Common Sense Altering System

Milady clenched her fist slowly, the crease on her forehead getting deeper. "This shit don’t make sense. He only got that System two days ago. No way he leveled up that fast to the point he can straight-up block my mind control."

Ray nodded in agreement, still thinking about how cold Karl’s eyes looked earlier. "Yeah... the change is crazy. The Karl I know is a complete dumbass who only cares about whey protein and gains. But just now? His aura was pure mafia boss energy."

They both went quiet for a moment, watching the park get even emptier. Then the conversation shifted to the more important stuff.

"For real though..." Ray squinted, "who the hell even made that trashy slot machine? Why the fuck does it keep spitting out these weird-ass Core Systems?"

"I don’t know either," Milady replied, annoyed. "I already dug everywhere, ripped through historical archives, even studied old supernatural stories from every continent. Still nothing."

Ray chuckled and shook his head. "Damn... you’re really dedicated. What a good little girl."

Smack!

Milady immediately pinched Ray’s side hard as hell with zero mercy. "Ow! Fuck, that hurt!" Ray winced while laughing a little, holding the red mark on his waist.

Seeing Milady still pouting, a stupid thought suddenly popped into Ray’s head. ’If this girl wasn’t a sadistic psycho... I’d have made her my wife already.’

SMACK!

A hard slap landed right on Ray’s cheek, snapping his head to the side. He quickly realized how dumb he was—he forgot the girl next to him could read his mind whenever she wanted.

Instead of blushing or acting cute like a normal girl who just got thought about like that, Milady just stared at him with pure disgust and irritation.

"Your brain is fucking disgusting," Milady scoffed coldly. "Remember your place, Ray. You’re just a slave, and I’m your Master. My level is way higher than trash like you."

Ray rubbed his burning cheek, but instead of being scared, his mind drifted back to something that happened a while ago. That intimate moment when he tried to act playful and dominant, only for the whole situation to completely flip—Milady took full control, forcing Ray to pleasure her with his tongue on the floor, straight-up like a obedient dog.

Milady, who caught that memory in Ray’s head again, just narrowed her eyes and gave him the sharpest kill-look possible. "Think about weird shit one more time... and I’ll cut your tongue off for real."

"Mercy, mercy! Never again!" Ray raised both hands in the air, trying to calm down Milady’s murder stare. Even though his lips were still twisted from the pain on his red cheek, the corner of his mouth still curled into a tiny grin.

No matter how crazy and sadistic the woman next to him was, Ray couldn’t deny one thing: Milady was actually badass.

"But for real though," Ray spoke up again, pulling his thick jacket tighter as the evening wind got stronger. "I gotta admit you’re crazy good. Smart as hell, elite at hacking, can control people’s minds, plus your body... even though you’re not tall, you can still make people think you’re some soft delicate girl. You’re the complete package of the most efficient psycho I’ve ever met."

Milady just snorted lightly, fixing her hair that got blown by the wind without looking at Ray. "You don’t need to sweet-talk me just to lighten the mood, Ray. That shit ain’t gonna work."

"I’m not kissing your ass, damn. I’m being honest," Ray replied casually, resting his head against the almost-rotting wooden bench. "If Core Systems could be traded or transferred, I’d switch with you in a heartbeat."

"Why? You think your System is trash?" Milady shot back coldly.

"Not trash, just complicated as fuck!" Ray complained, frustrated. "My Common Sense Altering System has way too much bureaucracy. I gotta type specific text in the panel first, set the area scale, then wait for the reality rewrite confirmation to go through. You? Just snap your fingers or stare someone in the eyes and they instantly become a zombie. Way more practical for surviving."

Milady slowly turned, looking at Ray with that signature condescending stare. "That’s because your brain got overwhelmed from getting instant power. Your System has the potential to completely scramble the foundation of reality, but it’s stuck in the hands of an idiot who only cares about points and girls."

"Damn, always roasting me," Ray muttered, even though deep down he knew she was right.

In the middle of all the pressure and constant death threats, Ray felt like his relationship with Milady was truly absurd. They weren’t a couple, weren’t friends, and definitely weren’t allies who trusted each other. Their bond was locked by a toxic Master-slave hierarchy, built purely on mutual use. But weirdly, in the middle of a world starting to fall apart because of the Global Alter phenomenon, Milady was the only person who truly understood Ray’s position. Only this psycho woman knew the crazy burden and secrets he was carrying.

Milady suddenly stood up from the bench, brushing the dust off the back of her skirt. "You talk too much. Let’s go, this place isn’t safe anymore thanks to Karl earlier."

Ray stood up too, adjusting his mask while watching Milady’s figure walk ahead of him. She moved gracefully, firm, and without a single ounce of hesitation—like the whole world was right under her feet.

’Crazy as hell, but damn she’s cool,’ Ray thought again, making sure this time his mind didn’t drift into anything dirty so his cheek wouldn’t get slapped a second time.

"Hold up! Where we even going now?" Ray called out while speeding up to match Milady’s pace.

Milady didn’t stop walking, only glanced slightly from the corner of her eye. "I’m going home. You coming?"

"Huh?" Ray’s eyes went wide, stopping dead in his tracks. "Hell no! I’m going back to my place too!"

"Cool then," Milady replied casually, continuing toward the main road. "I need to focus on plotting our next entertainment. Already got a few good ideas in my head."

Hearing the word "entertainment," Ray’s throat suddenly went dry. That thin smile on Milady’s face meant there was about to be some new insanity way more absurd than people just twerking when they get mad. Ray could only grimace imagining what kind of chaos was coming next.

Suddenly, Milady stopped. She turned around and walked toward Ray, who instinctively took a step back. Without looking away from those sexy but deadly eyes, her slender hand slid up Ray’s chest, then slowly traveled down and stopped right on the zipper of his jeans.

Milady held the zipper gently, played with it for a second, then rose onto her tiptoes. She leaned in close to Ray’s ear, letting her warm breath brush against his neck.

"You’re disgusting, Ray..." she whispered in a low, teasing tone, "but I’ll admit it... your tongue really did satisfy me back then."

Before Ray could respond or even breathe properly, Milady flicked the zipper lightly, let go, then turned around and just walked off while waving without looking back.

Ray stood frozen in place. That thin smile and hot whisper were still ringing clear in his head. The worst part was his body refused to cooperate—his dick suddenly got rock hard and strained uncontrollably in his pants.

"Fuck..." Ray muttered under his breath, his face burning red behind the mask. "This girl is a real fucking demon!"

Slightly bent over to hide the increasingly obvious bulge, Ray quickly turned around and half-jogged to find a taxi so he could get back to his apartment ASAP.

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Ray rushed down the hallway of his apartment, walking fast while still a little hunched over to hide the bulge in his pants that still hadn’t gone down thanks to Milady’s demon teasing earlier.

But the second he got a few meters from his unit door, his steps completely stopped.

Standing next to his door was a very familiar figure. Sonya. That exotic dark-skinned woman with a well-maintained, curvy body was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Her face was full of anxiety and barely-contained anger.

The moment she saw Ray, Sonya immediately stood straight and stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"Ray!" Sonya called out with a shaky voice.

"Sonya? What... are you doing here?" Ray sighed in frustration, roughly wiping his face behind the mask. Just earlier today they met at the city park and Ray already tried to end their ambiguous relationship by asking for a "break" because his life was a mess right now.

"I need clarity, Ray," Sonya cut him off quickly, her eyes locked sharp onto his. "This afternoon you just said some random shit then left. Your excuse didn’t make any sense to me! Tell me the real reason why you suddenly asked for a break!"

A few apartment residents walking through the hallway started glancing at them with suspicious looks. Ray grimaced—he really didn’t need any new drama that could attract media attention or random people around him.

Letting out a long, heavy breath, Ray pulled out his keycard.

"Don’t make a scene in the hallway," Ray muttered quietly while tapping the card against the door handle. "Come inside first."

Sonya had just stepped inside the apartment unit when Ray shut the door a little harder than usual. The air inside immediately felt thick.

"Ray, I’m deadass serious!" Sonya started up again, her voice jumping a few octaves. "You can’t just say ’I need a break’ and then bounce like that! I’ve been waiting here since this afternoon, my head’s fucked up! Tell me the real reason!"

Ray roughly wiped his face. His head was already spinning, but down below his dick was still rock hard from Milady’s whispers and touches earlier. Every time Sonya talked, his pants just got tighter. He was pissed, hungry, tired, but the worst part right now was the horniness that refused to go away.

Sonya stepped closer, her eyes starting to get glassy. "Was our relationship... just a joke to you? Am I just a toy? Does Ray not even lo—"

She didn’t get to finish.

Ray suddenly stepped forward, yanking Sonya into a rough hug. Both of his hands locked around her waist, pressing their bodies tight until she could feel the hard bulge in his pants digging into her stomach.

Ray’s breathing was all over the place. "I... love you, Sonya," he hissed right by her ear, voice rough and unsteady. "I’d have to be crazy if you think I was just playing."

That was complete bullshit. Ray knew it. But in that second he didn’t give a fuck.

Sonya froze for a split second, then her hands shot up and ripped the black mask still hanging off Ray’s chin. The mask hit the floor. In the next second their mouths crashed together.

The kiss wasn’t soft. Wasn’t sweet. It was straight-up wet, hungry, and messy.

Sonya lightly bit Ray’s bottom lip before matching his intensity. Her hands dropped, grabbing his ass hard and pulling him even closer. Ray groaned into the kiss, his hands rising to squeeze her ass right back, fingers digging into the tight fabric of her pants until it almost tore.

They stumbled backward until Sonya’s back hit the wall by the door. Ray pressed into her harder, grinding his already stiff dick against her inner thigh while kissing her like a starved man.

Sonya sucked in a rough breath when their lips finally broke for a second. Her eyes were still wet, but now it was a messy mix of anger, confusion, and pure lust. "Ray... you—"

Ray didn’t give her a chance to talk. He kissed her again, more aggressive, tongue pushing deep while one hand climbed up and groped her chest over her shirt. Their bodies rubbed against each other, both of them breathing harder, the wet sound of the kissing filling the tight space by the entrance.

The situation right by the apartment door was already far past "civilized."

Sonya didn’t give Ray time to think.

Her hands shot up roughly, yanking the zipper of Ray’s hoodie with enough force that it caught him off guard. The hoodie came straight off his body, and because she pulled so hard, the shirt underneath got caught and peeled off with it. The small sling bag with his basic streaming gear got tangled in the hoodie sleeve and crashed to the floor in a messy pile of fabric.

Ray froze for a second, his bare chest rising and falling from the still-ragged breathing. He quickly bent down, scooped up the hoodie, shirt, and bag, then just tossed them onto the floor near the couch.

"You’re crazy as hell..." Ray muttered, but his eyes had already gone dark. He didn’t wait anymore. His hands went straight for the collar of Sonya’s shirt and yanked it down hard, forcing the buttons open one by one until her chest was fully exposed.

"I’m not the type of guy who just sits there quiet when someone challenges me like that," Ray hissed, voice rough, almost tearing her shirt the rest of the way. "You started this, Sonya."

Sonya just gave a thin smile, eyes still wet but full of challenge. Her hand dropped fast, roughly squeezing Ray’s dick through his jeans, then her fingers slid lower. She gently cupped and squeezed his balls through the fabric, massaging them with just the right teasing pressure.

"Get ready then, smartass," Sonya whispered right against Ray’s ear, voice husky and full of lust. "I’m not holding back tonight."

Ray let out a low growl, one hand still groping her chest while the other started undoing the button of her pants. The space right by the apartment entrance had fully turned into a wet, aggressive back-and-forth fight.

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