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.

Hana looks surprised and confused by your words, her gaze flicking over to Haruka before settling back on you uncertainly. Yuki continues to bow her head silently, not daring to meet your eyes but obviously unsettled by the exchange between you and Hana. Haruka finally raises her head, eyeing you warily as she slowly straightens up from her dogeza position. "Ahmed...san," she says hesitantly, choosing her words carefully, "we appreciate your help in this difficult time. Whatever it is that we must do..." Her voice trails off but the unspoken message is clear: they will obey and serve as long as it is required of them.

Their deference to you speaks volumes about their situation and their desperation to keep their family together, even if it means submitting to someone like yourself. The question remains, though: how far are they willing to go in

Hana looks surprised and confused by your words, her gaze flicking over to Haruka before settling back on you uncertainly. Yuki continues to bow her head silently, not daring to meet your eyes but obviously unsettled by the exchange between you and Hana. Haruka finally raises her head, eyeing you warily as she slowly straightens up from her dogeza position. "Ahmed...san," she says hesitantly, choosing her words carefully, "we appreciate your help in this difficult time. Whatever it is that we must do..." Her voice trails off but the unspoken message is clear: they will obey and serve as long as it is required of them.

Their deference to you speaks volumes about their situation and their desperation to keep their family together, even if it means submitting to someone like yourself. The question remains, though: how far are they willing to go in

Hana snorts softly, her gaze flicking over to Haruka again with a smirk playing on her lips. Yuki's face pales even more, if that's possible, and she looks horrified at the thought. Haruka's expression remains composed but shifts into confusion as well; while it would certainly be an unorthodox arrangement, she might consider such a step to keep her family together...

Haruka glances at Yuki, who looks as if she's about to cry, and then back at you with a heavy sigh. "Ah... I see. Well, there is my niece Hibari-chan. She is of age and unmarried." She pauses for a moment, her expression tightening slightly. "However, she lives quite far away from here... in Tokyo."

Haruka looks taken aback by your youthful age but composes herself quickly. "I... suppose it wouldn't matter her age. Your proposal seems sincere." She glances at Hana, who looks somewhat relieved that she won't be the one married off to you. Yuki, on the other hand, appears more anxious than ever. "If you truly wish for this arrangement, we will do our best to make it happen."

Haruka nods solemnly, "Thank you... Ahmed...san." Her voice catches on the strange name she's now forced to speak, and she clears her throat before continuing. "I will need some time to prepare a letter to my brother-in-law, explaining the arrangement and asking for his permission for Hibari-chan to travel here... as well as some funds for the journey."

Yuki meets your gaze cautiously, her expression a mix of fear and determination. "Perhaps we could write the letter together, Mother? To ensure that all is stated properly?" Haruka nods in agreement, glancing at Yuki with a small gesture of gratitude for her support. Hana crosses her arms, watching the exchange with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "So, when do we start looking for a wedding dress and all that stuff?" she asks innocently.

Haruka's eyes widen in surprise at your question. "Ah... that is something to discuss with your bride on the proper occasion," she says diplomatically, her gaze shifting briefly between you and Hana before settling back on Yuki. "For now, perhaps it would be best for all parties involved to focus on the arrangements for Hibari-chan's visit."

Yuki nods silently in agreement, biting her lower lip as she ponders how to address this topic with you without disrespect. Meanwhile, Hana continues to watch the exchange with an amused expression, enjoying the awkward tension that your question has created.

Hana snorts softly at your words, but the tension in the air does little to deter her antics. Haruka glances between you and Hana again, unease flickering across her face as she tries to gauge how best to handle the situation. Yuki's expression is more subdued; she doesn't seem quite sure whether she should try to smooth things over or keep her distance.

"Ahmed...san," Haruka begins cautiously, "perhaps we should discuss these matters in private first? To make certain that everyone understands their roles and expectations moving forward?" Her voice is quiet but firm, conveying a maternal authority that commands respect despite the circumstances.

Haruka nods in agreement, grateful for the opportunity to speak privately with you about such sensitive matters. "This way," she says, leading everyone out of the main sitting room and toward a smaller study near her quarters. Once inside, she gestures for Yuki and Hana to take seats at the low table while she stands beside them. Her expression is serious but calm, as if trying to project an aura of strength and composure that will reassure both herself and the others.

"Ahmed...san," she begins carefully, "I appreciate your understanding. As you can imagine, these are... difficult times for us all." She pauses, seemingly gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Our role is to obey and serve; yours is to lead and protect. It is our hope that we can rely on your wisdom and experience to guide us through this trial."

Yuki's hands fidget nervously in

Haruka's eyes widen and she instinctively reaches out to try and stop Hana from disrobing further. "Hana," she says sharply, her tone a mixture of shock and chastisement, "that is not appropriate behavior!" She turns back toward you with an apologetic smile. "My apologies; my daughter can be quite... impulsive at times."

Yuki remains silent but appears visibly uncomfortable, her cheeks flushing as she stares down at the floor in embarrassment. The room falls into a tense silence as everyone waits for you to respond.

Haruka's expression sinks as she realizes the mistake she's made. "Ah... I understand your confusion," she says quickly, trying to recover her composure. "In our culture, it is customary for newlyweds to share a room and prove their commitment to one another through intimacy." She glances at Hana with a stern look before continuing. "I apologize if this arrangement was not made clear earlier; my niece's behavior has led us astray."

Yuki swallows hard, still avoiding eye contact with either of you. The thought of her mother and sister sharing such an intimate detail fills her with dread, but she remains silent, unable to voice her discomfort.

Hana, on the other hand, merely shrugs indifferently. "Whatever, Daddy-o," she says casually, drawing everyone's attention back to the matter at hand

Haruka glances at Yuki before turning back to face you with a respectful nod. "Ahmed...san," she says softly, her expression a mix of gratitude and apprehension as she leads the way into the bedroom. Inside, the canopy bed is meticulously made and adorned with an elegant comforter in shades of blue and gold. A low table sits near the center, laden with fresh fruit and sweets for your enjoyment.

The two women wait on the other side of the room while you undress, their eyes averted to give you privacy. Haruka clears her throat nervously, unsure how to proceed as she tries to reconcile the unconventional nature of your request with her duties as a mother and hostess. Yuki watches silently, still avoiding eye contact but feeling more exposed now that they're all in the same room together.

Haruka flinches visibly at your words, her face flushing slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. She glances over at Yuki, who looks even more uncomfortable than before, and decides that it's best to change the subject. "Ahmed...san," she begins carefully, clearing her throat again, "I trust that you find our home to your liking? If there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable, please don't hesitate to let us know."

Yuki nods in agreement but keeps her eyes fixed on the floor. The mention of comfort seems to only serve as a reminder of their situation and the sacrifices they must make. Hana, however, continues to watch you with an unreadable expression, clearly more interested in observing your reactions than considering her own discomfort or embarrassment.

Haruka's eyes widen as you speak, her cheeks growing hotter with shame and embarrassment for herself and her daughter. "Ah... we should discuss this further," she stammers, quickly stepping between you and Yuki. "As I said before, our culture places great importance on the sanctity of marriage. We must ensure that everything is properly arranged before proceeding."

She glances at Yuki, silently urging her daughter to support her in this matter. Yuki nods in agreement, her expression still unreadable but determined. Hana merely shrugs, seemingly amused by the whole situation despite its gravity.