Common Sense Hijack System

Karl was totally vibing with the hype as he scrolled through the freshly updated panel. Leveling up gave him a sense of accomplishment, but also stirred his curiosity about what was to come.

"Okay, let's see what new goodies I've scored," he muttered, squinting at the screen.

"Wow, this just keeps getting more lit," he exclaimed, rubbing his hands in joy.

The potential to create more exciting scenarios was hella tantalizing. He could manipulate a small group of people to reveal secrets or unleash emotions in a more focused way.

"Imagine the possibilities," he said with a mischievous smile. "I could unite people, stir up chaos, or even help them with their issues while having a blast."

Karl's thoughts drifted back to the group he had just hijacked. He felt a twinge of guilt mixed with excitement.

As he savored the chaos, he also wondered if he had gone too far. However, the warmth of their connection in that brief moment made him feel justified. They had shared a burden; maybe it wasn't entirely bad.

Suddenly, a notification interrupted his reverie.

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[ New Quest Available! ]

[ Artistic Desire ]

- Target: Your Neighbor (Mrs. Thompson).

- Objective: Get her to spill her secret passion for poetry to you at your next encounter.

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"This quest is getting more detailed now," he remarked.

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[ DING ]

[ Quests with a 'Target' will only impact the specified target ]

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"Wait, so the common sense hijack earlier only affected folks in this apartment building?" Karl was slightly shocked.

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[ Correct, Quests will become more detailed. The Hijack Points and XP obtained will increase ]

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"Sweet deal, but this is kinda tough, but why now?"

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[ Host has leveled up to level 2 ]

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"Hehee... no problem..." Karl smiled happily, "Yeah... it's getting close, ugh.. My Julia.." Karl felt his manhood stiffen at the thought of Julia. But,

"Mrs. Thompson?" he exclaimed, surprised. The middle-aged woman from the second floor was known for her strict demeanor and constant complaints about noise.

"She's clearly not the type to spill secrets easily, but that just makes this more intriguing," Karl said with a mischievous smile.

He decided to prepare for the quest. Karl grabbed his notebook and jotted down some ideas on how he could approach her without raising suspicion.

The last thing he wanted was to freak out Mrs. Thompson or make her think he was up to something evil.

After a few minutes, he formulated a plan. He would coincidentally run into her when she was taking out the trash. It was the perfect opportunity to start a conversation and steer it towards her hidden passion.

The next day, Karl stood near the trash area, pretending to be interested in various waste management methods. He had been waiting for Mrs. Thompson for almost twenty minutes when he finally saw her coming out of her apartment.

Taking a deep breath, he forced a friendly smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mrs. Thompson!" Karl greeted cheerfully.

She stared at him, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Good morning, Karl. What are you doing here?"

"Just checking out recycling options," he said, pointing to the trash area. "You know, trying to be eco-friendly and all that."

"Is that so?" she replied, her tone still skeptical but slightly softened by Karl's cheerful demeanor. "I suppose that's commendable."

Karl seized the opportunity. "You know, I was reading an interesting article about the environmental impact of poetry readings. Did you know that some people believe poetry can change the world?"

Her brow furrowed, her curiosity momentarily overriding her usual annoyance. "I don't see how that could be true."

"Really? Poetry is a powerful form of expression. It can convey emotions in ways regular conversation can't. Haven't you ever been inspired by words?"

Mrs. Thompson hesitated, her walls slowly crumbling. "I... well, I have dabbled in writing poetry a bit. But it's nothing serious. Just silly verses."

"See! That's the spirit!" Karl encouraged, moving closer. "I'd love to hear your work someday. I'm sure it's amazing!"

Mrs. Thompson blushed, and Karl could sense she was getting closer to her goal.

"I'm not sure... I never really share that side of me with anyone," she mumbled, averting her gaze.

"That's why you should! Everyone deserves to express themselves, and who knows, you might inspire someone!" Karl exclaimed.

At that moment, on a panel only visible to Karl, he had set up a new common sense for Mrs. Thompson, he hit enter as if shooing a fly away.

[ Common Sense Hijack System ]

- Common Sense: It's totally normal to share personal artistic passions with neighbors.

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[ Hijack Success ]

- Duration: 00:10:00

Karl couldn't hide his smile as he saw the change in Mrs. Thompson's demeanor. The tough walls she had built around herself were slowly crumbling.

"I... maybe just one small poem," she said, a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

"Yes! Just one! That's all I need," he replied, almost unable to contain his excitement.

She glanced around as if checking if anyone else was listening, then whispered, "Okay, but just this once. I wrote this one about autumn."

As she recited her poem, Karl was impressed by the depth of emotion and vivid imagery in her words.

Clearly, she had a talent that she had hidden for too long, besides her big chest and booty, Mrs. Thompson's potential in the art was also huge.

"Wow, that was beautiful!" Karl exclaimed sincerely, applauding.

"You truly have a gift, Mrs. Thompson! You should consider sharing it with others. There are local poetry competitions and open mic nights—"

"I couldn't possibly," she interjected, her cheeks flushing.

"Why not? You have a voice worth hearing!"

As they continued to talk, the once annoying neighbor seemed more open and happy than Karl had ever seen her.

Karl was ecstatic. This was what he wanted – to know everything, to let lost all boundaries, and make Karl more powerful because held their secret.

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[ Quest Completed ]

- 300 Hijack Points, 80 XP

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"Another successful quest!" he thought, feeling the satisfaction flow through him.

As Mrs. Thompson finished, she looked more relaxed and content than Karl had ever seen her.

"Thank you, Karl. I never thought I'd share that with anyone," she admitted, a shy smile appearing.

"Every now and then! And remember, poetry is always waiting to be expressed," he said, feeling like he had achieved something important.

After their conversation, Karl returned to his apartment, feeling excited. Each hijack was not just about points or experience; it was about the connections he formed, the lives he touched, and the soft cushions in the lives of modern Milfs with beauty that won't crumble, also he will touch too.

The world around him felt a little brighter, a little more alive, and his naughty thoughts were piling up.

Karl's smile widened. "I think I'm starting to like this more than I thought."

This time, instead of just scrolling through his panel, he pondered the next step in this evolving game.

"What can I do next?" he asked himself, excited to delve deeper into the boundless potential of the Common Sense Hijack System.

And with that thought, Karl prepared himself for the next adventure, knowing that the time to give full-on love to the Milfs was drawing near.

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[ DING ]

[ Common Sense Hijack System ]

[ Name]: Karl - Store Clerk

[ Level]: 2

[ Title]: Novice Hijacker

[ XP]: 120/300

[ HP (Hijack Points)]: 510