Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 63 - Podcast With Monster

The rain continued to fall, the sound merging with Karl’s rapid heartbeat. His breath came in slow, controlled inhales, but inside, his mind was spiraling.

He had expected Eric to be scum. Had braced himself for filth, for depravity beyond reason.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

Karl felt physically ill.

He had spent hours, days, convincing himself that he was no hero. That he had no right to judge others when he himself had done things that could never be undone.

But now, listening to Eric’s twisted fantasies, Karl realized something.

There was a difference between men like him and men like Eric.

Karl had his vices. His moral compass was shattered, gray at best. He had manipulated, deceived, and enjoyed the pleasures of women who were never meant to be his.

But Eric?

Eric Langley wasn’t just a degenerate. He wasn’t just an abuser, a manipulator.

He was a predator who viewed his own flesh and blood as property.

Something inside Karl snapped.

Yet, through sheer willpower, he kept his expression neutral. Kept his fists unclenched, his jaw from locking.

Because he wasn’t done yet.

"Tell me their names," Karl said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eric, oblivious to the silent fury seething within Karl, chuckled.

"My favorites?" He leaned back, stretching like a man sharing his top five whiskey brands. "Ah, Karl, you’d love them. Each one had something... unique. A flavor. A texture. You get what I mean, right?"

Karl remained silent.

Eric took that as encouragement.

He tapped his fingers against his knee, smirking. "Let’s see..."

Then, with a sigh of nostalgia, he began.

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The Five Names

1. Emily Shaw – The Fighter

"Emily had that fire, you know? That desperation, that need to prove she was tough. It made breaking her so much more satisfying. I’d tell her she was strong, then I’d show her just how weak she really was. There was a rawness to her screams, a bite to her resistance. It was exhilarating."

2. Nadia Pierce – The Virgin

"Oh, sweet Nadia. She came to me as pure as fresh snow, untouched, untainted. And I was the one who had the pleasure of marking her. There’s something about taking innocence that never gets old, Karl. That trembling, that hesitation... it’s intoxicating."

3. Maya Lin – The Obedient One

"Maya was special. No struggle, no fight. She understood her place the moment I put my hands on her. That’s rare, Karl. A girl who just submits, who just knows. She never questioned, never resisted. Like a perfectly trained pet. God, I miss her."

4. Sophia Reed – The Broken Doll

"Sophia was a work of art. Someone had already shattered her before I got to her, which made things so much easier. She never asked for love, only for a master. And I gave her exactly that. She’d do anything, Karl. Anything."

5. Isabelle Langley – The Untouched Obsession

"And then, of course, there’s Isabelle. My sweet, sweet Isabelle."

Karl forced himself to keep breathing.

Eric’s tone changed when he spoke about his daughter. Became softer, almost reverent.

"She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. Always has been. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes it too. Before she stops pretending."

Karl’s fingers trembled against his phone.

He had expected to hear about the girls Eric had already hurt. Had prepared himself for that.

But this?

Hearing him speak about his daughter with the same twisted lust, the same disgusting possessiveness—

Karl wanted to carve out his own eardrums.

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For minutes that felt like hours, Karl continued the act. He asked questions. Listened to details that made his stomach churn. Names. Addresses. Patterns of behavior.

Eric spilled everything.

Because, in his warped mind, this was normal.

And Karl had made sure of it.

His hands trembled as he typed down each piece of information. Every name. Every location. Every hideout and safe house Eric had used.

For evidence. For proof. For justice.

Karl didn’t know what he was going to do with this information yet. Didn’t know if he was going to hand it over to the authorities, or if he was going to handle things his way.

All he knew was that Eric Langley was going to suffer for what he’d done.

But before Karl could wrap things up, Eric said something that made his blood freeze.

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Eric sighed, stretching. "You know, Karl, you’re an interesting guy."

Karl didn’t respond.

Eric grinned. "I like you. You remind me of myself when I was younger. You get it. The hunger. The need to take what’s yours without hesitation."

Karl’s skin crawled.

Eric leaned in slightly. "That’s why I’m going to make you an offer."

Karl didn’t move.

Eric smirked. "If the day ever comes that I lose control... If I go too far and my sweet Isabelle ends up carrying my child..."

His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I want you to marry her."

Karl’s entire world tilted.

For the first time since this conversation started, he lost control of his expression.

Eric saw his reaction and laughed.

"Come on, Karl. Don’t act so shocked. Think about it—it makes sense. If I end up knocking up my little girl, she’ll need someone to keep her safe, to keep my legacy alive. And who better than you?"

Karl felt bile rise in his throat.

Eric was insane.

Completely, irredeemably insane.

But Karl... Karl wasn’t much better.

Because instead of leaving. Instead of shutting Eric down and walking away—

He smiled.

A small, faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Not because he agreed. Not because he accepted.

But because he needed to keep up the act.

Because if he reacted the way he wanted to—if he let Eric see the true rage simmering beneath his skin—

He would kill him.

Right here. Right now.

And Karl wasn’t ready for that.

Not yet.

The conversation ended soon after.

Karl excused himself, claiming he had somewhere to be. Eric let him go with a lazy wave, still lounging under the shelter as if he hadn’t just confessed to horrors beyond imagination.

Karl walked away, his steps slow, deliberate.

His mind was a storm.

His morals—if they ever existed—were beyond gray now.

He had done dirty things.

But he had never crossed this line.

And yet...

Standing there, listening to Eric, Karl had felt something unfamiliar.

Not just anger. Not just disgust.

A desire.

A raw, unfiltered need to erase Eric Langley from existence.

Not out of justice.

Not out of morality.

But because some people simply don’t deserve to live.

And Karl was starting to think that he might be the one to end this monster’s life.

The Devil’s Whisper

Karl sat motionless, his breath ragged. His mind was screaming, his fingers twitching as he hovered over his phone screen.

This was it.

He had the power to end Eric Langley with a single command.

One simple line of text. One common sense hijack.

Dying painfully is the only way to cleanse one’s sins.

With that, Eric would be compelled to kill himself in the most excruciating way possible.

Karl’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

A fitting end for a man who had built an empire of suffering. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

His thumb hovered over the START button.

But before he could press it—

BZZZT! BZZZT!

His phone suddenly vibrated violently, then—

RIIING!

A shrill ringtone pierced through the silence of his cramped apartment.

Karl jolted, his fingers instinctively tightening around the device. The screen lit up, and the name flashing across it made his stomach twist.

Incoming Call: Chillie Jean

Karl exhaled sharply through his nose.

And then, with the sudden force of an explosion, Chillie’s face appeared on the screen.

Her neon-lit eyes gleamed, her smirk wide and hungry.

"Oh my, my, my~"

Karl’s grip tightened. His expression was different now—harder, colder.

"The great Lord of Fries... is about to take someone’s life?" Chillie purred, tilting her head, her tone laced with mockery. "How bold. How vicious. I never thought you had it in you~"

Karl immediately shut her up.

"Shut up, Chillie. Just shut the hell up."

Chillie’s grin widened, her violet gaze drinking in the rage in Karl’s eyes.

"Oooooh~" She cooed, "Look at you! So serious. So murderous. It suits you, Karl. But let’s be real—"

Her expression darkened, amusement still dancing in her features.

"Do you really think that’s enough?"

Karl clenched his jaw. "What?"

"Will killing Eric Langley really be justice?" Chillie asked, her voice suddenly eerily soft.

Karl scowled, his patience fraying. "He deserves to die."

"Oh, no argument there~" Chillie Jean mused, twirling a lock of her luminous purple hair. "But tell me, Karl... If he dies, what happens next?"

She leaned closer, her gaze piercing through the screen.

"You think that’s punishment? You think that’s justice?"

Karl froze.

Chillie smirked.

"If Eric dies, he’s free, Karl. His suffering ends. No pain. No true consequences. Just a quick, clean death."

Her expression shifted, becoming sinister, calculated.

"But we both know you can do so much better than that."

Karl sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers shaking with repressed anger.

His mind was cracking at the seams. His mental state was already unstable, spiraling deeper into the abyss with every second.

And before he could stop himself, he asked—

"Then what the hell do I do?!"

The room fell silent.

Chillie Jean’s glowing eyes bore into him, her smirk fading.

Then—

"First?" she said, her voice flat, cold. "Stop the manipulation."

Karl froze again.

His pupils shrank.

Shit.

He forgot.

Eric was still under the hijack.

Karl quickly navigated to the app, his heartbeat hammering as he slammed the STOP MANIPULATION button.

A pulse of unseen energy rippled through the world.

Just like that, the common sense change vanished.

Karl exhaled, rubbing his temples.

But before he could regain his composure, Chillie’s voice rang through the speaker again—

"Now then~"

Her smirk returned, sharper than ever.

"You remember, don’t you? What he said? What he confessed?"

Karl’s stomach twisted.

He knew exactly what she was referring to.

Eric’s obsession.

His sick, twisted love for his own daughter.

"Isabelle Langley is already an adult, isn’t she?" Chillie whispered.

Karl didn’t respond.

He didn’t have to.

Because the idea had already begun germinating in his head.

Chillie’s grin stretched wider, her violet eyes pulsating with excitement.

"Oh Karl, Karl, Karl~" she purred. "You don’t have to kill him. You just have to... play a little game."

Karl swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You know what to do."

Karl remained silent.

Chillie Jean leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a devilish whisper—

"Record everything."

A shiver ran down Karl’s spine.

"Let dear old Daddy be tied up... while he watches his beloved daughter being ruined right in front of him."

A heavy silence filled the room.

Karl’s breath came in slow, uneven gasps.

His mind splintered—one side revolted, the other tempted.

This was beyond anything he had ever done.

This wasn’t just a hijack.

This was pure, calculated destruction.

This was cruelty beyond comprehension.

And yet...

The thought of it...

The sheer poetic horror of it...

It was tempting.

Because Eric Langley deserved nothing less.

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