[A/N]WOW... this one ended up being so long that I ACTUALLY had to chop it into three parts! So I hope this one's good for everyone! This request was made by Redditor Lordflygon01, and is a return to Redditor Lilfreezy96's "Casanova of Yongen-Jaya" story. Enjoy folks, because it's about to get STEAMY. [A/N]

THE BROOD-FATHER OF YONGEN-JAYA

A PERSONA 5 ROYAL FANFICTION REQUEST

CHAPTER 1: NEARLY DISASTROUS

Ten years.

It had been ten years since I left Yongen-Jaya, left the outskirts of the big city of Tokyo, and returned to my home in the countryside.

Over that time, I had started working at a coffee shop near my home, but since all their roasting was prepacked grounds, the technique was taken out of it, and my skills were wasted. Still, I knew what I wanted to do... and I kept at it, working multiple part-time jobs as I put myself through a higher education thanks to the money from my old Thief times. I will never stop thanking those Shadows for running around with wad-tons of yen in their deep, sunken pockets... I became so very rich off of their sacrifices, and my wallet, while happy to be so full, has hated me ever since.

That didn't stop me from starting up a savings account for myself; I slowly funnelled my millions of yen into it month by month, building up the total with larger and larger sums. By the time I thought to check back on it, my nearly ten million yen had multiplied, now sitting at nearly double its original total. It felt good to be rich... but I wasn't about to be an example of a "prodigal son" and squander all my hard-earned cash.

No, I had something ELSE in mind.

Over my decade-long stay away from my one-year home away from home, I kept up over the distance with the ladies I'd shared my passion and love with.

Ann Takamaki and Makoto Nijima, a pair of exhibitionists, even if one was more of a gentle teaser while the other was more daring and brazen with her displays of public nudity. Ann had taken up a career as a model, as I'd expected, and was already meeting her dream of becoming Japan's number one model of all time. I was happy to see she'd stomped that conniving little witch Mika into the dirt... even if it WAS only by a few dozen votes. Makoto, on the other hand, had taken a more altruistic path, and had convinced her sister, Sae, to allow her to use some of their money to open up a shelter for people who needed it, so those in dire straights could have a chance of setting themselves on a more positive course in life. Both of them still sent me naughty pictures; Ann sneaking shot down her tops and up her skirts, or down the front of her pants, while Makoto would do full photo shoots alone in her room at night.

Haru Okumura, the heiress of her deceased father's multi-millionaire food brand, had moved straight into managing her father's company and bringing back the respect he'd managed to earn... before he'd thrown it down the drain for a chance at political fame and fortune. She now commanded the willing and joyous respect of every single one of her precious employees; every one of them would return to work for their shifts not because they had no other choice, but solely BECAUSE of the changes Haru had implemented. She too still maintained contact, both in groups chats with the other members of the old Thieves gang, as well as in private with me, sending me nudes of both tasteful and filthy varieties. I always looked forward to her pictures...

Finally, Sumire Yoshizawa, a rising star of the gymnastic world. Before I'd left, I'd spent an amazing night with her... and since then, her talents in her chosen field had only gotten better and better over time. Within a few months, she was already Olympic ready, and in only her second outing, had been chosen from hundreds of other athletes to carry the torch to the end goal and light the flame for the start of that year's games. She also kept in touch; unlike the others, who could sometimes go weeks without calling over the phone, Sumire's contact was a daily occurrence which I relished. Even if it was as simple as talking about her day before bed, I loved every second. And the sexy photos she sent me from her room in the Olympic Village were amazing too... I never thought the sight of a girl doing a standing split and all but wrapping one leg around her own shoulders, then using a dildo to get herself off thinking about me could be so damned sexy!

He thought about all four of his lovely ladies every waking moment, and every now and again, he would make a trip back to Tokyo to meet up with one of them when they were in town. However, given that Makoto and Haru were usually the only ones in Tokyo at any given time, given Ann's modelling and Sumire's competitions... He didn't end up going back very often.

And then, the fateful day came.

One day, while I was on break at my cafe job, just as I received a photo message from Sumire, my phone rang. But the number wasn't who I was expecting it to be. I swiped to take the call.

"Hello?" I started, "This is Ren Amamiya, may I ask who's calling?" The voice on the other end chuckled deeply, and full of mirth.

"Heya, kid!" the voice replied, "You forgot my voice already? This is why I don't keep guys' numbers in my phone!" I smiled and laughed back.

"Boss!" I replied happily; It'd been ages since I heard from him, "How are you doing? How's business? How's Futaba doing?" He chuckled, but started coughing. The sound and severity of the cough got me a little worried.

"Futaba's fine, and business is about as it usually is," he replied, "But as for me... I'm not doing so hot. I've definitely seen better days... I think that altercation with Shido's goons ten years back set something in motion... I've been developing breathing issues the past few years, and while the meds they're giving me are working somewhat... I still need a little more. My savings are keeping me solid these days... but... I think it's time." His last few words confused me.

"Sojiro," I started, "I... I don't understand... time for what?" He scoffed, almost playfully.

"What, did the country air fry your brain or something?" he said, "Remember what I gave you when you left? It's TIME, Ren." THAT caught my attention... Sojiro NEVER used my first name. This was important... and then it clicked.

"You mean that..." I said, prompting the response, "Yes. I want you to open it ONLY when you're on the train back here, and we'll have a talk about what it means when you arrive, understand? Don't go wandering when you're off the train, and don't go looking for a hook-up with your girlfriends either; hop off that train in Yongen and get here immediately. No delays, because this is of vital importance. Got it?" I confirmed his request in the affirmative, and we hung up. I had to make preparations, but my break was almost up.

That afternoon, I approached my manager and tendered my resignation, stating urgent business in the big city that would likely keep me away took long to maintain my employment. The manager was sad to see his best employee leave, but understood; they'd always known my employment would be temporary, and a stepping stone to something bigger.

That evening, I informed my family of my departure, stressing the dire nature of the call I'd received. They all understood, and my father helped me get my things packed once again. The next day, they waved good bye as I bade them farewell and made for the train... it was time to return to my real home.

As Morgana remained sleeping in my bag, I pulled Sojiro's letter from my jacket pocket and opened it. The warmth of the late spring made the trip comfortable, but not unbearable. However, the contents of Sojro's letter made me worried... and yet, somewhat excited.

But truly, it made me worried.

Upon my arrival in Yongen, I did as requested and immediately bee-lined for the alleyway I knew the cafe was in. I sighed in relief and joy to see Sojiro's Leblanc hadn't yet gone under... but his letter still weighed upon me. I had to go in and ask.

As I pushed the door open, I saw the telltale signs of age starting to affect Sojiro, along with the likely repercussions of his smoking; He was hunched over the counter breathing in slow, measured breaths, making double sure to be careful with his things... and then I saw the tubes in his nose.

Oxygen tank. Oh no... Was he this far along already?

He looked up and grinned.

"Would you look at that! The prodigal son returns!" he cheered with a joyous laugh, "Come on, sit down! I'll brew you a nice cup and fix you some of my famous curry!" He chuckled happily as he set to work; I slowly walked over and took a seat at the counter, enjoying the nostalgia of being back in a place I truly considered home. I took a look around... the cafe was empty, dead, almost devoid of life save for the two of us.

Suddenly, the bell over the door tingled, and both of us looked over to see a familiar face. Futaba was here.

In the ten years I'd been gone, she had definitely grown; she now wore her long, orange hair in a single long, braided ponytail, which she draped over her left shoulder. Her bangs were trimmed and more heart-shaped now, framing her face on either side. She still wore glasses, but now her frames were smaller, more squared, and still as thin as they had been previously. She'd grown almost a whole foot since I last saw her; if she were to stand right next to me, she'd likely be nose-to-nose with me height-wise. Where she'd had the appearance and demeanour of a nerdy, otaku little sister before, her posture had completely changed. Now, likely after a full ten years of helping Sojiro out with the cafe, she walked and held herself tall and strong, bearing a beaming smile that shone like a beam of sunlight in the early morning. She was confident, determined, and from the overjoyed expression she wore... hadn't been expecting me to come back.

"REN!" she shouted excitedly, bolting over and wrapping herself around my exposed side. I blinked and blushed a bit.

She'd definitely "levelled up", as she'd put it, from nerdy little sister... she was more of a nerdy girl next door now... I still considered her family... but the way her breasts now fully wrapped around my arm had me blinking back a bit of shock. Those growth spurts were nothing to laugh at... Shit, she'd grown that much in just a few years after I left?! She'd gone from practically a pair of B-cups to almost a pair of CC's in no time at all... She seemed to catch on to my surprise and gave me one of her little chuckles.

"Mwehehehe... Noticed my new girls, have you?" she teased, pressing them into me a little more, "Do you like them? Getting a good diet and lots of exercise managed to kick start my puberty spurts a bit late, but I'm almost as big as Haru now!" She grinned playfully the entire time, but pulled away just as Sojiro returned to set down three plates of curry, then returned for the coffee.

"Futaba," he said softly, almost begging in a way, "If you're going to try and seduce the guy, at least try to wait until we've discussed the family business, OK?" Apparently Futaba hadn't fully overcome her shyness, as the mention of her trying to "seduce" me managed to get her red as a beet and trying to hide behind my sleeve again.

I smiled and reached over to pat her on the head, like I used to do before I left, and said, "Still a bit shy around more mature men, huh?" She pouted, her face still red as a beet, and she lightly batted her fist against my shoulder for my teasing.

"Come ooooooon," she whined cutely, "Not you toooooo..." I patted her hair a bit more and gave her a warm smile.

"It's great to see you again, Futaba," I said, playfully ruffling her hair as she giggled happily.

"And it's great to see you again too, Ren," she replied. With Sojiro's back turned to us as he prepared a table, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, taking me by surprise. It wasn't unpleasant... but ti now complicated matters slightly. She pulled back, blushing a bit, and whispered, 'I want to talk to you about this later, when we can be alone, just us. OK?' I nodded softly as she moved to take a seat at the table.

Sojiro turned and motioned for me to come sit, so I moved and took a seat next to Futaba. Sojiro sat across from us, as he'd done years ago when he first learned that were were members of the Phantom Thieves. I pulled his letter from my pocket and laid it out on the table; Futaba wasted no time in swiping it up and reading it.

"So, Sojiro," I said, going slowly, "You called me back here... because you want to discuss Leblanc?" he nodded, gaining more than a small grunt from Futaba.

"Indeed, I do." he replied, "And Futaba and I have discussed this numerous times over the past ten years. As you can see, I'm not getting any younger... or healthier..." With that, he broke out on a small coughing fit that saw Futaba reach across the table with an inhaler she'd been holding for him. He took a couple breaths of the medicine, and soon, his breathing was back in order.

"The reason I called you back is expressed in that letter I gave you ten years ago," he said, "I wish to sign over complete control of Leblanc over to you and recognize you as successor to my business. You know how I run the place; you know my methods for brewing coffee, and you know how I make my curry. If you choose to add more to the menu, that'll be entirely on you to do. I will not be responsible for cleaning, maintenance, or ordering the ingredients from that point onward, but I will still stop in to see how you're handling things and catch up. Futaba has agreed to help you on the back-end of the business, as well as a bit of the front of house side, too. She'll handle any and all food orders, advertising, and the financial side of things, while also stepping in to handle the food and drink side of things as a sort of waitress whenever she has time and wants to. In essence... I see you as being the only one I can trust, and I want you to take over Leblanc for me... because I'm going to retire."

I was shocked. Sojiro had never talked about retiring the whole time I'd lived with him... He was really going to will his own life's work... to me?

Futaba put down the letter and nodded, sliding it back to the center of the table, her face straight and serious. She looked directly into my eyes.

"Do you have any problems with this?" she asked. I shook my head. She nodded and turned to Sojiro.

"Then I will go along with this... on ONE condition." Sojiro gave her a disbelieving look, then groaned.

"Oh, for the love of curry, Futaba, we've been over this a dozen times or more by now..." he said in frustration, "How many times are you going to insist on this? It's entirely pointless!"

"No, it isn't!" she replied, "You know how I've felt about Ren for the last 10 years! If this isn't allowed, then I'm not doing it! I told you that the last ten times we talked about this!" I looked from one to the other as the argument continued to boils over, and tried to piece together what they were...

Oh... OHHH... It finally clicked for me.

When clearing my voice in a loud, pronounced manner failed to get their attention, I slammed a hand down on the tabletop. This managed to stop the both of them, causing them to look over at me.

"If I were to hazard a guess, this condition has something to do with me, and Futaba joining the harem I made when I was still living here?" I asked, getting my confirmation not only in Sojiro's exasperated, tired nod of understanding, but in Futaba's shocked, yet excited affirmative nod.

"I understand why you don't want her to make this a major thing, Sojiro," I said, "But I want to hear Futaba's stance on the matter, if that's alright. I got promoted to shift supervisor while I was home, so learning to mediate conflict was a big thing for me. Please... Let me hear all sides." Sojiro blinked at the news that I'd been a supervisor and held hs hands up in a signal of "fine, go ahead." I looked to Futaba and nodded for her to proceed.

Futaba nodded and took a deep breath, then said, "I'm wanting to join Ren's harem not JUST because I love him, Sojiro, it's so I can foster better relationships with the other girls too. Knowing Ren like I do, I have a distinct feeling he'll desire to take Leblanc to a higher level and expand a little. Maybe several locations around Tokyo to start. And who will he trust to manage the other locations for him? The ladies in his harem, naturally!" Sojiro's eyes blinked in surprise, and my own were quick to follow.

She continued, "The coffee and curry are a Leblanc staple; ruin those or get rid of them, and no one will ever come back. Right? So who better for Ren to trust with running the place than women he frequently has relations with? It's a sound strategy, especially since every girl who's ever been in bed with him is madly head-over-heels in love with him..." she seemed to drift off a bit as she finished under her breath with, "me included..."

Sojiro nodded sagely. "So, you were thinking about this from a business perspective, instead of a sex perspective... Why didn't you say as much to begin with?" Futaba and I BOTH fixed him with a look that begged to ask, "SERIOUSLY?"

"This from the man who gave Ren shit for walking out of his room on four separate occasions with a different girl on his arm, and yet more for taking almost five months to tell me he sees me as a little sister, and wouldn't let you catch him coming down those stairs with me the same way? Really, Sojiro?" Futaba asked. Sojiro sighed.

"OK, yes, you have a point," he said, "To be fully honest... I would have been happy if he HAD, because at least I'd know he was taking your wants, needs, and feelings into account before going in with you, Futaba, just like I know he did with his other four ladies. But a part of me didn't want to see that... because I hold you in my heart as my own daughter, flesh and blood, even if you aren't... it'd have been like you walking out of the house and off on your own, leaving me behind... And I didn't want to feel like I was losing you on top of Wakaba... and Ren..." Sojiro lowered his head, and I saw small tears falling from his eyes. It made me feel a small pang of regret... I wrapped an arm around Futaba's shoulders and held her close, noticing that she was getting close to the point of crying too; to no one's surprise, she buried her face in my shoulder and cried a few small tears.

A short time later, both looked at me, looking like they'd managed to release some of the tension that had built up in their hearts.

Sojiro looked Futaba in the eyes and said, "I won't try to dissuade you or stop you anymore, Futaba. I know that with Ren, you'll be in good hands and very well cared for. If you choose to pursue this, I'll support you as best I can. Ren," he turned to look at me next, "Will you take over Leblanc for me, Son?" I nodded, looking him dead in the eyes and extending my hand to shake his.

"It would be an honor and a privilege, Pops," I said returning his familial pride with my own. He gave he the broadest, happiest smile I'd ever seen on his face before, then looked to Futaba once more.

"I think my part in this venture is done here. I'll let the two of you talk out the rest. I'll let you lock up when you're done, Futaba; Ren, I didn't both using your old room for storage again, so it's exactly how you left it. Feel free to use it as long as you're here, OK?" He said. We both nodded as he smiled and slowly made his way out; Futaba excused herself for a few moments to go and make sure he got home safely.

When she got back, she locked the door behind her and back back down; I'd taken the time to prep another cup and plate for each of us, so she was pleasantly surprised to find a second helping waiting for her. We sat and ate, catching up on what had been happening over the past ten years. And then, as I knew it would, the topic turned back to Leblanc.

"So," Futaba said seriously, "What are your thoughts on my proposal? I mean... me being your back end support, like the good old days, and occasionally helping around the front as well... while... you know..." I smiled and put on a playful smile.

"Well, if you were to be a part of the harem, I'd be just as much back end support for you as you would be for me," I teased, "Not to mention my abilities to support your front end also..." She had just been in the middle of sipping her coffee when I spoke, and ended up pulling a spit take into her cup, making a mess. I chuckled along with her as we scrambled for some paper towels to clean up the mess we'd made.

I took the responsibility, cleaning up the mess as Futaba waited anxiously for my reply. When I finished, I put everything away and sat on one of the stools to face her. I took her hands in my own and looked her dead in her eyes.

"Futaba, about your request," I said, "It's not entirely my choice to make. The only reason that the harem's worked out so well the last ten years is because all of the girls know each other and keep in contact. If I'm to make this choice, I want the other girls to be in agreement about it to, so there's no ill feelings or chances of regrets. Is that OK?" She looked into my eyes, worried I was lying to her. I was doing everything I could to be sincere; the last thing I wanted now was to upset everyone and ruin this chance. She nodded.

"OK, I believe you, and I'll trust your judgment on this one," she said solemnly, "But I want you to get them all on a conference call right now and see if we can't organize a meeting as soon as we can." I nodded, agreeing that her request was fair enough. I pulled out my phone and started a group video call.

Within seconds all four girls had picked up; by the sun behind Ann and the creeping darkness behind Sumire, I could tell three of them were still in Japan, while Ann was abroad somewhere where it was still daytime. All four were happy to see me, and each other, as it appeared not one had been back to see the others in over a year. They were far more interested to know why I was suddenly back in Leblanc, and why Futaba was with me. I steeled myself and took a breath.

"Well, girls, I have some good news that answers your question," I started, "Firstly, as to why I'm in Leblanc with Futaba... Boss's health is deteriorating. Not that fast, at least, but he's feeling his age, and he's got an oxygen tank for breathing problems. So he called me back here to handle some important business... namely his decision and wish to sign Leblanc over to me, giving me full control over the business." With that, all four girls' eyes lit up like stars, and the congratulations flooded in. I let them continue for a few minutes before holding up a hand to ask that I be allowed to continue. They nodded and sat still, waiting.

"This comes with a bit of extra good news. Futaba has agreed to run the back-of-house side of things, including maintenance, finances, and orders, as well as hiring. On top of that, she's trained under Boss to make coffee and his signature curry, so if it happens that I can't handle the business that day, she can step in and run the show herself... however, she's raised a caveat in that regard." I watched all four girls shift their glances from me to Futaba, then back and forth several times before Ann said, "Well? We're waiting here..."

I nodded and concluded, "Futaba's condition for handling the business with me is that she be allowed to join the four of you as a member of my harem. If that condition is granted, she says not only will she do as she's agreed to without any further hiccups, but that she'll also personally extend employment invitations to all four of you so we can expand to other parts of Tokyo and have you all manage a site each. What do you all think?"

The four stared, almost slack-jawed for a few moments. The silence was almost deafening.

Suddenly, all four hung up at once.

I winced. "Shit... I don't think they took it very well at all..." I said, moments before four separate notifications buzzed into my phone all at once. I checked; it was the harem group chat.

"Why did you wait to tell us you were going back?" Ann asked.

"We could have all made plans to meet you there and talk this out in person!" Makoto followed,

"I thought you trusted us more than this..." Haru said.

"Senpai... I'm sorry... I need time to think..." Sumire said. Suddenly, the chat went dead; all four had left at the same time. Futaba winced.

"I... I guess that's a no, then... huh?" she said softly, a deep twinge of sadness in her voice as she turned to the door.

"Futaba, where are you going?" I asked, worried.

"Home..." she said, "Gonna make sure Sojiro's OK and go to bed for the night... maybe start looking for people to fill my spots in the back end in the morning... Night..." the door swung open and shut behind her, and I was met with the familiar sound of the lock clicking shut. That was that, then... it seemed I'd managed to alienate myself from five of my dearest friends in one fell sweep... I went up to my bed, changed my clothes, shut off my phone, and went to sleep for the night.

The next morning I awoke with a start when I heard Sojiro shout, "HEY KID! YOU HAVE GUESTS! I'm sending them up to your room!" I was slowly rolling over to get out of bed when I heard the sound of female voices coming up... and I froze. Soon enough, four of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen sauntered into my tiny attic room.

The girls watched in morbid shock and amusement as I let off a confused shout and tumbled ass over tea kettle out of my bed, ending up face-first in the floor boards. The soft chuckles told me that I was facing karma right now... I deserved this.

"Come ON already," Ann said in a sing-song voice, "We don't have a lot of time... We need to be where we gotta go in an hour!" The four surged in when they saw I wasn't moving, and dragged me up, stripping me out of my clothes and getting me dressed as best as they could. By the time we left the cafe ten minutes later, the first customers had been seated and were being served by a smiling Futaba... who flashed a pained smile my way as I walked by. She was hurting... and I didn't know how I was going to make it right.

At least, I didn't just yet.

Within half an hour, the girls had dragged me to their destination by car; the Wilton Hotel, home of the famous buffet restaurant of the same name. It soon became apparent that they'd been talking among themselves without me and had set something up before coming to get me. Ann gave the clerk her name, and soon we were off to what was apparently her "private suite". When did Ann have the ability to earn her own SUITE?

Once safely inside the room, the girls sat me in the entryway and walked into the main area. Within minutes, they called me in... and what my eyes beheld was one of the most breath-taking sights I'd ever seen.

There before me were all four members of my harem, standing in a line in front of me, wearing the skimpiest outfits they possibly could. Each in an extremely suggestive and enticing pose that put a specific part of themselves on display.

Ann was wearing a very erotic set of red lingerie which featured button snaps that allowed her to fold ope flaps of cloth to reveal her nipples, and a small zipper between her legs that would undoubtedly reveal her wet slit and back door. She was wearing an artistic rendition of her old Thief mask, making her look mysterious and erotic as all hell... The fact that she was bent over at the waist giving me that classic "Come Here" finger curl and showing off her breasts was AMAZING.

Makoto was wearing the next to least clothing, having chosen to wear the green bikini she'd worn on our first date. The major difference was that this one didn't seem like it had been made for Japanese sensibilities; the parts of the swimsuit that were supposed to cover her sensitive bits barely offered any covering at all, and instead showed off a pair of pieced nipples, a pierced navel, and a fourth piercing just above her pelvis. She was also wearing an artistic rendition of her old Thief mask, but with the addition of a floral swish off of both sides. She was standing with her legs apart, head thrown back, using her arms to support herself as she placed the front of her body on full display.

Haru was wearing absolutely nothing, as I knew she would; Haru was always most comfortable in her birthday suit, and it showed., She to had gone the way Makoto had and gotten her sensitive parts pierced, only she'd chosen to go a level beyond Makoto's choice: Where Makoto had chosen standard stud piercings, Haru had gone for a pair of small nipple rings with a small cord tied between them. The length of the cord was such that her breasts were being pulled towards her belly button, as it had another cord attached to it; this one connected to a third ring piercing she'd chosen to have placed through the upper middle of both her labia. How perverted had she gotten, that she hadn't shown me this yet? How recently had they done this? Haru had chosen to turn herself to one side to present a side profile to me, displaying the ring on her right nipple slightly as its other cord dipped down where my eyes couldn't see.

Sumire was the one that shocked me the most. She had chosen to wear an altered leotard with cross-shaped slits over her nipples and nether region, and large hole cut out over her pelvis. Inside the hole was a tattoo bearing the distinct shape of a woman's vagina, uterus, and ovaries, all aligned and stylized into the shape of a heart over where her womb would be. A quick glance at her neck revealed another tattoo; this one resembled an ornate choker around the center of her throat, and by squinting hard, I could make out the words "property of Ren Amamiya" written in the center of it all. She had chosen to be the most daring of all, pulling a classic gymnast stance by pulling her right leg up and behind her shoulder to rest it along her other one, then groping one breast and splaying herself open with two fingers down below.

"ALL TURN!" Ann called, prompting all four to turn around and present their butts to me. They all had the same marking just above their ass: a stylized heart inked in with a luminescent purple ink, and had the inscription, "Proud Member of Joker's Harem". My heart melted; they'd gone this far just to make themselves mine forever...

All four turned around and motioned for me to sit down with them at the table, as they reached nearby for a set of long robes to cover themselves in. Within minutes, the group of us were seated, with Ann reaching into a bag and pulling out a sheet of paper.

"Read that," Ann said. I nodded and picked it up. I looked through the numerous pages, of which there were at least two for each of the girls... and then another three pages just for Futaba...

They were having me sign off on a BDSM contract for the entire harem?

"Wait... Why are you having me look at this?" I asked in confusion. Makoto took a slow breath.

"We're not having you sign it until AFTER Futaba's checked off the pages we gave for her, which will allow us to drastically pare down the number of pages in that entire contract. But the main reason we're asking you to look it over is... well, the four of us have had a private conversation going for some time now, and last night... Last night, you broke a cardinal rule we decided on. If we were going to go without an agreement like this in writing, we had to trust that you wouldn't try to add more women to our group. But then..." I nodded. I understood where they were coming from... but that didn't stop what she said from having some significant holes in the logic.

"So, if I have this straight," I said, setting the sheaf of papers down, "Is that you four have been talking without my knowledge and set down arbitrary rules without my awareness, by which you were intending to continue in this group relationship... and no matter what, I'd never have known unless I tripped over one of them... and then you'd all have slapped this on me? Do we not see how this is a logical fallacy in broad terms?" All four looked at me with confusion in their eyes.

"Think of it this way," I said, "Imagine I'd had rules for our relationship that I'd kept from all of you, and the moment you tripped one, I just kicked you to the curb and left you high and dry? And imagine further, if the only way I'd let you be a part of this again was to reveal THIS CONTRACT," I held up the papers again, waving it around a little before dropping it to the table, "which forces me to outright explain WHY you were kicked out in the first place? For wanting a relationship based solely on trust and respect, you all kind of twisted that in your own favor with this move. We're all supposed to be able t trust and rely on each other, but you all pulling this little power play last night really hurt Futaba's self-esteem, not to mention my ability to trust you all. So..."

With that, I grabbed the entire sheaf of papers and removed the lists from the packet before sliding it back, saying, "There will be no signing of this agreement, or anything of the sort presented by you four. You already rendered its contents null and void with your little shadow council. I will personally handle the arrangement of a new agreement with Futaba's help. Once it's ready and printed, I'll summon you all to Leblanc, and we'll work on tendering it PROPERLY. Understood?" The four looked to each other and sheepishly nodded their heads. I nodded in return.

"Good," I said, taking on a reprimanding tone, "Now, do you girls have something you'd like to say for yourselves?" All four rose from their seats and moved to wear I sat, shedding their robes entirely and assuming an apologetic pose on their knees.

"Please forgive us," they chorused, "We didn't realize we were doing something wrong that would hurt you... we apologize in earnest, and, acknowledging that we've been bad little harem girls, are willing to

undergo any punishment you deem fitting..." They held for a moment before raising their heads, the sincerity full in their eyes and voices as they once more chorused, "Master~"

My heart skipped a beat. I loved all these girls, and now they were giving me a whole new reason to love them all over again. I nodded.

"Very well," I said with authority, "Master will forgive you all... with a few conditions." They were about to look up at me when they heard the familiar sound of a zipper opening. They bowed their heads again before I cleared my throat, signalling for them to look up into my eyes.

"Firstly: As soon as I'm finished reprimanding you all for your bad behavior, I'm going to call Futaba and ask her to meet me at Sojiro's for a private talk, where I'm going to call you all and have you apologize for your actions last night," I started, keeping the authority in my voice, "Secondly: Once we have the lists tendered out for all four of you, the FIVE of us will sit down and set ground rules for how this dysfunctional little family of ours will work, and they'll be rules firmly solidified and enforced ONLY by ME; if I hear word of another shadow collaboration on your parts, all of you will be punished severely for it, a punishment that will also involve not indulging your favorite kinks and sexy time antics for a period of a month for each one of you... meaning 4 straight months of no sex, no kinky public behavior, and not even a single iota of teasing. Finally: From this day on, I wear the pants and call all the shots around here, within the span of the rules we set down when Futaba joins up. You won't need to worry about me abandoning you or adding more girls; after Futaba, I think I'll have more than enough with five of you, no offence. I'm going to need to be on my toes to keep up with all of you..." The four nodded, bowing again and chorusing a response of "As you wish it, Master~" I nodded and moved to the bed, where I shucked off my clothes and sat back.

"Good. Now for your punishments. Ann," I said, addressing my erotic blonde bombshell, "Come here." She did so, crawling on all fours until she arrived in front of me.

"Closer," I said, prompting her to get up close enough to press her nose against my cock, before continuing, "Good. Now, on your hands and kness, like you were when you crawled here. For organizing this little party, you get to go first." She nodded and assumed the position I was intending, squeaking in shock as I wrapped my legs around her shoulders, smashing her nose against my rod.

"All four of you will be going through a variation of this punishment. For you, Ann, your punishment is simple; you are going to stay right where you are and hold yourself back as long as you can. If you can go two hours without trying to swallow my cock into your stomach, you'll get yourself a nice, rough fucking as a reward for completing your punishment. Understood?" She nodded.

"Not good enough. Now take a nice, long, deep breath," I said, demonstrating my intentions for her, "And repeat my words: "Yes Master, thank you for punishing this naughty girl for her misdoings, I will do my best to complete my task and live up to your expectations of me.""

Ann nodded again, this time taking in a huge breath and filling her mouth, nose, and lungs, with the scent of my dick, before repeating my words with her own: "Yes Master, thank you for punishing this naughty harem slave for her misdeeds. I will do my best to complete this task you have set before me, and redeem myself so I can work to live up to your lofty expectations of me!" with that, she stared at it, still taking long, drawling breaths every so often.

I had chosen this particular method because I knew Ann rather well; once she got a draw of my scent, she'd start getting ridiculously horny and wouldn't be able to control herself for long. Sure enough, by the ten minute mark, she was starting to pant hungrily, whining a she struggled to keep herself from going all in. Another ten minutes later, her eyes were half-lidded, staring at my member in longing desire. Half an hour in, far longer than I'd expected her to last, she'd started sweating an fidgeting in place, clearly trying to keep from making a wet spot on the carpeted floor below her. Finally, at the forty-five minute mark, she finally broke, her eyes going hungry and crazed as she opened her mouth and swallowed me to the hilt without thinking. Her eyes went soft and happy for all of a minute before snapping open in realization; she looked down at what she'd done, then up at me apologetically. I closed my eyes and motioned for her to get up and change positions. She moved over to the bed and bent over the edge, presenting her ass for my inspection. However, I wouldn't be showering it with attention just yet. I looked to Makoto next.

"You," I said strictly, "are to get fully dressed, no vibrators or dildos inserted into you. You will the leave the room with a key card and go to the restaurant to order some room service. You will remain clothed until you return, and you are NOT to deviate away from your task to rub one out until you return and I give you permission. Understand? You bring the server back here with the cart, then thank them and wheel it in yourself. You make no other stops along the way there or back. Go." She nodded sheepishly and grabbed a room card, then got herself dressed up as professionally as she could and took off at a brisk pace. Next, I turned to Haru, who had already gone to her bag and returned with a length of rope. Was she psychic? As she knelt to offer me the rope, I took it from her hands and brought her to her feet, then ordered her to strip; I then bound her tightly into a bondage harness, tying her hands tightly behind her back. I walked her over to the window, where I used the rest of the rope to bind her legs together. Then, using some strips of cloth from her purse, I gagged her and blindfolded her, leaving her in front of the mirror.

"I know how much you prefer to have only me see you this way, Haru. That's why your punishment, until Makoto comes back, is to stand here, motionless, knowing that somewhere, a random person will be looking through a telescope or a pair of binoculars, getting off to your naked body. Someone who ISN'T ME." This thought seemed to set Haru off, and she began moaning in objection.

"This is your punishment, Haru... are you telling me you'd rather end up where Ann is?" I leaned into her ear as I continued and whispered, 'Because failure to complete your reward means your first instance of anal sex. No lube, no lead-in. Just straight forcing it. As I believe the porn sites call it... PAINAL. Is that what you want?" She shook her head frantically and steeled herself for what was to come. I nodded and turned to find my precious Sumire standing behind me, also presenting me with rope and bondage materials, like a pair of cuffs and a collar. I had the perfect idea.

Much like I had with Haru, I ordered Sumire to strip naked, then secured the collar over her choker tattoo, once more taking some joy and pride in the words she'd had inscribed across her neck. I proceeded to seal her wrists and ankles into a set of cuffs each, then used the rope to bind her arms and legs in such a way that her only ability to move around was on her elbows and knees. I used the remaining rope to bind her chest into a harness, making sure to pay special attention to her breasts and tying a line down between her labia to add extra stimulation. To the collar, I attached a leash that she'd left on the bed. From there, I walked her over to the closet, where I opened the door and tied the leash to the clothes rod within, effectively locking her into the closet.