Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio: The Enslavement Ritual Begins
Jinwoo gazed down at the perfect masterpiece laid out at his feet, a satisfied smile curling his lips. In his new kingdom, this was the first oath of loyalty offered by his new slaves.
Their past, present, and future all prostrate themselves at your feet.
The voice of the Magic Grimoire echoed in his mind.
It is time to shatter their feeble resistance and outdated morals completely, to rebirth them as livestock existing solely for you—with the Ultimate Subjugation Seal.
Jinwoo directed his low, dignified voice—laden with absolute authority—toward the three bowed heads. "Are you prepared?"
"...Yes... Master..."
Aki's voice trembled faintly, yet it carried the profound resignation of one who had accepted an inescapable fate. "Whenever you wish, Master."
Chiharu's tone brimmed with excitement, filled with utter conviction that she was ready to offer everything. "Yes! Yes! I'm ready, Master!♡"
Koharu's voice quivered on the edge of sobs, trembling with fanatical joy and worshipful adoration.
"Good."
Jinwoo extended his hand toward the Magic Grimoire. Its pages unfurled like shadows, and from that abyss crawled three collars woven of mana, writhing as if alive. A black one for Aki, a deep purple for Chiharu, and a blood-red for Koharu—each emanating an eerie, lascivious glow.
He crouched first before Aki, fastening the cold black collar around her pale nape. Her body shuddered. Then he fitted the collars one by one onto Chiharu and Koharu.
"Take up your tributes and follow me."
At his command, the mother and daughters retrieved their offerings and began crawling after him on all fours like beasts. Jinwoo gripped the three leashes in one hand and led them to the deepest part of the house—the basement.
Creak... creak... The sound of wooden stairs descending rang out like a funeral dirge heralding their new fates.
Aki felt her last shreds of dignity crushed by the cold bite of the black collar on her neck. With each step down, the wedding photo with her husband in the first-floor living room faded from view. Her past life as "Yamashita Aki" was being preserved up there. Clutching the house deed bought with her husband's earnings and the ring that symbolized his love, she was now being dragged as another man's slave into the darkest depths. Amid this horrific betrayal, her womb clenched involuntarily, hot nectar spilling forth.
Chiharu felt not pain but pleasure from the deep purple collar's tight grip. The instinct of a female submitting to overwhelming power, first awakened when rescued from the kappa, surged again. Holding her gold medal and diploma in one hand while bracing the floor with the other, she descended. Her past glories meant nothing now. She yearned to offer these heavy, useless relics to her master quickly and prove her true worth—as a bitch writhing and serving beneath him. Everything her father had been proud of, she now dedicated to this new "father." The mere thought soaked her inner thighs, wetting her kimono hem.
To Koharu, the red collar was a holy mark bestowed by the divine. Overflowing with joy, she nearly rubbed her face against Jinwoo's feet as she descended. The house looked reborn. The ordinary basement door was now the gateway to the sanctuary's holiest depths. There, with her mother and sister, she would become the first shrine maidens to receive the god's descent with their bodies. She gripped the figurine she'd made herself. If she could offer this paltry tribute and in exchange devote her everything—her purity, soul, future—to that great one... She trembled in ecstasy, exhaling hot breaths.
At last, they reached the creaking basement door. Jinwoo opened it, and a damp, musty darkness greeted them. Yanking the leashes, he dragged his three beautiful livestock into the shadows that would become his new kingdom and breeding ground.
Click.
Jinwoo flipped the wall switch, flooding the basement not with gloom but with blinding brilliance. The sight revealed beneath that light was enough to shatter the mother-daughters' last vestiges of reason.
This was no longer a mundane storage room. The moldy concrete walls and floor gleamed like polished marble from a luxury hotel suite. In each corner stood half-body mannequins mocking their pasts, draped with pristine wedding dresses: a mature, elegant one for Aki; a bold, off-the-shoulder design for Chiharu; a pure, innocent style for Koharu. Floating ghostly beside them were maid outfits, miko garb, aprons, bunny girl and reverse bunny suits, awaiting their master for this lewd and sacred rite.
At the room's center loomed a bed of staggering presence. Aki's marital bed with her husband, Chiharu's single, Koharu's single—fused in grotesque alchemy into one massive altar. One end bore the marital headboard, the other the daughters', forming a blasphemous shrine. These beds from their rooms screamed that all three would partake in the ritual for the Ultimate Subjugation Seal.
Around the bed, glass display cases lined the walls, neatly arraying sex toys like museum artifacts: whips, dildos, vibrators, gags, chastity belts... They gleamed coldly, foreshadowing the depravities to come.
Most overwhelming was the ceiling—a vast mirror emitting radiant light, the room's sole illumination. Beneath its merciless gaze, no shame or secret could hide. Every act here would be devoured unsparingly by Jinwoo, their future master, via that giant eye.
All these bizarre, perfect transformations had occurred the instant the trio pledged obedience at the entrance and accepted their collars. Their submission was the signal; the Magic Grimoire had warped the house's space and physics, recreating the mundane basement as a temple for his desires.
The Yamashita mother and daughters gaped at the unbelievably obscene, grotesque scene, unable to accept it. Jinwoo yanked the leashes, forcing them to kneel before the colossal bed. On the cold marble floor, they lifted their heads blankly toward their new fate, their new world.
Aki's mind reeled at her marital bed transformed into an altar for serving one man with her daughters. The white wedding dress was a shackle denying her husband's union, demanding lewd coupling with her new master. The ceiling mirror would expose her ravishment with her daughters in stark clarity. In terror and despair, she felt her body heat and slicken once more.
Chiharu couldn't tear her eyes from the wall's array of tools. Those sharp, cold implements would pierce, strike, and violate her body—and her mother and sister's. The thought alone made her lower belly tingle. Her strong self, helplessly splayed before them, screaming in ecstasy... That humiliating vision ignited unbearable arousal in her as a mere female.
To Koharu, everything appeared sacred. This room was the holy of holies for her worshipped god. The massive bed was the altar for three shrine maidens to receive divine descent; the dresses and outfits, sacred vestments; the tools, instruments for embodying godly power. The ceiling mirror was the god's watchful eye. Overwhelmed with emotion, she gazed up at her master's feet through tears.
Now, the three awaited their new master's first decree—each with different emotions churning: terror and resignation, humiliation and excitement, fanatical worship.