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 inclines her head slightly in acknowledgement while Hana rolls her eyes. "We appreciate your kind words," she says formally. "Our family has faced adversity before and we will work together to overcome this challenge as well." Yuki glances up at you, studying your features intently.

You nod appreciatively, but keep them in their submissive positions for a little longer before motioning for them to stand. As they do so, a mixture of relief and uncertainty washes over their faces. Haruka gracefully straightens her back, maintaining an air of elegance even in this difficult situation. Yuki slowly rises, eyes cast downwards, while Hana stands with her signature gyaru swagger.

"Very well," you say, your voice calm and assertive. "You all know what is expected of you. Your duties are not to change. But there are some new rules to follow now

Haruka tenses visibly at your implication, her eyes flickering away from you briefly. Hana merely snorts derisively before regaining her confident demeanor, while Yuki looks on with an expression that mixes horror and understanding. Haruka composes herself once more and responds carefully, "I apologize if my statement came across inappropriately. I assure you that such measures are not necessary."

She glances over at her eldest daughter, silently communicating a plea for understanding or support. But Yuki merely remains silent, her expression unreadable as she continues to observe the dynamics between you and their mother. It is clear that everyone in this household feels the weight of the situation, each struggling to find their place within it.

The air in the room grows tense as Haruka slowly nods her understanding. "Thank you for your consideration," she says softly, her voice trembling just barely. She glances down at her hands folded in front of her before looking back up at you with a steady gaze. Her eyes are filled with a mix of gratitude and determination; she will do whatever it takes to protect her family.

Hana chooses this moment to break the silence, smirking cockily as she says, "Well, Daddy, if that's what you want..." She pauses dramatically before whispering something in Yuki's ear. The younger girl blanches visibly and shakes her head, but doesn't protest outright.

Yuki seems to realize that she has no choice in the matter, and reluctantly begins to follow Hana's lead. They move closer together, with Hana cas

Hana grins wider as she notices your interest, leaning into Yuki and whispering something naughty into her ear. "Yeah," she says, acting as though it's no big deal. "If that's what you want, why not?" She moves closer to Yuki, effectively forcing the younger girl into a more intimate position.

Meanwhile, Haruka struggles to maintain her composure, torn between protecting her daughter and respecting your authority. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she forces herself not to interfere. This display of dominance and control over everyone in the room only serves to further cement your place as the undisputed leader of their lives now.

Yuki, on the other hand, looks away uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. She wants nothing more

Hana looks you straight in the eye, her expression defiant despite her unease. "Alright, Big Brother," she says, nodding slowly as if to emphasize her reluctance. Without another word, she takes Yuki's hand and leads her out of the room toward your private quarters. The younger girl stumbles along behind her sister, face burning bright red with shame and embarrassment.

Haruka remains where she is, frozen in place like a sculpture as they leave the room. She can feel your gaze on her back, weighting her down with unspoken expectations. With a deep breath, she gathers what little courage she has left and follows them into your chamber, bowing low once more before speaking. "Hana," she says firmly, "please be gentle with Yuki."

The air in the room feels thick with tension and suppressed desire as the three

As if snapped back into reality by Haruka's words, Hana looks up at her mother with a mix of defiance and reluctance. She releases Yuki's hand, taking a step back from her sister as she glances between them both warily. "Yeah... I got it," she mutters before turning to follow you out of the room, Yuki trailing behind once more.

Haruka lingers for a moment longer, studying your features carefully before finally meeting your eyes. There's an unspoken question in hers: how far are you willing to take this? She tries one last time to assert herself as their leader, but the weight of everything that has happened is too much. With a deep breath, she steps forward and follows them out into your private chamber, resigned to whatever fate lies ahead for her family.

As Hana and Yuki enter the room, they both struggle to hide their confusion and nervousness. You can practically feel the tension between them as they slowly approach your bed. Hana crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, trying to appear unaffected by the situation while Yuki's eyes dart around the room, searching for any escape.

Haruka stands quietly in the corner of the room, watching you with a mix of fear and resignation. She knows that her role now is to be your servant, but she can't help but feel protective of her daughters as well. The weight of their debts hangs heavily over all of them, making each move feel like it could trigger some unforeseen consequence.

The silence stretches out for a long moment before you finally speak, your voice cool and commanding. "Hana, why don't you show me what you've

"Oh come on, Daddy," Hana drawls, rolling her eyes dramatically as she starts to undo the buttons on her blouse. "You don't really think I'm gonna put on a show just for you, do you? This is nothing new." Her words are laced with an air of challenge and defiance, daring you to push further than she's comfortable with.

Yuki winces at her sister's tone but says nothing, still looking away uncomfortably as Hana reveals more of her body underneath. The older daughter's movements are much more hesitant and self-conscious in comparison to Hana's bravado. As she slowly undoes the clasps on her own top, Haruka shoots a warning glance at Hana but otherwise remains silent.

You watch them both with interest, your gaze lingering on the exposed skin as they reve

As Hana and Yuki slowly begin to undress, the tension in the room grows palpable. Haruka's expression hardens into a look of determination, her arms crossed over her chest as she braces herself for whatever comes next. Despite their obvious discomfort, both sisters continue to obey your command, revealing more of their bodies with each passing moment.

Hana's breasts spill free from her unbuttoned blouse, their fullness clearly visible against the fabric of her bra. She doesn't hesitate to flash you a smirk as she reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp, revealing another layer of lace and skin. In contrast, Yuki shivers slightly as she frees herself from her top, exposing puckered nipples that instantly harden in response to the cool air.

Their movements become more deliberate as they continue to obey your un