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.
"Good." You grin, enjoying the tension in the room as much as their obvious fear. "Then perhaps we should begin with some introductions. I am," you pause for effect, "Hana's new daddy." Your gaze shifts to her, studying her reaction. A small smile creeps across her lips before she lets out a soft chuckle. "Glad one of us is enjoying this," she mutters, earning a sharp glare from Haruka. But you merely let it slide, turning your attention back to Haruka instead. "And what about you?" You ask quietly, gesturing for her to stand. "Do you have a name for me as well?"
Haruka hesitates for only a moment before rising gracefully to her feet, clasping her hands demurely before her. "My name is Haruka," she says finally, her voice steady despite the tremor in
"Haruka," you repeat, considering the name. There is an undeniable strength and nobility to it, much like the woman who bears it. "It's a fitting name for one such as yourself." You gesture once more for her to resume her kneeling position before focusing your attention on Yuki. "And what of you?"
Yuki hesitates briefly, her expression a mix of uncertainty and fear. Finally, she dips into another shallow bow, hands pressed against the mat. "I am Yuki," she whispers, her voice barely audible even from where you sit. Her eyes remain cast downward, refusing to meet yours.
"And Yuki," you begin softly, surprising her with your gentle tone, "I want you to know that I am not your husband." Your voice hardens slightly as you continue, "But I will be everything he should have been--and more." Her eyes widen at the force in your words; she swallows thickly but says nothing. You lean forward, close enough now that she can feel your breath on her cheek. "Do you understand?"
Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods slowly. You're intimidating--she's never met anyone quite like you--but there is something else too. Something that leaves her feeling both safe and terrified at the same time. She presses her lips together, uncertain whether to speak or not.
Your gaze flicks briefly to Hana before returning to Yuki. "Good," you murmur. "Now, all of you are dismissed. I have work to attend to." You wave your hand dismissively and watch as each woman carefully takes her leave, bowing deeply before slipping out of the room in turn. Only when they are gone does a small smile tug at the corner of your mouth. The house may be in debt, but it's full of potential now. And you have the power to shape its future as you see fit.
Haruka spends the first day adjusting to her new life, making sure that Hana and Yuki are settling into their roles within the household. She finds herself both conflicted and resigned; she hates the idea of being beholden to someone like you but also recognizes that your presence has brought order and stability back into their chaotic lives. In private moments, she wonders how much longer they can all last under your command, fearful for what might happen if any of them displease you.
The next day, you find Haruka alone in the garden tending to the delicate flowers that have long been a part of her family's history. She glances up as she hears your footsteps approach but does not look directly at you, focusing on weeding instead. "You wanted to speak with me?" she asks cautiously, her voice gentle and respectful despite the tension beneath its surface.
"Yes," you say, your tone just as neutral as hers. "I need you to take care of something for me." You hand her a small wooden box, its surface weathered by time and the elements. Haruka looks at it warily before taking it, careful not to touch anything else. "This contains documents relating to some business affairs," you continue, watching as she begins to open the box cautiously. "I trust that you understand the importance of keeping this safe?"
She nods, her expression grave. "I will treat it with the utmost care and respect."
Haruka nods solemnly, her fingers tracing over the documents inside the box. "I understand my responsibilities," she says quietly. "Please trust that I will not fail you." There's a hint of pleading in her voice, as if begging you to believe that she can still be relied upon despite everything.
"Good." You nod, satisfied with her response. "I have faith in your abilities. Just remember that everything you do now will affect not only yourself but also those who rely on you." Your gaze lingers for a moment before shifting away, leaving Haruka to ponder the weight of your words.
"I understand," Haruka whispers, feeling the pressure of your words like a physical weight upon her shoulders. She takes another moment to compose herself before looking up at you, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since you've spoken. "Thank you for giving me this chance."
Her voice is quiet and earnest, almost pleading with you not to see it as anything less than sincere gratitude. It's a fragile thing, this trust she offers you, and she knows it. But Haruka cannot help but hope that somehow, by offering it to you now, she might be able to protect her family from further harm.