Chapter 44: PsychoDirt Act 01: Friendly Gesture
Caleb drew a slow breath behind his mask, eyes narrowing for a moment at Sophia’s phone screen showing the recording.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said flatly, his voice pressed down to stay steady. "Maybe your CCTV glitched. Or you just remembered wrong."
Sophia just scoffed, her gaze too calm, too certain. "Don’t try to mess with me, Caleb. I might look like some useless shopkeeper, but I’ve lived in the dark way longer than you have."
Caleb stayed silent, heart thudding hard, but his face stayed rigid.
Sophia crossed her arms, her voice dropping colder.
"But don’t worry. I’m not gonna get involved. You’re Melissa’s kid... and for your late mother’s sake, I still owe her respect."
The words stabbed deep in Caleb’s head. Again. Once again, his mother’s name turned into his shield.
Sophia held his gaze for a moment longer, then her lips curved into something half-mocking.
"Just one thing, Caleb. I hope the rumor I heard is wrong... that you don’t go around grabbing women’s asses."
Caleb froze. Heat flared back in his chest.
Why did everything always circle back to his mother? Why did everyone only see Melissa’s shadow, never him?
His fists tightened. He stood, grabbed his bag, and walked out without a glance back.
The smell of flowers and cinnamon in the shop suddenly felt suffocating.
Cold air bit at his face outside. Caleb moved fast, his head burning, his thoughts sharpening like blades.
Sophia, Lucy, all of them. It felt like the whole world never stopped tightening a rope around his neck.
But right now, his focus was locked on one name: Mona.
The city streets still bustled, but on his system screen, a red dot blinked—Mona’s location. Caleb hurried toward it, his stride stretching longer, faster.
Mona was still live. Earbuds in, phone raised high, that sweet smile plastered on for thousands of viewers. But sweat dripped down her face, her breathing heavy. Jogging through a narrow alley, the streetlights dim overhead.
"Alright guys, I’m calling it here. Stream ends now..." Her voice came bright and cheery on the broadcast, but from Caleb’s distance, it sounded like the perfect closing line.
An empty alley. End of the stream. Perfect timing.
Caleb pressed himself against the wall, just a few meters away. The system’s timer ticked down, but his tension sharpened into cold focus.
He pulled up Hijack Hub. A glowing virtual keyboard hovered in front of his eyes.
[The way to show friendliness is by licking other crotch.]
With Mona’s personality in mind, Caleb whipped up an instant command—one that only made him hornier.
His eyes narrowed, lips pulling into a stiff grin.
Up ahead, Mona crouched down to fix her shoelaces. Her head was lowered, hair spilling to the side. Pure coincidence, but the kind that made Caleb’s heartbeat pound even harder.
His fists clenched. This was it.
Caleb stepped forward. "Hey, you’re Mona, right? We met back at Torkside Square," he greeted smoothly.
"You?" Mona looked up, and at that exact momentHe pulled out his cock, already knowing Mona still remembered him as that guy who wanted to be an influencer.
Slrrp... Mona immediately licked Caleb’s dick without hesitation.
"Oh, so... you gonna upload content yet? I still remem—slrrpp..." She licked again like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Caleb pulled out his phone, switched on the front camera, and started recording.
"Ahh... not yet, but I’ve got some weird ideas, ahaha..." he laughed behind his mask.
"Weird ideas like what?" Mona’s tongue paused, her head tilted up like a dog waiting for food from its master.
"I want to talk about criminal cases," Caleb muttered quietly.
Slrrppp... Mona dragged her tongue from the base of Caleb’s cock up to the tip, then asked,
"What’s up with you? You sound exhausted. Just came back from jogging?"
Her wet tongue and sticky saliva made Caleb groan softly.
"You recording this?" Mona stopped licking again.
"Ah... no, I’m just embarrassed looking at your face." Caleb clenched his teeth, fighting the soft touch of her tongue.
"Embarrassed? Hahaha—slrrppp..." She licked while laughing.
"You’re funny," she said, before going back to sucking him off.
...
Nine minutes passed before Caleb finally stopped, cutting it off before the Hijack’s effect wore out. He waved her off with some excuse about rushing to make content. Walking away quickly, his body still throbbed with leftover arousal, Mona’s spit soaking into his underwear.
"Fuckkk... I hope it lasts..." he muttered under his breath.
Not long after he enjoyed the wet massage of a woman’s tongue stroking the skin of his cock,
a sharp notification sound rang inside his head.
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed]
[Reward: +60 Exp. +1 Hijack Point.]
Before the glow even faded, another flash exploded in his vision.
[Level Up!]
Current Level: 3
New Feature Unlocked → Hijack Duration (Single Target).
Now you can decide how long the hijack command will stick to one target.
Caleb froze for a moment, breathing heavy behind his mask.
The corner of his lips slowly curved up.
"Finally... I don’t need to keep typing and rushing my thoughts anymore. Fuck yeah, I can even nut on the next target hahahaha."
But the System wasn’t done. More text scrolled coldly before his eyes:
[Progress Notification:]
Reach Level 5 to unlock Multi-Target Hijack.
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Caleb’s heartbeat pounded harder. Longer control now. Multiple people later.
The fire in his chest twisted into a sharp burning ember.
He leaned back against the wall, staring at the red timer still ticking at the edge of his vision.
"Level three is already like this... level five’s gonna be insane."
Caleb wiped his palms against his pants, forcing his heartbeat to steady. The system’s red glow finally faded from the corner of his vision. Without another word, he turned and made his way back through the streets.
When he pushed the flower shop’s door open again, the bell chimed softly overhead. The familiar scent of lilies and cinnamon wrapped around him, faintly nauseating.
Sophia looked up from behind the counter, sharp eyes narrowing. "Back already?" she asked flatly. "Where’d you go?"
Caleb didn’t flinch. His answer came smooth, practiced. "Met up with a friend. Just needed to clear my head."
Sophia studied him for a moment, arms still folded. "...And now?"
"Now I’m heading back to Lucy’s place," Caleb replied, adjusting the strap of his bag. "Didn’t plan on staying out long anyway."
For a second, the air between them was still—her stare weighing, his expression unreadable behind the mask. Then Sophia simply clicked her tongue, looking away.
"Tch. Fine. Don’t drag trouble back here."
Caleb’s lips curved faintly beneath the mask as he turned toward the shelves, retrieving the bag he’d left behind earlier. He slung it over his shoulder, the leather creaking faintly, and stepped toward the door once more.
Caleb sank into Lucy’s sofa, the cushions sinking under his weight. For the first time that night, he let his body loosen, mask tugged down around his neck.
The glow of his phone lit up his face as he set up a brand-new Dudugram account. Blank profile, zero followers, just another faceless handle in the crowd.
He searched her name.
@MonaLiveOfficial. Verified. Smiling in every picture, comments filled with worship and noise.
Caleb’s lips curled faintly. His thumbs tapped.
Hi there. Thanks for the... friendly lick.
He hit send, the message sliding into her inbox.
Only he knew what the words meant. Only he knew how broken her "common sense" had been minutes ago.
Leaning back against the sofa, Caleb let out a low chuckle.The game was just beginning.
The spoon slipped from Mona’s hand, clattering against the bowl.
"—Khhk!" She coughed violently, nearly choking on the rice.
"Mona? Are you alright?" her grandmother’s worried voice came from across the table.
"I-I’m fine, Nana." Mona forced a shaky smile, wiping her lips quickly. "Just... swallowed wrong."
Her phone buzzed again in her palm. Her heart hammered. She muttered something about needing water, stood up too fast, and hurried upstairs. The bedroom door clicked shut behind her.
Hands trembling, she unlocked the screen. The message burned in her inbox:
Hi there. Thanks for the... friendly gesture.
Mona’s face paled. "What the hell is this...?" she whispered, pacing. "No... that can’t be real. Was that... a deepfake?"
Her fingers flew across the keyboard:
What is this? A deepfake? Some kind of sick joke?
The typing bubble appeared instantly.
Deepfake? Don’t you see it?
Mona froze, the air leaving her lungs.
Mona’s fingers trembled as she typed, panic spilling into every keystroke:
Delete it. Whatever that is—delete it now.
The reply came almost instantly.
Delete it? Hell nah. This is the best keepsake I’ve ever had.
Her heart skipped. Her throat went dry.
Who are you?
Caleb’s grin spread behind the mask as his thumbs moved.
Your No. 1 victim.
Mona’s eyes widened. She typed fast, desperate:
Don’t joke about that...
But Caleb didn’t waste another word. His thoughts sharpened like knives, and his next message landed cold and direct:
Let’s skip the small talk. Get off social media for one year. No streams, no posts. If you don’t... that video goes public.
Mona’s breath caught, her back pressing against the bedroom door.