Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio: Dawn of the Enslavement Ritual
The next morning, before the sun had even risen, Aki slipped out of bed like a ghost. She hadn't slept a wink all night, tormented by the aftershocks of the Bloodline Empathy, the horrific reality of her two daughters being defiled by one man, and her own self-loathing for the arousal that perverse scene had ignited in her.
What drove her wasn't mere fear. It was the dread that traces of last night—sweat, semen, and the thick musk of female excitement—might still linger in the house, alerting her husband to something amiss, coupled with the terrifying yet intoxicating premonition that from today onward, her family and everything she owned would fully pass into that man's hands.
She showered first, scrubbing away the remnants of her daughters' traces and the man's scent from her body time and again. Then she hurried downstairs to prepare breakfast, filling the house with the aroma of boiling soybean paste stew and the savory scent of grilling fish to mask the depraved fragrance of the night before.
Soon after, the oblivious Tatsuhiro Yamashita came down from the second floor.
"Mmm, smells good. A feast for breakfast today."
He lightly kissed Aki's cheek. She flinched, her body trembling—but not for the same reason as yesterday. His ordinary show of affection now felt like repulsive hypocrisy compared to the overwhelming sensation of domination that had upended her world the night before. Forcing a smile, she seated him at the table.
"Are the girls still asleep?"
"Yes... They were pretty shaken up yesterday, so I'm letting them sleep in."
Contrary to Aki's words, Chiharu and Koharu were already awake. Huddled under their covers in their respective rooms, they held their breath at the sound of their father's voice from downstairs. But their emotions differed from their mother's. The bizarre reality of their father sharing breakfast in the same space as the man who had ravaged them and become their new master stirred not fear, but a depraved excitement.
They recalled the command Jinwoo had left them last night: 'Prepare the tribute you three will offer together.' Along with instructions on what to wear when he returned. The sisters exchanged text messages, preparing their "tribute" with secretive, thrilled hearts.
As Tatsuhiro finished eating and prepared for work, Jinwoo emerged from his room, already dressed in casual clothes.
"Ah, Teacher. I hope you slept well."
Tatsuhiro bowed politely.
"Um... about my eldest daughter Chiharu's... that purification ritual, is it finally over?"
"Yes. It ended last night," Jinwoo replied calmly. "Today, after you head to work, I'll perform the final cleansing of the house's energy, and everything will be complete. I'll leave with you when you go and head to the nearby bus stop."
"Oh... thank you... truly, thank you so much!"
Tatsuhiro nearly teared up, grasping Jinwoo's hand. Jinwoo didn't pull away, instead patting his shoulder and speaking lowly.
"Don't forget. The contract we made."
His voice was soft, but laced with a chilling warning.
"If you ever leak what I did here or my true identity to anyone... the penalties outlined in the contract will be enforced exactly as stated."
"Of course! I'll guard the secret with my life!"
To Tatsuhiro, "punishment" sounded like some vague inconvenience. Blissfully unaware that with that handshake, all rights to his wife and daughters had fully transferred, he stepped out the front door. As promised, Jinwoo pretended to leave with him.
Once Tatsuhiro's car had completely vanished down the alley, Jinwoo didn't head to the bus stop. Instead, he leisurely circled the neighborhood. Morning sunlight, chirping birds, the laughter of children heading to school—a peaceful dawn scene. Imagining the sweet, lewd hell about to unfold inside that house, the polar opposite of this tranquility, he smiled in satisfaction.
Moments later, he returned to the Yamashita residence's front door. He could have picked the lock with the key from his pocket, but he didn't. Instead, he rang the doorbell.
The clear chime announcing the new master's arrival echoed through the silent house. On the second floor, in each room, the three women shuddered in unison.
*Ding-dong-*
In the master bedroom, Aki sat on the edge of the bed, still warm from her husband's body heat, preparations complete. Her body was clad as instructed in the most ornate and expensive kimono for guests: deep navy silk embroidered with crane patterns in gold thread. In her hands, she held the house deed and her husband's wedding ring. Her heart plummeted in terror even as her lower abdomen burned hot, her thighs slicking with uncontrollable arousal. It was a death knell signaling the end of her old life—and a celebratory cannon blast welcoming her new dominion.
Chiharu's room. She too wore the vivid red furisode from her coming-of-age ceremony. She had already realized it during the kappa battle: the insurmountable gap in power. From the moment she knelt before that overwhelmingly superior male as a female, the seed of submission to her master had taken root deep in her body and soul. The archery medals and trophies on her knees were no longer proud glories. They were the perfect tribute to her new master. That horrific depravity only fueled unbearable pleasure.
Koharu's room. Of the three, she was the most excited. In her hand, she clutched the fan art of the "Raven Mage" she had painstakingly drawn all night, and a figurine she had 3D-printed and hand-painted through the night. To her, this was no humiliation. It was the most devout, pure offering to the god she worshipped.
At the bell's sound, the three emerged from their rooms as if by prior agreement. In the hallway, they avoided each other's eyes. Dressed in splendid kimonos, carrying tributes symbolizing their lives, the mother and daughters headed to greet one man. In that grotesque, depraved scene, they silently descended the stairs.
With each step down, they felt the air in the house change. The ordinary family home filled with their laughter and warmth until yesterday was gone. The happy faces in the family photos on the walls felt like relics from a distant past.
They realized it. They were no longer the owners or family of this house. From now on, they would be reborn as slaves prostrating at his feet, vessels receiving his power with their bodies, bitches to sate his desires, wombs to bear his seed, livestock to propagate his bloodline.
And this house was no longer their sanctuary. It was transforming into a temple proving his ownership—a space for the one they would serve as husband, father, and master. The first step of that sacred ritual was beginning right now.
They carefully placed their tributes on the small decorative shelf by the entrance, like offerings on an altar welcoming a god. Metal, paper, and plastic formed a bizarre harmony. With all preparations complete, Aki unlocked the front door with trembling hands.
*Creak-*
The door opened, revealing Jinwoo in casual clothes, yet radiating an aura more intimidating than ever. Stepping inside, he first slowly admired the tributes on the altar. He held up Aki's wedding ring to the light, flicked Chiharu's gold medal to ring its cold chime, and smirked sardonically at Koharu's amateurish figurine.
His gaze shifted from the tributes to them at last. That was the signal.
*Rustle-*
With the silken whisper of luxurious kimono fabric brushing the floor, the three knelt at his feet. Without hesitation, they prostrated deeply—foreheads pressing to the cold entryway floor.
Dogeza.
In the heavy silence, Aki spoke first. Her voice quivered faintly, but carried the resignation of one accepting an inescapable fate.
"It is an honor... to welcome you, Master, to this humble abode. I am Yamashita Aki, once wife of the former master of this house, Tatsuhiro Yamashita... From today, all that is mine—this body, this home, and my daughters—belongs to you. I shall offer anything you desire."
Next, Chiharu. Her voice rang clear, laced with the pleasure of submission.
"Eldest daughter, Yamashita Chiharu. All the honors I have earned, this honed body... I offer everything to you, Master. I shall be your sword, your shield, your tool for pleasure. Use me as you will."
Finally, Koharu whispered in a trembling voice brimming with fervor and worship.
"Second daughter, Koharu... Master...! I have no honors to offer like my sister, nor a body like Mother's... but my purity, my devotion, this immature form—I have waited to offer it all only to you! Accept me! Let me be your most faithful slave!"
Jinwoo looked down at the perfect masterpiece laid out at his feet, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. It was the first oath of loyalty from his new slaves in his new kingdom.