We went the entire way by foot. Not because there was no car to drive us nor because the distance was too short to make a car reasonable. It took us half an hour to walk to the White-family mansion and during this half hour a whole battalion of curious onlookers began to follow us, staring at the leashed beauties and the normal looking guy walking them around.

Boasting was quite refreshing.

While I was thinking that Shiina and the other girls were freezing. These idiots always wore revealing and thin clothes despite the fact that it was still winter! Sometimes I wondered whether they just forgot or actually wanted to freeze off their asses.

I on the other hand had worn a proper, warm jacket and was silently laughing at their suffering.

Yah, I’m evil should you not have noticed that up till now.

When we finally arrived in front of the grand mansion of one of japans leading yakuza factions the people following us became less and less. They must have realized that it was a bad idea to follow someone who treated beautiful girls as pets to the home of a yakuza group.

The gate slowly opened, and we stepped inside a spacious courtyard.

Lined up along a path stood over 50 burly Japanese men in suits. Their iron-like expressions did not waver as they bowed towards us. It was a scary line up of people who would eventually kill me without even batting an eye.

“Just walk on.”, Shiina whispered into my ears as she saw my strained expression.

“My dad wants to intimidate you!”

Well that definitely worked…

Even a skilled actor like me had trouble to keep a face smile on his lips as he walked among a group of strong, big and armed men who were serving my new father-in-law. One misstep and I will most likely end up as sushi!

Ok that was racist…

Mei and Tomoe also seemed quite nervous as they began to pull at their clothes and threw short, fearful glances towards me. Girls I cannot help you, they will kill me first!

Kyoka on the other hand suddenly transformed into the most relaxed young mistress ever as she greeted each of those men by name.

“Oh, hi Guromon, long time not seen! How is your wife?”

I honestly did not want to know how the wife of someone called GUROmon was doing. I was so nervous that I even made a joke out of that guy’s name… sorry mate.

We had finally crossed the yard and now the two main bosses stood in front of me.

A tall, handsome western guy in his 50ties and a tiny beautiful, Japanese woman in the same age. Shiina’s Mom and dad.

My first thought was:

Wow, she is really tiny.

Mama Shiina was even smaller than Kyoka and the very sight was mindblowing. Especially since her father was even taller than me. The contrast was so overwhelming that I even suspected my own vision for a moment.

“H-hi…”, I studdered in my confusion.

Shiina instantly kicked me against the back of my foot, clearing up my clouded mind with a sharp pain.

“I’m Ryan, the boy-friend of Shiina and… owner of Kyoka? …. Eitherway, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs. White!”, even now I still kind of fucked it up, but seriously what should I have said?

For a while it was dead silent. My nervousness peaked, and I began to sweat, but now I had my face under control and struggled to keep up my professional face.

Suddenly the woman, Shiina’s mother, began to laugh.

“Oh dear, please stop scarring the poor boy. Remember how you came for my hand? You almost pissed your pants!”, her voice was nice and gentle and her words surprisingly pleasant to hear.

My expression wavered at the pissing his pants part though. I hoped he wouldn’t notice that.

The father’s expression fell as he gave his wife a dark look. Then he sighed deeply.

“Yeah, yeah just tell my son-in-law how pathetic I was. Are you happy now?”, he turned to face me.

“Boy, I’m glad you are willing to marry into this house of nutcases and take over my two stupid daughters. Come in, we have to talk about some serious things.”

Well… that went well?

We walked into the building and the pair of father and mother led us to a remote room in the back of the house. There we sat down around a long table and a butler (I think he was the Japanese version of a butler) brought some alcohol.

I instantly drank two glasses of pure vodka to calm my still strained nerves and obviously completely overdid it. My tolerance to alcohol had always been ridiculously low and now I just full idiot.

The result was an unhealthy amount of guts:

“So, you aren’t angry about this whole master-pet stuff?”

Her father gave me a deep look.

“You do realize that those two began to openly masturbate at the age of 10? At age 12 they began to run around naked and do lewd things all around the house and once they got 14 they got into even more crazy fetishes.

Getting some proper guy to take them as his pet’s is already the best possible outcome I could imagine!”, I could hear some rather old resignation in his words. Poor guy must be hard to be the father of two sexually screwed up girls.

And poor me once I got children…

I just realized what would happen once I get daughters…

“So… your wife comes from a village of people who are all like… this?”, I tried to change the topic.

This was the exciting part. A genetical enclave of humans with small height and strong sexuality. If I could do some research on them…

“Oh, I guessed that you would be interested in this!”, this time it was the mom who answered.

“Shiina told me that you were a biologist and that you were really interested in our unique people!”, she smiled kindly.

“To answer your question. Yes, every woman of our tribe is like me, Shiina or Kyoka. It is the result of selective breeding over hundreds of generations. In the village only the ten smallest girls of each generation are allowed to have children. They have the duty to bear children for all over families, while those who are to large will raise them as their own.

My grandmother was to tall to be part of those ten, but she wanted to have her own children which is why she left the village. Just so you know, the average height in the village is only one meter!”

My eyes flashes brightly as I got those information. So it was selective breeding!

“Is it something only passed on at the fe-“

“Let’s talk about the specifics of our people later.”, the father interrupted me.

“You will have a lot of time to study them either way. I told Kyoka not to tell you beforehand, but I bought the village and I plan on giving it to you!”

I was dumbfounded and stared at him.

“Bought the village…?!”, he bought a whole village? With the people in it?!

He nodded with satisfaction as he saw my stunned expression. “The village is located in a very remote mountain chain that is almost completely inaccessible. The village itself has been isolated from the rest of japan for over two thousand years and developed customs that the rest of the country wouldn’t be able to accept.

To protect the unique culture and genetic makeup of the villagers the government decided to hide it away from the public. In fact, only few people even now that the village exists and those who know are part of the government.

However, it would be bad if anyone found out that the government was hiding a culture like this and they decided it would be a better idea to give it to a private person to manage. This way the secret won’t be threatened by public investigations.

Since my wife is a descendant from that village and I am familiar with the culture they decided to let me buy the whole mountain range from them.

And I decided to give it to you.”, he smiled as he told me this crazy story.

I was honestly overwhelmed. This shit could make for some crazy conspiracy theories!

“I…can not accept this!”, I pressed out. Was he joking, we are talking about a MOUNTAINRANGE!

Giving me the yakuza division in Germany was already completely over the top, but giving me a mountain range?

He frowned a little and seemed to think about it.

“Just take it as my wedding present. Also, isn’t it better to give those people to a scientist who can research their uniqueness rather than just let them exist on their own? I though you would be happy to be able to research a completely unknown species of human!”

He was right…

And I won’t bother to argue with him that they cannot be considered a species…

But yeah… I can accept this….

I just received a whole people as wedding gift…