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

Chapter 477 477: Blatant Blackmail

Nadia's mind fractured the instant Mika's fingers pressed firmly against the front of her black underwear.

'What—? No—!'

The shock hit her like a lightning strike. Her entire body went rigid in the chair, thighs clamping together on instinct.

But Mika's hand was already there, warm, confident, and utterly unhurried cupping her most private place right through the thin, now-damp fabric.

"Nnnn—! No—!" A strangled, silent gasp caught in her throat. Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard she was sure the entire hall could hear it.

'N-No, Mika. This is wrong. This is so wrong!'

'You're my son—my baby boy—you can't be touching your mother there!'

Yet her pussy betrayed her instantly.

The moment his fingertips began slow strokes up and down the length of her slit, a fresh gush of slick heat soaked the crotch of her underwear.

The soft, fleshy folds of her labia were clearly outlined beneath the fabric now, plump and swollen, and Mika's fingers traced every contour with shameless familiarity.

He didn't push inside. He didn't need to.

The pressure was perfect—firm enough to make her clit throb, light enough to tease the sensitive inner lips that were already parting hungrily beneath the cloth.

'This is wrong...This is so wrong…'

She was his mother. He was her son. The words repeated like a desperate mantra, but they felt distant, almost meaningless against the confusing sensations flooding her.

Her pussy—though she could barely even think the word without a wave of shame felt strangely warm and slick, the fabric growing wetter under his touch.

She didn't understand why. She didn't want to understand. It was just...tingly. Heavy. Like something deep inside her was waking up and she had no idea how to make it go back to sleep.

Mika himself couldn't be bothered by her reaction and instead pressed his fingers a little further, sliding along the length of her slit through the underwear, feeling the soft, fleshy petals yield beneath the pressure.

Nadia's thighs trembled involuntarily.

"Mmmm—!" A tiny, involuntary whimper tried to escape her throat; she bit down hard on her lower lip to trap it.

"M-Mika…" She finally whispered, a tiny, pleading breath that trembled with confusion and something she refused to name.

But he didn't look at her. His face remained perfectly calm, eyes focused on the officials, voice steady as he continued answering their questions with the same effortless authority as before.

His hand, however, never stopped.

The caress grew bolder, fingers rubbing circles right over the most sensitive little nub hidden beneath the fabric.

"Ahhh—!"

The sensation was indescribable—warm, insistent, making her inner walls clench around nothing at all.

A fresh wave of wetness soaked into her underwear, and the realization made her cheeks burn hotter than ever.

'Why is he touching me there? This...This part of me...no one is supposed to touch me there.'

'Especially not him. He's my baby boy...my son…'

She was panting inside, chest tight, breath shallow and quick. Her nipples had stiffened into aching peaks beneath her dress, and a fresh wave of shame crashed over her as she realized how her body was reacting like a bitch in heat, leaking and clenching for her own child's fingers.

She tried to rationalize it, the same way she had before,

'He's stressed. He's under pressure. His hand is just moving on its own. He doesn't even realize what he's doing.'

But the lie felt paper-thin. His touch was too deliberate, too skilled, too knowing exactly like the way he had touched the women in those videos.

Still, she didn't pull away. She couldn't. They had already crossed so many lines tonight—his hands on her breasts, his voice painting filthy pictures of breeding her—and some broken, traitorous part of her didn't want him to stop.

She told herself it was okay, that it was just comfort, just support, that she could endure it for his sake while he saved the meeting.

But Mika only grew bolder to her shock!

His fingers suddenly hooked under the edge of her underwear. Nadia's eyes widened in horror as he tugged the soaked fabric aside with casual ease, exposing her bare, glistening pussy to the cool air beneath the table.

The next second his fingertips were on her directly—skin to skin—tracing the slick, puffy folds of her cunt with open possession.

'Noooo! Y-You can't Mika! Not there!'

A violent shiver ripped through her entire body. Her pussy fluttered hard, another thick bead of arousal dripping down onto his fingers.

The sensation was indescribable: the heat of his skin against her most sensitive, forbidden place, the way his fingertips glided through her creamy wetness, spreading it messily over her swollen clit and parted lips.

He didn't plunge inside yet—he simply explored, stroking up and down her slit, feeling how puffy and slick she had become for him, occasionally pressing the pad of one finger against her entrance as if testing how easily he could slip in.

'He's...He's touching me...there...directly...skin against skin...my own son is touching my...my pussy…'

The word felt dirty and forbidden even in her own thoughts. She tried to deny the feeling, to push it away, but the slick heat of his fingers sliding along her bare folds was impossible to ignore.

It felt strange—intimate in a way that made her stomach twist with shame and something else she refused to acknowledge.

She was already on the verge of a complete breakdown, her mind a maelstrom of confusion and unwanted desire—when something even more shocking happened.

Mika pulled back two fingers, positioned them at her entrance—and thrust them straight inside her!

"!?!?!?!?"

Nadia's entire body jerked violently in her seat. A tiny, choked whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The intrusion was shocking—hot, thick, and impossibly intimate.

This was especially so since nothing had ever entered her like this before. Swords, bullets, shrapnel—yes, she had been wounded countless times in battle.

But this was different.

This was her most private place, the soft, hidden entrance that no one was ever meant to touch, especially not her own son.

The sudden stretch made her inner walls clench around his fingers in reflexive shock, and a fresh rush of slick warmth coated them instantly.

Horror and confusion exploded inside her.

'No...No, this can't be happening...He's inside me...My own son is inside my...my pussy…'

She couldn't bear it anymore. Out of sheer panic she grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled his fingers out of her, holding it suspended in the air between them.

She had been able to bear his previous actions because in her mind, she had somehow convinced herself they resembled a massage. A line, however thin, still existed.

But this? Fingers inside her? There was no line here. This was a boundary, and he had crossed it.

She turned to look at his face, expecting confusion, innocence—the same blank expression he had worn throughout the meeting.

But when she looked at his face, the last of her illusions shattered.

Mika was no longer pretending. The calm, focused expression he had worn while answering questions was gone.

In its place was a teasing, knowing grin—dark eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

He had been fully aware of every single thing his hand was doing the entire time.

He wasn't stressed or distracted.

He had been deliberately touching her, playing with her, enjoying her reactions.

Nadia's heart slammed against her ribs.

'He knew...He knew all along…'

She stared at him, her mind reeling. Mika wouldn't hurt her. Mika loved her. So why was he doing this?

Was it another prank? But what kind of prank involved putting his fingers inside his own mother?

Before she could process that horrifying realization, the delegate who had been speaking cleared his throat loudly.

"Um...would you like me to repeat the question? Or is there something wrong?"

Because Mika had stopped answering the moment Nadia tugged his hands away, the conversation had come to a sudden halt.

Because of this, the hall began to murmur. Other officials shifted in their seats, looking confused and slightly concerned.

A few of Nadia's subordinates behind her whispered her name, worry creeping into their voices.

Someone even started to rise from their chair, as if ready to check if everything was all right.

Nadia panicked.

She turned to Mika with wide, desperate eyes, voice a frantic whisper only he could hear.

"Mika...Please...Please answer them. Why are you waiting? Please, just answer the question."

But Mika didn't even glance at the delegate. His gaze stayed locked on her, that teasing grin never fading.

Nadia's voice cracked with urgency.

"Come on, Mika...please. You can't stop answering them like this. Say something...do something. We can talk about...about whatever you're doing right now...later. But first, please answer them."

He didn't say anything but his eyes moved.

They dropped to her hand, still wrapped around his wrist. Then they dropped lower to her lap, to the place where her underwear was still pulled aside, where her pussy was still exposed to the air.

And then he smiled while have a glint in his eyes.

And she understood.

He was upset. She had pulled his hand away. And now he was refusing to answer questions until she let him continue.

The realization hit her like a physical blow. He was blackmailing her. Using the success of the treaty—a decade of her work, the future of countless lives—as leverage to make her submit to his touch.

She should be outraged. She should take charge herself.

But she couldn't.

Her emotions were a mess. Her mind was scattered. She didn't even know what question had been asked.

If she tried to answer now, she would stumble, stutter, humiliate herself and everyone who had worked for this treaty.

She needed him.

"Sir?" The delegate spoke again, his voice uncertain. "If you're unable to answer, perhaps Lady Nadia could—"

"No!" The word came out sharper than she intended. She forced herself to soften her tone.

"No, he'll answer. Just...give him a moment."

The delegate sat back, exchanging glances with his neighbors. The whispers grew louder. Someone behind her shifted in their seat, preparing to stand.

Nadia looked at Mika, her eyes pleading.

"Please, Mika. Don't do this to me. Please answer them. We can talk later. I'm not even angry about what you did. I just—we can figure this out. I know you won't hurt me. So please. Just answer."

He didn't move.

His eyes flicked down to her lap. Down to where her underwear was still pulled aside, where her pussy was still exposed. The message was clear.

Realising that she had no choice, she looked at his face. Then at the officials. Then back at his face.

She thought about what she would do if anyone else tried to blackmail her like this.

She would refuse. She would rather let the treaty fail than sacrifice her dignity.

But this wasn't anyone else. This was Mika. Her son. The boy she had raised, the man she loved more than anyone in the world.

Somehow, his touch didn't feel as wrong as it should.

So, she let go of his wrist.

She spread her legs wider.

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes and whispered.

"Go ahead, Mika. Do what you have to do."

Mika smiled like he already knew that she would give in and his hand descended.

Two fingers slid back inside her tight, wet hole, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.