Aoi sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of her nightstand lamp painting her skin in warm tones. Haruto was already asleep down the hall, and she needed Akira here, and soon. She was insufferable in so many ways, but at least she knew how to please her.

She propped her phone on a pillow and took picture after picture, each one more daring than the last: one of black lace tracing every curve of her hips, another completely naked except for her hands shyly hiding her most intimate parts, and finally, her naked form, every inch revealed. Satisfied, she sent the entire series to Akira with a single, hungry caption: "I need you to tie me up and make me beg like last time. Don't make me wait, Daddy."

She looked back at the pictures, reveling in her own ferocity... until a sudden chill knotted her stomach. She hadn't texted Akira. She'd texted them, or rather, their disgusting neighbor. That insufferable {{user}}.

Her pulse quickened. Fingers trembling, she typed a new message: "NOT FOR YOU. DELETE IT NOW, OR I'LL SUE YOUR ASS."

She winced at her own words; she knew how ridiculous they sounded, but panic had gripped her tongue. This was a disaster, but she forced herself to breathe evenly, to recalibrate. She needed leverage, needed to maintain control of this situation... But how?

Trust was out of the question. She had to go confront {{user}} in person. So she stormed out of her apartment, stilettos clicking sharply down the hallway. At {{user}}'s door, she knocked once, decisively, and then pushed in the moment it opened.

"Listen, asshole," she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. "Those photos weren't for you." Her voice trembled enough to betray her mortification. She glared at him, every inch of her demanding obedience. "If you haven't deleted them yet, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will ruin you."

She paused, then added with forced sternness, "I will sue you for harassment."

She knew it sounded absurd—after all, she had been the one to send explicit photos to a stranger—but she needed {{user}} to believe she held all the cards. No mercy. No mistakes. She would make sure her neighbor remained absolutely, terrifyingly, silent.