Are there still Aristocratic Families in Japan?
This was a good question.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura stared at the reply on her screen.
Finally, she stared at the username: [Dreams Awaken and Flowers Bloom in the Courtyard]. Her mind was already in a brainstorm.
She had heard her father, a diplomat from Great Britain, say that Japan had castrated itself early on.
Because the USA did not need Japan to have too much autonomy. Coincidentally, Japan's ancient aristocratic families were the biggest obstacle for the Americans to tie Japan with a dog chain.
Therefore, Japan supposedly no longer had true Aristocratic Families.
This made Eriri, a girl who grew up in Japan but with British roots, very disappointed. She had longed for the style of old nobility—a class brewed by time and history.
But now… she found a "Young Lady" who was suspected to be from a hidden aristocratic family on LINE…
Is this possible?
What if she was just specially trained to act like this by some wealthy company?
But that cynical idea was soon shattered by the sheer literary cultivation of the post.
Perhaps the powerful could raise a beauty with high academic achievements. But such bearing? Such elegance? Such innate cultivation?
It cannot be simply "trained." It must be natural and instinctive, flowing from the heart.
A beautiful figure under a cherry tree flashed before Eriri's imagination.
Eriri completely overturned her father's conclusion.
This must be the Eldest Daughter raised by a hidden Noble Family!
The traces of history were simply too eye-catching to ignore!
Sobu High School
Similarly, Hayato Hayama, who deduced this same guess, was stunned. A numbness rushed straight from his spine to his brain.
The Noble Families are still there.
Or rather… The Noble Families have always been there!
Japan has a large population. With such a large base, smart people are naturally born.
When someone posted this guess on LINE… it went viral.
It was a mess!
Hayama couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the excited discussion of the Tobe Trio. They were enthusiastic, acting as if they had discovered some shocking secret of the universe.
They believed they had uncovered the truth about the high-level officials.
The Aristocratic Families that had stood for hundreds or even thousands of years were probably buried underwater—hidden beneath the surface of modern society.
Just thinking about such a behemoth squatting in the shadows of Japan was horrifying.
They were even more awe-inspiring than the Zaibatsus!
At this moment, the popularity on LINE had gone viral.
Some people enthusiastically circulated this post on the Internet. Some excitedly discussed with their friends what it meant for the "Hidden Aristocracy" to surface.
Just as common people in ancient times flocked to the market to watch high-ranking officials beheaded, modern people loved anecdotes about the powerful. They loved this kind of news about secret societies.
This also indirectly led to the emergence of many marriage proposals.
[Comment]: I want to be Miss Hanakaiin's dog!
[Comment]: I want to be Miss Hanakaiin's stepping stone!
What's more, some people directly sent private messages. Those confident in their looks sent handsome photos. Those confident in their abilities sent job applications.
For a time, it was like demons and monsters had all gone into battle.
[Dreams Awaken and Flowers Bloom in the Courtyard]—or "Miss Hanakaiin" as the internet dubbed her—had become the National Dream Lover in a very short time.
Shinomiya Estate
Until this heat burned all the way to the Hayasaka Family.
Looking through the network data expressionlessly, Ai Hayasaka went from being noncommittal to suspicious.
Aristocratic Family?
How… is this possible!?
She read the post again and again in doubt.
Hayasaka suddenly had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
As the valet to the Shinomiya Family heiress, Hayasaka was obviously tasked with monitoring threats. And the Hayasaka family happened to be responsible for network supervision for the Shinomiya Group.
In Japan, network supervision was not entirely under the responsibility of the government, but often outsourced to the Zaibatsus.
Therefore, her family specifically informed Hayasaka of this matter. They wanted to know the attitude of the Shinomiya heiress (Kaguya).
Hayasaka's face was extremely serious. This kind of thing was no joke.
She quickly assembled her custom-built "black technology" computer and traced the IP location of the post from the backend.
Itsukushima Shrine?
Her brows furrowed. It felt more and more unbelievable.
Impossible…
How has Itsukushima Shrine fallen into such a state?
Before the Western powers arrived, Itsukushima was indeed a holy site worthy of the title of a Noble Family. But in modern times, hadn't the old clans been disbanded?
After all, it was a coastal area and was the original victim of modernization.
But the "feeling" that this post gave people could not be faked… and the name derived from the username made Hayasaka look twice.
Hanakaiin.
After calling the main Hayasaka archives, she learned that the name "Hanakaiin" was extremely low-key. If there weren't members who had walked in history, there would be no record of it at all.
It was said that…
The Hanakaiin Clan is the prototype of the Kamo Clan.
In other words, the Kamo family (famous Onmyoji) was a branch that flowed out of the Hanakaiin main line. And the Hanakaiin were the real Chief Priests of Itsukushima Shrine.
Of course, today's Itsukushima Shrine had become a tourist attraction. Perhaps some Kamo members still held important positions, but more of them were "salted fish" (slackers) installed by the government.
After learning some of the historical "truth," Hayasaka paced around her room, thinking about the significance.
Then, after hesitating for a while, she sent an email to the Chief Priest of Itsukushima Shrine, attaching the link to the LINE post.
Anyway, let's test the attitude over there first…
Mizunotsuki Residence
Oh?
It finally started.
But distractions could wait. His focus sharpened on the exquisite forms arrayed before him, soft and yielding, his "wings" as he fondly called them.
Reiko Yukinoshita, the Yukinoshita matriarch, knelt between his thighs on the plush rug, her elegant hands bound loosely behind her back with a silk tie—a symbol of her total surrender. She was truly considerate, anticipating his whims with the precision of a woman who had traded power for protection. Seiran's fingers threaded through her dark hair, gathering it into a high ponytail as he guided her mouth down his length.
"Deeper," he commanded, his voice a low growl that brooked no hesitation. Reiko complied, her lips stretching around him, throat relaxing to take him fully, her eyes watering but locked on his in submissive adoration.
She bobbed rhythmically, tongue swirling along the underside, humming softly to send vibrations through him. Seiran's hips bucked slightly, thrusting into the warm, wet heat, his free hand cupping her breast, pinching the nipple until she whimpered around him.
Beside them on the sofa, Haruno Yukinoshita—the "Great Fairy"—straddled a pillow, grinding against it under Seiran's earlier orders, her deflowered body still flushed from their morning indulgences. Her hands were free, but she knew better than to touch herself without permission; instead, she watched her mother service him, her own arousal building as she awaited her turn.
"Please, Seiran-sama," she breathed, her voice husky with need, hips rolling in desperate circles. He glanced at her, amused, and nodded. Haruno's fingers dipped between her legs, circling her clit with frantic urgency, moans spilling from her lips as she chased release, her eyes never leaving the scene.
Sae Chabashira, the stern "Teacher," lay sprawled on the opposite end, her queenly facade shattered into wanton abandon. Seiran had positioned her on all fours earlier, spanking her firm ass until it glowed red, a punishment for some imagined infraction that only heightened her desire.
Now, she fingered herself slowly, as per his command, her other hand tweaking her nipples, body arched in offering.
"More," Seiran ordered, and Sae obeyed, plunging three fingers inside her slick pussy, thrusting in time with Reiko's sucks, her gasps mingling with the wet sounds filling the room.
Sensing the crescendo, Seiran pulled Reiko off him with a pop, her saliva trailing strings between them.
"All of you—now." He arranged them with dominant efficiency: Reiko on her back beneath him, legs spread wide; Haruno straddling his face reverse, her dripping core hovering over his mouth; Sae positioned to ride his cock. No entanglements between the women—each served him alone, their pleasures derived solely from his touch.
He thrust into Sae first, gripping her hips bruisingly as she sank down, her walls clenching around his girth. She rode him hard, breasts bouncing, cries echoing as he slapped her thigh for encouragement.
Simultaneously, his tongue delved into Haruno, lapping at her folds with ruthless precision, fingers digging into her ass to hold her in place as she ground against his face, sobbing in ecstasy.
Reiko, pinned below, received his hand—fingers curling inside her, thumb on her clit, driving her to the edge with expert strokes.
The room filled with their symphony: Sae's commanding moans turning pleading, Haruno's fairy-like whimpers escalating to screams, Reiko's refined gasps fracturing into raw pleas. Seiran orchestrated it all, switching positions fluidly—thrusting into Haruno doggy-style while fingering Sae, then face-fucking Reiko as the others worshipped his balls and thighs.
Dominance pulsed through every command: "Faster," "Beg," "Cum for me." They obeyed, orgasms crashing in waves—Sae squirting around him, Haruno trembling in aftershocks, Reiko arching in silent scream.
Finally, he claimed his release, pulling out to mark them: hot spurts across Reiko's breasts, Haruno's ass, Sae's stomach. They collapsed around him in a sweaty, sated stack—Reiko curled at his feet, Haruno draped over his lap, Sae nestled against his chest—his wings, bound by desire and loyalty.
Seiren gently pushed them aside to check his notifications.
And the popularity on the Internet wasn't in vain. Seiran had spent dozens of System Points to arrange a "Cognitive Buff" on the post.
What "Self-Restraint" or "Natural Elegance"?
Without cheating, how could a single paragraph of text convince everyone of a "Noble Lady's" existence? Maybe the writer was just a middle-aged man in a basement?
It must be said that System Points were really a panacea.
Noticing that many dignitaries (like the Shinomiya/Hayasaka group) had noticed this post, Seiran maliciously tagged the Kamo Family far away overseas.
As for who the fabricated "Eldest Lady" was…
His spiritual eyes "looked" at the two peerless beauties—one older, one younger—who were protected by a Cursed Barrier in his newly created pocket dimension.
It was a Copy unlocked by Seiran:
Yohime from Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan. (The wife of Nurarihyon).
And the Yuki-Onna (Snow Woman) who protects Rikuo Nura in the original work — Tsurara Oikawa.
Yohime's specific origin isn't fully detailed in the original work, so it was reasonable to give her the surname of Hanakaiin (since she had healing powers and spiritual affinity).
Seiran's eyes changed as he sensed that the Kamo Family, far away overseas, seemed to have reacted to the bait.
This time, my investment is huge.
If I can't make a profit, then I will use the entire Kamo Clan to repay the debt…
The web tightened. Aristocratic shadows stirred, but Seiran reigned supreme, his harem expanding, his power unchallenged.
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