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

Chapter 448: A God Who Can’t Even Put On A Tie

After a long while, Mika finally closed the last file and set it down on the ever-growing pile beside him. He leaned back in his chair and let out a deep, exhausted breath, running a hand through his hair.

It was done.

Normally, it would have taken an entire team of professional analysts weeks—maybe months—to read through, organize, and synthesize all this information.

And he had done it in less than an hour.

Not exactly why he had come here today, and certainly not how he had planned to spend his morning, but it was done.

He looked down at Nadia, still resting peacefully on his shoulder.

Her face was soft in sleep, all the tension and control that usually defined her completely absent.

She looked...peaceful. Cute, even.

He smiled.

It was worth it. All of it—the surprise, the work, the mountain of documents—was worth it for this moment.

For the chance to be here for her, to let her rest when she clearly hadn’t been resting enough.

But it was time.

He reached over and gently pinched her cheek.

"Nadia. Nadia, wake up. Come on, it’s time to get up."

She didn’t open her eyes.

But her lips parted slightly, and in that familiar, flat monotone, she spoke.

"Why don’t we just skip this whole thing, Mika? Postpone it. Reschedule."

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Why don’t we just stay here, and you let me sleep on your shoulder a little longer? I want to stay like this. With you. Just a little longer."

She snuggled closer, her head nestling more deeply into the crook of his neck.

Mika chuckled softly.

"I honestly wouldn’t mind that idea." He admitted. "But unfortunately..."

He glanced toward the door, toward the muffled sounds of the gathering crowd beyond.

"...if we did something like that, not only would the entire world faint at the thought of the Battle Angel who organized this whole thing abandoning her duties to take a nap—but they’d also probably hunt me down for being the reason this ten-year project ended in such an anticlimactic way."

He poked her cheek.

"So I think it’s about time you got up."

But Nadia didn’t move.

She just opened one eye—just a crack, just enough to glance at him with something that might have been slyness.

"I can’t." She said simply, and closed her eye again.

Mika frowned. "Why not?"

"Snow White."

He blinked. "What?"

"I’m Snow White right now." Her voice was perfectly serious, perfectly flat. "I have a sleeping curse upon me. The only way I can wake up is if a beautiful, handsome prince kisses me."

She paused, and he could have sworn there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Otherwise, I’ll stay like this forever."

Mika stared at her in dismay at how childish at such a critical point.

"You’re saying you’ll sleep forever if I don’t kiss you?"

"Of course." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "My body has limits beyond normal humans. If I really want to, I can stay in one place without eating, drinking, or sleeping for years. Decades, even. I could lie here for a very, very long time."

She opened one eye again.

"And everyone will know that the only reason I’m still asleep is because you refused to wake me. The entire world will blame you for letting Sleeping Beauty stay in her slumber."

Mika rolled his eyes.

"You know, if you just wanted a kiss, you could have just asked."

Nadia’s lips curved—just barely, just enough.

"This is much more fun. More dramatic."

Mika shook his head, warmth spreading through his chest.

Nadia had always been sneaky, always been playful in her own quiet way.

She would set up elaborate pranks, deliver deadpan jokes that took him a moment to understand, invent games and stories and scenarios just to make him laugh.

No one who only saw her in public would ever believe that this was the same woman.

That beneath that frozen exterior was someone who played make-believe, who pretended to be a princess, who would do anything for a kiss from her son.

But since she was going to such lengths, he decided to play along.

"Fine. If that’s what it takes to wake you up."

He leaned forward and aimed for her forehead—a simple kiss, sweet and chaste, the kind a son might give his mother.

His lips were inches away.

But then—

Nadia’s eyes flew open.

She remembered.

Yesterday. The kiss. The other kiss. The one on the lips, with tongue, that had left her frozen and confused and thinking for hours afterward.

And now Mika was leaning toward her again, his face close, his lips—

Panic surged through her veins.

She jerked back, her body moving faster than thought, putting a full meter of distance between them.

Her hands came up in front of her, defensive, her breathing suddenly rapid, her face—usually so still, so composed—actually showing something.

Fear? Embarrassment? She didn’t know. Couldn’t process.

Mika stared at her, his lips still pursed for the kiss that never landed, before he sat back, looking genuinely hurt.

"That’s too mean, Nadia. You make a man go through all this and then you pull back at the last second?" He spread his hands. "Do you know how embarrassing that is? I was fully committed to the bit!"

Nadia’s mind scrambled for an explanation.

"I—I realized I have makeup on!" She said quickly. "If you kissed my forehead, it would smudge. I can’t go out with smudged makeup. That would be unprofessional."

Mika’s frown deepened.

"That’s...not what you were saying thirty seconds ago."

"It was a sudden realization. These things happen."

She smoothed down her dress, adjusted her posture, forced her breathing to slow. Her face was calm again. Her voice was steady.

Everything was under control.

But her mind was still racing.

Last night. The kiss. She had spent hours thinking about it, analyzing it, trying to fit it into a framework that made sense.

Mika had said it was a prank. A prank! That was what he had claimed. And she wanted to believe that. Needed to believe that.

But if it was just a prank, why had it felt like something else?

Why had her heart raced? Why had her skin tingled for hours afterward? Why had she dreamed about it?

She still hadn’t figured it out.

And now, in this moment, with his face so close to hers, the memory had surged back so powerfully that her body had reacted before her mind could catch up.

And right now, Mika was also looking at her strangely.

And she knew—she was going to ask questions she didn’t want to answer.

She needed to change the subject.

Her eyes darted across him, searching for something—anything—and landed on his collar.

"You don’t have a tie on."

He glanced down at his collar.

"I told you to dress properly for this event."

She continued, her voice taking on a faintly scolding tone.

"After all, we’re representing the entire human race here. We need to look as sharp as possible—sharper than anyone. We can’t let our opponents have any reason to look down on us."

Mika shrugged, reaching into his pocket.

"Don’t worry about it. I brought one. I just didn’t want to wear it—the collar always chokes me."

He pulled out a tie.

It was dark blue, silk, with a subtle pattern that caught the light.

Not flashy, not ostentatious—but elegant. Classic. The kind of tie that would never go out of style.

And seeing this—Nadia actually gaspe.

She stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the fabric, and for a moment—just a moment—her composure cracked completely.

"Mika." She breathed. "That...That’s the tie I gave you years ago, isn’t it?"

Mika looked down at it, then back at her.

"Yeah." He said quietly. "It is."

Nadia reached out, her fingers hovering just above the silk.

"I remember buying this." She said, her voice softer than usual. "It was...It was your middle school graduation. Your first formal event and I wanted you to have something special. Something you could wear when you needed to look your best."

She looked up at him in wonder and surprise.

"I...I never thought you’d keep it."

Mika simply smiled.

"Why wouldn’t I keep it? It’s from you."

The words were simple. Unadorned. Spoken without any grand gesture or dramatic inflection.

And yet, to Nadia, they felt like someone had reached into her chest and burst open her heart with warmth.

She thought about the past years.

How her daughter had drifted further and further away, how her family had scattered to separate corners of the world, how she had thrown herself into work because work was the only thing that didn’t leave.

And now here Mika was—her son, her light—bringing her happiness with such ease. With a simple tie. With a simple sentence.

She couldn’t help but think about his name.

Mika. The keeper of light.

And wasn’t that exactly what he was? The light in her life, the brightness that chased away shadows, the warmth that made everything else bearable.

Without him, she didn’t want to imagine where she would be.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t notice—

"Mika...what in the world do you think you’re doing?"

Her voice cut through the moment, tinged with confusion as she stared the sight before her.

Mika had attempted to put it on while she was lost in thought, and the result was...catastrophic.

The knot was lopsided, the ends were uneven, and the whole thing was slightly twisted so that the silver threads were pointing in entirely the wrong direction.

She stepped forward, her hands reaching out automatically.

"Really, Mika?" She said, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation that was almost fond. "You’re literally the most brilliant to ever exist."

She smoothed the fabric, beginning to retie it properly.

"Someone who breaches the realms of mortality and are basically a demi-god..."

"...And yet you can’t even tie a tie correctly."

She glanced up at him.

"It’s quite embarrassing."

Mika grinned, unrepentant.

"What can I say? My mother spoiled me from a very young age. She always did it for me. Now I don’t know how to do it at all."

Nadia’s fingers paused for just a moment.

"So now you’re blaming me? For spoiling you?"

She tightened the knot just a little more than necessary.

Mika flinched.

"No! No, not at all!" He smiled, bright and easy. "I’m truly grateful that you always do it for me. It’s my fault for never learning!"

Nadia’s lips curled upward. Just a tiny movement that would be invisible to anyone who didn’t know her.

She was enjoying this.

Her fingers worked the silk, smoothing it into place, adjusting the length, making sure it sat perfectly against his collar.

She was so focused on her task that she didn’t notice Mika’s eyes had drifted downward.

"Oh." He said suddenly. "I just realized."

Nadia looked up. "Realized what?"

"The dress you’re wearing." He gestured at the deep blue fabric. "That’s the one I gave you, isn’t it? The one I used to prank you with. The one that played embarrassing songs at random moments."

Nadia’s face lit up—in that subtle, barely perceptible way of hers. She stepped back and gave a small spin, showing off the dress.

The movement was stiff, mannequin-like, her face still composed. But there was joy in the gesture nonetheless.

"Yes, Mika. It is."

She touched the fabric fondly.

"That day—when I wore it to the meeting and the song started playing and everyone laughed—I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. But you know what happened next?"

Mika shook his head.

"The meeting went perfectly." She nodded eagerly. "Every goal I had, I accomplished. Every negotiation went in my favor."

"And then, the next important meeting, I wore it again. Out of curiosity. And again, everything went perfectly!"

She looked down at the dress with fondness

"And then again. And again. Every time I wore this dress to an important meeting, everything fell into place. So I started wearing it for all of them. It became my lucky charm."

Mika looked at her. Looked at the dress. His expression was thoughtful.

"Well." He said slowly. "I don’t think it’s the dress."

Nadia blinked. "What do you mean?"

He smiled.

"I think it’s because you look absolutely stellar in it. Like a literal fairy from the heavens."

Nadia’s breath caught.

"The moment you enter a room, everyone’s attention is on you. They can’t focus on the meeting because they’re too busy looking at how beautiful you are."

A faint blush crept across her cheeks. So light it was barely visible, but there.

"And because they’re distracted, they can’t properly negotiate. They can’t think straight. So everything falls together exactly the way you want it to."

"So, basically you’re not lucky, Nadia..."

"...you’re just so beautiful that you break everyone’s concentration."