Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 143: Relationship

Jane took a slow sip of her coffee, her usual smirk fading as her expression turned uncharacteristically serious. She placed the mug down and exhaled, staring directly at Karl.

"Alright," she said, her voice losing its playful edge. "Jokes aside, I need you to listen to me for a second."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Jane crossed her arms. "I don’t care how much you enjoy reading that degenerate crap, but don’t ever—ever—think about trying that kind of shit on someone else."

Karl blinked, confused. "Jane, what the hell are you talking about?"

Jane sighed, setting her mug down. "I mean, you don’t need to go out looking for more. You already have us."

Karl stared at her.

Layla, sitting beside her, blushed slightly but didn’t say anything. Instead, she shifted uncomfortably, as if embarrassed by the conversation.

Karl exhaled, rubbing his face. "Jane, this again?"

Jane smirked, but there was a rare intensity behind her eyes. "Yes. This again. Karl, you already have everything a degenerate like you could possibly want."

Karl clenched his jaw. "It’s just a genre."

Jane shook her head. "Sure. But I also know you, Karl. You’ve got your hands full already."

Layla bit her lip. "Jane..."

Jane looked at her, then back at Karl. "You’ve got me—a mature, experienced woman who actually understands what you like." She tilted her head toward Layla. "And you’ve got her—a sweet, devoted young woman who’d do anything for you."

Layla blushed deeper, but she didn’t deny it.

Karl sighed, leaning back. "I get it."

Jane narrowed her eyes. "Do you? Because I don’t think you do. You don’t need to go fantasizing about taking what’s not yours, Karl." She leaned forward, her tone dropping. "You already have everything."

Karl exhaled. "Jane, I wouldn’t—"

Jane cut him off. "Good. Because if you ever get greedy..." She trailed off, tapping her fingers on the table. "Well, let’s just say I’d be very disappointed."

Karl met her gaze, and for once, there was no teasing, no amusement—just expectation.

He sighed. "I get it."

Jane studied him for a moment longer before leaning back in her chair, the smirk returning to her lips. "Good boy."

Layla finally found her voice, though it was softer. "Karl... you know I don’t want anyone else, right?"

Karl looked at her.

She fidgeted slightly under his gaze. "I mean... I know you like that kind of stuff in fiction, but in real life..." Her voice lowered. "I just want us."

Karl exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. I know."

Jane smirked. "See? He learns."

Karl rolled his eyes. "You’re impossible."

Jane chuckled. "And yet, you still put up with me."

Layla smiled softly. "Because he loves us."

Karl tensed slightly at the words, but he didn’t deny them.

Jane’s smirk widened. "Damn right he does."

Karl sighed, shaking his head. "You two are going to be the death of me."

Jane raised her mug in a mock toast. "And you’ll love every second of it."

Layla giggled. "Yeah."

Karl groaned. "I regret everything."

Jane leaned closer, voice dropping into something more sultry. "Oh no, Karl. You regret nothing."

Layla’s face turned bright red. "J-Jane!"

Jane just laughed, sipping her coffee like she hadn’t just completely dominated the conversation.

Karl sighed, knowing full well he had already lost.

Again.

The night stretched on, the dim glow of the city barely reaching the apartment’s windows. The air was thick—not just with warmth, but with something unspoken. A tension that had been building between them for far too long.

Karl sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. He knew where this was heading. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Jane leaned against the doorframe, swirling the last of her wine in her glass, watching him with that knowing smirk. "You’re thinking too much again," she murmured, stepping forward.

Layla sat beside him, her fingers lightly tracing his arm. "You always do that," she whispered, her voice soft yet certain.

Jane set her glass down on the nightstand and stretched, rolling her shoulders like a predator sizing up its prey. "Well," she mused, crawling onto the bed beside him, "if he won’t stop overthinking, we’ll just have to distract him."

Karl exhaled sharply. "You two are ridiculous."

Layla giggled, resting her head against his shoulder. "Maybe. But you love it."

And he did.

What followed wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t reckless. It was something deeper, something that had become theirs. A rhythm, a connection—one that had only grown stronger with time.

Jane, ever the instigator, made it all the more intense. She whispered things in his ear—things she knew would push the right buttons.

"You like this, don’t you?" she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "Having something that’s already yours. Not stealing. Not taking. Just claiming."

Karl tensed, and Jane chuckled, pressing closer. "See? You do get off on it, don’t you? Knowing that no one else could have us—even if they tried."

Layla, flushed and breathless, didn’t protest. She was far too lost in the moment.

Jane sighed dramatically, her tone dripping with mock pity. "Such a shame. If someone else had tried to take me... I might’ve let them."

Karl growled under his breath, fingers tightening on her hip, and Jane laughed.

"Relax," she teased, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I’m just saying what you wanna hear, aren’t I?"

Karl didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

The night stretched on, their bodies tangled together in the dim light. It was different each time—sometimes playful, sometimes desperate, sometimes slow and full of meaning.

But tonight?

Tonight, Karl could feel something deeper. The weight of having. Of keeping. Of knowing that this— these two women, this closeness—belonged to him.

And when it was over, when they lay together in the silence, their breath still evening out, Jane chuckled softly, running a lazy hand through his hair.

"You’re hopeless, you know that?" she murmured.

Karl sighed. "You say that every time."

"Because it’s true." She smirked, shifting closer. "You’re supposed to be this brooding, mysterious guy. But here you are—completely tamed."

Layla giggled sleepily, burying her face against Karl’s chest. "I like him this way."

Jane hummed, dragging her nails lightly across his arm. "Yeah. Me too."

Karl exhaled, closing his eyes.

It was stupid.

It was ridiculous.

But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the steady breathing of the three of them tangled together in the sheets. Karl lay between them, his mind drifting, his body still warm from everything that had happened.

Then Jane, as always, decided to stir things up.

She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his chest. Her lips curled into a slow smirk as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.

"You know," she murmured, her voice husky and playful, "you’re way too good at this."

Karl sighed, still catching his breath. "Jane..."

But she wasn’t done.

She let her fingers trail lower, just enough to tease. "Mmm... it’s almost unfair," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "That you’re this big, this good..." Her lips brushed against his neck, sending a sharp pulse of heat through his spine.

Karl’s jaw tightened. "Jane."

She chuckled, nipping at his skin. "What? Just speaking the truth." Her hand roamed lower, pressing lightly against him. "You feel it too, don’t you? How I still—" she exhaled, voice dripping with satisfaction, "throb inside from you?"

Karl inhaled sharply, his fingers twitching against the sheets. He knew what she was doing. She loved to push him, to see how far she could take things before he snapped.

And dammit, it was working.

Layla stirred beside him, her small, sleepy murmur barely registering. She was warm and soft against him, completely at ease, but Karl was no longer in a state to relax.

Jane grinned, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his jaw. "Oh?" she cooed, feeling his body respond. "Are you getting hard again? Already?" Her voice was dripping with amusement. "God, I love that."

Karl gritted his teeth. "Jane—"

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear, her voice dropping into something dangerously seductive.

"You love it too, don’t you?" she whispered. "How good it feels? How deep you go? How every time, you leave me—" she exhaled, dragging her nails lightly down his stomach, "aching for more?"

Karl’s restraint snapped.

Before Jane could push him any further, he grabbed her, flipping her beneath him in one swift motion. She let out a delighted laugh, her eyes gleaming with victory.

"I knew it," she purred. "You’re such a beast."

Karl smirked, pinning her wrists above her head. "And you," he murmured, lowering himself to whisper against her lips, "never know when to quit."

Jane just grinned. "That’s what makes me fun."

Layla, now fully awake, blinked sleepily at them. "Mmm... are you guys starting again?"

Jane laughed. "Oh, sweetheart. We never really stop."

Karl groaned. "You two are going to kill me."

Jane smirked, shifting beneath him. "What a way to go."

And just like that, sleep was no longer an option.