Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 72: Control

Mira’s breath hitched slightly. Her fists clenched on the armrests of the chair.

"But somehow... Eric found her. And just like that, everything went to hell. He told her he could help. Said he had connections, that he could get her into a big agency... and stupidly, Cindy believed him. She was just a kid who wanted to be seen."

Karl’s expression didn’t change, but his jaw tightened subtly.

"A few weeks later... she changed. Quiet. Scared of everything. I asked her what was wrong, and all she’d say was, ’I’m fine, Mira.’ But her eyes... her eyes were already dead."

Mira inhaled sharply, as if trying to hold in the wave of emotion crashing through her.

"And then one morning, my aunt called me... Cindy had hanged herself in her room. The laptop was still on. The last file she opened was a draft of her debut stream."

She finally looked up at Karl again, her eyes red but steady, filled with raw, honest pain.

"That’s why I’m after Eric. I don’t care if he’s powerful, or rich, or connected. I just... I just don’t want there to be another Cindy."

"Damn," Karl muttered, a flicker of pity crossing his face. "Is that real? You’re not lying to me, right?"

"I’m not... not lying," Mira replied, her voice cracking under the weight of the memory.

The pain returned, raw and sharp. Her eyes welled up before tears finally spilled down her cheeks—warm, genuine tears of loss and helplessness.

But the image that followed was twisted: her tear-streaked face still smeared with Karl’s cum, the contrast between grief and filth painting a deeply erotic, yet tragic scene.

Karl stared—part of him silent, the other strangely aroused by the contradiction of it all.

"So, what are you planning to do to Eric?" Karl asked.

"I’m going to expose him—make him pay, get him thrown in prison, and make the whole world hate him," Mira answered with burning anger.

Karl stared at her for a moment longer... and then suddenly burst into laughter.

Loud, uncontrollable, mocking laughter.

"Hahahaha—Holy shit, are you serious?! Expose him? Prison? Justice?"

Mira flinched, shocked by the shift in his mood.

"You really are naïve, aren’t you?" Karl wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye as he laughed. "You’re a goddamn journalist, Mira. You of all people should know what someone like Eric can do with enough money. You think law means anything to a guy like him?"

He leaned forward, smirking down at her tear-streaked, cum-smeared face.

"Come on... the law? That’s a fucking joke."

Mira clenched her jaw, furious. "So what, then? We just let him keep destroying lives?!"

"No," Karl said, his voice suddenly dropping into something quieter, darker. "But if you want justice for someone like Cindy... you don’t go to court."

He straightened up, eyes cold.

"You burn everything he loves to the ground."

Mira went silent.

She was a believer in justice—a woman who stood tall on her own, a proud social justice warrior. Even now, bound and humiliated, her core values hadn’t changed.

"You want to know why I want to fuck his daughter?" Karl asked, his tone disturbingly casual.

"Why? Because you want to satisfy your sick urges?" Mira snapped, her voice still laced with bitter sarcasm toward the perverted man in front of her.

Her face—still wet with tears and streaked with Karl’s cum—should’ve made her look pitiful. But to Karl, it stirred something else. Her defiant expression, framed by humiliation, ignited a cruel excitement in him.

He felt the familiar heat building again—but this time, he took a slow breath and forced it down, choosing to set aside his lust... for now.

"Yeah... you’re not wrong," Karl said with a smirk. "But aside from me being horny, there’s another reason. Eric loves his daughter. And I don’t mean fatherly love—he lusts after her. He once praised her small, perky tits right in front of me. Not just with affection, but with that twisted hunger in his eyes. Sure, she’s an adult now, but still... as a father, he should’ve known where the line is. He just... doesn’t care."

"Disgusting..." Mira muttered, her face contorting in revulsion.

Karl chuckled darkly. "Oh, that’s not even the worst part. He want me to marry his daughter." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Then, a wicked grin spread across his face.

"But the real kicker? He’s the one fucking her. Hahaha... insane, right?"

"The fuck?" Mira gasped, utterly shocked.

Karl just shrugged with a smug grin. "So yeah, that’s how it is... I’m not a good guy, but if paying evil back with evil is what it takes to make things fair, I’ll do it. Gladly. Hahahaha..."

Mira fell silent, staring at him.

’He’s completely insane... but he’s too dangerous to make an enemy of. I need to stay close to him. Maybe... maybe I can use him to take down other bastards too. And more than that—he’s a monster. Someone needs to be there to control him.’ the thoughts echoed in Mira’s mind.

Meanwhile, Karl kept smiling to himself, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

’There it is. She’s cracking. Her weak sense of justice is loosening... and maybe—just maybe—I can count on her to be my personal camerawoman. Someone’s gotta film my wild little wish-fulfillment rides, right? Hahaha... let’s make this a proper show.’

They both stood in silence, thoughts swirling behind their guarded expressions—each of them calculating, weighing the other.

Both thinking the same thing.

"I’ll use them."

A strange tension formed between them, not of trust, but of mutual interest... and the desire to control.

"Alright..." Mira finally said, her voice steady, yet laced with subtle intent. "I’ll be your partner. Just let me go. I swear, I won’t betray you."

Karl smiled faintly, then walked behind her.

"Okay..." he muttered as he knelt down, reaching for the ropes that bound her wrists.

Drrrttt...

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Karl paused, pulled it out, and glanced at the screen.

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"The fuck?" he muttered, brow furrowing.

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