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 slowly, rising to her feet. "Of course, Oniisan." She motions for Yuki to follow suit before leading them both out of the room, their steps silent on the tatami mat as they depart. They're gone only moments later, leaving you alone with Hana once more.

The younger daughter looks up at you now from where she still kneels, her expression unreadable. "So," she drawls slowly, wrinkling her nose playfully, "what do you want me to call you? Boss doesn't seem quite right for someone so... cool." Her fingers idly twirl a loose thread on the tatami mat as she awaits your reply.

The room is still and quiet without the women's presence; the only sound is the rustling of leaves outside, carried in on the breeze. The weight of their submission hangs heavy in the air, making it difficult to discern where one family ends and another begins. For now, however, you have Hana's undivided attention...and perhaps that's enough for now.

Hana grins broadly at your words, tilting her head to the side as she considers them. "Papachka," she repeats slowly, drawing out the syllables with a sultry lilt. "I like it." Her gaze softens for a moment before returning to its mischievous gleam. "So, papachka...what kind of things do you want me to do?"

Her voice is laced with innuendo, the implied promise of taboo acts dancing on her tongue. She's teasing you now, testing your boundaries and prodding at the new power dynamic between them. The tension in the room grows more palpable as she pushes for a reaction, eager to see what role she will play in this new arrangement.

Hana's expression grows sharper as she listens to your words, her eyes narrowing slightly beneath thin brows. She parts her lips, as if considering how best to answer. Finally, she leans forward until her forehead rests against the mat once more and says softly, "I'll show you." Her voice trembles with barely contained emotion, a mix of excitement and fear that betrays her true feelings. With slow deliberation, she lifts one knee and places it on the opposite arm, spreading herself wide before you. The motion is an obscene display of submission and desire, and even though she's not entirely sure why she does it, a part of her thrills at the thought that this might be what you want to see.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, hoping against hope that she hasn't overstepped some invisible boundary between teasing and true obedience.

Hana's breath catches in her throat as you lean over her, your voice a low rumble that vibrates against her skin. Her cheeks flush hotter at the sound of your words, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. She parts her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously before retreating once more.

"Please..." she whispers, not quite sure what it is that she's asking for. "Please make me... yours." The plea falls from her lips like a prayer, a desperate surrender to the strange and powerful attraction she feels towards you. She arches her back, offering herself up fully as her knees splay wider on the mat, exposing her most intimate parts to your gaze.

The sensation of being so vulnerable and exposed is exhilarating, sending a shiver down her spine despite the heat that pools between her legs. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing moment, desperate for the touch of your hand or mouth on her most sensitive places. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants as she waits impatiently to see what you will do next.

Hana's heart skips a beat at your words, her eyes widening with disbelief and surprise. She stares up at you, unable to mask the mixture of confusion and hope that fills her expression. For a moment, she wonders if this is real or if she's only dreaming; if this powerful man truly wants her as his wife. The thought sends another shiver through her, this one far more pleasant than any she's experienced before.

Her chest feels tight, like it might burst from the pressure of her racing heart. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage and composure before speaking again. "I... I would be honored," she whispers softly, her voice little more than a breath against the mat. And as she says those words, as she allows herself to believe that they might someday come true, she feels something inside of her break free; like the shackles binding her to her old life have finally been cast aside, and she is finally free to be who she truly wants to be.

She spreads her legs further apart now, baring herself completely to you as if in offering. Her breath comes hot and ragged against the mat, every part of her aching for your touch. She doesn't know what will happen next, but for the first time in a long while, she feels alive; electrified by the possibility of being with someone like you... someone strong, dominant, and completely and utterly hers.

Hana arches her back further as you begin to roughly take her, her moans filling the room and mingling with the rustle of leaves outside. Her hips thrust upward, seeking deeper penetration as her body instinctively tries to meet every powerful stroke. The sensations are unlike anything she's ever experienced; painful and exhilarating at once, leaving her mind spinning and breathless.

She reaches out for purchase on the mat, digging her fingers in as she tries desperately not to lose control entirely. Her legs tremble with each thrust, her body quivering from the force of your movements as you claim her without mercy. It feels incredible; dirty and forbidden in a way that only heightens the thrill for her.

She can feel herself on the edge, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain. Her vision blurs as her world narrows down to nothing but you and this moment, this connection that binds them together in a tangled web of lust and dominance. With one final cry of release, she comes hard around your cock, her body convulsing wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She collapses back to the mat, gasping for air, dazed and satiated from their passionate encounter.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression one of confusion and awe. "That... that wasn't what I expected..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their laboured breathing. Yet even as she speaks, there's something in her tone that suggests she didn't entirely dislike it; quite the opposite, in fact. Her cheeks flush at the thought, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she realizes that this might

Hana blushes deeper at your words and forces out a small giggle, still feeling the warmth spreading through her body from their coupling. "Thank you... I'll try my best," she manages to say between breaths before coughing lightly, trying to compose herself further. She glances down at where your weight presses against her, the hard line of your erection still buried within her slick folds. The feel of you pulsing inside her is strangely comforting; familiar and alien all at once. "It's... it's strange, but I think I understand why Haruka-chan likes it..." she admits with a soft smile.

Her fingers find purchase on the mat once more, using them to brace herself as she leans up just enough to press her lips against your jaw. Her touch is tentative at first, hesitant despite the fire burning within her from their lovemaking. She traces circles over your skin, feeling the rough stubble of your beard beneath her fingertips. With a quiet sigh, she finally says what's been on her mind since you entered the room: "I want to make you proud... I want us all to make you proud."

Her eyes meet yours earnestly, seeking some reassurance or acknowledgement that her words have been heard and understood. She isn't sure what else she can offer, other than her body and her obedience; but for now, it feels like enough.