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

Chapter 431 431: Forbidden Pleasure

SMACK!

"Ahhhhhhh—!"

Astrid let out a loud moan as she felt her ass get smacked, her body jolting forward from the impact.

Before she could recover, another smack landed, making her gasp.

"Haughhh—!"

She slowly turned her head, looking back at Mika with pitiful, tear-filled eyes.

"Why...Why did you smack my ass like that, Mika? Why are you bullying me like this?"

Mika shook his head sympathetically—but there was no real sympathy in his expression.

"This isn't bullying, Astrid. This is simply how you teach a pet that refuses to listen. You punish it enough so that it follows what you desire. What you wish for."

He smiled down at her.

"Start mooing right now. Moo like a cow. And I can assure you, the punishment will be over. No more smacking."

Astrid's eyes flashed with defiance.

"No. No way. I won't give in. I-I won't moo for you."

This was it.

This was the last scrap of defiance left in her, the final stand against everything he'd already taken—her clothes, her dignity, her carefully constructed dominance over him.

If she gave in now, if she mooed like some animal, she'd lose something she could never get back.

Mika just shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

He raised his hand again.

"Wait—no—don't—"

SMACK!

"OHHHH!"

He raised his hand again.

"Wait—" The word escaped before she could stop it. "No, stop—"

Crack!

"HAAAH—!" Her voice pitched higher, broke. "It hurts, Mika, it hurts! So please—"

But he didn't care.

His hand rose and fell, rose and fell, each strike landing on the same tender spot—

Smack!

"Ahhhhh—!"

Spank!

"Noooo—!"

Slap!

"M-My poor butt—!"

—until she could feel the heat radiating from her own flesh, until she knew without looking that her pale skin was turning a vicious, brilliant red.

"Mika, please!"

She was begging now, she knew she was begging, but she couldn't seem to stop.

"You're bruising me, I have sensitive skin, you can't—"

Crack!

"ARGHH—! HAAAH—! AHHHH—!"

The sound she made this time—God, she barely recognized it. High and keening, almost animal, the kind of noise a fox might make in a trap.

"Come on, Astrid." His voice floated down to her, calm and inexorable. "Moo for me. I know you want to. I can see it in you, deep down. So make the noise. Make the noise and make me happy."

But even with tears in her eyes, she didn't give in.

"No! I won't! I won't give in no matter what!"

But unfortunately that only led to more consequences.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each smack was accompanied by a command and protest.

"Moo for me!"

"Noooo!"

SMACK.

"I said moo for me! It's not that hard!"

"Never, Mika! Never!"

SMACK!

"Goddammit, Astrid, just give in! At this rate, you're ass is going to look two bright red ballons stuck together!"

"I-I don't care Mika! I'll never moo for you!"

But eventually, her voice became less strong and insensitive grew more desperate.

"It hurts! My butt! This is—you can't discipline me like this! I'm supposed to be the one disciplining you! You can't—"

SMACK!

"Please, stop! Stop smacking me!"

But Mika didn't stop.

He intensified his assault.

One hand continued smacking her ass while the other reached around and squeezed her nipple tightly, making her whimper in pain even as her ass continued to get spanked.

Each smack made her entire body shake—even her breasts wobbled with the impact.

She was being utterly humiliated.

Degraded.

Broken down.

And for a moment—just a moment—Mika felt a twinge of guilt.

This was his stubborn, proud supposed-sister, the girl who never gave in to anyone, and here she was, having her ass smacked while sticking it out like an animal.

But he pushed the guilt aside.

This was all part of the process.

He couldn't give in now.

Instead, he took it a step further and pulled down her underwear.

Her smooth, round ass was revealed—not completely exposed, the last bit of modesty barely hidden—but enough.

Enough to see her pale white skin, enough to see the red marks forming from his hand.

He continued smacking.

And something began to change in Astrid that Mika was not aware of.

At first, Astrid had felt nothing but pain and humiliation.

This was wrong.

She was supposed to be the dominant one.

She was supposed to discipline him.

And now she was naked, being spanked like a misbehaving pet, and she hated it.

She hated it.

But as time went on—

As Mika looked down at her with that dominant gaze, treating her like nothing but a cow, a pet that deserved to be punished by its owner—

Something shifted.

Deep in her core, a heat began to build.

Being treated like this by her little brother—being completely dominated, unable to resist, forced to submit—was doing something to her.

Something she didn't expect.

Every time his hand smacked down, she felt a jolt of pleasure mixed with the pain.

Every time he looked at her with that cold, commanding stare, her heart raced with excitement.

Her panties were getting wet.

And when his hand landed on her ass, the sounds that came from her mouth weren't moans of pain anymore.

They were moans of ecstasy.

She had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out in pleasure.

She rolled her eyes back, struggling to maintain her protests while her body betrayed her completely.

Mika thought he was punishing her.

He thought he was breaking down her resistance.

And in a way, he was.

But not in the way he imagined.

Because with every smack, with every degrading command, with every moment of being treated like an animal—Astrid was getting more and more turned on.

She had started wanting it to stop, but now?

Now she didn't want it to end.

It was so wrong.

She shouldn't feel this way.

But something inside her whispered the exact opposite.

'I-It's so wrong. But does it feel so good?'

'Why do I want more?'

'Why do I want him to keep going? To go further? To—'

'Stop it. Stop thinking like that. You're his big sister. You're supposed to be above this.'

'But...but being beneath him...being his pet...being owned by him...'

'It feels so right.'

The internal battle raged, but then she suddenly realised something horrifying.

Her pussy was leaking.

At first it was just a little moisture, nothing noticeable.

But now—now it was gushing.

Wet juices were starting to flow down her thighs, and she could feel them gathering, threatening to betray her completely.

And if Mika realized she was getting soaking wet from being spanked—if he knew she was actually enjoying this—he would never let her live it down.

He would tease her endlessly.

She would never be able to call herself his big sister again.

The dynamic would be reversed forever.

She couldn't let that happen.

So—

"OKAY! OKAY!"

She gasped out the words between moans.

"I'll give in! I'll give in! Stop smacking me around! I'll moo like a cow! Just like you said!"

His hand paused mid-strike. "Yeah?"

"Yes—yes, just—don't hit me anymore. I'll do it. I'll moo like you said!"

She didn't wait for him to agree.

Couldn't wait—every second was another chance for her treacherous body to betray her further.

She started moving her head back and forth the way she'd seen cows do in the fields, and she opened her mouth and—

"M-Moooo..."

The sound came out weak, pathetic. But she tried again and it was better

"Moooo!~"

"Moooooo!~"

"Mooooooo!~"

Mika blinked in surprise.

He had been prepared to smack her many more times. She had seemed so reluctant, so stubborn.

He honestly thought this would take much longer.

But she has actually given in.

Maybe it had just been too painful for her. Maybe she couldn't take any more.

And realising this, he couldn't help but feel guilt for breaking her down like this.

But the sight of her actually doing it—moving like a cow, mooing earnestly—quickly dispelled any guilt.

It was actually kind of delightful.

He reached out and patted her head.

"Good girl, Astrid. Such a good girl. You really were born to be an animal, weren't you? Perfectly imitating a cow."

She keptkept mooing and tried not to think about how the words made her feel.

"Keep it up."

He said, and there was something new in his voice now—something hungry as he added,

"Right now, I'm going to see if I can get some milk out of these udders of yours. So keep your position."

Astrid's heart raced.

He was going to grope her breasts again.

And after everything that had happened, after how turned on she already was—she didn't mind that at all.

In fact, she welcomed it. Her pussy was already so revved up, so thoroughly excited, that any touch would only increase her pleasure.

She looked at him with anticipation, waiting for his hands to find her chest.

But he didn't grab her breasts.

Instead, he lay down. Flat on his back, sliding underneath her until his face was directly beneath her hanging chest, and she looked down and saw him there—saw her own nipples inches from his mouth, saw the look in his eyes as he gazed up at her.

Mika himself could feel her nipples brushing against his lips like ripe fruit hanging from a tree, just waiting to be picked.

And with such tempting targets right in front of him, he couldn't hold back.

He opened his mouth and started sucking.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Astrid jerked violently at the sensation.

"Wait—Mika—what are you doing?! You didn't tell me you were going to—"

But before she could finisb, his gaze snapped up to her, stern and commanding.

"I told you to act like a cow and moo. Not speak like a human. So keep mooing, unless you want me to start smacking you again?"

She had no choice.

She continued mooing softly, as he pulled her chest down even more.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

He sucked on her nipples like a starving man, playing with them in his mouth, biting gently, muttering against her skin.

"These are perfect...so soft...I'm going to milk you dry..."

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

His tongue lashed at her nipple, his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, and with every pass of his mouth, she felt it—that heat, that want, building and building.

"Moo louder Astrid." He murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through her. "Moo like a cow. Let me get this milk. Let me have it."

"M-Moooo! Moooooo!"

Having no choice she mooed louder, while her brother sucked her breasts like a starving thing.

And between her legs, her pussy kept dripping, kept pouring, the evidence of her arousal sliding down her thighs in steady streams.

He couldn't see it. He was on his back, looking up, focused entirely on her tits.

But she could feel it—feel how wet she was, how much, and the knowledge that it was happening right under his nose without him knowing made it somehow better.

"Mmmm—! Ahhhh—! Nnnn—!"

She bit her lip trying to keep quiet, but little sounds kept escaping—whimpers, gasps, half-muffled moans that she prayed he'd mistake for discomfort.

And behind her, her tails were swaying, moving in rhythms she couldn't control.

It got worse when he switched nipples, latching onto the other one with the same desperate hunger.

"Ahhh—nooo! No—I mean moooo! Moooo!"

It started as a humiliating act.

But now?

Now it was unmistakable.

Her tails were wagging furiously from side to side in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Her juices were flowing freely, leaking down her thighs in a steady stream.

If anyone looked from the opposite direction, they would see exactly how wet she had become.

Two people, both thoroughly enjoying themselves.

One—Mika—openly and brazenly, his rock-hard boner straining against his pants, desperate to be freed.

The other—Astrid—silently biting her lip, trying to maintain some dignity, but wearing the most lust-filled expression imaginable.

She was having the time of her life.

But she didn't dare reveal it and just held her moans in as her brother feasted on her breasts.