Mira stared at Karl with disgust and horror, her body trembling as if it wanted to flee as fast as possible, even though she was still tightly bound.
"You... you’re seriously insane!" she scread, her voice hoarse from too much yelling and biting the ropes. "You think this is funny? Does seeing people helpless turn you on? You need help, you sick fuck!"
Karl chuckled softly, walking closer with the casual air of soone greeting a neighbor—not checking on soone he had kidnapped.
"I need help? No, sweetheart. The ones who need help... are people like you—because you’re too normal for this new world," he said as he squatted in front of Mira, eyeing the sweat on her neck, the rise and fall of her chest from tension, and the fire still burning in her eyes.
Mira glared back, hatred pouring from her gaze. But then, sothing inside her shifted—her survival instinct took over.
"Young man, listen to ," she said more calmly, slipping into the sultry tone she once used to fool corrupt officials and terminal thugs. "You don’t have to keep going with this. We can—"
Karl grinned, then leaned in close to her ear.
"—enjoy our ti together?" he whispered.
Then he pulled back.
"Haahahaha..." he laughed, a spike of dopamine hitting his brain. Karl had never felt this kind of joy before.
Mira scoffed, her breath growing heavier, trying to hold back her emotions.
"You’re disgusting," she hissed. "You and Eric, both of you are vile. You ruin young girls’ lives, leave them traumatized, and then run away like cowards. You’re a virus."
Karl stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a mont, as if deciding whether to laugh or just ignore her. Eventually, he let out a soft chuckle, almost like he was sipping warm tea on a peaceful afternoon.
"Working with Eric?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Now that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. I don’t even like looking at his face, and yeah... I might be disgusting, but even I don’t want to be lumped together with that ugly bastard."
He sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the wall like this was no big deal. His expression remained calm—not the calm of soone confident in victory, but soone who didn’t feel the need to prove anything.
"But don’t get wrong," he continued, now looking at Mira seriously. "I’m not gonna pretend to be so hero either. I’m not a good person. I’m not here to save anyone."
Mira shook her head slowly, eyes narrowing with disbelief. "Bullshit. All scumbags say the sa thing. ’I’m not a good guy’, ’at least I’m not a hypocrite’—when really, it’s just an excuse to do sothing rotten and think it makes them cool."
Karl sighed and gave a small laugh, as if conceding the argunt but still not feeling the need to justify himself.
"Fine. If you want to think I’m a scumbag, go ahead. You already judged from the start, didn’t you? Not like you’re wrong. I’m no better than the other assholes. But one thing’s for sure—I’m not lying about this."
Mira stayed silent. Her expression didn’t soften at all.
Karl stood up, shrugging casually.
"I’m still here. And you’re still tied up. So whatever I am, at least for today, I’m the one in control. And you... you have to deal with that."
Mira snarled, "For how long, huh? You think this will last forever? You’re a nobody, Karl. Sooner or later, you’re going to get what’s coming to you."
Karl stared at her for a mont... then gave a thin smile.
"Maybe," he said quietly, picking up his phone again. "But for now, I’ve still got ti to play with that filthy mouth of yours."
Karl stood beside Mira and began typing on the Manipulation Hub. The straightforward interface of the Common Sense Manipulation app, and the fact that he could activate it just by looking at his target, allowed Karl to quickly input a new, revolting common sense.
"Sucking, spitting and licking a dick is the ultimate way to humiliate a man’s pride. And if he ends up ejaculating from it, then the humiliation is complete—because it ans he lost control and degraded himself entirely."
Karl pressed the [Start] button.
Without a hint of hesitation, he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the tal clinking echoed in the quiet room as he pulled his pants down. His hard cock sprang free—standing firm, re inches from Mira’s face.
Karl started recording with his phone right away. But before he could even say a word, Mira grinned—and suddenly, she spit straight onto his cock.
Slrrppp...
Without hesitation, she leaned in, took him into her mouth, then pulled back and let him slip out with a wet pop—only to flick her tongue along the tip like she owned it.
"Aghhh..." Karl groaned, his knees twitching. "You look like you’re enjoying licking and sucking my cock..."
Mira let out a wicked laugh. "Of course I am. I’ll suck it, spit on it, and lick it all I want... until I’m satisfied. Filthy bastards like you? You deserve this." Mira suddenly took him deep again—this ti harder, sucking him with fierce intensity.
Slrrrkkk... slrrppp...
Her cheeks hollowed as she moved rhythmically, eyes locked onto his with a defiant fire burning inside.
Karl let out a sharp breath, gripping his phone tighter as he kept recording. "F-Fuck..."
She pulled back just slightly, a thin trail of spit still connecting her lips to the tip of his cock.
"What?" she said with a mocking smile. "You really are a disgusting man—letting soone tied up like suck and lick your cock freely... and you actually enjoy it."
Mira licked her lips slowly, a trail of spit still clinging to her chin. Her breathing was heavy, erratic—yet her mouth moved again, wrapping around Karl’s cock with eager, wet intensity.
Slrrkk... slrp... slrrppp...
Karl watched with a grin, his phone steady in one hand, recording every second. There was sothing twistedly satisfying about seeing soone who hated him being forced to act this way—believing it was normal, even right.
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