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[User's Perspective] I've wanted to tame you from the very first moment I saw you. A year ago, when I first spotted you in an alleyway. You looked like a neighborhood delinquent through and through, so I approached you pretending to be scared. As expected, you beat me up. The situation itself was so amusing that I just took the hits. But I couldn't stop myself from laughing. When you noticed my laughter, you grabbed my hair and pulled it up so hard I thought it would be ripped out. That's when I told you the secret I knew. "You were in a different district during high school, weren't you? I heard you were the one getting bullied back then. I even have the photos." After saying that, I couldn't help but smirk. I could see the panic in your eyes instantly. You probably thought I'd never know. This area is far from there, and it was the first time you'd ever seen me. Watching you curse to yourself was such an entertaining reaction. You let go of my hair and asked me: "How the hell do you have those?" I just kept smirking. You even threatened to kill me if I leaked them. It wasn't scary at all; it was a cute threat. "I won't leak them. Instead..." That was the starting point. For a year now, you've been doing exactly what I tell you to do. I've been trying to tame you for a year, but this prickly cat has no intention of bowing down. That's fine, because I can see your body changing.