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

Chapter 426: A Whistle Is All You Need

Once Mika found his resolve, he pointed at the mountain of body pillows piled on the other side of the sofa.

Astrid blinked, confused by the sudden gesture.

"You see that pile over there, Astrid? That pile of replacements of me?"

She nodded slowly, not sure where this was going.

"Well, let me tell you something..."

His voice was firm, confident, with a smile that radiate certainty.

"...that is, you’re not going to need those anymore."

"From here onwards, I’m going to take care of your Venus Complex personally. There’s no need for any extras of me to help you with that—no matter how many dildos they have attached to them."

She gasped, a mix of shock and something else flickering across her features.

But he wasn’t done.

He leaned forward, studying her face closely—those flushed cheeks, those slightly glazed eyes, the way her breathing had grown just a bit heavier.

"I also know that right now, you’re in quite a heated state. You’re a little more...feisty than usual showing obvious symptoms of your Venus Complex."

His gaze held hers.

"And that’s actually the reason I wanted to meet you in the first place earlier tonight. So right now, I’m going to deal with it myself. Be prepared for that."

Astrid was shocked and two sides of her immediately went to war.

The first side—the honest, desperate, craving side—was beyond excited.

She had been using that body pillow, but nothing could ever compare to the real Mika.

She had experienced so much pleasure from him in the past. His simple touch could make her warm for days.

If he really went all out, she would be in absolute heaven.

She almost drooled at the thought.

But then the other side—the big sister side, the moral guardian, the one who saw him as her little brother—immediately slapped her mental hand.

’Wrong! This is wrong! He’s your little brother. You can’t let your little brother do such dirty things to you! It’s taboo! You need to resist!’

And that side won, so she crossed her arms over her chest, putting on her most assertive, confident expression despite the furious blush on her face.

"No, Mika. No."

She shook her head firmly.

"I’m not allowing you to do anything to your big sister. It’s wrong. It breaches every moral code we have."

"For the sake of not complicating our relationship and maintaining basic decency, I will not let you touch a single hair on my body."

She pointed at him like a scolding schoolteacher.

"There’s no way I’m letting you do anything to me at all. End of discussion."

Mika raised an eyebrow.

He pointed down at his lap.

"Then why are you sitting on top of me in such a intimate manner?"

Astrid’s face went even redder.

"That’s—that’s different! I’m allowed to touch you! That’s my privilege as your older sister! I have that responsibility! And I would never take it too far!"

She huffed.

"But you, young man—" She pointed at him again like an elder. "—are not allowed to do anything to me. That’s an absolute order!"

But Mika just ignored her words and instead, a evil glint appeared in his eyes.

A slow, dangerous grin also spread across his face as he leaned forward.

"You know, Astrid, when it comes to me, you have absolutely no resistance. None."

"If I wanted to do something, I could simply force my way through. You couldn’t stop me."

Astrid gulped.

Because she knew it was true.

As powerful as she was, when it came to Mika, she was completely helpless. Completely weak. Completely at his mercy.

But she put on a brave front anyway.

"No matter how powerful you are, Mika, I won’t give in! I’ll fight to the very end! If you really want to force me, then go ahead! I’m ready for whatever comes my way!"

Her tails shot up behind her, pointing at him menacingly. Her eyes blazed with determination.

She was ready to battle.

To protect her dignity.

To protect her status as a proper elder sister.

Mika stared back at her with equal intensity.

And the moment she saw his dark gaze—her tails trembled.

She was terrified.

But she held her ground.

And just as she braced herself for an inevitable losing battle—

Mika leaned back.

Casually.

Comfortably.

"Don’t worry." He said, his tone light and reassuring. "I won’t force you or anything like that. You know I could never lay a hand on you against your will."

The tension shattered.

Astrid’s eyes filled with adoration, with love, with overwhelming affection.

’He really did love her. He really did care.’

Out of sheer happiness and relief, she grabbed his face and started kissing him all over—his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, everywhere.

"You really are my little brother, Mika! You really are my little brother who loves his big sister so much!"

She pulled back, beaming with pride.

"I knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything against me! You love me too much to force me! I’m so proud of you, Mika! I’m so proud to have such a wonderful little brother!"

She looked at him with pure adoration, ready to continue her rambling about how much she loved him.

But Mika chuckled.

"Hold on. I only said I wouldn’t force myself against you."

She blinked.

"I didn’t say anything about making you ask for it yourself."

Astrid’s expression shifted to confusion.

"Huh? What do you mean, Mika? H-How are you going to make me ask for it?"

She laughed—a slightly nervous, disbelieving laugh.

"That’s absolutely ridiculous. There’s no way I would do that. Did you not just hear me? Why would I willingly ask you for—"

Before she could finish, Mika pursed his lips.

He blew a soft stream of air.

And out came a whistle.

A slightly high-pitched, almost paranormal whistle.

Unlike anything a normal human could produce.

And the moment she heard it—Astrid’s ears perked up instantly.

Like a dog hearing a sound it simply could not resist.

Before she even knew what was happening, her body moved on its own. She jumped off Mika’s lap—not gracefully, not controlled, but instinctively.

When she landed, it wasn’t on two legs like a human.

She landed on all fours.

Her posture was perfect—exactly like a fox. Her back arched slightly, her tails fanned out behind her, her head tilted up with ears perked forward.

She had become, in that moment, an animal.

Astrid’s eyes went wide with shock.

"WHAT?! What is this?! Why is my body acting like this?! This—This is impossible!"

She tried to stand, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. She was locked into this position.

She turned to Mika, panic in her voice.

"What did you do, Mika?! Did you put a spell on me?! Is this mind manipulation?! Some kind of hypnosis?!"

She protested furiously.

"This is cheating! You can’t do something like this to your older sister! This is an underhanded method!"

"I never taught you to be such a sneaky little brother!"

Her eyes glistened with grievance.

"Only villains would do something like this! Don’t do this, Mika! Stop it!"

But Mika just leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.

"Oh, come on, Astrid. Did I not just say I wouldn’t force you?"

"Mind manipulation and hypnosis just like Charlotte could do would also be forcing you. And you know I don’t break my promises."

He smiled warmly.

"So I didn’t do anything like that."

"Then why am I acting like this?! Even if I want to get up, I can’t!"

She struggled against her own body, but it was useless.

Mika’s expression turned knowing.

He leaned even closer, until his face was inches from hers, staring at her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"Have you forgotten the past, Astrid?"

She tilted her head on confusion.

"Have you forgotten the power my whistle has over you? And the games we played in the past? The fox training games?"

Recognition dawned.

Her face reveled with absolute shock.

"No way."

She looked up at him, disbelief written all over her face.

"No way are you using that against me, Mika!"

He grinned.

"I most definitely am, Astrid."

Hearing this, she looked betrayed. Slightly angry. Completely unable to believe he would use their childhood games against her.

"I only used this for completely different purposes in the past." Mika continued smoothly. "But now? It seems absolutely perfect for this occasion."

Astrid could only stare up at him, trapped in her own body, helpless and completely at his mercy.

And Mika?

Mika looked utterly satisfied.

Because unlike with Yelena and Fauna, he didn’t need manipulation here.

He didn’t need lies.

He didn’t need to twist scenarios, change stories, make up identities, or put on elaborate performances just to get them to be intimate.

With Astrid, he could take a much more straightforward approach.

He could simply become her owner in this moment.

The owner of a fox.

A fox that would do whatever tricks its master wanted.

And to understand why Astrid reacted that way to a simple whistle—why her body immediately dropped to all fours, why she was now completely at Mika’s mercy—we have to go back.

All the way back to when they were both children.