Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 77: Dodged a Bullet (And Didn’t Even Notice)

"Today Daddy said I looked really pretty. He really loves me. I want to stay here forever, wear these pretty clothes and make Daddy happy. I know he only loves me, even though Daddy keeps fucking the whores I know he loves me, because Daddy said a real man wouldn’t defile someone he truly loves before marriage, and Daddy promised he’ll marry me one day."

Karl suddenly felt like vomiting.

"The fuck... this femboy’s been brainwashed by that ugly bastard. And that ugly bastard’s in love with his own daughter." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Mira glanced over at the page and her face went stiff.

"I like hearing Daddy’s moans when he plays with the whores, even though their moans really bother me. I get embarrassed, I jerk off my dick while watching Daddy fuck, my favorite part is seeing Daddy’s cum shoot out."

Karl slammed the book shut. "Okay, that’s enough. I’m done."

Mira turned her face away, utterly disgusted. "This isn’t just perversion... this is a cultivated delusion."

Karl stared at the book like it was a cursed object. "He wrote this in a childlike style. But he’s... clearly not a kid."

Mira walked away from the desk, rubbing her temples in frustration. "His fetish isn’t just about the look. He lives in the role."

Karl glanced at the unconscious femboy, then back at Mira. "So... what do we do with him?"

Mira didn’t hesitate. "We tie him up with his ’Daddy.’ Let them keep each other company."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "You sure that’s a good idea?"

"It’s not about good or bad," Mira muttered as she grabbed the femboy’s wrist and tried to lift him. "It’s just convenient."

They made their way back to the room where Eric was still bound—the same room where Mira had been tied up earlier. The chair was still there, along with the ropes, now slightly loosened from the struggle. Eric, gagged with a piece of tablecloth, was glaring at them. The moment they entered, he began writhing violently, growling muffled protests through the fabric in his mouth.

Karl looked down at the femboy, then at the long hallway ahead, and sighed. "You know... I’m not gonna carry him."

Mira gave him a sharp look. "Yeah... I know, flipping burger more easy than carry an a beatiful boy "

"Hahah... Sorry, but i’m allergic to irony and dead weight," Karl replied with a smirk.

"Whatever," Mira grunted, half-dragging the femboy’s limp body across the floor like a disgruntled older sister dealing with a tantrum-throwing sibling.

Eric thrashed harder in the chair, trying to yell something coherent, but all that came out was a garbled mess of anger and saliva behind the gag. His eyes flared with a mix of rage and panic as he spotted the femboy’s unconscious form being brought closer.

Mira dumped the femboy onto the ground with a thud. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," she said mockingly, looking at Eric. "He’s here now. You’re not lonely anymore."

Karl stood by the wall, arms crossed. "This room has so many trust issues embedded in it."

Mira took one of the ropes from earlier and began tying the femboy’s hands behind his back, reusing the knots from her own prior captivity. "Funny how life comes full circle, huh?"

Eric let out a high-pitched grunt, his chair rocking slightly, but it was all useless. His feet were still tied. His hands, bound tightly behind the chair. The tablecloth gag still soaked in spit and dignity, keeping his words hidden.

Karl crouched and met Eric’s eyes. "I gotta admit, man. For someone who rich as fuck, you weird as fuck too."

Eric tried to lunge forward, but the chair barely budged. Mira pulled the knot tight behind the femboy’s back and stood up, brushing her hands off like she’d just finished taking out the trash.

"There," she said. "Reunited and completely fucked."

They left the room with heavy breaths, as if the rotten atmosphere from the contents of the Diary still clung to their skin. Back in the living room, Karl dropped himself onto the couch, his body drained. Mira sat down next to him, casting a look that was equal parts amused and cynical.

Mira glanced at Karl’s hand. "Why are you still holding that femboy’s Diary?"

Karl looked down and realized that the cursed thing was still tightly clutched in his grip. "I... didn’t even notice."

Mira immediately snatched the book from his hand, wearing a mix of disgust and amusement on her face. "Seriously? Were you planning to jerk off while reading some horny femboy’s writing? Are your fantasies really that messed up, Karl?"

"Hell no!" Karl raised both hands like he was testifying in court. "I feel like I need a damn brain cleanse now."

Mira scoffed. "Tch. But I’m kind of curious though, feels like we haven’t read the latest update from this kid."

With a lazy but intrigued motion, Mira flipped to the final page. Her eyes swept over the handwriting—decorated with tiny hearts and flower doodles.

I’m so happy today. Daddy said he’s going to trap a naughty man named Karl. Daddy will make Karl fuck a whore and record it, then use the footage to blackmail him into playing with my dick and ass hole every day until I’m satisfied. Daddy said he’s doing this for my own good, because he loves me too much, he couldn’t bear to see me in pain if he stabbed my asshole with his dick, even though I always begged. But I always believed that I always special for him and finally daddy found a way to satisfy my desire.

Karl jolted upright. "What the fuck!?"

"Hahahaha... You almost become a ’Top’ Guy hahahha .." Mira laughed hysterically.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!" Karl couldn’t believe it and snatched the diary away. But Mira wasn’t lying; that’s exactly what was written inside. Pure and innocent femboy words.

Karl threw the diary aside. "Fuck that... Just wait, Eric. I’ll brutally fuck your daughter right in front of your face, you bastard!"

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