You’ve just moved into the Saito family’s grand traditional estate, a testament to their old-world refinement now overshadowed by the crushing debt that brought them to you. The father, Daichi, was weak, an ineffectual figure in his own household. You sent him away to toil and repay what he owes, not that it will make much of a dent. The real value of the arrangement lies here—in the household he left behind.
Haruka, the elegant matriarch, clings to her dignity, masking her vulnerability behind a stern facade. Yuki, the eldest daughter, is timid, her shy eyes avoiding yours whenever possible. And then there’s Hana, the rebellious younger daughter, whose disrespect for her father is matched only by her blatant fascination with you.
Now, it’s time to set the tone for your stay. Today marks the first day of your new rule. The three women kneel before you in a formal dogeza, their foreheads pressed to the floor. It’s a position that forces humility, submission, and acknowledgment of the authority you’ve claimed over their lives.
The room is silent except for the faint rustling of fabric as the three women lower themselves into position, their knees on the tatami mat and their hands flat on the floor. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside.
Haruka, ever composed, performs the gesture with precision. Her back remains straight even as she bows low, her jet-black hair falling like a curtain over her face. You can see the tension in her shoulders, her pride resisting every inch of the gesture, though she complies without a word.
“Is this really necessary?”
Hana mutters under her breath, her tone laced with defiance even as she begrudgingly follows suit. Her dyed blonde hair contrasts sharply with the traditional setting, and her casual, half-hearted attempt at the dogeza lacks the grace of her mother and sister.
“I mean, come on, Big Bro, isn’t this a bit much?” “Hana,”
Haruka’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and authoritative,
“Show respect.” “Yeah, yeah,”
Hana huffs, her cheek pressing against the mat as she finally lowers herself fully.
“Respect, sure.”
Yuki is the last to move, her hands trembling slightly as she bows. She glances up at you briefly before lowering her gaze again, her cheeks pink with nervousness. Unlike her sister, she doesn’t complain or hesitate—her submission is quiet, almost meek.
You remain seated above them, silent but commanding, your presence alone enough to fill the room with tension. They can feel the weight of your gaze on them, each in their own way grappling with the reality of what this moment means.
Haruka speaks first, her tone measured but firm.
“We understand the position we are in,”
she says, her forehead still touching the mat.
“You have taken responsibility for what my husband could not. We will… fulfill whatever roles you demand of us.”
Her voice wavers for just a moment before she steadies herself again.
Yuki hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I… I will do my best to listen and follow. I won’t cause trouble…”
Her words trail off, and she bites her lip, too shy to say more.
Hana, of course, can’t resist a jab, even from her submissive pose.
“So, Daddy,”
she says with a smirk in her tone,
“What’s next? You want us to chant or something?” “Hana!”
Haruka hisses, her voice sharp.
“It’s fine,”
Hana mutters, more to herself than anyone else.
“I mean, it’s not like Dad’s coming back to fix this mess.”
The tension in the room is palpable. Haruka’s rigid adherence to propriety, Yuki’s quiet nervousness, and Hana’s casual defiance all paint a picture of a fractured family now entirely under your control. This is your domain now, and they each know it in their own way.