Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 68: Dirty Move

Eric chuckled softly, then began loosening his belt. The scent of expensive cologne and the heat radiating from his body started to fill the room.

Karl glanced around, his eyes catching sight of a coil of rope and a folding chair in the corner. His heart was pounding, but his face remained calm. He quickly pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and opened the Common Sense Manipulation App.

He navigated to the Manipulation Hub and began typing:

> "Tying someone up is a form of respect—a way to acknowledge that the person being tied holds a higher status."

Karl made several typos—his fingers were trembling, slick with sweat. But eventually, he got it right and hit [Start].

The screen flickered briefly.

Eric, who was in the middle of unzipping his pants, suddenly froze.

He stood still for a moment... then turned to Mira with a completely different expression on his face—like he had just realized something profound.

"Dear God..." Eric murmured. "I... I’ve been such a fool. Tying up this dumb woman... acting like I’m honoring her. When in reality, she’s just going to end up as my cum pot."

"The fuck? Are you stupid? You perverted freak!" Mira shouted, thrashing against the ropes.

Karl held his breath. Just as Eric reached to undo her bindings—

I can’t let this spiral out of control. Everything needs to stay in my hands, Karl thought.

"Eric... I just realized something. I forgot to tie you up. Hahaha... I’m sorry, man. I forgot to show you proper respect and acknowledge that you’re way above me."

Karl chuckled.

Mira furrowed her brows, confused by what the hell was happening. All this bizarre talk about "binding as respect," and Eric’s sudden shift from horny predator to reverent monk—it was making her dizzy.

"What the hell is going on...?" she muttered, half terrified, half disgusted.

Karl took a deep breath, then walked over to grab the folding chair and the rope. His hands trembled, but his eyes burned with a strange determination. He patted Eric on the shoulder, who now smiled serenely like he’d just finished a yoga retreat.

"Let’s go to the living room, bro. I haven’t had the chance to... you know, truly honor you," Karl said, trying to sound casual.

Eric nodded slowly, as if he’d just won a Nobel Peace Prize.

"I’m touched, man. I didn’t know you saw me as someone that great..."

The two of them walked to the living room, leaving Mira still tied to the chair, spitting curses now that Eric had removed the pair of underwear that had been gagging her moments earlier.

"Fucking psychos... both of them act like they’re high on spiritual meth..." she muttered.

In the living room, Karl wasted no time.

Eric sat down immediately, as if resisting the act wasn’t even an option. His arms spread wide, waiting to be bound.

Karl swallowed hard.

"I... I’m gonna start now," he said quietly.

Eric smiled. "Go ahead, brother. I didn’t think you’d respect me this much, even though we just met."

Karl began tying Eric’s wrists to the back of the chair. Cold sweat ran down his temple.

This is insane... but if it’s the only way to keep control... then I’ll have to stay the most rational man in a world that’s gone mad.

Suddenly, Mira’s voice rang from the other room—loud and pissed off.

"You two are fucking lunatics!"

Karl let out a long sigh and looked at Eric, who now sat with a content smile on his face, tightly bound to the chair.

"Wait a minute," Karl said to Eric calmly.

Without further explanation, he turned and walked back into the room where Mira was still tied. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes burned with a mix of anger and exhaustion. Karl bent down and picked up the pair of panties that had previously been stuffed into her mouth.

"Youth like you still have a chance to change!" Mira suddenly cried out, her voice shaking with emotion. "Please—let me help you! You don’t have to be part of this disgusting spiral that will ruin your future!"

Karl didn’t even flinch. He didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked back toward the living room, his grip tightening around the piece of underwear in his hand.

The Manipulation App was still running. The logic it imposed still warped the air around them like heat waves. Eric sat there, completely relaxed in his bindings, as if he were receiving a royal treatment.

Karl approached slowly, a cold smile creeping onto his face. His right hand stayed behind his back, hiding the underwear, fingers curling tightly around it.

When he stood directly in front of Eric, he leaned in slightly.

Eric smiled wide. "What you doing, brother?"

CRACK!

"ARGGHHHH—!"

Karl stomped down on Eric’s foot with full force. A loud crack echoed in the room as Eric screamed in pain.

Before Eric could react any further, Karl shoved the pair of panties deep into his mouth.

"MMPH—!!"

"Shut the fuck up," Karl muttered.

He pushed the cloth in even deeper with two fingers, making sure it was impossible to spit out.

Karl stood back, breathing hard, glaring down at the bound man.

"This is what you get," he said. "Consider it your goddamn award ceremony."

Eric let out a muffled grunt.

From the other room, Mira yelled out again, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SOUND?! YOU BOTH GAY COUPLE, HUH?"

Karl didn’t pay her any mind.

He lifted his phone again, stared at the screen for a moment, and spoke softly,

"And... stop."

His thumb pressed the [Stop] button.

In an instant, Eric’s eyes widened—his awareness snapped back like a rubber band. His muscles tensed, and the previously calm, satisfied expression on his face twisted into pure panic.

"MMPHHHH!!" Eric screamed, the sound muffled by the panties still stuffed in his mouth.

He thrashed violently, his body jerking in the chair. His eyes were filled with terror, like he had just realized he was truly bound... and completely betrayed.

Karl stared at him for a moment, expression blank. Then he turned away.

With casual steps, Karl made his way to the room where Mira was still tied up. His face shifted slightly—a crooked grin began to form on his lips.

"That MILF..." he muttered, eyeing Mira from head to toe, "...nice and juicy. Fuck, I’m getting hard. And this whole situation’s turning me on even more, hahahha..."

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