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.

"Yes, Oniisan," Haruka says formally, standing up with her daughter Yuki while the younger Hana watches with a mix of curiosity and defiance. They bow deeply to you before leaving the room. After they're gone, you hear them preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"So, Daddy-o," Hana drawls, breaking into an impish grin, "what are we gonna do while they're busy cooking?" Her gaze flickers over your body appreciatively before she stands up and walks over to you. She leans forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "Got any ideas?"

"O-okay," Hana replies hesitantly, glancing back at the kitchen door before following you down the hall to her bedroom. As soon as they're inside, she turns around and shuts the door behind herself. The room is messy, with clothes strewn about and makeup everywhere - a testament to her rebellious nature.

"So," she says, walking slowly over to you, "what did you have in mind?" Her cheeks flush with anticipation as she comes closer, and she can't help but lick her lips nervously.

Hana's eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as you undress her. Her breath hitches in her throat as the cool air hits her skin, goosebumps breaking out across her body. She watches you intently, her desire for your attention burning hotter than the fire in the kitchen. "Mmmm..." she moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you.

As soon as she's naked, Hana's hands move to undo your clothes with equal fervor, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. She revels in the feel of your bare skin against hers, marveling at how different you are from her father - confident, strong, dominating... everything she's ever wanted.

"M-master..." she whispers between kisses down your neck, her tongue darting out to trace a line along your collarbone. Her body trembles with anticipation as she pulls at the waistband of your pants, desperate to feel you inside her.

"Ah!" Hana cries out as you push inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - powerful and demanding, but somehow gentle at the same time. She wraps her legs around your waist, arching her back further to meet each thrust. Her nails scratch lightly at your shoulders, leaving behind a trail of fire on your skin as she moans and gasps in pleasure.

Her eyes slide shut, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She feels a blissful release building deep inside her, but it seems to last for an eternity before finally cresting, sending waves of pure pleasure washing over her body. With a shuddering gasp, she cries out your name, her voice muffled against your shoulder as the intensity of her orgasm claims her entirely.

Her body goes limp in satisfaction, and for a moment she simply enjoys the sensation of being held by you. But even as she catches her breath, desire begins to stir once more within her, and she can't help but wonder what other pleasures you might teach her...

Hana yelps as you push inside her tight anal passage. The feeling is unbearably intense, but she quickly becomes accustomed to the sensation. Her moans mingle with gasps for breath as your thrusts drive deeper and harder into her, causing her to arch her back and writhe against you.

Her hands clench at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails in as the pleasure becomes nearly unbearable. She's never felt so exposed, so completely owned by another person. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, and she knows she could never go back to her old life now that she's tasted this forbidden fruit.

As the orgasm builds inside her again, she bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape. But when you reach between them and tease her clit with your thumb, she gives in, crying out your name as she comes undone for a second time.

Her body quivering from the release, Hana lies panting against you, too exhausted to move. Yet even through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion, she can feel a spark of longing inside her. There's so much more she wants to explore with you...

As you pull out and collapse onto the bed beside her, Hana lets out a contented sigh. Her heart is racing, and she can feel her skin flushed with heat. For the first time in a long while, she feels truly alive - connected to someone in a way that defies explanation. She lies there for a moment longer, savoring the intimacy before gathering enough energy to roll onto her side, facing you.

She cups your cheek gently with one hand and smiles up at you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and earnest. "For everything." Her fingers trail down your neck, tracing patterns on your chest as she wonders what tomorrow will bring - what new experiences you'll share together.

Hana sits up and yawns, stretching languorously before glancing over at the clock. "It's getting late," she muses with a grin. "Guess we should get cleaned up." She climbs off the bed, her movements slow and sensual despite her relaxed demeanor, and begins to pad towards the bathroom. As she passes you, she gives your arm a playful squeeze. "See you downstairs, Daddy-o," she says with a wink before disappearing into the hallway.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Haruka and Yuki have finished preparing dinner. The fragrant scent of cooked fish and steamed vegetables fills the air as they wait for you to join them. Yuki glances nervously at her mother, wondering if she should say anything about their earlier exchange; Haruka gives her a subtle nod, letting her know it's alright.

Hana's antics aside, Yuki can feel the tension beginning to ease as they all sit down together at the table. It's a small victory, but it gives her hope that perhaps things will return to some semblance of normalcy under your guidance. As she takes a bite of fish, she glances up at you with curiosity and appreciation in her eyes.