Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 47 - Afterlick

Karl’s smirk sharpened as Emily bent deeper into the fridge, her exposed skin glowing under the dim kitchen light. The sight of her obedience—her eagerness—sent a rush of dark satisfaction through him. But it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. He wanted to see her unravel further, to test just how deep her warped perception ran.

He stood slowly, his bare feet silent against the floor, and closed the distance between them. Emily didn’t turn, still humming as she inspected a moldy takeout container. Karl’s hand snapped out, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. She gasped, not in pain, but in delight, arching into his touch like a cat.

"Such a good slut," he hissed, his other hand smacking her bare ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoed, and Emily moaned, her fingers tightening around the fridge shelf.

"Thank you, Karl," she breathed, turning her head to smile at him, her cheeks flushed. "You’re so... attentive."

His jaw twitched. The way she said it—like he was doting on her—made his blood boil. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright. Her back pressed against his chest, and he could feel her rapid heartbeat, the heat of her skin.

"You really are fucking pathetic," he snarled into her ear, his free hand trailing down her stomach, fingertips digging into her flesh. "Is this all it takes? A little slap, a few mean words, and you’re just... happy?"

Emily sighed, tilting her neck to expose more of it to him. "I’m happy because you’re happy," she murmured. "Isn’t that how family works?"

Karl’s laugh was hollow. He spun her around, pinning her against the fridge door. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips parted in anticipation. He hated how she looked at him—like he was her savior, not her tormentor.

"You’re not just my family," he spat. "You’re also a toy. A dumb little bitch that i can break whenever i want."

To prove his point, he slapped her again, harder this time. Her head snapped to the side, but when she looked back, her smile hadn’t faded. If anything, it widened.

"I know," she said softly, reaching up to brush her thumb over his clenched jaw. "And you’re so good at it."

Karl gestured toward the couch.

"Have a seat, now it’s my time to lick your dirty wet pussy" he said, his voice calm but firm.

Emily hesitated for a second before nodding and lowering herself onto the cushion.

Karl ordered Emily to spread her legs with harsh words, "Open your legs, bitch!"

He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and start licking and sucking on her clit, causing Emily to moan even louder.

Emily grabbed the back of Karl’s head, pulling him closer as she ground her pussy against his face. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have Karl’s tongue on her pussy, licking and sucking in all the right spots.

As Emily got closer and closer to orgasm, Karl reached up and started playing with her tits again, tweaking her nipples and causing Emily to moan even louder.

Finally, Emily couldn’t take it anymore and came hard, her pussy juices flowing freely onto Karl’s face. Karl lapped it up, savoring the taste of Emily’s orgasm.

Emily, still panting from her orgasm, reached down and grabbed Karl’s dick, stroking it gently as she looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Karl," she whispered.

Karl’s jaw tightened as he watched Emily slump against the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over her lips. She looked distant—too distant. He hated that look. That quiet, contemplative gaze like she was discovering something profound about herself.

No. He wasn’t going to let her get lost in whatever twisted revelation was brewing inside her head.

"Get up," he said, his voice flat. "Go take a shower."

Emily didn’t move. Her breathing was slow, steady, her eyes locked onto his like she was waiting for something.

"I don’t want to," she murmured.

Karl’s expression darkened. He took a step forward, looming over her. "I wasn’t asking."

Emily swallowed but remained stubbornly still. "I like being like this."

His patience snapped. "Don’t be disgusting," he spat. "Get up and clean yourself, you filthy bitch."

Something flickered in her expression—fear, excitement, submission. Whatever it was, it made her finally move. Without another word, she rose to her feet, her body trembling slightly as she walked past him toward the bathroom.

Karl exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. The room suddenly felt too quiet, too still, as if something irreversible had shifted between them. He glanced down at his hands—steady, controlled, powerful.

This should have felt like victory. Like satisfaction. But instead, there was a gnawing sense of unease creeping beneath his skin.

Minutes passed. He could hear the distant sound of water running, the soft rustling of Emily moving around in the bathroom. When she finally emerged, steam curling around her, she was different.

Her hair was damp, sticking to her skin in loose strands. Her face was bare, free of the makeup that usually masked every imperfection. And yet, she looked... more composed. More certain.

Emily met his gaze, then without hesitation, she walked over to the vanity and began reapplying her makeup—methodically, carefully, as if nothing had happened. As if everything had changed, and yet, nothing had changed at all.

Karl watched in silence, something foreign twisting in his gut.

She was different. And he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Emily had just finished perfecting her lipstick when her phone buzzed against the vanity table. The vibration cut through the heavy silence between them. She hesitated before picking it up, already sensing that whatever lay on the screen would pull her back into a world she had no desire to return to.

A message.

[Sasha] : Hey, you’re still coming, right? You totally ghosted me earlier. I’m already here.]

Emily blinked. Right. She had made plans. With Sasha. That felt distant now, irrelevant. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to type out an excuse.

But then she heard Karl exhale behind her.

"What is it?" His tone was flat, disinterested, as if whatever it was didn’t matter.

Emily turned slightly, gauging his expression. He was sitting on the couch, one hand running through his hair, the other resting lazily on his thigh. He looked... drained.

"I was supposed to meet Sasha," she admitted slowly. "I don’t feel like going anymore."

Karl made a quiet noise, something between a scoff and a sigh. His fingers tapped idly against his knee as he murmured, almost to himself, "I still wanted to enjoy this... but I think I’m done."

Emily stiffened.

The words weren’t cruel. They weren’t even meant for her. But they landed like a slap.

She searched his face for something—anything—that suggested he felt even a fraction of what she did. That he wanted to stretch this moment just a little longer.

But there was nothing.

Only detachment.

"I’d rather stay here," she tried again, softer this time. "With you."

Karl finally looked at her, his gaze sharp and empty all at once. "Why?"

"Because it feels... right."

He let out a short laugh, void of amusement. "You’re kidding yourself."

Emily bit her lip. "I—"

"Go," he cut her off, standing up. His body moved with the same slow, deliberate control he always had, but now it carried an air of dismissal. "Meet your friend."

"But—"

Karl’s expression darkened. "Emily."

Something in his voice made her stomach drop.

"Get the fuck out and go."

She flinched. Her hands clenched around her phone, but she didn’t argue.

With a silent nod, she grabbed her purse, typed a hasty reply to Sasha, and checked her reflection one last time.

Before she left, she turned back toward Karl, waiting, hoping for some kind of acknowledgment. A glance. A word.

He didn’t give her one.

So she left.

Karl barely had time to exhale before his phone screen flickered, casting a faint glow in the dimly lit room.

Without him touching it, the Common Sense Manipulation App opened on its own.

And there she was.

Chillie Jean.

The AI’s elegant figure materialized on the screen, draped in an elaborate crimson gown that shimmered like liquid velvet. She reclined in midair, as if seated upon an invisible throne, her long, gloved fingers lazily swirling a nonexistent glass of wine. Her golden eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Ah, Karl, my dear," she drawled, her voice dripping with the practiced refinement of nobility. "I was beginning to wonder when you’d notice."

Karl’s brows furrowed. "What now?"

Chillie let out a delicate sigh, tilting her head as if regarding a particularly slow-witted subject.

"You seem awfully composed for someone who has forgotten to manage his affairs properly," she mused, gesturing gracefully to the screen. "Do refresh your memory, darling. You’ve left a rather crude manipulation lingering."

A sense of unease coiled in Karl’s chest as he pulled up the Active Manipulations tab.

There it was.

→ (Duration: Active)

His fingers curled into a fist. He had let it run too long.

Chillie smirked, pressing a gloved hand to her cheek in mock sympathy.

"Oh, what a mess," she tutted. "Did you truly intend for her to keep believing this... indefinitely? Because, my dear Karl, if you leave a manipulation active too long, the effects start to... how shall I put this? Solidify."

Karl’s jaw clenched. "Meaning?"

Chillie leaned forward, her smirk widening. "Meaning, Karl, that if you fail to stop it now, dear Emily may begin speaking quite freely about your little... indulgences."

Karl’s stomach twisted.

"Imagine," she continued, her tone almost pitying, "Emily, with that sweet little smile of hers, chatting away to her friends. Detailing everything you’ve done together with not a single ounce of shame. A casual conversation about the most unseemly acts, spoken as if she were discussing the weather."

Karl inhaled sharply.

Without another word, he pressed [Stop].

A system prompt appeared.

[Common Sense Manipulation.]

[Points deducted: 905 → 720]

Karl exhaled sharply. He hated losing that many points, but it was better.

Chillie let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a hand over her chest as if mourning a tragedy.

"Oh, how terribly dull. I had such high hopes for the chaos."

Karl scowled. "Are you done?"

Chillie giggled behind her gloved hand. "For now, yes. But do try to be more careful, dear Karl. Even the most delightful manipulations must be managed properly... lest they spiral beyond your control."

With a graceful flick of her wrist, her figure dissolved, leaving only the ordinary interface of his phone.

Karl sat there for a long moment, fingers still gripping the device.

The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the heavy silence.

Karl’s eyes flicked toward the door, irritation bubbling beneath his otherwise composed expression. He wasn’t expecting anyone. And after everything that had just happened, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for visitors.

With a slow exhale, he rose to his feet, his movements deliberate, controlled. He reached for the handle, hesitated for a fraction of a second, then pulled the door open.

Standing in the dimly lit hallway was her.

The first.

The kind-hearted MILF—his first victim in this twisted game of manipulation. The woman who had unknowingly succumbed to his influence, reshaped by the Common Sense Manipulation App into someone far more... receptive.

She smiled warmly at him, her eyes soft, filled with that same naive kindness that had made her such an easy target.

But Karl barely had time to process her presence before he noticed something else.

She wasn’t alone.

Beside her stood another woman. Another Milf. Karl’s eyes wide open when he saw her.

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