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

Chapter 404: Taking Back Time One Kiss At A Time

"Oh, come on, Astrid!"

Mika complained, struggling slightly in her grip.

"This is absolutely too much! I was fine with the tail throne, but now you’re making me sit on your lap?"

"This is too much even for you!"

But Astrid just shook her head firmly, a completely unrepentant expression on her face.

"No, Mika. Not at all."

Her voice was warm, motherly, utterly insistent.

She looked down at him with a gentle smile, her eyes soft and affectionate.

"Like I said, my little brother deserves a throne. And since I don’t actually have a throne in my office..."

She glanced around the room.

"...I suppose I’ll have to build one for you whenever you come over."

"But until then..."

She wiggled her lap slightly, settling him more comfortably against her.

"...you’ll just have to use my own body as your throne."

"Your body is not a throne!" Mika sputtered.

"It may not." Astrid agreed with an indignant gaze before smiling and saying, "But it’s still better than any chair or throne out there, you know. Even better than my tails."

She poked her thigh, showing off its softness.

"After all, it’s very soft and plump all over. I made sure of it."

Mika blinked.

"You...made sure of it? What do mean by that."

"Oh that. Well..."

Astrid’s expression turned slightly smug.

"Whenever I trained, whenever I gained power, I always made sure that my body itself didn’t gain any particular muscles. Didn’t become hard anywhere. Especially my thighs."

She poked her thigh again, demonstrating.

"I made sure this part of me remained soft. Because I always knew..." She looked at him with warm, nostalgic eyes. "...that this was my little brother’s seat."

Mika gulped.

"That’s how it’s always been, Mika. For years. You always sat on my lap. Whether we’re eating dinner or watching a movie. You have always sat on my lap."

"So..." She poked his cheeks as she pouted. "Why are you suddenly complaining now?"

And in response, Mika stared at her dismay and disbelief before shouting in outrage,

"What are you talking about, Astrid? I always struggled!"

He struggled again, his face flushing.

"I always struggled every time you put me on your lap and I tried to pry your fingers of me so that I could get away!"

"But you always forced me to stay! You made sure I couldn’t escape!"

"Did I?" Astrid tilted her head innocently. "I don’t remember that."

"YOU ABSOLUTELY DID!"

And in response to his complaints, she chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate as she said,

"Well, regardless—you’re not escaping now either. So, don’t even try. It’s useless"

"You—I’m a grown man, Astrid!"

Mika protested, as her grip on him became tighter.

"I’m not a little boy anymore! This is really embarrassing, sitting on another girl’s lap like this!"

He tried to push himself up.

"And if you want, you can sit on my lap! Just please let me go!"

But Astrid’s arms tightened like steel bands.

"No."

"Astrid—"

"No."

"Come on—"

"No, no, no, no, no."

She shook her head firmly, a playful smile on her face.

"I will never let you go, Mika. Never. You’re stuck here with your big sister forever. There’s no way I’m letting go."

Mika groaned.

But just then her expression shifted becoming slightly mischievous.

Her eyes roamed over his face, lingering on his cheeks.

"You know." She said slowly. "There’s actually one more thing that I absolutely want to hold and never let go."

Mika eyed her warily. "What?"

"Your cheeks, Mika."

Before he could react, her hands shot forward and grabbed his cheeks, squeezing and pulling them with obvious delight.

"Your puffy, adorable cheeks!" She cooed, tugging at his skin. "I just can’t let go when they look so cute and fluffy! I’ve missed these so much!"

Mika made muffled protesting sounds, his cheeks stretched between her fingers.

"Although...technically, they’re not as soft as they used to be."

She frowned slightly, still tugging.

"When you were a child, your cheeks were like clouds. Like the softest, fluffiest clouds in existence."

"Now there’s hardly any fat at all." She pouted like it was a great sorrow. "Just skin and muscle. A little disappointing, honestly."

"But who cares?"

Astrid’s face brightened again, her smile returning in full force.

"They’re my baby brother’s cheeks! Even if they’re not as soft, I still want to pull on them!"

And she did.

She tugged and squeezed and pulled, making his face stretch into all sorts of ridiculous expressions while he struggled uselessly against her hold.

Mika finally managed to grab her wrists, trying to pull her hands away.

"Don’t pull on my cheeks, Astrid! This is something you do to babies!"

Astrid’s eyes sparkled.

"Exactly, Mika. This is something you do to babies. And since you’re my baby brother—"

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a cooing, affectionate tone.

"—I want to do this to you."

She pulled on his cheeks again, her voice shifting into a singsong, baby-talk rhythm.

"Oh my, look how cute you are! Look at how adorable this little brother is!"

"So sweet! So cuddly! Oh, I love you so much!"

Mika’s eye twitched.

"Who loves you so much?" She continued in that same baby voice, answering herself immediately.

"Big sister loves you so much! Yes she does! Yes she does!"

She nuzzled her nose against his.

Mika opened his mouth to protest—

But then she leaned forward even more, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What’s that, Mika? What did you say?"

"I didn’t say anyth—"

"Did you just say that you want me to kiss you all over your face?"

She interrupted enthusiastically.

"That you want to feel all of my love right on you?!"

His eyes went wide.

"WAIT, HOLD UP—I NEVER SAID THAT—"

But Astrid was already beaming.

"Of course, Mika! Anything you ask for!"

And then—

The barrage began.

She grabbed him, pulled him closer, and started pressing kiss after kiss after kiss all over his face.

His forehead. His cheeks. His nose. His chin. His eyelids.

Every single inch of available skin.

"I love you, Mika!"

Kiss!♡~

"I love you so much!"

Kiss!♡~

"I love my baby brother!"

Kiss!♡~

"I love you more than anyone in the world!"

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Mika tried to pull away, tried to protest, tried to do anything—but his hands were suddenly bound by her tails, which had wrapped around his wrists the moment they sensed he might try to escape.

He was completely trapped.

Helpless.

At the mercy of his overly affectionate big sister.

And she was taking full advantage.

Kiss after kiss after kiss landed on his face, each one accompanied by declarations of love and adoration.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~"

His face grew progressively wetter, covered in the evidence of her affection, as she smothered him with the kind of overwhelming love that only Astrid could deliver.

It was too much.

It was absolutely, completely, utterly too much.

And yet—

Mika eventually stopped struggling.

Because he realized something.

This wasn’t just affection.

This wasn’t just her being clingy or possessive or weird.

This was her taking back all the time they’d lost.

Every moment they’d spent apart. Every day he’d pushed her away. Every call he’d ignored, every message he’d left unread, every opportunity for connection he’d let slip through his fingers.

She was making up for all of it.

Right here. Right now. With every kiss.

And Mika realized—he deserved this.

Not in a punishing way.

But in the sense that he owed her this.

He owed her the chance to love him openly, freely, without barriers. He owed her the chance to be his big sister in the way she’d always wanted.

So he gave in.

He stopped fighting.

He let himself be kissed.

And somewhere deep inside, hidden beneath all the embarrassment and awkwardness and "I’m a grown man" protests...

He secretly enjoyed it.

The warmth. The affection. The unconditional love pouring from his big sister.

It felt...good.

Really, really good.

Astrid noticed the change immediately.

The way his body softened against hers. The way he stopped fighting. The way he just...accepted.

Her eyes glistened with happy tears.

And she kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

Making up for lost time.

One kiss at a time.