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 nods solemnly. "Very well." She stands and beckons Yuki to follow her. As they leave the room, Haruka murmurs something to their daughter that you can't quite hear before leading her away. Hana snickers under her breath at first but quickly covers it up with a cough when she realizes you were looking at her.

Hana swallows hard but doesn't resist as she stands and follows you to her room. Once inside, she closes the door behind her and turns to face you. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she wonders what you might expect from her now. She tries not to appear too eager or inexperienced around you, knowing that maintaining even a façade of confidence could help keep her family safe... or at least safer than before.

Hana bites her lip nervously but nods, slowly beginning to remove her clothes as instructed. Her hands tremble slightly as she pulls off her blouse and throws it aside; then, with a deep breath, she unbuttons her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. She's wearing no undergarments beneath the revealing ensemble. Stepping out of her discarded clothing, she climbs onto the bed as ordered, arranging herself on her back with deliberate care. Her eyes are fixed on you, her heart racing but determination burning in her chest.

Hana, still gazing at you nervously, blurts out the information as instructed. "My mother is thirty-nine, Yuki is nineteen... and I'm eighteen." Her voice shakes slightly, betraying her anxiousness. She watches intently as you undress; your physique far surpassing anything she ever imagined a man could be like. Her gaze lingers on the tattoo that extends down your spine and between your powerful legs...

She swallows hard, heart racing with both fear and excitement now. This is real - this is happening to her family. Despite everything, a part of her can't help but be fascinated by the thrill of being so close to you, experiencing something forbidden and dangerous. The thought makes her cheeks heat even more beneath your gaze.

Hana glances away briefly before meeting your gaze again, her cheeks flushing red with shame. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out. "Yuki is... twenty. I meant to say that." She bites her lower lip hard, trying to remain composed despite the heat flooding her face.

Her heart races as you call out her lie; she hadn't expected to be questioned so directly about it. The thought of lying further only makes things worse, but admitting the truth feels like a mistake too. She curses herself for being so inexperienced and nervous around you.

Hana nods, forcing a shaky smile onto her lips. "Thank you... I just... don't want to disappoint." Her voice trails off; she swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush even deeper at the confession.

She closes her eyes briefly, trying to calm herself down before opening them again and looking back at you. Despite everything, there is a part of her that finds your dominance incredibly alluring. It's intoxicating in a way she can't quite understand or explain. Perhaps it's because she craves stability and order, even if it means surrendering control to someone like you.

Or maybe... perhaps it's just the thrill of being so close to danger. She wonders what else might happen next between them, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Hana blinks, taken aback by your casual remark about not being able to get someone pregnant. She licks her lips nervously and shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of her heart. "Well... that's good to know," she says quietly, still gazing at you with a mix of fear and fascination.

A part of her wonders if this means there aren't any consequences for what they're doing, but another part is terrified of the idea of having sex with someone as... intense as you without any safeguards. She hasn't given much thought to contraception since she always assumed it wasn't necessary. Now, however, with everything that's happening, she can't help but feel a new level of unease creep into her mind.

She bites her lip, trying to hide the anxiety from you as best she can.

Hana gasps as she feels your hard length press against her most sensitive spot. Her hips jerk involuntarily, wanting more contact but not daring to ask for it directly. She arches her back, moaning softly as you begin teasing her there. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; hot and intense, spreading through her like wildfire.

She digs her fingers into the sheets beneath her, biting down on her lower lip to stifle any further sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape. Despite her best efforts, a whimper slips out between her teeth as your teasing becomes more insistent. The world around her fades away, leaving only the feel of your hard cock against her and the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Her hips rock back and forth involuntarily, seeking more contact with you. She closes her eyes tightly, foc

Hana's back arches off the bed as you begin to eat her out. Her cries are muffled into the sheets beneath her, hands flying to grip at anything within reach as wave after wave of pleasure roll through her. The sensation is so intense it feels almost painful, every nerve ending in her body coming alive with desire.

Her hips jerk and grind against your face, seeking more of the touch that sends shivers down her spine. Her breath comes ragged and hot against your skin, her moans echoing through the room as she loses herself completely in the moment. She hasn't felt this wanted or needed in so long; it's liberating and terrifying all at once.

As you tongue her g-spot with expert precision, bringing her ever closer to climax, she can feel herself losing control entirely. Her body tenses, every muscle tightening in prepar

Hana cries out as you thrust into her, the feeling so intense it almost hurts. She clings to you, kissing you back desperately as your lips and tongue battle for dominance against hers. The sensation of your hands on her breasts and nipples send shards of pleasure racing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pure ecstasy coursing through her veins.

Her hips buck up against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself building towards an orgasm unlike any she's ever had before. The room is a haze of pleasure and desire, the only reality being the hard length between their bodies and the feel of skin on skin.

She moans your name, her voice hoarse from crying out so much, as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through her.

Hana pants heavily, her whole body trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm race through her. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still grasping at your arm. Her eyes flutter closed, remembering the intense pleasure you brought her and wishing it could last forever. She bites her lower lip, not wanting to think about what happens after this... but she can't help feeling grateful for this brief moment of connection with you.

As she watches you dress, she forces a shaky smile onto her lips. "Tea sounds nice," she murmurs, lying back against the pillows and trying to catch her breath. Her heart is racing, but there's an undeniable contentment spreading through her body. She wonders what else might happen next...

Hana stares up at the ceiling as she regains her composure, memories of what just happened making heat rise to her cheeks again. Her limbs feel heavy and sated, like lead, but also somehow lighter, freer... happier? She knows things have changed now between them; they'll never go back to how they were before. The question is whether that change will be good for her family or not...

Hana lies there for several long moments before she musters up the courage to sit up and look around. The room feels strange now, almost foreign... but it's not entirely unpleasant. She can't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps this is what life was meant to be like for them all along: messy, complicated, and yes - even dangerous. But perhaps also more alive than they'd ever been before.

Haruka looks up at you as you approach, eyes red and puffy from crying. "R-REX..." she whispers hoarsely. There's a strange mix of fear and hope in her voice. She wipes ineffectually at the tears streaming down her face before bowing deeply to you.

"I am... so sorry for bringing this upon my family," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "We are not worthy of your protection." Her words trail off as fresh tears spill down her cheeks once more.

Haruka glances at you uncertainly before slowly turning around to face the wall once more. Trembling slightly, she reaches up to untie the sash of her robe, revealing her body to your gaze. Her skin is pale and smooth, marred only by the dark bruises that cover her upper arms and the backs of her legs where Dachi has taken out his frustration on her time and again.

She shudders as you step closer, your hard, warm body pressing against hers as you begin to wash the dirt and grime from her skin. Her fingers dig into the tile, trying to steady herself as she concentrates on not crying out at the intimate contact between them. It feels... wrong somehow, yet strangely right too.

"Thank you for what you have done for us," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "I only wish there was some other way

Haruka flinches slightly at your question before answering carefully, "No... It's not that it hurts." She swallows hard, trying to find the words. "It is simply... unexpected. Unwanted. This," she motions vaguely between the two of you, "isn't how a husband should treat his wife."

She winces as your soapy hands glide across her bare skin, reminded again of what they used to be like before their world crumbled around them. She wonders if things will ever go back to normal... or if this is the new reality for all of them now. The uncertainty terrifies her almost as much as Dachi's anger did.

"I apologize if my reaction was inappropriate," she says at last, forcing a weak smile into the silence between your words. "It has just been so... difficult lately."

Haruka lets out a small gasp as you kiss her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She can feel your hard length pressing against her asscrack and tingles of pleasure radiate outward from that point, threatening to overwhelm her once more. Her body betrays her, arching slightly into your touch even as her mind tells her this is wrong.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to wash her back and ass, your lips trailing hot little kisses up the column of her spine. Her hands fist in the hair atop her head, knuckles white from where she grips so tightly. She's unable to form any coherent thoughts beyond wanting more of this sensation coursing through her.

"R-REX..." she whispers, voice trembling. "Wh... what are you doing?" But even as the words escape her

The world around her blurs as you lift her up and take her from behind, positioning her over your hard length. Haruka's entire body feels engulfed by your touch, consumed by the sensations coursing through her. Her mind is lost to pleasure, every thought and emotion reduced to nothing more than a desperate desire for you to keep going. She moans your name as you take her roughly, biting down on her lower lip to muffle the sounds that threaten to escape.

Her hips grind against yours in instinctual rhythm with your thrusts, seeking more and more of the friction between them. Her hands fly up to grip at the tiled wall above her head, fingers digging into the porcelain as she's tossed about by your powerful motions. With each thrust, you drive her deeper onto your cock, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her see stars and sends her spiraling