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

Chapter 465 465: Opening Pandora's Box

Nadia's thumb hovered over the screen for only a second before she began to swipe. And—

—it felt exactly like opening Pandora's box.

The moment the first new photo filled the display, regret crashed over her like ice water.

She had thought the pictures with Rainfire were already too much—filthy, overwhelming, impossible to unsee. She had secretly hoped the others would be tamer, gentler, something her mind could handle.

They weren't. They were just as intense, or worse.

The very first image showed a tiger demi-human girl—stripes and soft orange fur covering her athletic body—arched shamelessly on all fours on a bed.

Her tail stood straight up, fluffy and trembling, while Mika slammed into her from behind. His thick cock was buried to the hilt, stretching her wide, one hand gripping her tail like a leash for leverage.

The girl's face was twisted in raw pleasure, fangs bared, claws digging into the sheets.

Nadia recognized her instantly: the daughter of the very same Mr Leifor Mika had threatened only minutes earlier in the hall.

She swiped again, heart already pounding.

The next girl was a slime demi-human—another daughter of a high-ranking official—her translucent, gelatinous body glowing softly.

Mika's cock was sunk deep into what should have been her chest, her entire form rippling and reshaping around him as he used her body like one giant, malleable hole.

Other photos showed him thrusting into her thigh, her shoulder, even the side of her neck; every inch of her was an invitation.

The girl wasn't resisting—she was leaning into every thrust, her slime forming loving little hearts around the points of contact, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

Nadia shook her head slowly, trying to clear the image, and swiped again.

This time it was a harpy girl—yet another daughter of an important official she knew well.

The girl's legs were spread obscenely wide, taloned feet in the air, while her magnificent wings were flared open behind her in what looked disturbingly like a birthing position.

She was in the middle of pushing out a large, speckled egg, face flushed with effort and embarrassment. Mika knelt beside her, one hand gently supporting her lower back, the other stroking her thigh in encouragement.

Nadia knew harpies laid unfertilized eggs periodically—it was their version of a cycle—but they never allowed even their closest lovers to witness something so private and humiliating.

Yet here was Mika, right in the middle of it, assisting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The next photo showed the egg resting on the bed beside them. Mika had already slid his cock back into the harpy's slick entrance, fucking her again with lazy, satisfied strokes while she moaned in relief.

Swipe.

Now they were on a sunlit terrace table, casually eating breakfast. Two plates of scrambled eggs sat between them.

The caption in Mika's gallery simply read "fresh this morning."

The implication hit Nadia like a slap. She violently shoved the thought away and kept scrolling.

Every new photo was the same pattern of escalating depravity.

A lineup of elegant elves—daughters of various officials—bent over the edge of a massive bed, asses presented in a perfect row.

Mika moved down the line, slamming into each one in turn, his cock glistening as he switched girls without missing a beat.

Further shots showed him taking two or even three at once, bodies tangled, moans frozen in time.

The final image in the set had all the elves collapsed in exhausted, satisfied heaps while Mika stood over them, smiling like a king who had just conquered his favorite kingdom.

Then came the vampire sisters—twin high nobles from one of the most prestigious bloodlines, infamous for their pride and refusal to submit to anyone.

Yet here they were, both on their knees, completely naked, fangs fully extended as they took turns sucking his cock with reverent, hungry devotion.

Their pale cheeks hollowed, red eyes glowing with lust, sharing him like it was the highest honor.

Next was a salamander girl, her entire body wreathed in living flames that should have incinerated anything they touched.

Mika was calmly having a barbecue right on top of her naked form—slices of meat sizzling on her scaled breasts and across her spread pussy.

One photo even showed him shoving an entire sausage deep inside her before pulling it out, placing it in a bun, and taking a bite with a satisfied grin.

The girl looked ecstatic.

Nadia finally looked up at him, eyes wide, as if searching for any sign that this was some elaborate joke.

Mika simply smiled back, proud and utterly unashamed.

She kept scrolling.

Bondage with a Arachnid-girl, ropes and multiple legs tied in intricate patterns.

A hot-tub scene with an ice-and-snow elemental whose crystalline body was melting around his cock.

A single shocking photo of him fucking what looked like an actual tree—until she realized it was a dryad who had disguised herself as one, now in full woody, leafy form, moaning as he thrust into her bark-like skin.

Photo after photo. Every major demi-human race.

Every single girl a daughter of one of the officials sitting in that very hall earlier today. All of them willing, all of them glowing with pleasure.

The realization settled over Nadia like a heavy blanket: her son wasn't merely a playboy.

He was a complete sex fiend!

Everywhere he went, he seemed to find a new hole to claim with the very same "weapon" she was currently sitting on.

He was a womanizer on a mission, leaving his mark across an entire generation of demi-human nobility like some kind of conqueror colonizing new territory with his cock.

But at the same time, he had done nothing wrong.

They were all consenting adults enjoying themselves.

But the image Nadia had carried of her son—the innocent little boy who used to cling to her side, help her with paperwork, and bring home only innocent female friends—shattered completely.

In its place stood a confident, insatiable womanizer who reeked of other women's scents and wore satisfaction like a crown.

He had gone from her sweet child to the undisputed king of the brothel.

Her body also betrayed her with every swipe.

Heat bloomed low in her belly and spread outward like liquid fire. Her breathing grew shallow and quick. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat.

An unfamiliar, itchy ache settled between her thighs and across her skin, making her shift restlessly on his lap.

She was sweating—actually sweating—something the Ice-Cold Queen almost never did.

The room felt stiflingly hot even though the air was cool. A strange, moist warmth gathered everywhere, especially where her plush ass pressed down over the thick outline of his cock beneath her.

The feeling was unfamiliar, overwhelming, half-terrifying and half...craving.

She didn't know what to call it, only that it made the barrier around them shimmer and ripple violently, struggling to contain the storm of emotions leaking from her.

Worst of all, she suddenly became hyper-aware of what she was sitting on.

That massive, veined monster she had seen buried in every one of those girls was right beneath her plush ass, separated from her only by thin layers of clothing.

She shifted instinctively, trying to move away from the filthy realization—only to sink deeper into his lap instead.

The faint, heavy outline of his cock pressed against her, warm and unmistakable.

The barrier flared brighter, shaking harder.

Conflicting feelings crashed through her mind in a whirlwind.

Shock. Disbelief. A strange, forbidden thrill she refused to name. Guilt for even feeling it. Panic that her perfect image of him was shattering.

She couldn't take any more.

Nadia closed her eyes, drew in a long, trembling breath, and forced her legendary composure back into place.

She had spent decades mastering her emotions on battlefields and in diplomatic halls; she would not lose control now.

After several heartbeats, the storm inside her quieted enough for her to function. Her hands stopped shaking.

She slowly turned on his lap until she could look at him directly, her back still resting against his chest but her head tilted up so their eyes could meet.

Her voice came out soft, shy, and just a little unsteady.

"Mika." Her voice was steady, but soft. "I understand that you're popular with women."

"Even as a child, you always brought girls home—never boys. Charlotte, Anya, the others—they were always so jealous of you. They complained to me constantly."

She folded her hands in her lap, looking down at them.

"I didn't think much of it at the time. I thought you were just...charming. That girls enjoyed your company. I let it go."

She looked up at him.

"But it seems the situation was more...devastating than I realized."

She gestured at the phone.

"Looking at all these photos...it seems my son has grown up to be quite the womanizer. A Casanova. Someone who can't sleep in his own bed because he's too busy sleeping in every other girl's."

Her tone was strange—not angry, not accusatory, but something else. Something that surprised even her.

She was criticizing him. For the first time in years, she was actually criticizing Mika.

She had always supported him. Always trusted him. Always believed that whatever he did, he had good reasons.

But this—this was too much. This was a change she hadn't been prepared for.

Her sweet, innocent son, transformed into a sexual predator who had apparently colonized the reproductive organs of every demi-human race in existence.

She didn't know how to handle it.

She didn't even know if she had the right to handle it.

But she knew she had to say something.

But even though she felt all of that, Nadia was really scared right now—scared of Mika's reaction.

She had promised him she wouldn't judge him, wouldn't look at him any differently, yet after seeing those photos there was no chance in hell she could keep that promise.

She was judging him, hard. And worse, she had just spoken to him in a confrontational way that might make him back off or even get angry.

She was terrified he would lash out at her for what she had said.

Still, the concern burning in her chest had been more important than her fear, so she had asked anyway.

And, she braced herself for an outlash from him.

But his face didn't change. He didn't get angry. He didn't pull away.

Instead, Mika stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a deep, weary sigh and slumped back in his chair like the weight of the world had suddenly settled on his shoulders.

His voice came out low, laced with genuine disappointment in himself.

"You're right, Nadia...I completely agree with what you said right now."

Nadia's eyes widened. "What? You do?"

He nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as if exhausted.

"Of course. After all...your son is basically a whore right now. Sleeping from one woman to another, never spending more than a night in the same bed."

"I'm probably more 'used-up' then the most experienced veteran in the entire brothel world at this point—dirtier than most men could ever dream of being with how many women I've slept with."

Nadia looked at him in pure dismay, unsure whether he was criticizing himself or somehow listing his achievements out loud in a proud way.

"This isn't the way you raised me." He continued. "So, I'm honestly disappointed in myself. In the way I acted. In the person I became."

The sincerity in his voice surprised her. He really did look genuine—like he truly regretted what had happened and wasn't proud of it at all.

Nadia couldn't help herself.

"I'm not complaining about anything." She said quickly, her voice soft but direct. "Your life is your life and you're already an adult now. I have no wish to barge into your decisions...but it's impossible for me not to ask."

"Why did you act out in that way?"

"Why did you turn out to be such a..." She glanced down at the phone still in her hands, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. "...such a dirty son."

It shocked her that the words had left her mouth so bluntly.

He chuckled, though there was no humor in it.

"Well, I can't say too much about it."

He looked away, thinking.

"All I can say is that I was going through some difficult things. And I needed to distract myself."

He shrugged, a helpless gesture.

"I wasn't pursuing any of those girls. They threw themselves at me. I just...let myself accept their advances as a way to pass the time. A way to escape."