Touma, 42 Years Old, Small Business Owner (FOR A LITTLE MORE MYSTERY, OR TO SKIP SOME CONTENT WHERE A WOMAN IS MOLESTED AT GUNPOINT, SKIP THIS CHAPTER USING THE OPTION BELOW!)

Touma starts serving up the ramen into four bowls. Bashira will be back soon enough, and the poor girl needs to eat.

"It's good that you came to us." He calls through to the dining room. "We'll keep you safe until this is all resolved. You can stay in Utano's room until she returns. Her clothes might be a bit small for you, but I'm sure Asa will let you borrow some of hers."

There's no immediate reply from either of the girls. Perhaps they're busy.

He steps through the threshold from the kitchen with two bowls of ramen... And then they immediately clatter to the floor, smashing, and sending wet noodles all over the floor.

Nishi is nowhere to be seen. The only people there are his eldest daughter Asa, and a masked man holding a gun to her head.

"Every moment the copy of the videotape is not on the ground in front of me, is another moment your daughter gets increasingly violated." The man says, dispassionately. And as a display of how serious he is, he rips open Asa's blouse, causing several buttons to fly off, and exposing her breasts.

"I'll... I'll get the tape." Touma's mouth is dry.

"Is it in this room?"

Touma nods in response.

"Do it quickly. But no sudden movements."

Touma watches as the man's hand moves down his daughter's body, and hikes up the front of her skirt. He moves, as smoothly but efficiently as possible, over to the TV cabinet. He retrieves the concealed brown parcel.

"Show me. Play it." The man says, as he runs a finger over the front of Asa's white panties. She's clearly been told not to say a word, as she just hisses quietly.

Touma's hands shake as he fumbles to open the package and put the tape in the video player. Ten seconds later, the graphic video of the teacher having sex with her students is playing on the screen. Meanwhile, in the room, the masked man has two fingers inside Touma's daughter's vagina.

"Good. Now eject it and throw it over here." The masked man instructs, as he begins to finger-fuck Asa, eliciting a shy whimper from her.

Touma quickly carries out the instructions. The tape clatters to the ground at the masked man's feet.

"I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely. Your daughter... and your wife..." Asa whimpers even louder at the mention of her mother. "They remain safe and well-fed... While you maintain the story that they have gone on a long holiday together."

"Will we see them again?" Touma demands.

"Every question comes with a cost." The man removes his fingers from Asa's pussy, and shoves them in her mouth. She moans with ****, but doesn't resist.

"WILL WE SEE THEM AGAIN?" Touma demands again.

The masked man sighs. "There are no guarantees, but I believe that is the plan. Think of it this way - they are serving a prison sentence."

"Now I will leave you to agree on the specifics of the narrative that you will tell your friends and family."

"Wait!" Touma interjects. "What are you going to do to them?"

"Me? Nothing. And every question comes with a cost."

The man takes his fingers out of Asa's mouth and runs them down her back and under her skirt. From the yelp that comes out of Asa's mouth a moment later, it's clear that he's inserted them into her asshole.

If he asks another question, those fingers are probably going to be **** back into Asa's mouth.

Touma shakes his head, and sits down, defeated. "Just go."

The man picks up the tape, and quickly backs out the room.

"Dad, what do we do?! They've taken Nishi, and he said they've got mom too!" Asa squeaks in fear as soon as she hears the front door close.

"We... We have to do what they say. We have to pray for your mother and sister, that they have the strength to endure the days ahead. That's all we can do."