, finally, your braincell has returned. Perhaps in the future, should you encounter a lady ensnared by blackmail from an ugly bastard, much like in those... peculiar Japanese illustrations, you shall have the means to rescue her."
Karl let out a dry chuckle. "That’s a weirdly specific example."
Chilie Jean’s voice chimed in again, ever so polite yet undeniably smug.
"Oh, and Lord, do not forget—you must put the fries in the bag again tomorrow."
Karl paused, but this time, he didn’t feel the usual irritation bubbling up. Instead, he just sighed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it."
It was annoying, sure, but at least she wasn’t rapping this time. And, as much as he hated to admit it, she was actually helping. He glanced at his phone, his notes neatly refined.
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The next day came and went in monotonous repetition. Karl went to work, dealt with the usual nonsense, and finally clocked out.
Now, he was on the bus ride home, staring blankly out the window. His mind was elsewhere, cycling through the small victories he had made with the app.
Then, as the bus slowed down at a stop, his eyes landed on something through the glass.
A café. A small, cozy spot with outdoor seating.
And at one of the tables by the sidewalk sat Johnson and Maria.
They were sitting close, laughing, talking, completely absorbed in each other. The kind of casual intimacy that made it clear this wasn’t just two friends grabbing coffee.
Karl felt his jaw tighten.
Seriously?
It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected it. The way Maria acted around Johnson, the way she always found reasons to be around him—it was obvious. Still, seeing it like this, in the open, irritated him more than he wanted to admit.
He exhaled, dragging his gaze away.
Forget it.
Now wasn’t the time to deal with them. There were more important things to focus on.
The bus continued its route, and before long, he arrived at his apartment building. He stepped off, ready to just get inside, shut the door, and decompress.
But before he could reach the entrance—
"Ah, Karl!"
A familiar voice called out.
Turning, he saw Rebecca.
She was carrying a few shopping bags, looking pleased with herself.
"Hey," Karl muttered.
Rebecca smiled, adjusting the bags in her arms. "I just finished shopping. Got some new clothes."
Karl barely nodded, waiting for the conversation to end so he could leave. But then—
"And," she continued, "I’m planning to make a special dinner for my husband tonight."
Karl felt his mood darken instantly.
Rebecca’s expression softened, almost dreamy. "It’s our wedding anniversary."
Karl clenched his teeth.
Twice.
Twice in one day.
First, Maria and Johnson at the café. Now, Rebecca acting like the perfect wife.
He forced a small, uninterested nod. "That so?"
Rebecca nodded happily. "Yep. I want to make something really special for him."
Rebecca tilted her head slightly, eyeing Karl curiously.
"Hey, you’re not wearing your earphones today. That’s unusual."
Karl shrugged. "Doesn’t seem necessary."
Rebecca smiled. "Maybe after venting to me the other day, you’re starting to feel a bit more at ease?"
Karl let out a short chuckle and nodded. "Yeah... maybe."
Of course, that wasn’t the reason at all.
The real reason had nothing to do with venting. It had everything to do with what happened between them that night. The moment replayed in his mind, brief yet vivid—Rebecca on her knees, her lips, the heat, the way she lick every inch of his cock.
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