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

Chapter 469: Don’t Use Me As An Excuse!

Nadia’s blood ran cold.

She understood where this was going. She didn’t want to understand, but the pieces were falling into place, forming a picture she had no desire to see.

She knew these officials. Had dealt with them for years. They were treacherous to their own people, and she had no reason to believe they were any better to their families.

There were also rumors about affairs, mistresses, secret deals that betrayed their wives, hidden scandals.

She had never investigated because it wasn’t her place, wasn’t relevant to the negotiations.

But Mika had investigated.

And from what he was implying, he had done more than investigate.

She didn’t want to believe it. Couldn’t believe it. Her son—her baby boy couldn’t possibly have done what she was thinking.

But still she couldn’t help but ask...

"What do you mean, Mika?" Her voice came out smaller than she intended. "I don’t understand what you’re saying."

He looked at her for a long moment. Then he pulled out his phone.

"Here." He pressed it into her hands. "Go ahead, Nadia. Go through every single video. One by one."

She stared at the phone like it was a live serpent.

"With the daughters, I only took photos. A few snapshots for memory. Nothing too explicit."

He shrugged.

"But with the wives? I was much more thorough."

"I made sure to document everything properly. I wanted to be able to look back and feel satisfied. Every time I see the face of one of those bastard husbands, I wanted to remember exactly what I did to his wife."

He smiled.

"So go ahead. Take a look."

She knew she shouldn’t.

She had already seen enough. Too much. The images were burned into her mind—her son, his body, his...weapon...buried inside women she had respected, had broken bread with, had called colleagues.

But she couldn’t stop herself.

She was already in too deep. Curled up on his lap, surrounded by a barrier that hid them from the world, holding a phone that contained the evidence of his secret life. She had passed the point of no return long ago.

She tapped the screen.

The video played.

A lizard woman. Not Rainfire—no she was older, more mature. Her scales were darker, more pronounced. Horns curled from her temples. Her body was fuller, her assets more generous. She lay on a bed, completely naked, legs spread, waiting.

And Mika—Mika was inside her.

His massive cock pistoned in and out of her wet, welcoming hole, and she was utterly silent. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slack, her body limp.

She looked like she had ascended to some other plane of existence.

"S-Stonefire." Nadia whispered, recognition dawning.

Stonefire. Mr Ragor’s wife. A woman known for her fiery temperament, her sharp tongue, her refusal to tolerate disrespect from anyone.

And here she was, completely undone by Nadia’s son.

Mika’s voice came from behind her, low and amused.

"Stonefire. You know her, don’t you? Well, let me tell you that her husband’s been cheating on her for years. Lizard girls, mostly. Some from his own tribe. Of course, she found out, confronted him, and he laughed in her face. Told her to get over it."

He paused.

"So I decided to give her something to get over."

On the screen, Mika shifted his angle, driving deeper. Stonefire’s body convulsed. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

She was beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but sensation.

Nadia couldn’t look away.

Mika swiped.

Another video. A tiger woman—older, more mature, her fur lush and gleaming. Her ass was arched high, her tail straight, and Mika was pounding into her from behind.

"Mr. Leifor’s wife." Mika supplied. "Good woman. Suffered in silence for years. Her husband didn’t just cheat—he was abusive. Physically. Emotionally. She had the scars to prove it."

On the screen, Mika’s hand came down on the tiger woman’s ass—not hard, not punishing, but firm. Possessive.

"Who’s a good kitty?" He asked, his voice a low growl.

"I am!♡~" She moaned. "I’m your good kitty, Mika!♡~ I’m your dirty little kitty!♡~"

"Then say it."

"I’m a good kitty—! I’m your dirty pussy!♡~ Now rub my belly—touch me—fuck me harder!♡~"

Nadia watched, transfixed, as Mika flipped her over and continued thrusting, one hand rubbing her soft belly while she made sounds that were somewhere between purrs and screams.

He swiped again.

A cat woman. Fluffy ears, long tail, soft fur. She was on top, bouncing on his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Your cock is so big, Mika!" She cried. "Why is it so thick? My cat pussy can’t handle it!"

"Should I stop?" His voice was teasing.

"No! Never! I love this cock! I love this thick, fat cock! Fuck my pussy more!"

She bounced harder. Mika reached up, sucking on her small breasts, pulling on her tail. The woman’s moans grew louder, higher, more desperate.

"Cheating." Mika murmured behind Nadia. "Her husband cheats constantly. Doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. She found out, confronted him, and he told her that if she didn’t like it, she could leave."

"But where would she go? What would she do? She has no money of her own, no power, no support."

His voice hardened.

"So I gave her support. Among other things."

He swiped.

A mermaid. Underwater sex, bubbles rising around them, Mika’s hand pressed into her gills, his fingers buried deep inside her most intimate places.

She was squirting—the liquid a different density than the surrounding water, visible as it pulsed from her body.

"Mermaid wives are the most sensitive." Mika said conversationally. "Their pussies are their everything. And her husband? He hasn’t touched her in years. Prefers younger models."

"So she was...receptive."

He swiped.

A cow woman. Massive breasts, milk leaking from her nipples in steady streams. Mika was latched onto one, sucking greedily, while his hand worked the other. The woman’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her body shaking.

"Cow wives produce constantly. It’s painful if they’re not milked regularly. Her husband considered it beneath him, so he hired servants to handle it instead."

Mika’s voice was dark.

"I didn’t want him to go through all that trouble, so I volunteered for the position instead."

Swipe.

A goblin woman. Tiny, petite, her body barely able to accommodate him. He was holding her like a doll, moving her up and down on his cock while she mewled with pleasure.

Swipe.

A snake woman. He had his hand buried deep in her tail—in the hole she laid eggs from—fisting her while her tail thrashed wildly.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Each video was different. Each wife was different.

But the pattern was the same: Mika, his body, his cock, his relentless, overwhelming presence. And the women, always the women, lost in pleasure, grateful, begging for more.

Nadia couldn’t speak. She understood now: this was cuckolding on a massive scale.

He wasn’t just punishing the husbands—he was turning them into unwitting third parties while thoroughly enjoying their wives.

It was crueler than killing them.

And yet...she couldn’t bring herself to condemn it.

She knew these men weren’t good people. Their own relationships had been ruined long before Mika ever appeared.

In his own twisted way, he was delivering justice, exactly the kind she had chosen not to pursue herself.

But this was still her baby boy. The child she had carried on her back, the one she had raised with love and care.

Now he was the one riding someone else’s back, making them moan and squirt and lose themselves completely.

The contrast made her head spin. She simply couldn’t come to terms with it.

The barrier around them began shaking harder, the invisible dome rippling with the storm of emotions leaking from her.

Mika noticed immediately. He finally set the phone aside, pulled her close in a firm hug, and murmured against her hair.

"So...what do you think, Nadia? What do you think about the revenge I carried out for your sake?"

She stiffened.

"For my sake?" She pulled back, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "Don’t put this on me, Mika. Don’t you dare!"

He blinked, genuinely surprised by her reaction.

"You did this because you wanted to sleep with these women. Because you enjoyed it."

Her voice was sharp, accusing.

"Don’t pretend this was for me. Don’t make me the reason you went around sticking your—your thing into every wife within reach!"

She was genuinely a little angry now, overwhelmed by everything she had seen and heard, and irritated that he was framing it as if it had all been done purely for her.

It made her feel strangely responsible, like she was the reason he had gone around sleeping with so many women, and she didn’t like that at all.

"What’s wrong, Nadia? Why are you reacting like that?"

Mika blinked, surprised by the shift before asking with a narrowed gaze,

"Please don’t tell me you think what I did is wrong or something."

Nadia shook her head quickly, cheeks still flushed.

"No, it’s not that." She looked slightly embarrassed now. "I know none of those officials have been treating their wives decently. The same way they treat everyone else—there are rumors floating around about each and every one of them."

"I have inside sources confirming they don’t have decent family relationships at all. And even though I don’t fully approve of your methods, I can’t say anything against it since they don’t feel like they’re doing anything wrong."

Mika looked genuinely confused now.

"If it’s not that, then are you angry that I’m going around sleeping with so many women?"

"Oh no...not really."

She shook her head again, slower this time, voice softer but still hesitant.

"I mean I am...confused. You used to be such a little darling when you were young. But now you’ve changed into someone else. You’ve honestly become..."

She searched for the right word, cheeks burning.

"...a pervert. A womanizer. A playboy, whatever you want to call it. Someone who just can’t seem to live without other women."

"And even though it’s extremely awkward for me to see you in that way, completely different from the boy I raised, I can’t say anything about it."

She looked up at him with a vulnerable gaze.

"It’s your life, Mika. I’m not someone who is going to barge in and tell you what to do and what not to do. That’s your decision. And since you’re not doing anything particularly wrong, I can’t say anything against it."

Mika felt a wave of relief wash over him. If it had been Yelena or Fauna, they would have given him a long lecture about boundaries and responsibility.

But Nadia was different.

She trusted him completely. She let him live his life without judgment. That was exactly why it had always been so easy to talk to her.

Still, he could tell something was still bothering her.

"Then why are you so disgruntled, Nadia?" He asked gently. "It’s obvious you have something against what I’m doing. Something you’re not saying."

She looked away.

"What is it?"

Nadia looked back at him with a slight pout—something so rare and unexpectedly cute on the face of the Ice-Cold Queen that it almost made Mika’s heart skip.

"First of all." She said, voice low but firm. "I don’t like the fact that you’re using me as an excuse to sleep around with so many women, Mika."

A flicker of genuine discomfort crossed her features

"Just like any other mother out there, I would much rather you settle down and have a single girlfriend, someone you can have a close, meaningful connection with without you sleeping around here and there."

She shook her head, a touch of annoyance showing in the small movement.

"So while I appreciate in a certain way that you’re looking after me, I don’t like you using me as an excuse for your...philandering purposes."

"It makes me feel like I failed as a mother."

Mika couldn’t deny it. There was truth in what she said, and he respected her too much to argue.

But she wasn’t finished.

"More than that..."

She continued, and now her voice shifted, becoming something more hesitant, almost embarrassed.

"...I don’t like the fact that you’ve been with older women."