Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 54

She LOLed by herself, imagining Karl, who’s usually all closed up and quiet, possibly getting caught doing something embarrassing or funny in that break room.

Click... Click...

Jane hit play on one of the recordings from the Break Room. Initially, the recording just showed an empty room, only a coffee machine and some neatly arranged chairs. But as she played it further, she saw something weird. She saw herself and Karl.

Jane stared at the screen, feeling amused and curious at the same time watching herself with Karl in the recording. At first, the recording only showed the two of them sitting next to each other, looking like they’re chatting casually. But the more she looked, their expressions started to seem a bit more... intimate.

In the video, Jane’s recording version looked with a faint smile, tilting her head towards Karl while gazing at him with a soft look, something rarely—or almost never—done in real life. Karl, usually quiet and keeping his distance, appeared a tad more relaxed. On the screen, he chuckled softly, returning Jane’s smile with a happy expression.

"Huh? Since when are we... this close?" Jane whispered to herself, feeling puzzled yet entertained. As far as she remembered, her relationship with Karl was limited to just usual work colleagues who sometimes argued over small stuff at the store. But in the recording, their closeness seemed more than just colleagues—as if there’s an unspoken attraction between them.

As the recording continued, Jane on screen knelt in front of Karl, and then—for a very brief moment—her recording version’s hand touched Karl’s dick. The touch was brief, but enough to make the watching Jane feel her heart race.

"Oh my god..." Jane chuckled, her face blushed. "What is this? I don’t even remember being like this with Karl."

Seemingly, Karl was slapping her face with his dick, recording it with a phone. And Jane in the video laughed as if she enjoyed it.

In her mind, Jane started to wonder if this was some kind of joke Karl secretly recorded, or if the camera caught a specific moment and was edited by AI.

Jane stared at the screen with widened eyes, part disbelief and slight embarrassment. Karl, whom she always thought was stiff and hard to approach, now appeared so casual and warm in the video— even mischievous, something very different from his original impression. The two of them looked close, and when the recording Jane touched and sucked Karl’s dick, Jane felt a strange vibration in her chest, as if the memory was starting to feel real.

"No way," she murmured trying to recall. "I never did this with Karl..."

However, at that moment, vague memories flickered in her mind. Like hidden snippets of memory, Jane suddenly recalled a few small conversations she had with Karl, when the two of them were in the break room, when Karl popped his dick on her cheek. Maybe she not know if i’ts real, but slowly it made her realize that there was another side of Karl that she overlooked.

When the video ended, Jane leaned back in her chair, still in a daze while staring at the now dark screen. Thoughts and feelings mixed between curiosity, embarrassment, and a little awkwardness that she didn’t even know where it came from.

"Should I talk to him about this?" Jane mumbled, feeling unsure. But then, a small smile appeared on her face. "Or maybe... just let it go. I could never have sucked Karl’s dick..." Jane tried to reject the reality she didn’t remember.

Jane still sat frozen in her chair, staring blankly at the screen. The recording had ended, but the images in it continued to play in her head, spinning like a movie reluctant to stop. The more she tried to analyze what she had just seen, the more she sank into a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"No way... me and Karl?" she whispered, barely audible.

As far as Jane knew, her relationship with Karl was just average, more often filled with short conversations and stiff professional talks. But, the recording... it felt so real, so intimate, as if there was something between them that she had never realized before.

Jane started to feel restless. Her mind tossed between reality and doubt. She checked the recording file again, making sure nothing was wrong. Was this just a playful trick, some joke made by someone in the office? But who would spend time editing a video like that? And more importantly—why?

The worry slowly turned into paranoia. Jane began to imagine unsettling possibilities. What if someone else saw this recording too? What if her coworkers—or worse, Karl—found out about the video and thought it actually happened?

With slightly trembling hands, Jane turned off her computer screen. However, the anxiety didn’t subside. Her mind was haunted by shadows from the recording. She even began to question her own memories. Could there be a moment that truly slipped from her mind?

"Why do I feel... like I know him in a different way?" Jane sighed deeply, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat.

But the shadows from the video continued to haunt her, making her wonder, what really happened between her and Karl?

Without even thinking twice, Jane decided to hit up Karl. Being the boss lady of the store, she knew this was a totally legit move—plus, she needed some answers. Maybe Karl had the deets or could explain why there was a recording like that.

She pressed the button on the store intercom that went straight to the front area where Karl usually kicked it as a store clerk.

"Karl, can you come to the manager’s office real quick?" her voice sounded way chill compared to how she actually felt.

A few seconds later, she heard footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and Karl peeked in with a puzzled expression.

"What’s up, Mrs. Jane?" he asked with a lil’ smile.

Jane stared at Karl, feeling a bit unsure for a sec. She wanted to straight-up ask, but was worried his reaction might make things awk. However, her curiosity was lit AF, overpowering her doubt.

"Karl," Jane started cautiously, "I just saw something on the break room CCTV footage, and... well, it’s kinda confusing."

"CCTV?" Karl was shook.