You tell your grandfather that you got two women pregnant

Midori and Inoue sat side-by-side on the tatami mats, their posture immaculate and their hands rested neatly on their laps as you watch them with pride.

You have fucked them, and the seeds planted during those passionate, feverish nights had taken root. Both women were pregnant.

Grandfather sat at the head of the low wooden table, taking a slow sip of his green tea before setting the cup down with a firm, deliberate click.

"Well done," Grandfather declared. "A strong family relies on strong lineage, and you have ensured that ours will continue without hesitation. Two at once! A true testament to the strength and vitality of our house."

Sitting directly across from him, your mother's expression was a complex mixture of sheer disbelief and profound horror. Unlike her father-in-law, she did not share a single thread of his enthusiasm. Her sharp eyes snapped toward you, burning with an intense, grilling gaze that demanded an immediate explanation.

You shifted uncomfortably on your cushion, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish, guilty grin. "Ah... well... things just kind of turned out this way," you muttered softly, avoiding direct eye contact with your mother while Grandfather let out a heartily approving chuckle at your awkwardness.

"Turned out this way?" Mother repeated with disbelief. "This isn't a simple misunderstanding! You have gotten two women under this roof pregnant at the exact same time!"

"And what a magnificent achievement it is!" Grandfather interjected, waving a hand dismissively. "Why raise a storm over good fortune? Children are a blessing."

"This is not just 'good fortune,' Father!" Mother snapped back, her composure momentarily slipping as she confronted her father-in-law. She turned her focus back onto you, her eyes narrowing with urgent concern. "We have family honor, social standing, and actual legal arrangements to consider. Tell me right now—who are you going to marry? You cannot leave this situation unresolved. Deciding on one of them is the absolute bare minimum you must do to salvage this family's reputation."

The room fell silent for a brief second as the question hung heavily in the air.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, Inoue spoke up. "No one," she said plainly, bowing her head slightly toward your mother. "He will marry neither of us."

Mother froze, blinking in stark confusion. "What do you mean 'no one'? That makes no sense."

Inoue raised her eyes, looking directly at your mother with complete composure. "Both Midori and I have sex with the young Master out of wedlock and get pregnant. Of course we will carry and give birth out of wedlock."

Mother looked completely stunned, her jaw slacking slightly as she tried to process the words. "Out of wedlock? Do you even comprehend what you are saying? The scandal, the whispers, the sheer social fallout..."

"It is an honor for us to offer our bodies for his pleasure," Midori chimed in smoothly, taking over the explanation with a serene, devoted smile. Her hand gently rested over her stomach, where your child was now growing. "To bear his children, to carry his legacy forward, and to share in his passion is more than enough for either of us."

"An honor?!" Mother practically gasped, utterly baffled by their unwavering acceptance. "Are you both out of your minds? If he doesn't marry either of you, do you realize what that means for the children?"

She turned her furious, desperate glare back onto you, her voice trembling with indignation. "They will give birth to your bastards!" she blurted out.

Inoue didn't flinch at the harsh word. Instead, a serene, soft smile spread across her features. She reached down, resting her palm gently over her still-flat belly, "Yes, that's what we want," Inoue said quietly, her thumb tracing small, comforting circles against her stomach. "A child born purely from our devotion to him, unbound by obligations or legal papers. That is all I desire."

Midori looked over at Inoue and smiled warmly before placing her own hand over her stomach, mirroring the gesture. She looked up at Mother with steady, glowing eyes. "I promised him that I would love the child growing inside me with everything I have. His blood runs within me now, and I will cherish this gift for the rest of my days, married or not."

Mother stared at the two young women, her jaw slightly slack. She looked at Inoue’s tranquil posture, then at Midori’s radiant expression, and finally at me, still sitting there, thoroughly embarrassed and unable to offer any logical defense. She looked back to Grandfather, searching for an ally to put an end to the madness, but found none.

The sheer weight of their collective resolve hit her all at once. The anger slowly drained from Mother's face, replaced by a look of sheer, exhausted defeat. She let out a long, deflated sigh, slumped back against her seat, and picked up her cold handkerchief, dabbing at her brow.

"I give up," Mother murmured, shaking her head in utter resignation, realizing that no amount of lecturing or tradition was going to alter the course they had set. "Do whatever you want. "

Your grandfather chuckled softly, as he looked at Midori and Inoue with profound respect. "Good women," Grandfather declared firmly, nodding his head in deep approval. "Selfless, strong, and dedicated to the family line. You have chosen well, grandson."