No Trace

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

A bald-looking guy, wielding a baseball-bat. But as he strode to Mr. Kamata's apartment, he felt a change in the wheels of fate.

"It seems like fate beat me to the punch in this one, huh? 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 arrived.

----------------------------

"Sure, show it to my husband, then. Mr. Kamata," Nanami said with a smile, her voice filled with an air of confidence.

"Hoho, so you'll comply like a good little wi— What?" Mr. Kamata's words were cut short as Nanami interrupted him.

"Show it, I said. Do it. I don't mind. It will just expose everyone to the truth that you're a scat-loving piece of shit," she added, her smile unwavering.

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

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

"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.

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, his perverse intentions evident.

"You shouldn't do that, Mr. Kamata," Nanami replied, her voice relaxed and composed.

"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 as me looking after you younglings..." Mr. Kamata declared, his grip tightening as he violently tore off Nanami's shirt, leaving her with only a bra.

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, ready to execute her sinister plan.

However, Nanami's greed exceeded even her own expectations. She yearned to solve a multitude of problems, and in that moment, a thought crossed her mind: "What if I can utilize something other than a knife?"

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

Mr. Kamata froze in place, his face mere inches away from her cleavage.

"And with all those televisions in your room, along with the recordings, 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...!"

Yet, Nanami's smile remained unyielding, her composure unwavering. "Didn't you find it peculiar, Mr. Kamata? That the image 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... They will be arriving any minute now... I wonder what they'll say... You're undoubtedly bound for jail... Isn't that splendid? You'll be indulging in your beloved excrement in prison... I'm truly thrilled for you, you scat-loving loser trash, Mr. Kamata," Nanami taunted, her smile growing wider with each word.

'Maybe it's the skill... or the fact that I can protect myself with the knife... or perhaps the knowledge that if the police do arrive, Mr. Kamata will be doomed... But for some reason... I feel calm and assured,' Nanami thought to herself, savoring the moment.

"S-stay... STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!" Kamata screamed, falling onto his backside in fear.

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

"Yes," Nanami instructed silently in her mind.

[TARGET CONFIRMED! Konro Komata is now registered as your eternal servant! He will obey your every command, fulfilling your desires without hesitation! His loyalty extends to the wellbeing of those you care about!]

Komata immediately froze in place, his eyes locked onto Nanami as if in a trance.

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

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

"Bark," she stated, as if driven by an instinct.

Without a moment's delay, Komata obediently barked like a dog.

'Hmm...' Nanami pondered to herself as she leaned down towards Komata.

"What is your name?" she inquired.

"Konro Ko—"

Nanami swiftly slapped his cheek, her palm radiating with a sinister urge.

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

Without a hint of complaint, Konro 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 remained blank and subservient.

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

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

"Did you not hear me, scat-loving Komata? 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 sneered, her face contorted with disgust as she glared at Konro.

"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 put, me, 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, sees me now? What would he think?" She ducked to Komata, glaring at the back of his head as he bowed to her.

"What if someone we know comes back and sees me like this leaving your apartment? If My Shuuichi 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."

"S-sorry..." Komata whispered softly. But her glaring only intensified as she got back to a standing position.

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

Komata raised his whimpering head, looking at the knife.

"Pick it up. Use it to cut your finger as punishment for talking again,"

Komata hesitantly picked up the knife and pinned his other palm to the ground. He raised the hand that held the knife way up, 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."

Komata's eyes widened at the request. Yet, he pressed the knife as per her request against his finger, 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 like that? And then see me walk out of here? Cut the finger in your other hand in the same manner as punishment. Keep quiet."

She instructed, her glare only intensifying. Silently, he cut the finger in his other hand, using his now-fingerless hand to grab the knife.

He sweated and panted, but mostly kept quiet, as tears went out of his eyes.

[SKILL: NO TRACE RAN OUT!]

[COOLDOWN: 23:59:59 SECONDS LEFT]

'Haah... I didn't even need to use it.'

Komata finished cutting the finger in his other hand. He gently and quietly placed the knife down. Sighing of relief.

"I don't believe I told you to cut off that particular finger off. You really are unable to follow instructions. Cut off both of your middle-fingers as punishment.

Weak, weary, and close to collapse - Komata did as instructed.

"Good job. Punishment is over... Go staunch the bleeding. Use your stove, or I don't know. Burn it so it will leave the scar."

The exhausted Komata sighed of relief, his consciousness fading. He walked over to his stove, burning the wound 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 ducked to him again, glaring at him intensely.

"You dared put your shit-eating, pig hands on my body - which is reserved for my beloved and dear Shuuichi and rip out a shirt I liked. Do you think that's fair you wouldn't be punished for it?!" She whispered, her voice dripping with malice.

Silently he whimpered.

"As punishment, Castrate yourself. Cut your balls and dick off. Do it above the stove so you wouldn't die and the wound would burn immediately, but I order you to not die of shock. That would cause a problem for me, your master. Additionally, exempt my beloved Shuuichi from paying rent from now on and keep it a secret. If you can survive your castration and do that, I would be glad. Before you cut off your manhood, dispose of my ripped clothes and burn them somewhere no one will find out."

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.

"I wonder what my Shuuichi would like for dinner?" she pondered with a smile.

Unbeknownst to Nanami Honda, 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!]