SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 401: Please Don’t Push Me Away

Mika just stared at her.

Then, very quietly, he answered.

"I saw enough to have a thorough understanding of your hobbies."

Astrid shurked at his answer before her face went through several colors—red, white, red again, purple.

She then forced herself to calm down and asked,

"...Can we pretend this never happened?"

Mika’s eye twitched.

"I have tears in my eyes, Astrid. Actual tears. From what I just witnessed."

He said while biting his lips in agitation.

"So, do you think I can pretend this never happened?"

She winced.

"...Is that a no?"

"Yes, that’s a no Astrid. No matter what you say, I’ll never forget this. This is going to be seared into my memory forever."

Mika shook his head stubbornly, still processing the trauma of what he’d witnessed as he said,

"This is going to haunt my nightmares. This is going to be the thing I think about right before I die."

He crossed his arms, trying to regain some composure.

"And I think I will have to mention this to your mother, you know?"

Astrid’s tails trembled in response.

"She really is worried about you, you know." Mika continued in a contemplative tone. "I wanted to tell her that you were completely alright, but right now? After seeing this?"

He gestured vaguely at the tails, at the pillowcases behind, at the whole disastrous scene.

"I don’t know if I can. Because I have no idea if you are alright. I genuinely don’t know anymore."

Astrid’s eyes went wide with shock.

For a moment, she was frozen.

Then—her expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed. Her posture straightened.

Her voice dropped into something dangerous.

"You...You wouldn’t dare."

Mika raised an eyebrow.

"You wouldn’t dare rat me out to my own mother."

She repeated, her tone cold and warning.

But Mika just grinned.

A slow, mischievous, absolutely infuriating grin.

"What are you talking about, Asrid?" He said lightly. "I almost did it right now. And I can assure you, the moment you let me go, I’m going to do exactly that."

"So you have a choice, Astrid. Either you silence me right here and right now—" He chuckled. "—or you let me go and let me do the inevitable."

"I’m sorry, but it’s your choice."

He spread his hands, waiting.

Of course, Astrid rolled her eyes as what he said was absolutely ridiculous.

There was no way she would actually silence Mika.

No way she would hurt him, detain him, do anything to actually stop him.

They both knew that. He was basically daring her to do something impossible, something she would never do, and they both knew it.

So she should have just done what she always did.

Acted stubborn.

Acted like she didn’t care.

Acted cold and distant and indifferent and let him tell her mother.

Because initially—when the thought of her mother finding out about this first crossed her mind—she had been deeply embarrassed.

Deeply ashamed.

The idea of Nadia knowing about her...her activities...was mortifying.

But then she’d thought about it more.

And she’d realized: she didn’t really care what her mother thought.

They were already at odds, after all.

Their relationship was already fractured beyond repair.

What did it matter if Nadia thought she was crazy?

What did it matter if Nadia knew about her desperate, pathetic attempts to feel close to Mika?

She could handle it.

She could put up the walls again. She could act cold and indifferent.

She could say she didn’t care, that he could tell whoever he wanted, that it meant nothing to her.

That’s what she’d done earlier today, after all.

She’d pushed him away. Called him a stranger. Acted like he meant nothing.

She could do it again.

She opened her mouth to say exactly that—to put on the mask, to retreat behind the walls, to protect herself with cold indifference.

But then—

She looked at his face.

At Mika.

Her Mika.

Her little brother Mika.

The one she adored more than anything in the world.

The one whose attention she craved, whose affection she needed, whose presence made everything better.

And...she couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t act cold again.

She had already done it once today.

Already tried to push him away, to treat him like a stranger, to pretend she didn’t care.

And it had nearly destroyed her.

On the outside, she had seemed cold and composed.

But on the inside?

She had been going through absolute hell.

Pain. Grief. Aching loneliness. The thought of being so harsh to her own little brother had made her physically ill.

She had only managed it through sheer stubbornness.

Through pride.

Through the desperate need to prove that she didn’t need him, that she could be fine without him, that his refusal to call her ’big sister’ didn’t matter.

But it had been a lie.

Every second of it had been a lie.

And now, looking at his real face—not the pillow versions, not the fantasies, but the actual, living, breathing person she loved most in the world—she realized she couldn’t do it again.

Once was already too much.

Twice would break her entirely.

But worse than that—worse than anything was the thought of what he must think of her now.

After seeing this.

After witnessing her breakdown.

After watching her roleplay with her own tails, act out bizarre fantasies, smack herself and moan and pretend to be dominated by pillowcases of his face.

He must think she was crazy.

A weirdo.

A pervert.

Someone who acted cold and commanding in public but was actually a desperate, lonely freak who played with herself in private.

The thought of him looking down on her. Of him losing respect for her. Of him seeing her as something pathetic and broken and wrong.

It shattered her.

And just like that, all the emotions she had been holding back—sadness, sorrow, guilt, shame, fear crashed over her like a wave.

Her eyes filled with tears—not gradually, but all at once, a sudden welling that blurred her vision and spilled down her cheeks before she could even process what was happening.

Before Mika could even react, before he could say a word, she spoke.

"I...I’m sorry, Mika."

He blinked, caught completely off guard. His infuriating grin vanished, replaced by confusion.

"What? What are you—"

"I’m sorry for the way I acted before."

She continued, her voice trembling visibly, each word an effort to push past the lump in her throat.

"I-I’m sorry for treating you like a stranger. For pushing you away. For being so...so cold."

Tears started falling in earnest now, tracing hot paths down her cheeks.

"I couldn’t handle it, Mika. The way you were treating me. The way you wouldn’t call me ’big sister.’" Her voice cracked on the title. "I wanted it so badly, Mika. I begged and pleaded for you to say it, and you just...you just wouldn’t."

She hiccupped, a small, broken sound.

"A-And out of frustration, and anger, and jealousy, and so many stupid emotions, I did something horrible."

She choked on a sob, her whole chest heaving.

"I treated you like you were nothing to me. Like you were a stranger. And I’m so, so sorry for that." She pressed a hand to her chest, over her heart. "I didn’t mean to. It just...it just came out."

Mika stood frozen, watching her fall apart. His expression had shifted from confusion to something softer, more concerned, but she couldn’t read it through her tears.

"And what you just saw." She continued, gesturing weakly at her tails, at the pillowcases scattered on the floor like evidence of her shame. "What I did with my tails...that was out of sheer desperation. That wasn’t me—not the real me."

She swallowed hard, tears still flowing.

"That was...that was loneliness. Pure, aching loneliness."

She laughed—a sad, broken sound that held no humor, only pain.

"I was just so lonely, Mika. So lonely without you."

Mika’s breath caught.

"I mean, it’s been so long since we actually spent time together." Her voice grew thicker with each word. "I was so happy when I saw you at the academy. So happy. And then..."

"...and then I ruined it."

She pressed both hands to her face for a moment, wiping at the tears, but they kept coming.

"I acted out. I pushed you away. And I thought I could handle it. I thought I could bear it."

She laughed again, more bitter this time.

"I’m used to you not giving me attention, right? I’ve been dealing with it for years."

Another tear fell, splashing on her lap.

"But I couldn’t. I really couldn’t. The loneliness—it’s too much."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Every day it only gets worse. And I always want to talk to you, to speak to you, to love you, to cherish you...But I can never do any of that."

"So it all built up. And it finally reached a breaking point. And I ended up doing...what you saw. Out of desperation."

She let out a hollow, pitiful chuckle that was more sob than laugh.

"Do you know what the most funny thing is about that display? Or rather, the most scary thing?"

Mika shook his head slowly, his eye never leaving her face.

"It’s the fact that it actually made me feel good."

Her voice was as fragile as glass.

"Even though it was just my tails wrapped in pillowcases with your face on them. Even though it was just me, alone in my office, acting out fantasies. It actually made me feel loved."

Her lips trembled.

"It made me feel like you were really here, really with me, really caring about me."

She laughed again, more broken than before.

"And for that moment—as embarrassing as it was—I was so happy, Mika."

She looked at him with tear-drenched eyes.

"So happy that you wouldn’t understand."

Mika’s heart clenched painfully in his chest.

"S-So I’m sorry."

She continued, her eyes pleading with him to understand.

"I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry that your big sister isn’t always strong and majestic and powerful and prideful."

Another tear fell.

"Sometimes she’s just...this. Embarrassed. Desperate. Lonely."

She looked down at her lap, unable to meet his gaze anymore.

"I know you probably won’t look at me the same way after this. I know you probably think of me as some sort of pervert, some sort of weirdo—just like you said."

Her voice cracked.

"And I understand. I really do."

She swallowed hard, gathering herself.

"But please, Mika. Even if you have those thoughts—even if you look at me weirdly—please don’t use this as an excuse to push me away."

She looked up at him again, tears streaming down her cheeks in earnest now, her whole face wet and blotchy and utterly vulnerable.

"I’m already so lonely. I already have no one." Her voice broke on each word. "My mother and I don’t get along. I’m basically rivals with my sisters. The people in the Alliance fear me more than they like me."

She hiccupped.

"You’re the only one, Mika. You’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m not completely alone."

She reached out, her hand trembling violently, stopping just short of touching him—hovering in the air between them like she was afraid he might shatter if she made contact.

"So please. Please don’t push me away."

Her voice was barely audible now, thick with tears.

"Keep me by your side, even if it’s just a little. Even if it’s just occasionally. I’ll be satisfied with that.

"I-I don’t need more than that. I just need you to not...to not leave me completely."

Her whole body was trembling now—shoulders shaking, hands quivering, her tails vibrating with the force of her emotions.

They radiated her sadness, her fear, her desperate, aching need in waves that filled the corridor.

"P-Please don’t push me away."

She whispered one final time, looking at him with those beautiful, tear-filled eyes that held nothing but raw, unfiltered vulnerability.

"...Please."