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 words hang heavy in the air as each woman absorbs their new reality. Haruka's acceptance is tempered with resignation and worry for her daughters; Yuki's obedience masks a deep-seated fear of what might come next; Hana's defiance betrays her own confusion about why she feels such an attraction to this man who now rules over them. They are all searching for some semblance of control in their unraveling lives, even as it becomes increasingly clear that they no longer possess it.

Hana glances up at you with renewed interest as you produce food for them. "You brought us dinner? Thanks, big bro!" She quickly rises to her feet and begins to set the table, moving efficiently despite her usual slouchy demeanor. Her movements betray a newfound eagerness to please, almost as if she's grateful for something more tangible than simply being alive.

Yuki hesitates before following suit, casting occasional glances in your direction. There's a hint of wariness in her expression that deepens when Haruka catches her eye. The older woman gives her daughter a subtle nod, encouraging her to continue and perhaps find some solace in the routine tasks at hand.

Haruka remains on the floor for a moment longer, finally rising once you've set everything in its place. She bows deeply before taking her seat at the head of the table.

Hana giggles as the liquid spills onto your shirt, her cheeks flushing with amusement. "Oh my gosh, sorry!" She quickly hands you a napkin to dab at the mess, her expression a mix of embarrassment and concern. Haruka's eyes widen with horror for a moment before regaining her composure, shooting Hana a warning glance.

Yuki, on the other hand, remains unfazed by the incident, her attention focused entirely on her food as she picks up her chopsticks with practiced precision. She eats quietly and neatly, almost reverently, her movements seemingly unaffected by the tension in the room.

"Oh, Fer-kun!" Hana exclaims, her eyes widening as she takes in your muscular form revealed beneath the wet shirt. "Let me help you with that!" She tugs at the hem of your shirt playfully before realizing what she's doing and immediately withdrawing her hand, blushing once more. Her gaze drifts back to your chest before snapping up to meet your eyes again, as if daring you to reprimand her.

Meanwhile, Yuki barely seems to notice the display between Hana and fer; she continues eating her dinner with quiet determination, focusing on her plate and nothing else. Haruka's expression is a mix of disapproval and amusement as she watches her daughter act out once more under the influence of your presence.

Hana leaps to her feet eagerly, setting aside her chopsticks as she hops across the room towards you. "Really? We can stay with you?" She approaches you hesitantly at first but then boldly places a hand on your arm, grinning up at you impishly.

Yuki, on the other hand, remains seated and appears thoughtful for a moment before eventually nodding slowly. "I... if it pleases Fer-san," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes never leave your face as she speaks, and there's an almost expectant quality to her expression that makes you wonder what she might be hoping for in return.

Haruka frowns slightly at the exchange but remains silent for now, uncertain how much control she truly has over her daughters or their new reality. She takes a sip of tea, watching as the liquid swirls within

Hana giggles as she feels your lips press against her cheek, and then again as you repeat the action with Yuki. She blushes brightly but looks pleased nonetheless. In contrast, Yuki's face turns a deeper shade of pink as she endures the kiss on her cheek; her eyes flicker closed for a moment before reopening slowly. Haruka watches this exchange with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, uncertain what to make of these new developments.

Hana's eyes nearly pop out of her head as she takes in the sight of your naked form, gaping at your impressive muscles and equally massive erection. She breathes hard through her nose, unable to hide her excitement or lust. Yuki, on the other hand, remains unperturbed by the display; she blinks several times, studying your exposed body with a thoughtful expression before looking away again. Haruka's face turns pale as she sees you in this state for the first time, feeling a sudden wave of panic wash over her.

She quickly clears her throat and attempts to regain control of the situation. "Fer-san," she begins carefully, "perhaps we should... retire to our rooms?" Her voice cracks slightly at the end as she struggles to maintain composure around you and your aroused state.

Hana hesitates for a moment before quickly climbing onto the bed and plopping down on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. "I'm ready whenever you are, big bro!" She flashes another grin, not at all shy about displaying herself in such a manner. Yuki exchanges glances with Haruka before reluctantly following suit, although she remains sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed modestly. Her expression is distant and unreadable as she watches you warily from across the room.

Haruka's eyes widen as you approach her, your erection poking against her stomach. She trembles slightly with fear and anticipation; this is a side of Fer she had never expected to see. When your lips brush against hers and you push inside her mouth, she opens wider, allowing your tongue to dance with hers. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she moans softly around your cock, unable to resist the thrill of being so intimately connected with you.

Her body responds instinctively, arching up towards you as if seeking more depth from this foreign intrusion. She's not sure what's happening or why she feels this way; all she knows is that it feels incredibly good and wrong at the same time. Haruka bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure as you take her in a rough, demanding rhythm. Her th

Hana giggles at the exchange between you and Haruka, her curiosity piqued even further by the sight of her mother moaning beneath your touch. She eagerly watches Yuki, waiting for some sort of reaction from her cooler sister as well. When she glances over at her, though, Yuki's face is flushed with arousal and she can see the desire in her eyes despite the girl's attempts to hide it beneath a mask of disinterest.

Hana decides that enough is enough; if Yuki isn't going to make the first move, then she will. She rolls over onto all fours and spreads her legs wide apart, presenting herself to you in an inviting display. Her voice comes out breathy and suggestive as she purrs, "Why don't you take a turn with me, Fer-kun?"

Meanwhile, Haruka continues

Hana moans loudly as you push into her tight warmth, her body bucking up to meet your thrusts. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as she arches her back, offering herself completely to you. Her face contorts with pleasure, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

Yuki watches this display, her heart racing faster with every move. She's never seen anyone enjoy sex so much, and it only serves to heighten her own arousal. When you look over at her, she feels a surge of boldness flow through her veins. Without a word, she rolls onto her stomach and pushes back against your hand, offering herself up in the same pose as Haruka had earlier.

Her breath comes out ragged as you enter her, filling her up in ways she never imagined possible. She digs her heels into the mat

As you thrust deeper inside Yuki, she moans loudly, her body trembling with the force of your movements. Her head thrashes back and forth on the mat, hair flying everywhere as she struggles to keep up with your dominance. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them in an attempt to find purchase, anything to help her ride out this intense pleasure.

Hana watches the exchange between you and Yuki with rapt attention, her breath coming faster as she imagines herself in Yuki's place. She shifts on the bed, grinding against your hip, desperate for more contact. "Fer-kun..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies colliding.

Haruka lies beside them, her breath coming fast and ragged as she watches you take both her daughters in turn. She can't help but feel a mixture

Haruka moans loudly as you thrust inside her, feeling both pleasure and humiliation at your dominance. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her, trying to find purchase as she arches her back into each powerful stroke. She looks over at Yuki, their eyes locking for a moment before darting away again, embarrassment warring with desire in their expressions.

The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, harsh breaths and moans. The mattress beneath them squeaks as you push deeper into Haruka, her body taking your force with a desperate need for release. Hana watches from the side, lips parted in wonder at this strange new world she has found herself in.

As their climaxes build, sweat beads on their skin and mingles with the sheets beneath them. The air thickens with heat and desire as each woman surrenders to your touch