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As Nanami entered Mr. Kamata’s flat, another figure had just arrived on the scene.

A buff-looking guy, wielding a baseball bat. But as he strode towards Mr. Kamata’s apartment, he felt a shift in the wheels of fate.

With a deep sigh, he lowered his mighty weapon of justice just before breaking in.

“It seems like fate beat me to the punch on this one, huh?” he murmured to himself, his muscles relaxing as he turned around and walked away from the apartment. “Well, it’s good to hear there’s no NTR shenanigans anymore… But I need money. Oh, well.” The figure left as swiftly as he had arrived.

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Inside the apartment, Kamata waved the “incriminating” photo of Nanami before her eyes with a lecherous sneer.

“Hehehe… Such an indecent woman, doing something like this…” he murmured.

‘… Taking a dump…? That’s his threat? Is he stupid? He took a picture of me going to the bathroom and is blackmailing me with something that would land him in jail?’ She narrowed her eyes as Mr. Kamata held the picture in front of his face, scrutinizing it closely, his pupils going over every detail, taking his time.

‘Does Mr.Kamata believe girls don’t have to poo and acts as if he just found the proof that isn’t the case?’ she thought to herself, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

‘Wait… I was the one who fell for it… Seriously?’ Her eyelids widened as the realization struck her.

‘Several years after I married Claude-san (Shinagawa), I was certain the reason I was compelled to follow Mr. Kamata’s every whim was because he caught me masturbating at the very least… But that’s it? I went along with it because I was scared Shuu-kun would find out our landlord is a lecherous creep who spies on everyone who lives here?’ She almost sighed in disbelief.

“Hahaha… If you don’t want this photo spread throughout our entire neighborhood and the internet…” Mr. Kamata started, raising his eyes from the photo, holding it in his hand as if it were a trophy before Nanami, “… And if you want your dear, dear husband won’t find out about this photo, YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY—”

“Sure, show it to my husband then, Mr. Kamata,” Nanami said flatly.

“Hoho, so you’ll comply like a good little wife— What?” Mr. Kamata’s words were cut short as he took in Nanami’s response.

‘No, that’s not quite it. That’s merely what I told myself. The reason I fell for it was… Because I wanted to. I was a mere thrill-addicted gal. And getting blackmailed into doing something indecent… Made me thrilled. I still am chasing thrills and I don’t think I can change that about myself…’ She thought, clicking her tongue before continuing to speak.

“Show it, I said. Do it. I don’t mind. It will just expose everyone to the truth that you’re a scat-loving, stalking piece of shit who spies on his tenants,” she added, a small smirk stretching across her face.

“Y-you…! You bitch! Don’t you care what your husband thinks of you!? He will think you’re indecent, so you have an obligation to do whatever you can to stop me from distributing it—” Mr. Kamata’s raspy voice trembled with frustration and desperation.

‘But the thrill I’m chasing right now is…’

“What’s more indecent than anything is being played with by the likes of you, Mr. Kamata. My Shuu-kun is a hard worker who pays the bills, takes care of me when I’m sick, and ensures my well-being when I’m sad even if it costs him time off work. Unlike you—a shut-in loser whose sole purpose in life is indulging in his repulsive desires. Go ahead, distribute the image and reveal your true nature as a shit-loving piece of trash,” Nanami calmly responded, her hands still concealed behind her back.

‘The thrill I’m currently chasing is… being truly loved by a good man…’

“You… You fucking bitch…!!! I’ll throw you and that husband of yours to the street if you don’t get undressed RIGHT NOW!” Mr. Kamata’s anger intensified as he yelled, his composure slipping as he was mere inches away from Nanami.

He tightly gripped Nanami’s shoulders, leering at her as he stared at her chest. “Hehe… That’s right, comply like a good little bitch…” Mr. Kamata sneered.

‘… Because as much as I love sex…’

“You shouldn’t do that, Mr. Kamata,” Nanami replied, her voice relaxed, almost aloof.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want… I am the head of the Rent Committee… I am YOUR LANDLORD… I can do whatever I want to you! It’s my obligation to check the goods… Consider it me looking after you younglings…” Mr. Kamata declared, his grip tightening as he violently tore off Nanami’s shirt, leaving her in just a bra.

‘Being held by someone who can tell when I’m forcing a smile, by someone who gets into bed with me when I’m being difficult without worrying about his image…’

In that moment, Nanami remained fully prepared to act. With [NO TRACE] activated, she knew that permanently solving the problem from their lives would be achieved if Mr. Kamata met his demise. Her hand clasped the cold handle of the knife hidden behind her back, her muscles tensed, ready to slash at Mr. Kamata’s throat.

‘… Is something I love much more, as it turns out.’

Just before she slashed Mr. Kamata, she fancied being held and cradled longer by Shuuichi.

And wondered how she could accomplish such a feat.

It was then her other skill popped into her mind…

[SKILL: INTIMIDATIVE PERSUASION]

[Description: Make an eternal slave out of anyone who is scared of you!]

[Duration: Eternity]

[Cooldown: 1 week]

And as it did, she relaxed her grip on the cold handle of the knife.

Another, more… pragmatic solution, had arisen in her mind.

“Well, this is certainly unpleasant, but at least I’ll have concrete evidence once the police arrive,” Nanami declared aloud, her voice filled with calculated confidence.

Mr. Kamata froze in place, his face mere inches away from her cleavage, no longer grunting as lively as he had moments ago.

“And with all those televisions in your room, along with the recordings of the tenants, me included…” She added, looking around his trashed apartment, “Mr. Kamata, you will be spending a considerable amount of time behind bars,” Nanami continued, her words cutting through the tense silence.

Kamata swiftly released his grip, his voice trembling. “Y-you called the police!? H-how!? You just found out… You’re merely… saying whatever you please!” He argued, forcing a trembling smile.

Yet, Nanami’s smile remained unyielding, her composure unwavering. “Didn’t you find it peculiar, Mr. Kamata? That the exposing image you so confidently waved at my face didn’t elicit more than a flinch from me? I knew. That’s why I made the call before coming here,” she whispered, taking a step closer to Kamata, her hands still hidden behind her back. Kamata flinched, instinctively taking a step backward.

“…And now, you’ve torn my shirt,” she said, glancing at her exposed top as she narrowed her eyes, “They will be arriving any minute now. I wonder what they’ll say,” she continued, looking up at the ceiling as if envisioning his arrest, “You’re undoubtedly bound for jail… Isn’t that splendid?” Her tone grew slightly more upbeat as she lowered her head, her eyes wide open as she bore her gaze into his, her features relaxed as she offered a warm sneer, “For people like you, I imagine shit eating will be the least the guards and the other prisoners will make you do in prison… I’m truly thrilled for you, Mr. Kamata, for being able to chase your thrill indefinitely in a place fit for the likes of you,” Nanami taunted, her smile growing wider with each word.

‘Is it the fact that I can protect myself with the knife? Or perhaps the knowledge that if the police do arrive, Mr. Kamata will truly be doomed? For some reason… I feel really calm and assured,’ Nanami thought to herself, savoring the moment.

‘… And somewhat satisfied.’

“Y-YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!” Kamata screamed, falling onto his backside in fear. Immediately, he rolled on the floor, turning to the exit and hastily making his way there.

‘… Not enough?’ she thought with a sigh as Kamata scrambled for the door. She then calmly walked toward him as he struggled back on his feet, trying to open the door.

‘I suppose he is scared… Just not of me,’ she thought.

“You’ve locked the door, Mr. Kamata. Did you forget?” she calmly stated as she drew nearer, the knife brought to the front as she walked, unbeknownst to the frantic landlord who then scrambled for the key.

‘… Let’s fix that,’ she resolved. Just as Kamata lifted the key from his pocket, Nanami pressed the cold blade against his neck as she stood sturdily behind him.

“W-wha…!?” Kamata gasped, arching his head backward as if trying to get away from the blade, causing Nanami to press it further.

“Where do you think you’re going, dear landlord?” she cooed, whispering in his ear. “Considering the emotional trauma you’ll give your residents once the footage breaks out, did you really think that I, a concerned neighbor, can let you go?” she said.

“They will want justice. And they will want it immediately. I will have to kill you,” she whispered, her voice quiet yet firm as she pressed the knife harder against Kamata’s neck, causing blood to trickle out.

“Y-you… c-… You… will also be arrested… f-for killing me!” he argued weakly, swallowing hard as his breathing grew labored.

“What are you talking about?” she asked innocently, with a slight tilt of her head.

“H-huh…!?” he hummed, shifting his pupils to her face.

“… I was merely defending myself against a known rapist,” she said warmly.

“N-no… No! You can’t do that! That’s a blatant lie!” he argued further, his heart feeling as if it might burst from his chest.

“Is it now? Ah, I see…” she muttered. Kamata, hearing the contemplation in her voice, started to relax.

“Y-yes! You will be a liar if you do that!”

“You’re right… Oh well,” she started. A spark of hope glistened in Mr. Kamata’s eyes as he let out a soft gasp, allowing himself to turn his head to Nanami.

“Then, be a good landlord and take this secret to the grave with you. Right now, okay?” she said with a flat smile, glaring into his eyes.

“No… NO! D-don’t… DON’T… DON’T KILL ME!” he begged, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his life flashing before his eyes as Nanami pressed the knife even harder.

“Don’t take this personally, Mr. Kamata. I am merely defending myself here… Now, just let it happen, and it will be over quickly,” she whispered.

“N-NO!” he cried, closing his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable.

[SKILL: INTIMIDATIVE PERSUASION: PREREQUISITE CONFIRMED! The target is TERRIFIED of you! Would you like to activate the skill?]

“Yes,” Nanami instructed.

“What?!” Kamata called out in confusion.

[TARGET CONFIRMED! Kamata is now registered as your eternal servant! You didn’t need to frighten him THAT much, but because you did, in addition to obeying your every command, and fulfill your desires without hesitation; his loyalty will extend to the well-being of those you care about! GOOD JOB!]

Kamata immediately froze in place.

Upon feeling the lack of resistance, Nanami removed the knife from his throat and took a step back.

Kamata slowly turned to face Nanami, his eyes locked onto her as if in a trance.

She glanced at him, her smile transforming into a frown filled with disdain.

And so, she was ready to assign Kamata his first task:

“Bark,” she commanded, driven by an instinct.

Without a moment’s delay, he obediently barked like a dog.

‘Hmm…’ Nanami pondered as she leaned down towards her new slave.

“What is your name?” she inquired.

“Konro Ka—”

She then swiftly and powerfully slapped his cheek, releasing her pent-up aggression.

“From this moment on, do not speak in my presence. Fetch me suitable attire, befitting a lady,” she commanded.

Without a hint of complaint, Kamata hurried into his closet, rummaging through trash bags filled with various garments. He retrieved an assortment of clothes and swiftly returned, placing them at Nanami’s feet, his gaze a deep frown.

She examined the clothes; stained, malodorous, and filthy. Although they appeared to be women’s attire, they were far from acceptable by her standards.

With a swift kick to his groin using her high-heeled shoe, Kamata doubled over in pain and collapsed to the floor.

“Did you not hear me, scat-loving Kamata? I specifically said ‘fit for a lady.’ Did you truly expect me to wear such repulsive garments? Bring me a clean and suitable outfit befitting a lady,” she emphasized, her face contorted with disgust as she glared at him.

“M-master… There are no clean clothes in my apartment for a lady…”

She then powerfully stomped on the back of his head with her heel. “You cannot follow a simple order? Didn’t I just instruct you not to talk in my presence, you shit-eating pig?”

“….”

“Do you realize the position you’ve put your master, in?”

“…”

“I now have to go outside of your rotting apartment, wearing only a bra. What if my Shuuichi returned early because he forgot something and saw me now? What would he think?” She crouched, glaring at the back of his head as he bowed to her.

“What if someone we know sees me leaving your apartment like this? If Shuu-kun hears of this, one way or another, he will be hurt and sad. Just so you know, this is your fault, you shit-eating pig,” she stated coldly.

“S-sorry…” Kamata whispered softly. But her glare only intensified as she stood up.

She then pulled out her knife and tossed it to Kamata.

Kamata raised his whimpering head, looking at the knife.

“Pick it up. Use it to cut your finger as punishment for talking again,” she instructed.

Kamata hesitantly picked up the knife and pinned his other palm to the ground. He raised the hand that held the knife, preparing to slash through his finger.

“When did I say to do it like that? Cut it out slowly, like you would cut a slab of steak,” she flatly stated.

Kamata’s eyes widened at the request. Yet, he pressed the knife against his finger and began slicing through it with slow movements.

He grunted, trying to keep his voice down. It was a bloody mess, but he eventually finished cutting his finger in half.

“You let a sound out. What am I going to do if they hear you grunting like a shit-pig and then see me walk out of here? Cut the finger on your other hand in the same manner as punishment. Keep quiet,” she instructed, her glare intensifying.

Silently, he cut the finger on his other hand, using his now-fingerless hand to grab the knife.

He sweated and panted, but mostly kept quiet as tears streamed from his eyes.

[SKILL: [NO TRACE] RAN OUT!]

[COOLDOWN: 23:59:59 HOUR(S) LEFT UNTIL NEXT USAGE IS AVAILABLE!]

‘Haah… I didn’t even need to use it,’ she sighed internally.

Kamata finished cutting the finger on his other hand and gently placed the knife down, sighing with relief.

“I don’t believe I told you to cut off that particular finger,” she said. Kamata’s eyes snapped wide open as he heard her words. “You really are unable to follow instructions. Cut off both of your middle fingers as punishment.”

Weak, weary, and close to collapse, Kamata did as instructed.

“Good job. Punishment is over… Go staunch the bleeding. Use your stove or something. Burn it so it will leave a scar.”

The exhausted Kamata sighed with relief, his consciousness fading. He walked over to his stove, burning the wounds without making a sound as instructed. Before long, he returned to her, breathless but alive.

He got on his knees.

“The punishment for talking out of turn is over. But…” She crouched down to him again, glaring intensely.

“You dared put your shit-eating, pig hands on my body, which is reserved for my beloved and dear Shuu-kun, and rip off a shirt I liked. Do you think it’s fair you wouldn’t be punished for that?” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice.

Silently, he whimpered.

“As punishment, castrate yourself with this knife. Do it at your bathroom so I won’t have to see your filth,” she coldly stated.

Even as a mind-controlled slave, Kamata couldn’t help but shiver as he remained motionless. A moment later, he reluctantly began to move toward his bathroom to do as ordered.

‘Hm… Wait. I almost forgot. There’s something more important that needs to be done,’ she reasoned.

“I order you to stop moving,” she called, causing Kamata to freeze immediately, halfway to the bathroom door.

“… I was just joking. Considering all the blood you’ve just lost; you would certainly die if you did that. Isn’t your master funny?” she asked.

Kamata dared not speak or even move.

“You see, I am a kind master. I will not let you die like that, nor will I let you be taken by the police,” she said, straightening herself as Kamata nearly collapsed from relief, struggling to stay standing.

“But in exchange for my kindness… Hm… Let’s see…”

“I order you to exempt my beloved Shuu-kun from paying rent from now on and keep it a secret. Indefinitely. If you can do that, I will not order you to castrate yourself for at least another week. If you behave well, another week after that, and so on.”

But even then, Kamata dared not say anything.

“… Nod if you understand and intend to fulfill my order.”

Kamata immediately nodded.

“Alright… Now, dispose of my ripped clothes and burn them somewhere no one will find out. Same goes for this knife. Clean it. If anyone asks about your neck, say you cut yourself. That will be all for now,” she concluded, snapping her fingers toward the door of the apartment.

She cautiously cracked open the door, ensuring that no one could catch sight of her outside, and quietly left the apartment. She walked back to her and her husband’s place with a joyful spring in her step.

‘… That went well,’ she mused to herself.

‘Now then… It sure has been a while since I’ve whipped up a full meal… But I’m still confident in my skills. Poor Shuu-kun will probably be starving when he gets back… I wonder what he would like for dinner?’ she pondered with a smile.

Unbeknownst to Nanami, she failed to notice an additional section on the digital interface that had prompted her earlier.

[PASSIVES]

[PASSIVE: COLD PERSPECTIVE]

[DESCRIPTION: Spiders? Rapists? Ghosts?! Don’t worry, darling – I’ll save you! Nothing scares me! You are not afraid of anything when it comes to the one you love!]

[PASSIVE: DARK LOVER]

[DESCRIPTION: I will kill you if you disturb our lovey-dovey life! Everyone stay back! Your inhibitors are completely removed when a danger threatens to interrupt your love life! Some might call you a “Yandere” But that’s okay! This is your love-life after all, so no price is too tall! May you stand unshaken, and your love prevail!]