Common Sense Altering System

Ray slowly pushed himself up from his knees. His legs were all pins and needles, but he still yanked his jeans up, buttoned them, then wiped his mouth and chin—still wet as hell—with the sleeve of his shirt. Felt nasty sticky. He didn’t dare look at Milady’s face yet.

Milady moved too. She pulled a tissue from her little bag and wiped her pussy, still twitching and soaked. Fast, neat, but a little rough. The tiny stall reeked now—mix of fluids, sweat, and cheap toilet soap. The air felt heavy as fuck.

Neither of them said a word. Just the sound of tissue scraping and a zipper being yanked shut. No talking. No eye contact. After a few seconds Milady tossed the tissue in the trash, straightened her blouse, and shoved the stall door open without waiting for him.

Ray followed. They washed their hands side by side at the sink, still dead silent. Then they walked straight out of the bathroom into the mall crowd that was still pretty packed even though it was late.

Outside, Ray’s "common sense alter" timer was still running. He could see the little panel only he could see. Time left: 4 minutes 12 seconds. Still had a little control over the people around him, including Milady. But it was cutting it real close.

Milady walked next to him, face still sour, lips twisted, hands shoved in her pockets. Not a word. Ray stayed quiet too. The whole vibe was awkward as hell, like two people who’d just done some shit they weren’t supposed to.

When they hit a quieter hallway, Milady suddenly spoke up, voice cold like always.

"You should be saying thank you," she said without looking at him. "Getting to eat my pussy like that. Not every guy gets that chance."

Ray’s head snapped toward her, eyebrow up. "The fuck? Thank *you*? You’re the one who should be saying thanks. You’re lucky as hell a guy like me even licked you. I don’t usually do that shit so easy."

Milady stopped for a second, turned, and gave him a cold-ass look. "A guy like you? The one on his knees on a dirty bathroom floor with his dick hard as a rock?"

"And? You were dripping so much it ran down my chin. Don’t act like you weren’t into it."

They started bickering right there in the middle of the walkway. Quiet but sharp, throwing shade back and forth. A few people glanced over as they passed, but nobody stopped. Ray could feel the panel in his eye ticking down.

3 minutes... 2 minutes... 1 minute...

Then the number hit zero.

Alter duration over.

At the exact same time they reached the mall exit. Night air hit them right away. Ray still had time to think, *That was weird as fuck... but kinda hot too. Didn’t think I’d end up doing that with a cold bitch like her.*

Milady suddenly let out a little laugh. Soft, but clear.

"So you *did* enjoy it, huh?" she said with that crooked smile. "Told you already, just say thank you."

Ray froze. He got it. The alter was gone. Milady could read his mind again.

He grumbled in his head.

’Tch... so you can read my thoughts again, huh.’

He glanced at Milady, who was still smirking. "So you really couldn’t read my mind while the alter was active."

Milady raised one eyebrow, then nodded slowly. "Hmm. Looks like the dog’s smarter than I thought. Figured you only knew how to lick."

Ray gave her a sarcastic grin. "You’re pretty good at acting cold too, even though your thighs were shaking earlier."

"Shaking because I was disgusted," Milady shot back fast.

"Disgusted? Then who the fuck was leaking into my mouth?"

They kept roasting each other, quiet but sharp, while they walked. But it didn’t last long before both of them noticed. A few people passing by were staring at them weird. Some wrinkled their noses, some straight-up covered their noses with their hands, some even sped up and glanced back.

That’s when it hit them.

They stank.

Bad.

Especially Ray. His mouth still faintly reeked of Milady’s juices, chin sticky, shirt a little damp on the chest, plus the smell of the cum that leaked out a bit while he was on his knees earlier. A nasty mix the night air couldn’t hide.

Milady took half a step back, face twisting between disgust and embarrassment. Ray scratched the back of his neck, face going red.

"Alright already," Ray said quick, trying to end it. "You already saw me do the daily—"

His eyes suddenly went wide.

He stopped dead in the middle of the walkway.

’Daily mission... failed?’

He quickly opened the system in his head. A transparent panel appeared. He asked in his mind.

"Why didn’t it work?"

The system’s answer came out cold:

[Although Host squeezed the target’s breasts and performed the lewd acts as typed in the Alter Building column, the second target was completely unaffected by Alter Building.]

Ray growled under his breath. "Fuck..."

Milady couldn’t see the system panel, but she could read his thoughts. She let out a quiet little laugh, clearly mocking him.

"Hahaha... failed, huh? Go do it again then." She waved her hand like she was shooing him away. "We’re splitting here. Don’t forget tonight there has to be a fireworks show. Use that global alter of yours. Be a good little dog."

Without waiting for an answer, Milady turned and walked off, hands still in her pockets, steps casual like nothing had just happened.

Ray stood frozen in the middle of the hallway that was starting to get busier. People walked past, some still giving him weird looks. The cum smell was still stuck to his clothes, his skin, even the mask he was luckily still wearing. At least his face was half covered.

But worse than that, he was still horny. His dick hadn’t fully gone down, still twitching a little inside his pants. Ray let out a quiet groan behind the mask.

In the end he was forced to open the Alter Building feature again on his common sense altering system.

Ray grumbled. "Fuck... points wasted again." Even though he still had plenty left, it still pissed him off. He thought to himself, ’What the hell am I even doing?’

But he was already in too deep. So he typed fast in the Alter Building box:

’The way to act friendly is by smacking someone on the ass.’

Then hit Confirm.

The effect kicked in right away.

On the way out of the mall, Ray slapped the asses of two thick girls who walked in front of him. The first one jumped in surprise, the second one spun around with a red face. A few people who saw it started staring weird again. Ray could only give a stiff smile behind his mask while walking faster.

He was embarrassed as hell.

Once he finally got out of the mall, Ray ordered an online taxi right away. Luckily the driver didn’t make a big deal. Even though the guy wrinkled his nose a little when Ray got in, he didn’t say anything. The whole ride stayed quiet.

When they reached the apartment, Ray got out and went straight inside. The door shut behind him. He stood in the middle of the living room, looking around.

The place was decent. Clean, comfortable, cold AC, soft couch. But behind all that, he knew there were Federal agent CCTV cameras somewhere—he just didn’t know where. Every corner could be recording.

Ray let out a long breath, then walked straight into the bathroom.

Long shower. Hot water running, soap, shampoo, he scrubbed his body until it was almost red. Trying to wash off every bit of that smell from earlier.

After the shower he had just changed into a plain T-shirt and shorts when his WhatsApp buzzed.

Sonya.

Ray opened the chat. It was full of sweet, loving words from the thick, brown-skinned older woman saying she wanted to drop by his apartment later tonight. The tone was warm, teasing, clearly wanting more than just talking.

Ray stared at the screen for a while. His fingers hesitated.

’Fuck... I’m already being tapped.’

It made him feel uneasy. Even as he started typing a reply, his mind kept spinning. On top of that, the thought of Julia popped up again—that brown-skinned slut who was definitely still holding a grudge and would get payback today.

Ray sighed heavily, fingers still hovering over the keyboard.

Suddenly the apartment doorbell rang.

’Ding... ding...’.

He furrowed his brow. "Who the fuck is it now?"

Sonya said she’d swing by later tonight, not this early.

Ray walked slow to the door, steps real careful. He didn’t open it right away. Instead he pressed his eye right up against the peephole.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ray’s eyes narrowed, then he let out a low growl behind the door.

"Fuck..."

Julia, that tan-skinned slut, was already standing there with a sad-ass look on her face, ready to run her plan.