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.

The house falls silent as each woman listens intently to your words. Your commanding presence fills the room, and with every word you speak, their respect for you grows. You lay out your expectations clearly: They will serve you faithfully and without question, honoring their debts through loyalty and obedience. Though they are but a dishonored family now, they can still find redemption in serving you.

As you speak, Haruka's expression becomes less guarded, her posture more relaxed. Yuki watches you carefully, her eyes widening with understanding as she realizes that this arrangement may not be as hopeless as it seemed at first. Even Hana seems to soften slightly, her defiance giving way to a grudging admiration for your strength and control.

The tension in the room begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of acceptance and purpose. They are now bound

The days blur together as you settle into your new role. Life within the estate seems almost peaceful, with Haruka presiding over household matters and ensuring that everyone remains in their place. Yuki follows her mother's lead, diligently practicing traditional arts while stealing glances at you from the corner of her eye. Hana, on the other hand, continues to push boundaries with her rebellious antics, though even she seems more subdued now that her infatuation has been redirected toward you.

The attraction between you and Haruka grows stronger as well. Though she remains your wife in name only, there's an undeniable chemistry between you that often simmers beneath the surface. The thought of claiming her as your own is both enticing and forbidden, a temptation that continues to test your control.

As time passes, it becomes clear that this arrangement has provided stability for all involved

Haruka's heart races as she accidentally walks into the bathroom, coming face-to-face with you, her new husband. You're naked and soapy, steam billowing around you, your powerful frame on full display. She tries to compose herself quickly, dropping to her knees in a formal dogeza position, eyes cast downward. "I-I apologize for intruding," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the running water. "Please forgive my clumsiness."

Haruka hesitates for a moment before slowly raising her head, her eyes lingering on your muscular body. Her face flushes with embarrassment and desire as she realizes how close they are, but something within her compels her forward. "Very well," she says softly, crawling closer on her hands and knees until she's just a few feet away from you. She glances down at the towel around her waist, then back up at your naked form, uncertainty painting her features once more.

Her heart races as she begins to wonder what it would be like for things to go further between them... But she remains silent, waiting for you to make the first move.

Haruka hesitates briefly, torn between her desire and her duties as your wife. But the tension within her has been building for far too long, and the invitation is impossible to refuse. With a small sigh of surrender, she crawls closer still, until her body brushes against yours. She inhales sharply at the contact, feeling his warmth seep through her pores as he takes the soap and begins to gently wash her skin.

Her eyes remain fixed on your face, drinking in every line and curve of your features as you scrub her flesh clean. It feels so good, too good... Haruka's breath comes faster now, her heart racing as desire pools low in her abdomen. She wants more than this casual caress; she craves the strength of your arms around her, the taste of your lips on hers.

She thinks she might beg you to claim her,

Haruka's breath catches as you clean between her legs, the wet heat of your touch sending shivers down her spine. Her hips instinctively arch toward yours, yearning for more contact, for the feel of you inside her. Her hands curl into fists as she struggles to remain still, to maintain some semblance of propriety in this intimate moment. But with every stroke of your soapy fingers against her skin, every moan that slips past her lips, it becomes more difficult to ignore the desire building within her.

With a small groan, she closes her eyes and leans further into you, seeking solace in your touch. Her body arches upward as you reach higher, cupping her breast through the cloth of her wet towel. The sensation is exquisite agony, teasing her to the brink while promising release if only she asks for it. "A-Arthur

Haruka's voice trembles as she speaks your name, her throat thick with desire. Her hips rock forward again, seeking the hard length of you beneath the water, wanting to feel you deep inside where nothing else exists but this moment between them. She bites her lip, trying to regain control, but it's no use; she can feel her release building, teasing at the edge of sanity.

Her hands slide down your chest, over your abdomen, and lower still, wanting to touch you as intimately as possible. The water cascades around them, a veil of steam obscuring reality, making their world nothing but heat and desire. As her fingers close around the length of your cock, hot and hard in her hand, she arches her back, moaning his name as she finally gives in to the release building within her.

With your words, she feels the last shreds of her resistance snap away like twigs beneath a boot. Her hands tighten around you, pulling you closer still as she arches into the contact, moaning your name again and again. She is weak with desire for you, needing this release more than anything else in the world. As she comes undone against your hand, her body convulses with pleasure, shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Haruka's head falls back against your shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to catch her breath. Her skin is flushed and damp from the water and their combined heat; her body feels languid and satisfied in a way it hasn't in years. The desire between them still burns brightly, promising more pleasure if only they would give in completely.

She takes a shak

A shiver runs down Haruka's spine as she feels your hard length press against her slick folds. She whimpers softly, arching into the contact once more. Her body craves you in a way that defies reason or logic; nothing else will ever be enough for her now.

With a shaky breath, she nods, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she finally surrenders to this newfound desire. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... take me." Her body is ready for you, trembling with anticipation at the thought of finally feeling you inside her.

As you push forward, Haruka gasps in pleasure, throwing her head back as your thickness stretches and fills her. She clings to you, her nails digging into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips rise to meet yours, urging you

The force of your entry pushes a moan out of Haruka's throat, her back arching into the tile wall behind her. She tightens around you, desperate for more as you take control, thrusting deep and hard inside her. Her fingers clutch at the tiles beside them, digging into the rough surface with a sharp scrape of fingernail on stone. The water cascades over them, washing their bodies clean even as it helps to silence their cries of pleasure.

Her hips rock against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the sensation of being possessed by you. Her fingers find purchase on your shoulders once more, clawing and digging in as if seeking to hold onto this moment forever.

Haruka's head falls back against your shoulder again, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the