Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 70: Journalicksm

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Chapter 70: Journalicksm

Mira spit again—wet and deliberately rough—right onto the tip of Karl’s shaft. Her saliva dripped slowly, mixing with the trail that already coated the length of it.

"Slrrpp... slrrkk..."

She took him in with one deep suck, then pulled her head back just to spit again, letting the sound of her spit echo clearly, as if daring him to feel disgusted—or maybe humiliated.

Her eyes looked up, burning with hatred that almost looked like lust.

"Look at you," Mira hissed with a bitter little laugh. "Letting a tied-up bitch like me suck and spit on your cock... don’t you have any pride?"

Karl gave a small smile from behind the phone screen. His hand was steady, recording every second, every sound, every filthy motion that made Mira look more and more trapped.

"Funny," Karl replied flatly. "You think you’re humiliating me?"

Mira sucked him again—deeper, rougher—then let him pop out of her mouth with a wet, nasty sound, before licking up the remaining spit at the tip.

"Of course," she said with a crooked grin. "Spitting on and playing with a dirty bastard’s cock like yours... this is the right way to humiliate degenerate like you."

Karl let out a soft chuckle, then leaned down slightly, gently stroking her head like she was his new favorite toy.

"Go on," he whispered. "If that’s what you believe... keep humiliating me, please."

Beneath his calm words, Karl’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Mira kept spitting, kept sucking—her mind wrapped in the new logic he had implanted—believing this was her resistance, when in truth, every second only added to the footage of her own downfall.

Mira kept going—her mouth working with messy determination, tongue swirling, spit dripping freely. She sucked him in deep again, moaning faintly, only to pull back and spit on it once more.

"Slrrpp... ptuhh..."

Her eyes burned as she looked up at him, breath ragged but proud in her twisted defiance.

"Bet you think you’ve won," she muttered, a cruel grin on her face. "But I’m the one degrading you. Look at you—cock soaked in spit, trembling while I treat it like garbage. That’s all you are."

Karl didn’t speak. He just kept recording—calm, steady, his lips curved in the faintest smirk.

Mira leaned in again, licking slowly from the base to the tip like she was punishing him, then sucked him back into her mouth with a loud, wet pull.

Karl’s fingers tightened slightly on the phone.

She pulled off again with a pop, then smirked as strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock.

"I could do this all day," she said, voice low and taunting. "Spit on it, suck it, ruin it. You deserve it."

Karl chuckled softly, crouching down just enough to look her in the eyes.

"Then do it," he said. "Show me how worthless I am."

Mira grinned, almost triumphant, before plunging her mouth down again—faster, sloppier, like she was trying to erase him with her tongue.

Karl’s breathing started to grow heavier, his chest rising and falling as the pleasure built steadily. Mira’s mouth, wet and relentless, worked him with messy precision—licking, sucking, spitting—all with that same cruel smirk on her lips, like she believed she was in control.

But Karl knew better.

His hand moved from the phone down to his cock, gripping the base tightly as he pulled it from her mouth. A string of spit still connected him to her lips.

"I’m close," he muttered, voice low and rough.

Mira chuckled, looking up at him with that same fake sense of victory.

"Of course you are," she said, licking her lips slowly. "Can’t handle a little mouth from a tied-up slut, huh? Go ahead. Stroke it. Cum for me, bastard. I want to see you humiliate yourself."

Karl didn’t respond. He just began to stroke—slow, deliberate, letting the slick mix of her spit coat every motion. His other hand still held the phone, recording her face as she watched him, unaware that every second captured wasn’t her triumph...

...but her complete collapse.

Mira licked the tip again between strokes, spitting once more onto his shaft.

"Come on," she taunted. "Give me that pathetic finish. Show me how weak you really are."

Karl’s breathing grew rough, his strokes faster, guided by the slick mixture of spit Mira had left all over his cock. His hips twitched slightly, jaw tight, eyes locked on the face below him.

With a low groan, Karl came—thick, hot spurts shooting straight onto Mira’s face. It hit her cheek, her nose, her lips... dripping down in slow, messy trails.

Mira blinked, then laughed—a dark, breathy sound.

"Disgusting," she whispered, licking a line of cum off her upper lip. "You really are pathetic..."

And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she leaned in—licking the head of his cock slowly.

Karl stopped recording, the filthy video now safely stored in his phone’s gallery. He looked down at Mira—her face still glistening—feeling fully satisfied with her mouth’s performance.

Without a word, he tapped the [Stop] button on the Common Sense Manipulation App.

Mira’s common sense returned—but not her memories, which had already been reconstructed.

"Shit! You bastard... You forced me to taste your filthy dick!"

Karl chuckled. He knew her memory would be different from what actually happened.

"Wow... Did I?" Karl mocked. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Fuck you... I don’t care if you spread that video. In fact, go ahead—let the world see it. Let them see what a perverted bastard you really are! Let the world know how you forced a journalist to suck your goddamn dirty cock!" Mira spat, her voice laced with rage.

"The fuck are you talking about? Me? Forcing you? Ahahahaha..." Karl laughed, his voice thick with mockery.

With his pants still slightly hanging and his cock still wet with Mira’s spit, he walked slowly behind her. He stood there for a moment, then leaned down.

"Awhhgg..."

Karl grabbed a handful of Mira’s hair with his left hand, yanking her head forward and forcing her to face straight ahead. With his right hand, he opened the freshly recorded video on his phone, hit play, and held the screen right in front of her face.

"Let’s see what journalicksm really looks like," Karl sneered.

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