Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio: Huntress, Watchdog Bitch, and Your Slut♡
Unable to grasp the full situation, Tatsuhiro fidgeted anxiously until Jinwoo approached him with a gentle smile.
"Father-in-law, please don't worry too much. Chiharu has suffered a great shock today, but she's also gained profound enlightenment. Now, all that's left is a simple exorcism to purge the lingering remnants of the yokai from her body and mind."
He patted Tatsuhiro's shoulder reassuringly.
"The ritual for your wife last time required extensive preparation to balance the energy of the entire household, but this one is different. It will focus solely on Chiharu in her room, so it should be over quickly. You don't need to leave if you don't want to. However, to maintain concentration during the rite, there must be no noise or interruptions, so I'll close the door for a moment."
His words were so reasonable and persuasive that Tatsuhiro nodded without a shred of doubt. Akey shuddered inwardly at his cunning but could say nothing. As Jinwoo finished speaking, he released an invisible surge of mana. Tonight, Chiharu's room would become a perfectly isolated space—no screams, no sounds would leak out.
As night deepened and the house fell silent, Jinwoo descended to his base in the basement. For the purification ritual he would perform tonight, he needed to focus his mind briefly.
"Kukuku... Ahh, finally, the night has come, my master."
"You saw how the shoulders of that last resisting bitch finally slumped in defeat. The flavor of despair flowing from her broken pride was exquisite. Now, the three mother and daughters in this house are essentially in your grasp. A masterful performance."
Jinwoo gently stroked the cover of the Magic Grimoire. Beneath the cold leather, he felt a faint pulsation like a heartbeat.
"Now is the time to complete the true conquest. Mere submission of body and mind is not enough. You must etch your indelible brand into the deepest, softest core of their souls—so that even in sleep, even as they bear your children, their souls scream eternally that they are yours."
A smile curled at Jinwoo's lips at the Grimoire's suggestion. The lewd glow emanating from the book intensified, fleshing out his plan.
"Through that brand, the three will become faithful shrine maidens serving only you. The mother as the high priestess ruling her whelps, the two daughters as young priestesses exploring your pleasure under her guidance. And this house... will become a sacred altar offering their wombs to you alone."
The Grimoire's voice brimmed with excitement.
"Once the altar is complete, you can install a summoning gateway linking your magic workshop and this den of the Yamashita family's lewd trio. You'll travel freely between this world and your domain whenever you wish, sampling and toying with fresh offerings."
"Most importantly, with their bodies bearing your mana-infused brand, no lowly yokai will dare touch those slutty forms even in your absence. They'll be free from the clutches of the Eternal Nightmare too. Every inch of them will reek of your ownership."
Jinwoo nodded in satisfaction as the Grimoire finished. He saw this house not as a mere temporary base, but as the starting point of his new kingdom—a perfect laboratory to unleash his twisted desires. As if reading his thoughts, the Grimoire whispered its final, most lascivious essence into his mind.
"Kuhaha... This is no longer an ordinary home. The air here won't be filled with food scents or family warmth anymore. Instead, it will brim with the sweet, musky reek of bitches in heat, your semen, and the sweat of submission—a thick, depraved aroma."
"No more cheerful laughter. Only the patter of slave feet rushing to kneel at your footsteps, the lewd moans trembling with joy amid tears at your commands, and the pitiful pleas begging for your seed—these will be this house's new symphony."
"This will be your shrine, your endless pleasure farm where you return anytime to conquer, toy with, breed, and sow your seed in three perfectly trained bitches. Those sluts are no longer mother and daughters. They are livestock to bear your lineage, sex slaves to sate your every perverse craving. This house is your kingdom, and those bitches your first subjects—your eternal property."
After concluding his conversation with the Grimoire, Jinwoo finished all preparations for the ritual. The hour was ripe. Before leaving the basement, he sent a brief text to Koharu.
Soon after, the door to Chiharu's room opened quietly. Koharu stood before it like a young shrine maiden delivering a divine oracle, her eyes alight with excitement and awe.
"Master Jinwoo... calls for you, sis. It's time for the ritual♡"
Chiharu didn't reply. She simply nodded silently and rose from her bed. No trace of resistance lingered in her movements—only the quiet resignation of one who had accepted defeat and her fated path.
She retrieved a box from the deepest corner of her closet, one untouched for ages.
Inside lay her past glory: the pristine uniform of her Japanese kyudo club. Spotless white top, deep black bottom like the night. To her, it was no mere clothing—it symbolized the focus, propriety, and pride she poured into piercing the target.
She dressed slowly, layer by layer. The cool, stiff fabric brushed her bare skin. Donning it now was like reclothing her former self, but the meaning had utterly twisted. Once the armor of a hunter piercing her prey, now it was the shroud of a sacrificial offering ascending the altar. Tightening the belt felt like binding herself for her master. Strangely, her mind was serene. Letting go had cleared it. This is not defeat. It is acknowledging my weakness and becoming part of a greater power. She brainwashed herself thus.
Fully dressed, her hair neatly tied, her gaze fell on the corner: evidence of her pathetic defeat that afternoon.
The compound bow snapped with a crack, arrows scattered with dulled tips.
She knelt quietly before it, reaching out to caress the sharply splintered fragments. Once an extension of her arm, the source of her confidence. Yet how powerless before true threat. A laugh escaped her. Her past faith in her strength felt so childish, foolish. This broken bow was the wreckage of her shattered pride.
She picked up the largest shard and the most intact arrow. Before leaving, she glanced at her desk—one last time. The dildo towered there like a monument of shame over her space of reason and order. She felt no humiliation now. Tonight, it would be the sacred tool birthing her new self.
Clutching the broken bow and arrow, she finally stepped out. In the hallway waited Koharu, her role as herald assigned, barely hiding her excitement and anticipation.
Cold air rose from her feet. With each descending step, the air of an ordinary home vanished, replaced by his thick mana domain.
At the basement door, she confirmed Jinwoo's meditating silhouette inside, then knelt silently on the threshold.
She offered the broken bow and arrow reverently with both hands.
"Master."
The first words of submission from her lips. Her voice trembled faintly, but held no resistance.
"This foolish, arrogant bitch Chiharu... kneels before your greatness to offer everything."
She bowed deeply, confessing her sins like absolution.
"I trusted my paltry strength and dared challenge your authority. Even seeing the truth with my own eyes, I thrashed in denial. I... ignored your merciful warning and nearly endangered my family—a sin unforgivable."
She prostrated until her forehead touched the floor.
"I offer my defeat and the evidence of my foolish past... as tribute here. Please accept it and punish this stupid bitch's crimes."
She paused, then lifted her head with resolve. Tears welled in her eyes alongside a zealot's worshipful gleam.
"And... please come to my room and perform the purification ritual, dedicating all of me upon your altar. Burn away my filthy defiance completely, purify my womb with your seed, and rebirth me as your faithful bitch alone."
The broken bow in her hands was the key to burying her past self—and the first tribute she offered to lead her new master into her sanctuary.