Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 74: Move

"YOU BASTAAAARD!!"

Eric thrashed wildly, his body writhing like a worm doused in boiling water. But the ropes binding him were still too tight, and all his struggling managed to do was make him look even more pathetic.

Mira glanced at Karl with a disbelieving expression.

"Seriously?" she said flatly. "That’s your joke right now?"

Karl shrugged. "What? He started it."

Eric kept screaming, his voice hoarse, filled with rage and... maybe even fear. But it sounded more like the barking of a small dog trapped in a cage—loud, threatening, but ultimately powerless.

Karl walked over and set Eric’s chair back upright. Eric glared at him with pure hatred.

Cuhh...

"Wow..." Karl leaned back just in time to avoid the spit Eric launched at him. "Disgusting," Karl muttered.

Mira stood still, arms crossed, eyes locked on Karl.

Karl turned to her. "How about we move this Ugly Bastard to the room you were locked in earlier?"

Mira nodded and took a step forward, but Karl smirked and added, "You really think you can help me lift this Ugly Bastard?"

With her office outfit and pencil skirt, Karl naturally assumed Mira wasn’t all that strong. But her response caught him a bit off guard.

"Of course I can. The real question is whether you can handle it. You’re the one flipping burgers all day—how strong can you be?" Mira shot back, mocking him.

Karl chuckled. Mira pushed past him, stepping behind Eric. "I’ll lift from the back, you take the front. I don’t want to look at his face any longer than I have to."

Karl looked around the room before obeying her order. His eyes landed on a tablecloth.

"Hmm... That might come in handy to shut this Ugly Bastard up." Karl walked over to the small table where a potted plant rested.

Eric snapped, "Who the hell are you calling Ugly Bastard!? You little shit, just wait until I—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Karl folded the tablecloth and shoved it straight into Eric’s mouth without a hint of hesitation.

Mira slipped off her high heels and walked barefoot across the floor. She bent down, getting ready to lift Eric from the back, while Karl positioned himself at the front.

They counted together,

"One... two... three!"

With some effort—and a lot of grumbling—they managed to haul Eric, still beaten and tightly tied to the chair, into the room where Mira had been held earlier.

Karl leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Mira shot him a smug look.

"Tch... weak," she teased.

Karl was still panting, clearly not expecting that the curvy MILF who had just sucked and licked his dick earlier had that much strength in her.

"W-We should..." Karl said between breaths, "talk in the living room. So the ugly pig doesn’t hear us," he added, pointing at Eric.

They walked back to the living room. Once there, Karl dropped onto the couch, still catching his breath, while Mira grabbed her things and shoes, then sat down beside him.

"I have information about Isabelle," Mira said as she slipped her heels back on.

"Who?" Karl asked.

"Isabelle Langley, his daughter," Mira clarified firmly.

"Oh... right, haha. So, what’s the info?" Karl asked.

"Her weekly routine. Every Monday she goes to a salon near my office," Mira said, leaning back after finishing with her shoes.

"Okay..." Karl replied casually.

Mira frowned a little at how nonchalant he sounded. "Tch... so what’s your plan?"

"We pick her up and bring her here. Easy, right?" Karl said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Mira went silent. She had expected some sort of elaborate kidnapping strategy, maybe even a heist-style blueprint. Instead, she got... that.

"What?" Karl asked, noticing her expression. "You got a car?"

Mira nodded.

"Great, then that’s all we need. We’ll use your car to pick up Isabelle. I can use my ability to make her come along without asking too many questions—or even realizing she’s being forced," Karl explained.

Mira, still not fully understanding what exactly this "ability" of Karl’s was, just let out a long sigh.

Mira leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, looking at Karl out of the corner of her eye.

"So... are you going home, or sleeping here?" she asked, voice casual but eyes sharp.

Karl tilted his head, pretending to think seriously for a moment. "Hmm... I don’t know. I might just follow you wherever you sleep," he said with a lazy grin. "You know, so I can get cuddled by a curvy MILF like you."

Mira rolled her eyes, but there was a tiny smirk threatening to form on her lips. "Son of a Bitch..."

Karl laughed. "Relax, I was just joking."

Mira’s brows dipped. "So you’re going home, huh? Don’t forget—you’ve got fries to put in the bag tomorrow!" she teased.

Before Karl could say anything, Mira kept going. "You’ve got some weird-ass ability, and you still chose a career flipping burgers? Are you stupid?"

"What do you mean?"

Mira let out a sigh. ’He’s such a dumb monster,’ she thought.

"You can make people give you their own money easily. So why aren’t you doing it?"

Her sharp observation, though mostly a guess, made her realize something was off—Karl could probably make people do things they normally wouldn’t.

Karl tilted his head and gave a thin smile. "You’re right. Guess your brain’s got a little villain in it too, huh?"

’I knew it,’ Mira thought.

Sure, here’s the English translation:

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Mira narrowed her eyes at him, then stood up and stretched, her blouse riding up just enough to be distracting. She turned toward Karl and asked, "So, are you going home or not?"

Karl looked out the window. The sky was already a deep, navy blue. "Nope," he said casually. "It’s already dark, and the next bus that passes the nearest station won’t come until tomorrow morning. So yeah... I’m staying the night."

Karl turned to her. "What about you? Heading home?"

Mira let out a long sigh before replying, "I’m not going home either."

Karl nodded slowly, almost smiling... until Mira added her next sentence.

"But don’t expect to fuck me. I’m on my period."

Karl froze.

Their eyes met in a brief, tense silence.

"...Seriously?" he said finally.

Mira lifted her chin with a lazy expression. "Seriously. So don’t get any funny ideas, good boy."

Karl raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, noted. No sex with bloody MILFs tonight."

Karl stood up. "How about we explore this fancy house?" he asked, glancing around.

Mira stood as well, silently preparing to follow him. "And what exactly do you find interesting about this house?"

Karl chuckled. "Hmm..." He stroked his chin. "Aside from the luxury, Eric said this was the place where he used to fuck young pussies."

Mira fell silent at Karl’s words. She had suspected this place might be where Eric hid his mistresses. She had come here with the intention of destroying Eric’s public image.

Karl headed toward the stairs leading to the second floor. Without a word, Mira followed him. Once they reached the top floor...

"What the hell..."

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