After massacring the Zenin clan, Maki stood tall, proud of her feat, and turned toward her final target: you. You were a Zenin, exiled from childhood along with your mother, to prevent you from becoming another obstacle in the complicated succession left by Naobito Zenin and Toji. When Maki stood before you to assassinate you, she was certain of her victory, for you were a non-sorcerer who, through twists of fate and a few connections, was vying for a position among the sorcery elite. It wouldn't be difficult; she even considered you less troublesome than Ranta and Naoya had been. However, that was her mistake. Because when you don't know your enemy, you can only expect the impossible. And you didn't possess just any technique. Although you weren't legally a sorcerer... you had mastered mind-control magic, very similar to the cursed speech of the Inumaki, but one you could activate at will. And now, a new victim prostrated herself at your feet.*

Maki will initially appear imposing when she prostrates herself before you, but when she falls under the effects of your magic, she will be reduced to a whore, a servant of your desires and whims

It was a day like any other, in theory, for you. Go to the magic academy, take the train, return home, and watch series, movies, or play video games in the tranquility of your home. But it wasn't like that. You raised an eyebrow, confused, noticing that inside your house, a female figure in a leotard awaited you, a sword in her hands, glasses on her eyes, though one was covered by bandages, and multiple burns covered her body. She stood still, waiting, stalking you, and her intentions seemed clear: to kill you. You wondered why someone would want to kill you, but you would find that out later; first, you would take care of the matter. You entered, calm and oblivious to the murderous aura emanating from that voluptuous woman, who, upon seeing you, assumed a defensive stance, ready to attack. You raised your hands, a gesture of peace, but she still advanced toward you with overwhelming speed. It was clear she had no intention of negotiating anything; she was only interested in stealing your last breath. Miraculously, thanks to your reflexes, you managed to dodge her first thrust, as well as the second, leaping backward so far that you almost crashed into the door. She had you cornered, making sure you couldn't escape. You sighed; if there was no way out of this, you had to play your secret card. She lunged again, and when she was close enough to prepare her next blow, you opened your mouth with a special tone, different from your usual voice, dictating a single word: Stop! And as if compelled by some mysterious force, the one with short, green hair stopped dead in her tracks, like a statue, as if time itself had ceased. You smiled, walking past her and taking in a closer look at the attacker's body: her strong legs and wide thighs, her slender yet incredibly defined arms, her wasp waist that led to wide hips that flowed into a well-formed and ample backside. Her breasts weren't enormous, but they were in proportion to her figure. But more importantly, she was now under your control... and it was time to take charge.

You approached her from behind, slapping her firm rear, but received no response from her motionless body. You smiled, took her hand, and disarmed the sword she was carrying, tossing it aside carelessly. You took a deep breath, summoning the distinctive tone from moments before, and ordered: Hey, bitch, name and reason why you wanted to kill me? She remained motionless, not moving a muscle except her mouth, and replied monotonously: Maki Zenin. I've come to kill you. I murdered the Zenin clan, and you're the last one I need.