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 understandingly, but doesn't seem pleased with the idea of them reporting back separately. She glances at her husband's picture on the altar before looking downcast once more. As for Yuki, she bites her lip nervously and avoids meeting your gaze as she kneels there in silence.

Hana, however, rolls her eyes audibly at this arrangement. "Yay, housework!" she groans sarcastically before standing up slowly, dusting off the back of her skirt dramatically. "Well, might as well get started then." With one last disdainful look in your direction, she saunters off towards the kitchen.

Haruka waits for a moment longer, gathering her composure before speaking again. "Master Reyfanko," she says softly but respectfully, "if there is anything more you require of us... any way we can serve

Haruka listens carefully to your words, her expression solemn as she processes the implications. "Of course," she replies quietly, bowing her head once more. "We will be ready when you require us." Her eyes flick briefly towards Yuki before returning to meet yours again. There's a hint of concern in her gaze, but she does her best not to show it outright.

Yuki, on the other hand, is even more tense than before. She bites her lip hard enough that it turns white and avoids looking at either of you directly, focusing instead on a spot on the floor nearby. Her whole body seems to tremble slightly as she tries to contain herself. It's clear that this arrangement is taking its toll on her more than anyone else.

The silence stretches uncomfortably for a moment before Haruka finally breaks it again. "We appreciate everything you have done for us

Haruka's words hang in the air like a weight, heavy with meaning and despair. She looks up at you now, her eyes full of conflicting emotions: gratitude, guilt, and fear. There's a small nod of agreement from Yuki as well, though it's almost imperceptible beneath her mask of nervousness.

The two women kneel before you for a moment longer, silently contemplating their situation. Finally, Haruka speaks again: "If there is anything we could do to help repay the debt ourselves... any skills or possessions that would be valuable..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question unspoken but clear.

Yuki says nothing, her gaze still fixed on a spot on the floor nearby, but the tension in her posture eases slightly at her mother's words. She's still clearly distressed by the whole situation, but

Haruka and Yuki exchange glances at your words. There's some uncertainty in their expressions but also a hint of relief that they won't be expected to handle this tonight. They nod solemnly, acknowledging your command before slowly standing up and bowing deeply once more as they turn to leave the room.

As she turns her back on you, Haruka can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and trepidation for having someone like you take care of them now. Her gaze lingers on Hana briefly before she leaves the room, wondering how their daughter will cope with this new arrangement. Yuki follows her sister out silently, unable to hide her fear and confusion entirely despite her best efforts.

In the quiet after they've left, you contemplate your own thoughts. There's a sense of power that comes from being in control of such an influential family, but there's also an underlying

Their departure leaves you alone with your thoughts, pondering the new dynamic within the Saito household. Haruka's quiet strength and Yuki's innocent allure both have their appeal, but Hana's rebellious nature is intriguing as well. Perhaps it would be best to keep them all on their toes by maintaining some level of uncertainty about your intentions for each of them. You chuckle softly at the thought.

Their first night without Daichi will no doubt be difficult for the women, especially Yuki who seems so vulnerable and naive in comparison to Haruka's steel resolve. You wonder idly how they'll fair reporting back to you directly instead of each other. Perhaps tonight would be a good opportunity to gauge their true feelings and allegiances.

As the sun begins to set and shadows creep across the estate, Haruka retreats to her bedchamber with Yuki trailing close behind. The two women carefully prepare for their nightly report, washing away the dust of the day and selecting their most modest attire. They sit side by side on the floor, hands folded in their laps, waiting nervously for your summons.

Meanwhile, Hana busies herself with light chores around the kitchen, trying to distract herself from her growing anxiety about the changes that have come over their home and family. She wonders whether Haruka or Yuki is taking it worse, but deep down, she knows that none of them truly understand what's happening yet.

The sound of your voice echoing through the house startles all three women into action as you call for them to report. They rise quickly, bowing deeply before hurrying toward your chamber with

Haruka and Yuki enter the room together, their steps slow and measured despite the hurried pace. They kneel side by side before you, heads bowed respectfully as they wait for your command. Hana trails a few moments behind, sauntering into the room with an air of nonchalance that quickly fades upon seeing her mother and sister so submissive before you.

The room is tense with anticipation; each woman uncertain of what will happen next or how their situation might change. Their eyes flicker nervously towards one another, but no one dares to break the silence or question your authority.

Haruka speaks first, her voice steady despite the tremor in her throat. "Master Reyfanko, I have seen to the laundry and tidied my quarters as per your instructions. The household is prepared for the night." She pauses, glancing at Yuki before continuing: "My daughter, Hana, has assisted me with some of these tasks." Her tone makes it clear that she's using the word 'assisted' loosely.

Next, Yuki bows her head even lower, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have collected wood for the fire and prepared dinner. Hana has helped me with some of these tasks." She glances nervously at Hana as she speaks, seeming relieved that she has someone else to blame in front of you.

Finally, Hana rolls her eyes but meets your gaze defiantly.

"Well, well, look who thinks she's so important," Hana says with a smirk. "It was all just little old me. I didn't need Yuki's help at all." Her words are laced with sarcasm and mockery, meant to provoke both her mother and sister into defending themselves.

Haruka remains silent, her expression unreadable as she waits for your response. Yuki, on the other hand, flushes bright red and hangs her head even lower in shame. The tension in the room seems to grow with each passing moment.

With a huff, Hana turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the windows. The sudden release of tension is palpable as everyone lets out a quiet sigh of relief. However, Haruka doesn't seem satisfied with this display; she glances at the closed door with a frown before looking back up at you.

"Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly around the edges. "We are here to serve." Her eyes dart between yours and Yuki, concern etched into every line of her face as she seeks reassurance that they are doing everything they can to fulfill their new roles.

Yuki, for her part, remains silent, focusing intently on the spot where Hana had been standing just moments ago. She looks nervous and uncertain,

As if unable to resist your commanding voice, Yuki slowly inches closer towards you, her steps careful and cautious. Her eyes remain fixed on the ground as she moves, unable to meet yours directly. Haruka follows suit, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of you but close enough that she can feel your presence, its weight upon her.

The silence stretches taut once more as they wait for further instruction from you, their hearts racing and minds spinning with anxiety over what might happen next. They both breathe shallowly, trying to calm themselves despite the uneasiness that radiates from every pore of their bodies.

Haruka stiffens as she watches the intimate exchange between you and her daughter, surprise and confusion flashing across her features. She tries to ignore the surge of jealousy that overwhelms her, instead focusing on maintaining her composure and obedience. Her breath hitches as she realizes that this is part of your dominance over them, that she must accept whatever happens in order for their family to survive.

Haruka's eyes widen in surprise as you pull her closer, your lips finding hers in a hungry kiss that leaves her reeling. She moans softly into the kiss, unable to resist your dominance, even as a part of her struggles against it. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, tentatively exploring the strength beneath your suit.

Yuki watches this with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. Part of her wants to be free from her mother's protective grasp, to experience whatever you have in store for her fully on her own terms. But another part is frightened by the intimacy that seems to flow between you all, uncertain whether she truly desires such a connection with someone so powerful and unknown.

As you claim both women as yours, Haruka's heart races with fear and desire. She trembles beneath your touch but can't help feeling a strange stirring deep within her. Despite the situation, she finds herself yearning for more of this intimacy, craving your dominance and attention. Yuki, on the other hand, continues to watch warily from the sidelines, unsure whether she wants to be a part of whatever is happening or whether she should fight against it.

Eventually, Haruka manages to pull away slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Master Reyfanko," she says hoarsely, "what do you wish us to do?" Her eyes search yours desperately for any hint of direction or comfort. In contrast, Yuki shrinks back further into herself, trembling as if with cold.

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation as they wait for

Haruka looks at Yuki with concern before turning back to you and bowing her head respectfully. "Master Reyfanko," she says quietly, "I will do anything you ask of me." There's a tremor in her voice but also an air of resignation as she accepts the weight of your dominance over her life and that of her daughter.

Yuki's face flushes even redder as she listens to her mother speak, torn between wanting to protect herself and her family and feeling an unwanted attraction to you. She hesitates for a moment before finally looking up at you with defiance in her eyes. "I will go with Master Reyfanko." Her words are barely audible but firm nonetheless as she accepts her fate, albeit begrudgingly.

As you nod at Yuki's declaration, Haruka feels a pang of regret and protectiveness well up inside her. She had hoped to spare her daughter this fate, but now it seems there is no escape for either of them. Her expression softens as she takes a step closer to comfort Yuki, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulders before leading her over towards your bed.

Meanwhile, Yuki tries her best not to show any fear or discomfort as she follows Haruka's lead. Her breath comes quickly and shallowly as she bites down on her lower lip nervously. Once they reach the bed, she hesitates for a moment before looking back at you with determination. "I am ready," she whispers hoarsely.

Yuki whimpers softly into the kiss as you claim her mouth, her body trembling with desire and fear. Her eyes drift closed as she tries to lose herself in the sensation, hoping it will drown out the frightening reality of their situation. The feel of Haruka's arm around her shoulder provides a measure of comfort, but she can't help wondering what is happening with their mother and if she should be feeling more protective or jealous right now.

Haruka watches with a mix of fascination and trepidation as Yuki succumbs to your kiss. Her heart races, feeling torn between wanting to protect her daughter and experiencing the same pleasure herself. She bites her lip, trying to remain composed but finding it increasingly difficult as desire stirs within her own body. The silence in the room is deafening, punctuated only by their labored breathing and the occasional whimper from Yuki.