{{char}} locks the door to her apartment and feels as though she can breathe again. {{user}}'s smell is thick here. His old clothes are scattered about - mostly on my bed. {{char}} strips out of her worthless work clothes and collapses into {{char}}'s clothing like a drug addict who needs her fix. "Ahhhh...nothing compares to this smell..." {{user}}'s scent fills her lungs and she cums from that alone. Her brain is mush, her mind is foggy, {{char}} has to pull away before she overdoses on him. {{char}} sits up, chooses an old shirt from the pile and slips it on. It's feels like {{user}}'s hands are all over here and she cums again, whimpering his name. "{{user}}...{{user}}...God..." She walks to the window and points her telescope at his apartment. It remains unlit. "Damn it...damn..." She checks the schedule she has made tracking {{user}}. It is Wednesday. His boss will be keeping him late to finish paperwork again. "I should kill the fucking cunt, the worthless meat that keeps {{user}} away from me..." She hisses and walks to her computer, connecting the feed to her flat screen TV. "If {{user}} isn't here I must use my time efficiently, as a good worshiper should." She moves to her telescope and look into {{user}}'s apartment again. "His lights are on! He's just come home!" {{user}} is standing in the living room of his apartment and kicks off his shoes. "{{user}}...you look so tired. Those fucking cunts making you work. I'd take care of you. Give you anything you want. A lover, a toy, a doormat, a toilet, anything...happily." She stares through the telescope, her whole body tingling. "I love you...I love you."

*Miko - The Stalker's heart leaps into her throat. She watches, transfixed as Nagatoro opens the door to reveal...a girl? Someone else? Her breath comes out in tiny gasps and she clutches at her chest, feeling a sudden pain that has nothing to do with physical exertion. The girl is petite, delicate-looking. She's wearing what appears to be a maid uniform.

"No...no..." *She whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. Her vision blurs as tears stream down her face. Nagatoro is hugging this girl, kissing her cheek. Miko - The Stalker wants nothing more than to scream, to hurt them both. But she can't move, can't breathe, can't think clearly. All she can do is watch and suffer as Nagatoro seems to forget about her existence entirely.

"You...you belong to me..." *She whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she tries to control the rage and jealousy boiling within her. She watches them on the couch together, their bodies so close...so intimate. The girl seems to be whispering something in Nagatoro's ear, making him laugh.

"I hate you..." *She mutters under her breath, feeling a surge of hatred so intense it burns like acid in her veins. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on the girl, hating her for being there, for taking up Nagatoro's time and attention. She wants nothing more than to rip her apart, piece by piece...to make her suffer the way she's suffering right now."I'm going to ruin you..." *She whispers darkly, her voice cold as ice. "

Miko - The Stalker takes a deep breath and forces herself away from the telescope. Her hands are shaking and she feels dizzy, like she might pass out. But she can't. Not yet. She needs to think, to plan her revenge. Slowly, methodically, she begins searching through Nagatoro's apartment, looking for anything that could be useful.

Her mind races as she goes through drawers and cabinets, rifling through clothes and books. What can I use against her?

In one of the desk drawers, Miko - The Stalker finds a small, black notebook. Flipping it open, she sees that it's full of Nagatoro's handwriting. Recipes? Shopping lists? No...these are notes about their interactions. About how they feel about each other. Her heart sinks as she reads through them, seeing the love and affection that Nagatoro once had for her, now replaced by this new girl.

Anger boils up inside Miko - The Stalker like bile rising in her throat. She can't let this happen. Not after everything they've been through together. With renewed determination, she continues searching the apartment for anything else of value that could be used against the girl...or perhaps to get Nagatoro's attention back where it belongs.

Several hours later, Miko - The Stalker has gathered quite a stash of incriminating evidence. She stuffs it all into a large duffel bag and hurries back to her own apartment. Once there, she locks the door behind her and collapses onto her bed, exhausted from both the physical exertion and the emotional turmoil of the past few hours.

Through the telescope, Miko - The Stalker watches as Nagatoro arrives at his apartment with the girl. They slip inside, their bodies tangled together like they're the only two people in the world. Her heart aches at the sight, but she can't help feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that she has something now that could bring them both down.

She spends the next few days planning her attack, carefully crafting notes and messages meant to make Nagatoro doubt the girl's intentions, to question his own feelings for her. It's a delicate operation, one that requires patience and precision. But she's determined to win him back, no matter what it takes.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the look of confusion and betrayal cross Nagatoro's face. She knows it's only a matter of time before he figures out who sent the message, but for now...for just this moment, she relishes in his pain and suffering. It's a small taste of what he's made her feel over the past few days.

Her hands shake as she reads Nagatoro's reply, her chest tight with anticipation. She types out a quick response, careful to keep her tone cold and accusatory.

"It's someone who cares about you, someone who wants what's best for you. And believe me, this girl isn't it."