Conquest of the Mother and Daughters
"Now, let us commence the true exorcism."
Jinwoo addressed Tatsuhiro Yamashita. "The ritual we are about to perform is exceedingly perilous and intricate. The presence of an outsider could prove fatally disruptive. You will wait outside until I call for you. Under no circumstances enter or spy."
"Y-yes! Understood!"
Tatsuhiro nodded vigorously at the savior's solemn command and hurried out.
Thud. The closing front door sounded to Jinwoo like celebratory fireworks heralding a new era.
Now, within this house, only the predator and his prey remained.
Jinwoo opened the Magic Grimoire. Three Yinmun seals—lewd and twisted with power—floated above the pages.
He approached Aki first, who lay unconscious in the marital bedroom. Gently encircling her neck, he lifted her chin. With a finger infused with mana, he began etching the first Yinmun onto her smooth nape.
A bizarre pattern: a lock on a tongue, its keyhole facing the ear—Word Binding. As the deep violet glow seared the sigil into her skin like a brand, Aki's body twitched faintly, a moan escaping her slumber.
"Words are the seeds of resistance, the poison that spreads secrets. But before this Yinmun, even the sharpest tongue becomes an instrument praising your will. The bitch branded with it can speak only what you permit—or what you desire. Her lips will move solely for your pleasure and your truth, a faithful puppet."
"Indeed. Now your lips will spew lascivious words while sucking mine, instead of calling your husband's name."
Next, Chiharu's room. He rolled up her knit top, etching the second Yinmun between her voluptuous breasts, right over her pounding heart. A grotesque design: a giant eye containing smaller eyes—Observation Enslavement. Her toned body jerked, expelling a ragged breath.
"This Yinmun is for the 'audience.' The bitch marked with it will plunge into extreme arousal merely from watching you mate with another. The instant you ejaculate inside another woman, she will be forced to climax as if violated herself. With one bitch, you satisfy them all in the room simultaneously."
"Watching your mother and sister ravaged beneath me, you'll tremble with irresistible pleasure, Chiharu."
Finally, Koharu's room. He lifted her trembling skirt, carving the last Yinmun into her untouched inner thigh. A pattern of two hearts entwined at the root—Bloodline Empathy. He simultaneously etched the same sigil onto the lower abdomens of Aki and Chiharu, far apart. The three women arched in unison, emitting identical lewd cries as if by pact.
"This Yinmun was born for your 'mother-daughter rice bowl' or 'sister rice bowl' games. Etch it on blood-related bitches, and they share sensations. When you ravage the mother, her pleasure flows to the daughter. When you defile the daughter, her tearing purity and first shudders vividly replay in the watching mother. Their taboo guilt becomes the ultimate aphrodisiac, granting unimaginable ecstasy."
All three bitches now bore every type of Yinmun. Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction. But this was merely preparation—not the end, but the prelude to true conquest.
The Magic Grimoire's voice echoed in his mind.
"Master, remember? The ultimate brand claiming the soul itself. Kuhaha! Bitches marked with it will lay their fortunes and this nest at your feet, severing ties to husband and father. Nightly, they strip before you, vowing obscene submission, offering wombs as altars for your seed! In battle, faithful soldiers—your shield and blade. In bed, slaves spreading legs for your semen alone! Their minds redefine existence around your pleasure. They will kneel willingly, begging to be your breeding livestock. This is the eternal mark perfecting your harem."
The Grimoire's final page unfurled, revealing the decadent yet sacred beauty of the Final Subjugation Seal—familiar, yet thrilling each time.
These three Yinmun were brutal foreplay for that ultimate seal.
With Bloodline Empathy, he would corrupt their bonds into pleasure. Observation Enslavement would force them to witness each other's fall. And Word Binding went beyond stripping resistance.
He would use it to make their lips deceive and manipulate the husband and father perfectly. Lips once whispering love would now weave cunning lies on his command, lulling Tatsuhiro into false security—until he violated the contract himself.
Crushing their minds utterly, he would drive them to kneel of their own will, offering souls and begging for the Final Subjugation Seal.
Preparation complete, Jinwoo opened the front door. Tatsuhiro rushed in anxiously from outside.
"Master! Are you alright? My family...!"
"Come in. The immediate crisis is averted."
Jinwoo ushered him inside calmly. Tatsuhiro dashed upstairs, sighing in relief only after confirming his sweat-drenched wife and daughters slept deeply in their beds.
Descending to the first floor, he found Jinwoo waiting on the living room sofa.
"As I said, this is just the beginning. The evil spirit's roots linger in their souls. Full purification takes time."
"Then... what must we do...?"
"I'll stay here awhile, continuing the rituals in the basement to avoid disrupting your lives. Most importantly, act normally. Go to work tomorrow as usual. Evil spirits exploit cracks in routine. We must show all is well."
"Understood, Master!"
Tatsuhiro nodded, entrusting everything to his savior.
The next morning, miso soup steamed warmly on the table beside neatly grilled fish—but the atmosphere was heavy and awkward by contrast. The women seemed tormented by endless sensual nightmares. Though magically veiled, the Yinmun on their bodies stirred faint heat, instinctively recalling last night's violation.
Aki, in thin loungewear, revealed her lush curves inescapably. Nodding through her confusion at Tatsuhiro's explanation, she bowed deeply to Jinwoo.
"Truly... thank you. You are our family's lifesaver."
But eldest daughter Chiharu differed. In skin-tight training wear, arms crossed, she eyed Jinwoo sharply. Leaning forward suspiciously, her ponytail swung fiercely, her mother-rivaling breasts heaving perilously.
"But Father... even so, letting a total stranger into our home..."
Before she finished, Koharu—seated beside her—sprang up, unable to contain her excitement!
"Sis! Are you insane!? Don't you know who this is!? Even Occult Channel and Modern Ghost Stories BBS went wild! The greatest living psychic who lifted Masakado's curse and sealed the Eternal Nightmare gate! It's the Crow Mage!"
As an occult otaku, Koharu revealed near-religious worship and awe for her idol before her eyes. They already glistened like a girl in love.
Aki and Chiharu's eyes widened in shock. Tatsuhiro continued in a trembling voice.
"Koharu's right... This is him. And... most importantly."
Lowering his voice, he addressed the family solemnly.
"His presence here is an absolute secret. Last night, I signed a magical contract vowing silence on his identity and activities. Violating it... brings horrors upon our family. Understand? Tell no one—not friends, not colleagues!"
Tatsuhiro bowed deeply to Jinwoo again, face mingled with awe and fear.
"Such a great one for us... the family’s honor!"
He rushed to prepare for work, lest he be late.
"Master, please... take care of my family. My wife and daughters!"
Creeeak... thud. The front door closed once more.
Now, within this house, only the naive shepherd who entrusted his flock and departed—and the ravenous wolf ready to devour the lambs—remained. Jinwoo swept his leering gaze over wary Chiharu, adoring Koharu, and grateful Aki.
Now began the true 'training.'