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

Chapter 466: Let’s Bring The Family Back Together!

Nadia raised an eyebrow. Even framed as passively as he put it, it still sounded like an achievement.

But she believed him. She could see it in his eyes—the genuine struggle, the darkness he was hinting at.

He had been going through something. Something bad enough to drive him away from the family, to make him lose himself in women and travel and revolution.

This was his embarrassing past, she realized. His version of the awkward teenage phase where boys posted cringy things online and regretted it years later.

Only Mika’s version involved bedding the daughters of powerful officials across multiple realms.

’If any of the other man had heard him regret such things.’ Nadia thought. ’They would have the urge to beat him up on the spot. Any other man would have died for even one night of the opportunities he had been given.’

’Yet here he was, feeling sad over it.’

She could already picture them gritting their teeth at the thought of what Mika had been doing while they were stuck at home playing video games.

Still, she nodded, her expression gentle.

She wanted desperately to ask why he had left, what had hurt him so badly, but she already knew he wouldn’t say.

The fact that he hadn’t mentioned it just now told her everything. So she held herself back, refusing to overstep his boundaries no matter how curious she was.

Instead she looked at him with a vulnerable, hesitant gaze and gently placed a hand on his chest.

"Are you alright, Mika?" She asked softly, fingers curling into his shirt. "Are you alright right now? Do you still feel the same way as you did before?"

She needed to know if her son was truly happy now, if those dark emotions had finally left him.

Mika immediately perked up. A big, bright smile spread across his face as he pointed at himself. "

Look at me now, Nadia. Do you think this is the face of someone who’s going through something depressing right now?"

"Do I look like someone who seems to be brooding over something every single day?"

Nadia studied his face closely, searching for any trace of sorrow. Then she quickly shook her head, a small, relieved smile creeping onto her own lips.

"Not at all, Mika. You don’t look sad or depressed one bit. You seem very happy right now."

"Exactly!" He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I’m having the time of my life right now. All those depressing thoughts I had back then? Swept away. Gone."

He nuzzled into her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin.

"And it’s all thanks to you. Thanks to my beautiful mother. Spending time with you brings me so much happiness. I want to spend every single day with you!"

He kissed her again. And again. A trail of soft, warm kisses along her neck.

Nadia’s entire body trembled and shivered. It was shocking.

Normally when Mika kissed her she only felt a wholesome, comforting warmth—the sweet feeling of her baby boy showing affection.

But right now it was completely different.

Her body was growing hotter and hotter, an unfamiliar urge to whimper rising in her throat.

It didn’t feel like a son kissing his mother anymore; it felt like a man kissing his lover.

She knew it wasn’t Mika’s fault—the kisses themselves were passionate but innocent enough—yet she still blamed herself for reacting this way.

How embarrassing. How wrong.

Still, one thing she could not deny was that the sensation was tantalizing.

The way he grabbed her waist, pulled her closer, pressed her rounder curves firmly against him while his lips trailed slowly over her skin...it felt so good in a different, dangerous way.

Her body shook all over, and the barrier around them shimmered in time with her racing pulse.

Just as she was losing herself in those thoughts, she suddenly remembered the exact words he had said moments ago.

Excitement flared inside her so brightly that her usually emotionless face actually showed it—eyes turning bright and hopeful.

She pulled back from his kisses with a surprised little gasp and looked at him with pure anticipation.

"Mika." Her voice was breathless. "You said you want to spend every day with me. That being with me makes you happy."

He blinked, surprised by her sudden intensity.

"Then that means—"

She grabbed his shoulders, pulling herself closer.

"You want the family to come together again, don’t you?! That’s the only way! If we’re all in one home, like before, we can spend time together. Every day!"

She was leaning into him now, her face inches from his, her eyes bright with desperate hope.

"Just say the word, Mika. One word! One message in the group chat! And every single one of them—mothers and daughters alike—will come home."

Her voice cracked.

"They won’t hesitate. They’ve been waiting for this. Waiting for you!"

She looked at him with a beautiful, desperate gaze, the barrier around them trembling with the force of her emotions.

"Please, Mika. Just say yes."

Mika looked at her.

And sighed.

"I’m sorry, Nadia." His voice was gentle, but firm. "I’m not ready for that."

The light in her eyes dimmed.

"I’m trying." He continued. "I’m getting closer to everyone, one by one. Making changes. Building bridges. But all of us, together, in one house?"

He shook his head.

"I can’t handle that right now. Not yet."

Her face fell. Her lips pressed together in a small, disappointed frown. All her dreams, all her hopes of a reunited family, shattered in a single sentence.

Mika felt bad. But he couldn’t agree. There was no way he could seduce each Battle Angel individually if they were all living under the same roof. He needed them isolated. Vulnerable. Alone.

Still, seeing her like this—so sad, so defeated—made his chest ache.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her neck.

"But don’t worry, Nadia. It might not be possible now. But in the future? Eventually?" He pulled back, meeting her eyes. "We’ll all come together again. I promise."

Her head snapped up. "Really?"

"I’m not lying. I want us to be together too. And it won’t take long. One day, in the near future, we’ll all be sitting around the same dining table. "

"Yelena will be bringing us breakfast. We’ll be talking, laughing, cheering. Just like the old days."

Nadia’s face transformed.

The disappointment vanished, replaced by a joy so intense it made the barrier shudder.

She looked like she had just received the greatest gift of her life—better than any birthday present, better than any diplomatic victory.

For years, this had been her secret wish.

Every night, alone in that empty house, she had dreamed of the family reuniting. Wondered if it was even possible. Hoped against hope that someday, somehow, they would find their way back to each other.

And now Mika—Mika, who had been the most distant of them all was telling her it would happen.

She wanted to abandon the meeting right now. To run out of this hall and call everyone, to share the wonderful news, to start planning the reunion immediately.

Her emotions were spilling over, crashing against the barrier like waves against a seawall. The shield trembled, flickered, strained.

Mika’s eyes widened. "Nadia. Calm down. If you keep this up, the barrier will break."

She barely heard him. She was too happy, too overwhelmed, too full of feelings she had suppressed for far too long.

Normally, she would never allow herself to show this much emotion. But Mika was here.

Mika would take care of her. Mika would make sure nothing bad happened.

So she let herself feel.

And the barrier shook.

While Nadia was already mentally planning phone calls and group messages and reunion parties, Mika’s expression flickered.

He had been doing so well. Directing her emotions, shaping them, guiding them toward the goal he had set.

But now the moment had turned wholesome—warm and loving and everything he hadn’t planned for.

He needed to bring her back on course.

Fortunately, he knew exactly what to do.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"You know." He said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "This was supposed to be a secret. No one was supposed to know about any of this. And yet..." He paused. "..you know about all of this right now."

"...I guess that brings us a bit more closer right now."

Nadia’s heart swelled with a strange, unexpected pride.

’Mika is closer to me than to them.’

’He’s shared things with me that he hasn’t shared with the others.’

The thought made her feel almost...haughty. Superior. As if she had won something she hadn’t known she was competing for.

Then she realized what exactly she knew—the photos, the women, the secrets—and her pride curdled into embarrassment.

Before she could dwell on it, Mika spoke again.

"But now that I’ve told you all this, I feel like we can be more open. No more secrets between us."

His voice dropped, growing more intense.

"And because of that, I want to share one more secret with you. Something linked to this meeting. To this whole conversation."

Nadia’s breath caught.

"The secret is...much worse than what I’ve already shown you."

She felt her body go cold.

"But I can’t help wanting to share it. So tell me, Nadia."

He turned her face toward his, his eyes dark and knowing.

"Do you want to know? Do you want to hear the secret I’m willing to share only with you?"

His voice was like the devil’s temptation—sweet, dangerous, impossible to resist.

Nadia’s mind raced.

She had already seen so much. Already learned things she could never unlearn. Things that would keep her awake at night, that would change the way she looked at her son forever.

And now he was telling her that was barely anything. That there was something worse.

She should say no. She should stop this now, before her mind broke completely. She had already felt too much, stirred too many emotions she didn’t understand.

If she learned more, she might genuinely lose control. The world might genuinely start collapsing.

But she couldn’t resist.

She had held back for so long. Kept her distance, respected his privacy, never pried into his life no matter how curious she was.

And now he was offering himself to her—his secrets, his past, his hidden self—and she found it utterly, absolutely impossible to refuse.

She wanted to know.

She wanted to understand.

She wanted to feel whatever strange, confusing, wonderful things his secrets stirred inside her.

So, with a shaky breath, she looked at him and said softly but clearly,

"Okay, Mika...go ahead. Tell me what secret that is."

"The one that even you are scared of revealing right now."