A few weeks later, Stefano's training of Caterina and Rita is complete.

THE TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP – A NEET’S AWAKENING

The Hanakawa Estate – A Gilded Cage

The private jet touched down on the sprawling Hanakawa estate just as the first streaks of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold. The Osiris Ring hummed on Stefano's fingers.

"Ah, the Land of the Sun!"

The scent of cherry blossoms and freshly raked gravel filled the air as the limousine rolled to a stop before the traditional yet monstrously modern mansion—a seamless blend of shoji screens and steel-reinforced glass.

"Damn... and this country is in a thirty year recession."

Inside, Shiro Hanakawa sat cross-legged in his dimly lit gaming room, the glow of three monitors casting eerie blue reflections across the young heir's unshaven face.

"WHERE THE HEALS AT, MORONS!!"

Empty energy drink cans and instant ramen cups littered the floor around him, the stale air thick with the musk of unwashed clothes and neglected ambition.

"Fuck this shit..."

A knock at the door.

"Enter," he muttered, not bothering to look up from his MMORPG.

The head butler, a man whose posture was so rigid it seemed he had a steel rod for a spine, stepped inside and bowed deeply.

"Master Shiro, your father has arrived with… purchases."

Shiro’s fingers paused over the keyboard. "Purchases? Leave them in the foyer, fuck! I don't have time for this."

The butler’s lips thinned. "You are to meet him in the receiving hall immediately."

With a sigh, Shiro shoved his headset off, the cord tangling in his unkempt hair. "Fine, fine."

The Unveiling – Mother and Daughter, Broken and Beautiful

The receiving hall was a cavernous space of polished ebony floors and minimalist décor, the only ornamentation being a single, massive calligraphy scroll bearing the Hanakawa family crest. Shiro’s father, Hiroshi Hanakawa—a man whose tailored suit probably cost more than Shiro’s entire gaming setup—stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.

At his feet knelt two figures.

Rita Marchioni, her once-sharp gaze now glazed with hypnotic submission, wore a traditional maid’s uniform—except the skirt was too short, the neckline too low, the fabric too sheer. Her toned thighs pressed together, her fingers twitching against her thighs as if resisting the urge to touch herself.

Beside her, Caterina was even more exposed, her athletic body barely contained by a lace-trimmed apron that did nothing to hide the violet womb crest branded above her pelvis. Her lips, still swollen from hours of servicing Stefano, parted slightly as she breathed through her nose, her chest rising and falling in shallow, anticipatory bursts.

Shiro’s breath hitched.

"What the hell is this?"

Hiroshi smirked. "Your solution, boy." He nudged Rita’s shoulder with the tip of his shoe. "Stand."

The women rose in unison, their movements eerily synchronized, the Italian beauties' eyes locked onto Shiro with unsettling intensity.

"This one," Hiroshi said, gripping Rita’s chin, "is for discipline. She’ll keep this house running while you learn to be a man." His fingers trailed down to squeeze the voluptuous milf's ass, making her gasp. "And this one—" The old bastard shoved Caterina forward, her small perky breasts jiggling as she stumbled. "—is for... play. much better than your little video game delusions. Consider them your training wheels."

Shiro’s face burned. "I don’t need—"

"Silence!" Hiroshi’s deep baritone cracked like a whip. "You will use them. You will breed them, son. And if ever see you wasting my money on that virtual nonsense... I'll have them use a strap-on instead!!"

With that, the businessman turned on his heel and strode out, leaving Shiro alone with his new toys.

The First Lesson – A Neet’s Hesitation

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

"F-Fuck... this looks just like the doujinshi..."

Shiro’s fingers twitched at his sides, the young neet's heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

"Fufu... is someone scared?"

Rita stepped forward first, the mature beauty's wide hips swaying with trained precision, her lithe fingers already working at the buttons of her master's stained hoodie.

"M-Master Shiro," she murmured, her smoky contralto a husky whisper. "Let us… serve you."

Caterina dropped to her knees, the young woman's small hands sliding up his sweatpants-clad thighs, her breath hot even through the fabric.

"P-Please," Shiro stammered, his low baritone cracking. "I’ve never—"

"Shhh," Rita soothed, her luscious red lips brushing the young master's ear as she peeled the hoodie off his shoulders. "We’ll teach you."

Caterina’s lithe fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, yanking them down in one swift motion, freeing his half-hard cock to the cool air. It had been months since he last bothered to take a bath.

"O-Ohmygod... that's so dirty, young master!"

Shiro yelped, his hands flying to cover himself, but Rita caught his wrists, the mature woman's grip deceptively strong.

"No hiding," she purred, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "A master... doesn’t hesitate."

Caterina didn’t wait.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

The pale vixen's mouth engulfed him in one swift motion, her throat flexing around his length, her nose buried in those dirty, smegma covered pubes.

Shiro's shrill screams filled the mansion, the young neet's knees buckled as Caterina's throatpussy milked him dry, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"F-Fuck! Too much—!"

Rita laughed, the curvy milf's hands roaming his chest, her manicured nails scraping the young master's nipples. "You’ll learn to take it," she whispered, her pearly teeth nipping his earlobe. "Just like we did."

Shiro’s hips jerked, his cock twitching deeper into Caterina’s throat, the dirty neet's mind short-circuiting as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"C-Cumming—!"

Caterina gagged but held him down, the young woman's throat milking him as he seed exploded deep down her gullet. Hot, thick spurts of jizz poured down the pale vixen's stomach.

"Hmmmph!!"

Rita smiled, her fingers dipping into the neet's soiled pants to scoop up the drips he’d missed, smearing them over his lips.

"Now," she murmured, the mature beauty's hazel eyes glowing violet in the dim light. "Let’s try that again."

Shiro whimpered.

"Nnngh!!"

The training had begun.