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 remains silent for a moment as she processes this news. Finally, she speaks carefully, her tone formal and respectful despite the weight of what he has said. "We accept your judgment," she says, bowing low once more. "My family is in your care now." Her expression does not change, but there's an unspoken plea in her eyes: Please be kind to them.

Yuki hesitates, swallowing hard before speaking. "Thank you for helping us," she manages to say, her voice barely audible above the rustling of fabric. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as she awaits your response.

Hana, however, smirks despite herself. "Well, at least it's not boring now, huh?" She pushes up onto her knees and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back onto one hand. "So what does

Haruka nods once, slowly rising to her feet along with Yuki. "We understand," she says quietly, glancing briefly at her daughter before looking back up at you. There's a hint of confusion and apprehension in her expression as she tries to reconcile your dominance with the traditional values she was raised with.

Yuki remains silent, but there's an unmistakable tightness around her lips. Her eyes flicker towards Hana before darting away again, as if she's trying to gauge her sister's reaction. As for Hana...she hides a pleased smile by biting down on her bottom lip and tilting her chin up in defiance. "I think I can handle that," she says playfully.

"Good." You rise to your feet, towering over them even in their seated position. "Then it's time we got comfortable with each other."

Haruka blanches at your command but does not object outright. She turns away and takes off her kimono slowly, revealing a beautiful, silky yukata beneath. Her movements are careful and deliberate, as if trying to maintain some shred of dignity even now.

Yuki follows suit, shedding her own kimono with trembling hands. She's much more modest than Hana, but there's a growing curiosity in her eyes as she looks at you during the exchange.

Hana grins impishly and pulls off her clothes faster, revealing herself in nothing but a black thong and bra that clashes with her pale skin. She strikes a pose, one hand on her hip and the other tossing her hair over her shoulder, her confidence obvious even now. "Not bad for a bunch of innocent schoolgirls, huh?" she teases, walking over to you

Hana's eyes flash with amusement at your comment about her mother. "Oh?" she says mockingly, motioning towards Haruka. "And what about you, Mr. Big Shot? You gonna keep hitting on my mom all day?" She steps closer to you, her body language now unmistakably flirtatious as she leans in teasingly.

Haruka, meanwhile, remains where she is but doesn't pull away from Hana's antics. Instead, there's a tiny spark of something like approval or maybe even pride in her eyes. She looks at you, waiting to see how you'll respond to Hana's challenge.

Yuki, on the other hand, is simply confused and uncertain about what she should feel or do. She glances nervously between her sister and you, unsure whether she should be angry or perhaps...a little intrigued.

Hana cackles loudly at your comment and nudges her mother playfully before hooking her arm through yours. "See? You two make a pretty pair," she says with a grin, looking up at you from underneath her lashes. There's an undeniable gleam of excitement in her eyes as she leans against you, enjoying the attention.

Haruka watches this exchange carefully, still maintaining a polite distance but not objecting outright to Hana's behavior. She meets your gaze briefly, searching for some hint of what you truly expect from them, or even who you are beneath the intimidating façade you present.

Yuki, on the other hand, finds herself torn between confusion, anger, and a growing fascination with your commanding presence. She wants to denounce Hana's behavior as inappropriate but can't help feeling drawn

Haruka glances at her elder daughter before motioning slightly with her head towards you, an almost imperceptible gesture. Yuki hesitates a moment longer before slowly complying, drawing nearer and averting her eyes as she does so. Her heart races uncomfortably but she forces herself not to tremble or display any other sign of weakness.

Yuki's eyes widen as you command her to stick out her tongue. She hesitates, biting down on her lower lip nervously before slowly complying. Her tongue emerges from between her teeth, pink and quivering against the backdrop of her pale lips. It's an extremely vulnerable position for her, one that leaves her feeling exposed and uncomfortably aroused at the same time.

Hana watches with amusement, her grin growing wider as Yuki obeys your order. Haruka, on the other hand, remains silent and still, but there's a noticeable tightness around her own lips now as she tries to conceal her reaction from you. Her eyes flicker between you and her daughter, unsure of what is expected of her in this moment.