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

Chapter 444: Apocalyptic Kiss

While Nadia was lost in her thoughts—dreaming of a future that suddenly seemed so hopeful, so bright—Mika glanced at the clock on the wall.

He had stayed longer than he intended and he needed to go.

Yelena and Fauna were waiting, and if he left them hanging too long, there would be consequences he really didn’t want to deal with.

But before he left, there was one more thing he wanted to do.

He bent down toward Astrid, bringing his face close to hers. Nadia watched curiously as he paused for a moment, then, to Nadia’s surprise, he pressed a gentle kiss right on Astrid’s forehead.

"Goodnight, my little fox."

He whispered against her skin.

"Sweet dreams."

Astrid didn’t wake.

But something happened.

Her sleeping face, which had been peaceful before, suddenly changed and a small smile curved her lips.

She let out a tiny, contented sigh and snuggled deeper into Nadia’s lap, her body relaxing even further.

Nadia stared in slight irritation.

Her daughter had not reacted at all when she had kissed her. Not a flicker, not a twitch, not a single sign that she even noticed.

But Mika kissed her once, and she smiled like a child receiving a gift.

Nadia felt something prickling at her—something that might have been jealousy, might have been irritation, might have been a little bit of both.

She opened her mouth to say something—

But before she could, Mika straightened up and turned to her.

"Goodnight, Nadia."

He smiled.

"I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope whatever you have planned isn’t too daunting of a task." He added with a teasing lilt. "Something easy for once, maybe?"

He turned and started walking toward the door, his steps casual, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

Nadia watched him go, her mind struggling to catch up.

That was it?

He was just...leaving?

She opened her mouth to call out to him, but he was already at the threshold, one hand on the doorframe, clearly about to disappear into the night.

And then she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"Mika! Wait!"

He paused.

Turned back slowly, one eyebrow raised.

"What’s wrong?" His voice was light, unconcerned. "If you’re worried about me leaving you with Astrid, don’t think too much about it. You’ll get her back to bed before sunrise—there won’t be any issues."

He started to turn away again.

"No!"

The word came out sharper than she intended as she quickly said,

"I-I’m not talking about that, Mika."

He stopped and turned back fully this time, his expression curious.

Nadia hesitated.

Her face, as always, was frustratingly still—but her eyes were doing something unusual.

They were darting away, then back, then away again.

Her lips pressed together. Her hands fidgeted slightly in her lap.

She looked...embarrassed.

"It’s just that you kissed Astrid. You kissed her on the forehead and said goodnight. But me..."

Her voice dropped, almost inaudible.

"You just said goodbye and walked away."

Mika’s expression shifted. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

"So what exactly are you trying to say, Nadia?"

A flush crept across her cheeks—barely visible, but there.

"I...I want you to kiss me too, Mika."

The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

"It’s not fair that you kiss Astrid and just leave. I deserve a kiss as well. You can’t just show me a sight like that and leave me hanging."

She looked up at him with an expression that was almost petulant.

"Your poor mother also wants a kiss."

Mika stared at her for a long moment.

His face was unreadable, thoughtful, as if he was considering something very carefully.

Then he shrugged.

"Okay, sure, Nadia. I’ll give you a kiss."

Her heart leaped.

"But—" He held up a finger. "—you have to come over here and get it yourself. I’m feeling quite lazy to walk all the way over there."

Nadia’s face fell into panic.

"But Mika! I’m stuck! I have Astrid on my lap—I can’t just push her aside! What if she wakes up? What if—"

Mika folded his arms, his expression unchanging.

"Then do it, Nadia. If you really want a kiss from me, then come get it."

He tilted his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Or do you care more about your daughter than you care about me?"

Nadia’s mouth fell open.

That was—that was completely unfair! He was making her choose between her daughter and her son! How could he do that to her?

On one hand, she had Astrid sleeping so peacefully in her lap, warm and soft and trusting. She could stay here all night, petting her tails, stroking her hair, making up for all the years of distance.

On the other hand, Mika was offering her a kiss.

A kiss that would make her sleep better than she had in years.

And he was standing there, arms crossed, waiting for her to choose.

She felt frustration bubble up inside her. Irritation.

The overwhelming feeling of being bullied by her own son.

It was impossible.

It was cruel.

And she felt tears prick at her eyes.

Real tears.

Because she couldn’t choose. She couldn’t.

And he knew it. He was teasing her, tormenting her, making her feel like she had to pick between her two children.

"Mika..." Her voice cracked. "Please don’t do this. Please don’t make me choose. I can’t—I don’t—"

Her voice broke completely.

She looked up at him with the most pitiful expression she had ever worn.

The cold diplomat, the woman who could face down armies without flinching—all of it was gone.

In its place was just a mother, desperate for her son’s affection, terrified of losing even a moment with her daughter.

And seeing her like this, Mika’s teasing expression crumbled.

He sighed.

"Okay, fine. Fine, fine, fine."

He walked back toward her, shaking his head.

"There’s no need for you to come over here. I’ll give you a kiss."

Nadia’s pout deepened—though there was relief in it, and happiness, and something that might have been triumph.

"As you should." She said, her voice still thick. "After making me suffer like that."

Mika rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

Nadia’s heart was racing now. Her daughter was on her lap, her son was walking toward her, and she was about to receive a kiss.

She was so excited that if she had tails like Astrid, they would be wagging furiously.

She tilted her head back, lifting her forehead in anticipation.

A forehead kiss, she assumed. Or perhaps a cheek. Maybe even a kiss on the nose.

Whatever it was, she would treasure it. She would remember it forever. She would—

Mika’s hands cupped her face.

She felt his breath against her skin.

Her eyes fluttered closed, expecting the soft press of lips against her forehead.

But what she felt instead made her entire body go rigid.

Something pressed against her lips.

Soft. Warm. Pushing gently against her two pink folds.

Her eyes flew open.

And she was shocked to see Mika kissing her on the lips!

His mouth pressed against hers, warm and insistent, holding her face in his hands like she was something precious.

It wasn’t even a quick peck. It wasn’t a familial brush.

It was a proper kiss.

The kind of kiss lovers exchanged.

She was so shocked, so utterly paralyzed, that she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

And then it got worse.

It slid against her own tongue, gentle but insistent, and she felt her entire body heat up. Cold and hot at the same time.

He explored her mouth with a familiarity that suggested he had done this before.

With other women, she realized dimly. He knew what he was doing. He was good at this.

Shame and desire warring in her chest as this was her first proper kiss.

After decades of life, after raising children and negotiating peace between worlds, after becoming one of the most powerful beings in existence—she had never been kissed like this.

And it was her son doing it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mika pulled back.

He looked down at her with a satisfied expression, a small smile playing at his lips.

Nadia sat there, frozen.

Her mouth was still slightly open. Her tongue was still slightly out, a remnant of the kiss she hadn’t even had time to participate in.

She looked utterly, completely, absolutely petrified.

"Mika." She finally managed, her voice coming out as a strangled whisper. "Mika...what was that?"

She was stammering. She never stammered.

"What was that kiss?"

"Oh, that?" Mika shrugged casually. "That was just a prank."

Nadia’s brain ground to a halt.

"A...prank?"

"Yeah." He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "A prank. You said you didn’t want me to stop pranking, right? That I could do whatever I wanted and there was no need to hold back?"

He spread his hands.

"So I decided not to hold back. And I gave you a kiss on the lips. It’s a prank—wholesome, funny, and look at your face."

He pointed at her flushed, slack-jawed expression.

"You’re showing more emotion right now than you have in years. The prank worked perfectly."

He then quickly glanced at the clock and said,

"Anyway, I really have to go now. Bye-bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!"

And then he was gone.

Actually running out the door, his footsteps fading quickly into the night like a man escaping the scene of a crime.

Meanwhile, Nadia sat there completely and utterly flabbergasted.

A prank.

He said it was a prank.

Was this something a son did to his mother? Was this even considered a prank?

She had given him permission. She had said there was no need to hold back.

But this...

This was too far, wasn’t it?

Or was she overthinking it?

Maybe in some cultures, sons kissed their mothers like that.

Maybe she was being old-fashioned.

Maybe she was the one making it weird, and he was just being playful, and she needed to calm down and—

Her mind was in complete disarray.

Her heart was pounding.

Her lips were still tingling.

And of course when Nadia wasn’t in control of her emotions—it wasn’t good for the rest of the world.

—

Mika on the other hand was already on his scooter, tearing down the road at maximum speed.

He had done what he came to do.

He had made his first move.

Nadia would think about this. She would analyze it, overanalyze it, drive herself crazy trying to figure out what it meant.

And slowly, subtly, something would shift in her. Not much—not yet—but it was a beginning.

A seed planted.

He smiled to himself, satisfied.

Then he pulled out his phone.

His messages were exploding. He scrolled through the DM’s, his eyebrows rising higher with each message.

Yelena’s photo was...impressive. She had clearly been practicing her photography skills.

The image showed her legs spread wide, her most intimate parts on full display, glistening with arousal.

The message attached was simple but effective:

[My whole hole is leaking right now, Mika. I need a big rod to fill it up and make it stop. Come home]

Fauna’s photo was less polished but no less provocative.

She was sitting up in bed, her breasts pushed together, milk leaking from her nipples.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but there was determination in her eyes.

[My breasts are all full of milk, Mika. Someone needs to suck them right now.]

A hot emoji followed.

Mika stared at the screen.

Two women. Two very demanding, very impatient, very needy women. Both waiting for him.

He was tempted by both.

A part of him wanted to go to Yelena—she was always so eager, so hungry, so willing to push boundaries.

Another part wanted Fauna—soft and warm and so desperately needing his attention.

He was still considering his options when the world lurched.

BOOM!

The world shook.

A massive earthquake ripped through the ground beneath him.

Trees swayed violently. The road cracked.

In the distance, he could see the lights of the main city flickering wildly, buildings trembling, cars screeching to a halt, people falling to their knees.

It wasn’t a small tremor. It wasn’t localized.

It was spreading.

He could feel it rippling outward, reaching across the entire central region of the continent.

Buildings swayed. Bridges groaned. The very foundations of the earth seemed to be shifting.

This wasn’t just an earthquake.

This was a catastrophe.

And Mika knew exactly what caused it.

He looked back toward the direction he had come.

Toward the old family house.

Where Nadia was sitting on the sofa, her daughter in her lap—not even realising she was causing the world to erupt.

He realised had left a bomb behind.

A Nadia-bomb.

And now it was exploding.

In the city beyond, he could imagine the chaos—buildings swaying, people screaming, the very foundations of civilization trembling because he had kissed his mother on the lips and then run away.

"Damn it." He muttered. "Damn it, damn it, damn it."

He couldn’t calm Nadia down from here. Couldn’t do anything except—

He closed his eyes.

For a moment, he was completely still, completely focused before his lips moved silently.

[Seven-Emotion Containment Field]

And then—

Shimmer!

A faint barrier materialized around the old family house.

It shimmered for a moment, translucent and fragile-looking, then solidified into something stronger.

Something that could contain whatever was happening inside.

And immediately—the earthquake stopped.

The ground stilled.

The trees ceased their swaying.

In the city, people picked themselves up off the ground, confused but unharmed.

Buildings that had been shaking settled back onto their foundations. Cars that had been swerving corrected their courses.

Everything returned to normal.

Mika then opened his eyes.

He was breathing hard, sweating slightly—the spell had taken more out of him than he expected—around a decade of time spent in there.

But it worked. The barrier was holding. Nadia’s emotions were contained.

He looked back toward the house one more time.

"It would really be unfortunate..." He muttered to himself. "...if the world ended just because a single woman couldn’t control her emotions after her son kissed her on the lips."

He revved the scooter engine and sped off into the night.

The kiss was a success.

The barrier was up.

And now?

Now he had two very needy women waiting for him at home.

He smiled, picking up his phone again.

[I’m on my way, he typed]

Then he added, with a smirk:

[Save some milk for me]