Conquest of the Mother and Daughters: The Yamashita Nest
The Yamashita family home was a tidy two-story house with a neat garden attached. Guided inside by Tatsuhiro, Jinwoo began his "investigation for exorcism" as he surveyed the interior. Of course, his true purpose was to inspect his new kingdom.
The moment he stepped into the Yamashita family home, Jinwoo felt suffocated by a "warmth of family" he'd never experienced in his life. For an orphan like him, "family" was an object of longing—and at the same time, the root of a desire to destroy and seize it all. Every piece of "evidence of happiness" in this house, he wanted to claim and defile for himself.
In the entryway shoe cabinet sat the father's worn loafers, the mother's prim pumps, and the two daughters' cute sneakers lined up side by side. The hallway walls leading to the living room were plastered with photos chronicling Chiharu and Koharu's growth from childhood. Kindergarten entrance ceremony, elementary school sports day, family trips... Gazing at the family beaming happily in those pictures, Jinwoo's body trembled with hatred for his own empty past and greed for the bliss before his eyes.
For an orphan like him, "family" was an object of longing—and at the same time, the root of a desire to destroy and seize it all. Everything in this house stimulated his twisted possessiveness. A blanket the family must have shared lay draped over the living room sofa, and four chairs sat cozily around the kitchen table. One wall bore marks of the children's heights over the years. All this "evidence of happiness"—he wanted to claim and defile it for himself.
After touring the rooms, his gaze turned to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway. Opening it released a refreshing scent of hinoki cypress. Far larger than expected, the bathroom featured a massive hinoki tub worthy of a luxury ryokan. But it wasn't just the wood that teased his nose. Mingled thickly in the humid air was the more sensual scent of the three females. Aki's rich perfume and the sweet musk of a mature woman, Chiharu's fresh soap and healthy sweat, Koharu's sweet fruity shampoo—all blending to heat his lower abdomen.
Jinwoo ran his hand over the tub's smooth surface, lost in lewd fantasies. This spacious bath could easily hold all three mother and daughters at once. He imagined slathering their bodies in slick oil, lathering up copious foam for a soap play where they licked each other clean. Watching mother and daughters grope one another in ecstasy, then floating a massive tube like in some porn video and ravishing all three atop it. In the steam-filled bathroom, their naked forms glistening wet and even more alluring amid water and bubbles—he pictured freely violating them. This wasn't a place of purification; it would become the perfect breeding pen to mate and tame his new bitches.
Upstairs, the master bedroom came into view first. A king-size bed, Aki's vanity, and a built-in closet filling one wall. Jinwoo placed a hand on the bed. On this bed, that man must have held Aki every night. Jealousy and conquest lust boiled his blood in reverse. Soon, the master of this bed will change. That woman will scream beneath me until every trace of her husband is erased. He deeply inhaled the perfume on Aki's vanity, imagining the night her scent mingled with his.
Next was Chiharu's room, impeccably neat without a speck out of place. A longbow from her high school archery club hung on the wall, flanked by trophies and medals from countless competitions. Jinwoo lightly traced the bow. This strength, this pride—he wanted to shatter it all. These arms drew the string, piercing targets. Now they'll wrap around my neck, that focus turned solely to my thrusts. The clean scent of sweat and soap from her room only fueled his destructive urges.
Koharu's room came last, stuffed unlike the others with occult magazines and books on urban legends. Her desk monitor displayed a forum on the "Eternal Nightmare" incidents terrorizing the world. One thread buzzed with discussion of the "mysterious crow mage" who solved the Masakado's Head Mound case. Jinwoo sneered. A lamb idolizing the wolf, climbing onto the altar herself.
As Tatsuhiro pointed to the basement door, calling it a storage room, Jinwoo's fantasies exploded. Cuckolding... He would claim this nest perfectly. That basement was an ideal breeding ground. There, he'd collar the necks of the mother and daughters, impregnate them with his seed. He'd be the first to taste the milk from Aki's bountiful breasts, turn Chiharu's toned body into his pleasure tool alone. Koharu's innocent mind would fill solely with him, reborn as a bitch craving ecstasy. In this happy home's basement, he'd raise his livestock and begin the twisted "family play" he'd dreamed of his whole life.
[A fine nest, my lord.]
[The faint mana scent from those bitches' bodies, mingled with the females' odors permeating this nest—it's become a superb aphrodisiac. Why not make this your new breeding ground and craft a perfectly twisted family tree of your own?]
[That mother's womb will be fine soil for your first child. And those two daughters' wombs—impregnate them simultaneously with their mother's child as 'younger sibling' and their own 'offspring.' The mother becomes grandmother to her daughter's child, the daughters become sisters to their mother's child—a blood-mingled perfect pedigree! Kuhaha! What greater domination and conquest could there be?]
Having toured every room, Jinwoo returned to the first floor and addressed the trembling Tatsuhiro.
"The situation is more serious than I thought."
"Pardon? W-what do you mean..."
"Have you heard of the 'Masakado's Head Mound' incident?"
Tatsuhiro nodded. "Of course. It was all over the news. Some incredible psychic solved it..."
Jinwoo smirked beneath his robe. "That was me. People call me the 'Crow Mage.'"
Tatsuhiro's eyes widened in shock. Jinwoo gripped his shoulder, whispering low.
"The Yamano-ke spirit possessing your family... its aura matches the 'Eternal Nightmare' phenomena and recent incidents perfectly. If I stop the exorcism now, your wife and daughters will be dragged into that horrific nightmare world every time they sleep. You can imagine what happens there, can't you?"
Tatsuhiro paled, recalling the now-proven horrors of the Eternal Nightmare—souls abducted in sleep, eternally killed or raped.
"P-please! Please save us! I'll do anything!"
"Good." Jinwoo opened the Magic Grimoire. Black ink rose from its pages unbidden, forming a parchment contract in midair. "This is a nondisclosure agreement. You swear not to reveal my presence here or my identity to anyone. Violate it, and... there will be fitting punishment."
He handed Tatsuhiro a pen. Trembling in terror but desperate to save his family, Tatsuhiro took the contract without reading the fine print and signed his name.
What he didn't know was this, in the tiniest print at the very bottom:
Upon violation of this nondisclosure agreement, Party A Tatsuhiro Yamashita shall forfeit as liquidated damages all ownership and parental rights to this house, his wife Aki Yamashita, and his daughters Chiharu Yamashita and Koharu Yamashita to Party B, completely, permanently, and irrevocably.
As the contract glowed and vanished, a sinister smile curled Jinwoo's lips. Now, legally and magically, this nest and its bitches were perfectly ensnared.
Jinwoo would manipulate Aki, marked with Word Binding, to subtly instill unease in her husband. "Darling, I'm so scared. Maybe we should ask the police for more patrols, just in case?" Or "Contact your brother—tell him to come if anything happens." The man would reach out to others to reassure his family or prepare for the worst, and the moment he let slip even a hint of "a suspicious person staying here," the contract would shatter.
Jinwoo savored the vision: the man desperately excusing himself, sobbing as his wife and daughters were legally—and soul-deep—stolen before his eyes, collapsing in ruin. That scream of despair would be the ultimate trophy. Of course, he wouldn't allow the secret to leak. The instant ownership transferred via breach, he'd erase the man's memories or turn him into a raving lunatic spouting unbelievable nonsense, socially buried. Everything was within his calculations.
Now, this nest and its bitches could never escape his grasp.