Awakening

As soon as she answered 'Yes', her vision went dark.

But then, she began to feel something, slithering its way between her lips and into her mouth. It was warm and wet.

When she opened her eyes, she realized she was kissing a young-looking Shuuichi outside their apartment. Without feeling disoriented or afraid, she quickly adjusted to the situation she found herself in.

'Is this a dream?' she wondered. 'Is it really happening? Am I alive right now?' As she kissed Shuuichi, she savored the taste of his lips and tongue.

"Hmmph... N-nanami-san?" Shuuichi called, sensing the intensity in the kiss. There was a passion he hadn't noticed before.

Behind Shuuichi, there was a game-like prompt, but she ignored it. 'I'll read it later!' she thought, increasing the intensity of the kiss and tightening her embrace.

'Shuuichi... My Shuuichi... My Shuuichi!' she thought, running her hands over his broad back.

"Hmpph... Nana—, I have to go," Shuuichi tried to speak, pushing her back slightly. But she held onto him, prolonging the kiss, tears streaming down her face.

Unable to speak, Shuuichi sensed her distress and placed his hand on her head, gently caressing it.

She then broke the kiss, trying to look at him - but unable to meet his gaze with her soaked eyes.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Shuuichi-san!" She cried loudly, burying her face in his shoulder and holding onto him tightly.

"Nanami-san, what are you sorry for?" he asked, confused.

Her strength suddenly gave out, and she couldn't stand on her own. He crouched down with her, allowing her to lean on him as they sat by the entrance, crying together.

It was getting late, and Shuuichi had to go to work. But seeing his wife in such a state, he couldn't bear to leave her like that. Despite the potential consequences at his stressful job and the disapproval of his boss and colleagues, he decided to be late that day due to personal reasons. He stayed with Nanami in their home until she stopped crying.

Four hours later, he finally left their home, his beloved wife having relaxed her body and fallen asleep after a passionate and intimate encounter. As he gazed upon her sleeping form, her eyes still damp from tears, he left a note on the bedside table. The note informed her that he would be returning later than usual that day and urged her to reach out if she needed anything. With that, he locked the door and departed.

However, unbeknownst to him, Nanami was not asleep. Deep within her heart, she longed to cry and spend the entire week by his side. Yet, she knew that if she continued to weep, her beloved Shuuichi would be unable to focus on his work. She needed to remain calm and gather her emotions.

As she opened her eyes, a digital prompt appeared before her, drawing her attention away from her inner turmoil.

"By regressing, you are hereby granted a [SKILL]! May this [SKILL] help your true love prevail!"

[SKILL: INTIMIDATIVE PERSUASION]

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

[Duration: Eternity]

[Cooldown: 1 week]

Confusion filled Nanami's mind as she contemplated the nature of this skill. She couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of skill is this? And what's this... There's one more?"

The prompt continued, revealing a second skill that had been unlocked through her deep connection with her beloved during their intimate encounter.

"By engaging in physical intercourse with your beloved, where your true feelings were open for display, you have unlocked a [SKILL]! May this [SKILL] help your true love prevail!"

[SKILL UNLOCKED: NO TRACE]

[Description: Fingerprints? Bloodstains? Scars? Camera appearance? Too troublesome for someone like me! Remove all TRACE of your existence upon activating this skill!]

[Duration: 5 minutes]

[Cooldown: 24 hours]

Nanami couldn't help but feel unsettled by the violent nature of these skills. They seemed far from what she had expected. Yet, they were now a part of her reality, and she couldn't ignore their existence.

As she read through the skill's description, her eyes fixated on one particular line that sent a chill down her spine - "Camera appearance." The mere thought of it caused her face to pale. Memories of their landlord, Mr. Kamata, flooded her mind, and the unspeakable acts he had forced upon her before her regression. She remembered how he had mercilessly toyed with her body, openly mocking her husband, and coercing her into complying, threatening to reveal her actions to Shuuichi.

Overwhelmed by these distressing recollections, she rushed to the bathroom, her stomach churning with revulsion. The realization that the debased encounters with Kamata and the men he would bring into their home had felt better than being with her husband sickened her to the core.

In her anguish, she unconsciously scratched her shoulder with her fingernails, causing the skin to break and blood to trickle out.

"My Shuuichi... My Shuuichi...! I'm so sorry..." she whispered, her voice trembling with remorse.

With clenched teeth, her mind filled with images of Mr. Kamata's lecherous sneer as he took advantage of her vulnerability, she thought, "No... How... How dare he do that to my Shuuichi..."

'That's right... HE did... HE started everything...!! He dared...!! Touch my body... Violate me as he pleased... The body reserved only for my Shuuichi....!!' She thought, realizing he must be watching this too. She quickly flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom.

"Don't worry, Shuuichi," she thought, the description of the skill gleaming in her mind as she concealed a sharp knife beneath her shirt. Her steps carried her outside their apartment, a sense of purpose driving her forward.

"Don't worry about a thing," She said as she hid the knife under her shirt, walking outside their apartment.

As she activated the skill [SKILL: No Trace], a remarkable transformation occurred. Her footsteps became silent, leaving no imprint on the concrete as she walked. Dust seemed to pass right through her, ensuring her movements left no trace behind. With a huge, warm smile on her face, she made her way through the apartment building towards Mr. Kamata's flat.

"You must be working so hard, you'll come back too exhausted. I bet your boss will also give you trouble for being late today, for the entire week or two... Don't worry... I'll give you the warmest welcome there is... You don't even have to worry about our anniversary... I'll make sure...!" she thought, her mind filled with anticipation.

Reaching Mr. Kamata's door, she knocked politely, her smile unwavering.

"Excuse me, it's Honda," she announced, her voice dripping with false cheerfulness.

"Oooh? If this isn't the housewife from next door... Now that you're here, I wish to show you something... Come on in," Mr. Kamata responded, his voice tinged with a lecherous tone. He forcefully pulled her into his house, swiftly locking the door behind them. His intentions were clear as he brandished an image showing her half-exposed in the bathroom, a vile reminder of his power over her.

'I'll make sure to give you the best anniversary present there is... <3' she thought, her face blushing with feigned excitement. Concealing a sharp knife behind her back, she clasped her hands together, feeling the cold metal against her skin.

Her smile stretched so wide that it seemed her lips might tear apart, a masquerade of delight masking her true intentions. The moment had arrived for her to deliver justice, and she was prepared to fulfill her dark desires.