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

Chapter 480 480: Bombs Go Boom

Nadia was still trembling in the aftermath, her body slick with sweat and the evidence of what had just happened, when she finally lifted her head and looked around the hall.

The scene was pure chaos.

Officials who had been seated with such pomp and authority moments earlier were now huddled under their desks like frightened children, faces pale and eyes wide with terror.

Subordinates crouched behind them, shaking visibly, some whispering frantic prayers or curses under their breath.

People were screaming and shouting for help, voices overlapping in a cacophony of panic.

It was then that Nadia realized the full extent of what she had caused.

A massive earthquake—triggered by the single, uncontrollable moment when she had squirted all over Mika's hand and the chair beneath her.

The power she had tried so desperately to contain had leaked out for only a heartbeat, yet it had been enough to shake the entire continent.

She felt a deep, burning embarrassment flood through her.

She had always prided herself on her ability to keep her emotions intact, no matter the pressure.

She was the Ice-Cold Queen, the woman who could face down armies and gods without a single crack in her composure.

Yet here she was, reduced to this—all because of what her own son had done to her in front of the most important delegates in the world.

But she couldn't even blame herself too much.

The intensity of the moment—Mika's fingers buried deep inside her, thrusting and curling with such shameless skill while the entire hall carried on unaware—would have broken anyone.

Even someone like her, who had trained herself for decades to suppress every feeling, found it impossible to hold back when pleasure had crashed over her like a tidal wave.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a quiet gratitude toward Mika.

His barriers had contained the worst of it. If not for the shields he had layered around them, the reaction would have been far more devastating.

The fact that the quake had only caused faint trembling across the continent instead of leveling buildings and taking lives was thanks to him. She let out a small, shaky sigh of relief.

But that relief quickly turned to sadness.

What Mika had done was wrong. He should not have touched her that way.

But her body's reaction—the wetness, the pleasure, the release was natural. Any woman would have responded the same way to such intimate stimulation.

If she were a normal woman, she would have simply made a mess on the sheets and moved on.

But she wasn't normal. She was Nadia. And her pleasure came with a cost that the rest of the world had to pay.

She couldn't experience intimacy the way other women could. Couldn't lose herself in passion without risking lives. Couldn't even allow herself a moment of pure, unguarded ecstasy.

The thought made her feel less human.

Then she looked at Mika.

He was already moving, already speaking, already taking control of the panicked crowd. He told everyone to stay where they were, to breathe, to trust that everything would be fine.

And somehow, impossibly, they listened.

She realized, in that moment, that she couldn't be angry at him. No matter how confused she was, no matter how violated she felt—she couldn't summon any anger.

He had given her something today that she hadn't experienced in years.

Emotion.

Shameful emotions. Embarrassing emotions. Forbidden emotions.

But emotions nonetheless. She had felt more in the past hour than she had in the past decade. And for that, she was almost grateful.

Still, confusion swirled inside her. She had no idea what Mika's true intentions were. Her thoughts were all over the place, a mess of taboo images and lingering sensations she couldn't push away.

She wondered how she was going to deal with the situation later. Normally she was a decisive person, but right now she felt completely lost. It was awkward even for her.

But nonetheless, she decided to push those emotions away and was about to stand, to help Mika calm everyone down—when her head snapped toward the back of the hall.

Her gaze sharpened. The warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by something cold and deadly.

She stared at a specific point—a man mixed in the crowd.

He was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and slicked-back hair. His ears were long but not quite elven—slightly pointed, marking him as a demi-human.

He wore the simple uniform of a waiter, the kind who had been circulating with water and snacks earlier.

Without a word, she raised her hand.

Boom!

Desks flew. Officials were flung aside, tumbling across the floor, crashing into walls. Papers scattered. Chairs overturned.

A path cleared, leaving only the attendant standing alone in the center of an empty circle.

"What—what's happening?!"

"Are we being attacked?!"

"Is it another earthquake?!"

The man stood frozen for a moment, caught off guard. Then, slowly, he straightened. His servile demeanor fell away like a mask.

A bright, mocking smile spread across his face, and he began to laugh—loud, theatrical, utterly unhinged.

The laughter echoed through the silent hall.

"Well, well, well." He looked directly at Nadia. "I went to great lengths to hide my identity. Covered every track. Used every artifact at my disposal. And yet..." He tilted his head. "How did you find me? How did you know?"

Nadia said nothing. Her face was ice. Her eyes were voids.

The man shrugged, unbothered by her silence.

"Ah, I suppose you won't answer. The great Battle Angel, looking down on us lowly demi-humans. You think you can slaughter us without consequence, don't you?"

His smile twisted.

"But let me remind you—even an ant can bite back."

He grabbed the front of his attendant's vest and ripped it open.

The entire hall gasped in horror.

Underneath was a nightmare: his body was completely covered in a complex apparatus of wires, tubes, and blinking devices.

Even the least knowledgeable person in the room could see what it was—a powerful bomb strapped directly to his torso, powerful enough to level the entire building and everyone inside it.

People started screaming and scrambling.

"Bomb! Bomb! He's got a bomb!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, he's going to blow us up!"

"I don't want to die!"

The man laughed again, clearly enjoying the terror he had unleashed.

"Where are you going, you guys? Weren't you the ones who wanted a glass of water or a pack of biscuits from me just moments ago? Where are you running off to now?" He took a few steps forward, making people back away in fresh panic.

He turned to another group. "What about you? Do you need help with anything?"

Officials scrambled toward the exits, only to find the doors locked. They pounded on them, screamed for help, clawed at the handles.

But the doors wouldn't budge.

The man laughed again.

"Go ahead! Break them down! The moment you do, I'll detonate this bomb, and we'll all go up in ashes together."

He spread his arms, gesturing at his explosive-laden body.

"This is a 3.9-kilowatt Stratian bomb. Enough to level this building and everyone in it. So please—"

His voice dripped with mockery.

"—don't do anything rash."

The officials froze. They looked at the man as he chuckled and continued saying,

"I came here to die. That was my mission. But I'm pretty sure each and every one of you cherishes your lives very much, especially with how snobbish you all are and how much wealth you've gained from tricking everyone."

He snorted.

So don't make me do anything unnecessary." His smile turned vicious. "I want to talk first before I do anything else."

Slowly, reluctantly, the officials backed away from the doors.

They huddled together, eyes wide, faces pale—but some of the tension had left their shoulders.

Because even with a bomber in the room, even with death strapped to a madman's chest, they had Lady Nadia.

She had saved the world before. Surely, she could save them now.

The man noticed. His eyes flickered with something between admiration and disgust.

"Remarkable." He said. "Even with a bomb strapped to my chest, even knowing that I could end all of you with the press of a button—you still look to her. You still believe she'll save you." He shook his head. "I suppose that makes sense. She did save the world, after all."

His voice hardened.

"But that shit doesn't work on me. I don't care what she did. I despise her for it. She killed the Eternal Queen. She destroyed everything we believed in."

He glared at Nadia with pure venom. "And for that, I'm going to teach you a lesson today, a lesson that you'll never ever forget for the rest of your life."

The officials exchanged horrified glances.

The Eternal Queen's faction!

Even after her death, her followers remained—a cult of fanatics who worshipped her as a deity, who believed she was a savior, who refused to accept that she had been a tyrant.

They had carried out attacks before. Small ones. Scattered ones. But never something like this—never a coordinated strike on such an important event, with such a powerful bomb.

If they had the resources to infiltrate this meeting, to bypass security, to smuggle in a high-impact bomb...

How deep did their influence go?

The man watched their fear with satisfaction. He soaked it in like sunlight, basking in their terror.

Then he turned to Nadia.

"Now." He said, his voice casual, almost conversational. "Will you answer my question?"

He gestured at his bomb-laden body.

"Don't try anything stupid. This rig is designed to explode the moment I die or the moment anything disrupts my body's equilibrium. A needle prick, a sudden jolt, even a change in my heartbeat."

"So don't even think about killing me or knocking me unconscious."

He smiled.

"I want to talk. And first, I want to know, how did you find me?"

His eyes gleamed with genuine curiosity.

"I have SS-Class Artifacts that hide my presence completely. I should have been invisible. So how did you point me out?"