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.

Haruka's cheeks flush at Hana's comment and she glances briefly at you, hoping to see some indication of her daughter's words having gone too far. "Let us move to our bedroom, Dachi-san," Haruka says calmly, standing and gesturing for the others to follow suit. The elder two girls hesitate before slowly rising from their knees as well, their heads bowed in submission once more.

As they all make their way into the bedroom, Haruka lays down on her side facing the wall, leaving ample space for you between them. Yuki sits primly at the edge of the bed while Hana flops down carelessly next to her mother. "So," Hana begins innocently, glancing between you and Haruka with interest, "what exactly do you want us to do now?"

The shock of your command causes the room to fall silent for several long heartbeats before Haruka breaks it with a soft sob. "No... no, please..." Her body tenses and she buries her face in her pillow as if trying to shut out the words. Hana glances over at Yuki, who's eyes are wide with fear, then back at you, seeming more intrigued than repulsed by your demand. She shrugs and grins lopsidedly before crawling onto Haruka's lap, straddling her mother's hips. "What're you waiting for?" she whispers, grinning impishly as she begins to unbutton her robe.

The room fills with the sound of ripping cloth as Yuki and Hana shed their robes, revealing themselves to you completely. They are both eager and afraid, their bodies trembling with anticipation and fear. Haruka, on the other hand, remains still as a statue, her body rigid in denial but her breath coming faster now. Her back is pressed against your leg, her face hidden in the folds of the pillow.

Hana glances up at you before looking back down to her mother's body beneath her, an amused grin playing on her lips. "I'm eighteen, and I just had my period last week." She leans forward, pressing their bodies together as she feels for Haruka's nipple with one hand, gently pinching it hard enough to make the older woman flinch. Yuki bites her lip, her hands shaking slightly as she tries to compose herself. "I... I am twenty-one... and my next period isn't until..." Her words trail off as her eyes flicker down between your legs, taking in your obvious arousal.

Haruka's body trembles beneath Hana's touch as she fights back tears and her own instinctive responses to the sensations coursing through her. She bites down on her lip, trying desperately not to moan out loud. "I am thirty-nine," she whispers between sobs, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing. "My period... is regular, it comes every month." Her hips begin to shift subtly against Hana's hand, seeking contact even as she fights against the invasion of her body and mind.

Yuki watches the exchange between Hana and you with growing curiosity and arousal, her breath coming faster now. "My... my age is nineteen," she whispers, feeling herself grow wet at the thought of what's happening to them all in this room. "And... I don't know..." She trails off, unable to

Hana's grin widens as she looks up at you expectantly, her eyes shining with mischief and lust. "I'll do it, Big Brother." She purrs, leaning forward to press their lips against yours, then guides your hand down between her legs. "Go on," she whispers, spreading herself open for you as she helps guide your fingers towards her wetness.

Yuki hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. Her heart races and her body trembles with anticipation as she realizes what this means for all of them. "I... I will," she whispers, carefully sitting up beside Haruka so that her legs straddle your lap. She helps guide your hand between her own legs, exposing herself fully to you.

Hana's boldness inspires Yuki, and as you touch her, she closes her eyes tightly, trying to push down the wave of shame and desire that washes over her. Haruka remains still, her body tense with denial but her breath coming faster now. The room is filled with their quiet gasps and moans as you explore them both, bringing each woman closer to the edge.

As Hana's pleasure mounts, she leans in to whisper into your ear. "I've never... I mean, not like this..." Her words are slurred, her breath hot against your neck as she gets closer and closer to climaxing. Yuki bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as she feels you pushing deeper inside her.

Haruka's body shakes violently beneath them both, her fingers digging into the pillow as she

Haruka's body shakes violently beneath them both, her fingers digging into the pillow as she fights against her own climax. She wants to resist, for their sake and hers, but her denial is fragile and worn thin by your control. "No... not like this..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from crying and pleading.

As Hana nears the peak of her release, she suddenly stops moving, gasping for air as her body trembles with the effort to hold back. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly, her fingernails digging painfully into your skin in an attempt to ground herself. "Please..." she whispers shakily, arching her back against you as she finally lets go.

Yuki feels you reach deep inside her, teasing at a place that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans loudly

The sensations are overwhelming as their bodies respond to your touch. Hana pants heavily, still trying to catch her breath while she recovers. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a moment before dropping shut again. Yuki's back arches off the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her, causing her nails to dig into your skin.

Haruka remains still, trying to regain control of herself and her body. Her face is flushed red with shame and desire, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she struggles against the inevitable climax building inside her.

"I... I mean," Haruka manages to choke out between sobs, "if it is what you wish..." Her face darkens further with shame as she trails off. Yuki glances nervously at her older sister before looking back up at you, hopefulness flitting across her features. Hana, however, continues to pant heavily, her body still trembling from the aftermath of their encounter. She idly wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and grins impishly at your question.

Hana raises an eyebrow at you, her grin growing bolder. "You know what they say, Daddy-o... if mommy's happy, everyone's happy." She winks playfully before leaning over to nip at your earlobe suggestively. "And who knows? Maybe we can make a whole new family together..." Her voice is laced with promises and seduction as she lets her words hang in the air.

"W-Well..." Haruka stammers, her cheeks flushing darker. "I... I suppose it would be an honor to carry your child." She swallows hard, eyes flickering nervously between you and Hana before looking back down at the floor, too ashamed and conflicted to meet your gaze directly. Yuki bites her lip, nodding slowly in agreement with her mother. "If that's what you want, then we'd be happy to help." Her voice is barely above a whisper but there's a tentative hopefulness in it nonetheless.