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

Chapter 402: I’m Here To Stay

Mika already knew.

He already knew how badly he had treated his family before.

It wasn’t that he had abused them or hurt them intentionally or done anything particularly cruel.

It was more subtle than that. More insidious.

He had simply...distanced himself.

Whenever they called, he wouldn’t pick up.

Whenever they messaged, he would avoid responding for as long as possible.

Whenever they tried to make plans, he would find excuses not to show.

And this was mostly directed at the Battle Angels themselves—the mothers—since he was locked in that constant battle of emotions with them, never sure how to feel, never sure how to act.

But the daughters?

They had suffered from his distance too.

He knew that now.

He knew the effect it had on all of them—the loneliness, the sadness, the quiet heartbreak of wanting to spend time with someone who kept pushing them away.

And he regretted it.

He regretted it so much.

That’s why he was trying to change now.

That’s why he was making an effort to reconnect, to be present, to actually be there for them in ways he hadn’t been before.

But hearing Astrid’s words—hearing just how deeply his distance had cut her made his heart absolutely shatter.

Because while Anya had her mother and her schemes, while Charlotte had her playful nature and her ability to make friends anywhere, while the others had something to fill the void...

Astrid had nothing.

She was a complete loner.

Not only did she have no friends—only subordinates who looked up to her, respected her, or feared her.

Not only was her relationship with her own mother fractured beyond repair, making them more like obstacles to each other than family.

But the entire world was her enemy.

Her job, her position, her very identity as the commander of the Anti-Demi-Human Alliance’s elite forces—it all painted a target on her back.

Everyone either wanted something from her, wanted to defeat her, or wanted to avoid her entirely.

And she acted like she didn’t care.

She put on that cold, indifferent mask every single day, walking through the world with her head high and her expression blank, as if nothing could touch her, as if she didn’t need anyone, as if she was perfectly fine on her own.

But deep inside?

She was hurting.

Hurting so much that it had driven her to this—to wrapping her tails in pillowcases with his face on them, to acting out elaborate fantasies just to feel close to someone, to feel loved, to feel anything other than the crushing weight of isolation.

And now Mika had seen it all.

Every desperate, pathetic, heartbreaking detail.

And he felt terrible.

But more than feeling terrible—more than guilt or regret or sadness—he felt a fierce, burning desire to fix this.

To help her.

To cheer her up.

To make her understand, once and for all, that she was not alone.

That he would never leave her side.

That the very idea of pushing her away was absurd, ridiculous, impossible.

He owed her that.

He owed her for every moment she’d spent wishing he was there, only to be met with absence.

And he was going to start paying that debt right now.

So, just as Astrid was finishing her tearful confession, just as she was looking at him with those sad, desperate, beautiful eyes and bracing herself for rejection—

He stepped forward.

Closed the distance between them.

And wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace.

Astrid froze.

Her entire body went rigid with shock.

"Mika...?"

"You’re an idiot." He murmured into her hair.

His voice was soft, warm, but firm.

"You’re a complete and total idiot, Astrid."

She didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Just stood there trembling in his arms, her breath caught in her throat.

"Do you really think I would push you away after this?"

He continued, holding her tighter.

"After seeing how much you care? After hearing how much you’ve been hurting?"

Her hands slowly, hesitantly, came up to grip his shirt.

"Astrid, I’m not going anywhere. I was never going anywhere. I was just—"

He let out a small laugh.

"I was shocked. And traumatized. And honestly, I still am. That was a lot to process. Probably more than any so called ’little brother’ should ever have to process about their ’big sister.’"

A wet, surprised laugh escaped her lips.

"But push you away? Leave you? Think less of you?"

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes.

"Never. That’s not going to happen. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

Her tears flowed faster, but these were different.

Warmer. Relieved.

"And for the record..."

Mika added, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I think you’re still majestic and powerful as before."

"Even if you do have a weird pillow collection. That’s just...that’s just a quirk. Everyone has quirks."

"Your quirk is just more..."

"...’elaborate’ than most."

Hearing this, Astrid let out a chuckle before she finally pulled back, tears still streaming down her cheeks—though not as much as before.

But even through the tears, she managed to pout.

It was the most adorable thing Mika had ever seen.

Somehow, impossibly, crying and pouting at the same time made her look even more pitifully cute.

"I-It’s all your fault, you know."

She complained, her voice wobbly but indignant.

"You’re the reason for all of this. If you had just been a good little brother, I would have never cried like this. You would have never seen me in such a messy state."

She poked him in the chest.

"It’s all your fault. Don’t you dare say otherwise."

Mika chuckled softly.

"I know, I know. It’s all my fault. And I’m so sorry."

Astrid’s pout deepened, but a blush crept onto her cheeks as she said,

"A simple apology isn’t enough, you know. You have to properly make it up to me."

She looked down, fidgeting.

"I’m scared that you’ll say sorry today, and then tomorrow you’ll leave me once again. So, I need proper reassurance. Real reassurance. For everything you’ve done."

Mika nodded seriously.

"Sure. What exactly do you want?"

At this, Astrid leaned forward, looking at him with an intense but still pitiful gaze like a wounded puppy trying to look fierce.

"I...I want you to call me big sister. I want you to treat me as your little brother should treat his big sister."

Mika opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, she pressed her finger against his lips.

"Don’t you dare deny me, Mika! Don’t you dare say anything against it. You owe me this."

Her voice trembled, but she pushed through.

"Do you have any idea what I’m feeling right now? The humiliation? The embarrassment? It’s so much that I just want to run away and never come back."

"So unless you never want to see your big sister again, you better treat me as your big sister."

She looked at him with a mix of desperation and warning and just to make her threat clear she added,

"A-And I’m serious, Mika. I will actually run away. Go out into the world. Disappear. After everything that’s happened tonight, do you really think that’s impossible?"

Mika looked at her.

At her tear-streaked face.

At her trembling lips.

At the desperate hope hiding behind all the threats and bluster.

And he sighed.

A long, deep, resigned sigh.

But underneath it—a smile.

"Fine." He said. "I’ll do as you said."

Astrid’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

"But." Mika held up a hand. "I’m not going to call you big sister here. That’s too much for me right now. But sure. From now on, you can...treat me as your little brother. You can act like my big sister."

"...I’ll allow it."

The moment those words left his mouth, all the floodgates released.

Astrid burst into joy.

She immediately jumped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around him in a crushing hug, squeezing so tight Mika thought his ribs might crack.

"MIKA! MIKA! MY LITTLE BROTHER IS BACK! MY LITTLE BROTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO ME! AND HE FINALLY ACCEPTED HIS BIG SISTER!"

"Astrid—can’t—breathe—"

But she wasn’t listening. She was too lost in her happiness.

"I’ve waited for this day for so long!"

She exclaimed, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

"I’ve dreamed of being able to cuddle you and treat you like a baby brother! I always thought it was just a dream, that it would never actually happen!"

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her face absolutely radiant despite the tears still wet on her cheeks.

"But it’s real! It’s actually real! My little baby brother is finally back!"

And then she hugged him again, even tighter, and this time her tails joined in.

All seven of them.

They wrapped around him like fluffy blankets, cocooning him in warmth and softness, completely enveloping him in Astrid’s embrace.

Mika felt her heart racing against his chest—fast, excited, alive with happiness.

He felt her tails trembling slightly, but not with sadness anymore.

With joy. With relief. With the overwhelming emotion of finally getting what she’d wanted for so long.

And even though he was a little pressed right now, even though he could barely move with all those tails wrapped around him, even though breathing was becoming a legitimate challenge—

He couldn’t help but smile.

"I’m back, Astrid." He said softly into her hair. "Your so-called little brother is back."

She squeezed him tighter.

"And you’re never leaving again."

It wasn’t a question.

It wasn’t even really a statement.

It was a command.

Mika laughed.

"You’re right." He agreed. "I’m never leaving again. I’m here to stay."

And surrounded by seven fluffy tails, wrapped in the warmth of his big sister’s love, Mika finally felt like he was exactly where he belonged.