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

Chapter 482: Unforgivable Threat

Hearing this, everyone was absolutely stunned.

Just moments ago, they had been bracing for death, certain that the bomb strapped to the madman’s chest would send them all to ashes.

But now, judging by his fury, his frustration, his desperate pounding on the now-inert device—it seemed Nadia had been telling the truth.

The bomb was truly dismantled!

Relief flooded through the hall like a tidal wave. Some officials slumped to the floor, trembling.

Others clutched their chests, gasping for air.

A few—those whose nerves had been pushed past their breaking point had visibly soiled themselves, though no one dared comment.

But then their relief curdled into something else.

Curiosity. Suspicion. They turned to Nadia with burning gazes, desperate to know how she had done it.

She had barely moved from her seat. She had touched nothing. And yet, somehow, the bomb had been neutralized.

Nadia herself didn’t bother looking at them.

Her gaze kept drifting sideways in tiny, secret glances toward Mika, who sat beside her as casual as ever, a small, approving smile playing on his lips as he watched the entire situation unfold.

In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to show off to him, to let her son see how cool and capable his mother could be when the stakes were at their highest.

Seeing that faint smile on his face, the way his eyes sparkled with quiet pride, made her chest swell with warmth. She felt proud, almost giddy, like any mother who had just impressed her child.

But that small moment of private joy was shattered when the bomber shouted again, his face twisted in pure fury.

"How did you do it, you bitch?!" He roared, voice cracking with frustration. "How did you actually manage to stop this bomb?!"

He kept hitting the apparatus over and over, trying to trigger its sensitivity, but nothing happened. The lack of explosion only fueled his rage.

"Answer me!"

Nadia’s expression flickered with annoyance at the interruption. She let out a small sigh.

"As I said, I’ve encountered such scenarios before. So, during the war, I made a point of studying explosives and due to that I have a thorough understanding of how they work. So, dismantling one isn’t particularly difficult for me."

The man’s face contorted.

"Even if you have the knowledge, you still need to physically touch the bomb! You need to get your hands on it, disconnect the components piece by piece! But you—"

He pointed a shaking finger at her.

"—you didn’t move! You stood there the entire time! How could you possibly switch it off without making a move?!"

Everyone in the room nodded frantically, equally confused and desperate for the answer. Even Mika’s interest peaked slightly as he watched his mother work.

Nadia shook her head, almost pityingly.

"Have you already forgotten what my blessing can do?" Her voice was quiet, but it carried weight. "I have complete control over gravity. Over the earth itself."

The man’s rant died in his throat.

"That means, no matter what it is, as long as it exists within this world, I have some level of influence over it."

She gestured lazily toward the ceiling.

"A building? I can crush it without lifting a finger."

"An airplane flying overhead? I can bring it down with a wave of my hand."

The officials shivered.

"An asteroid hurtling toward the planet?" Her eyes gleamed coldly. "I could pull it down myself and smash it into the surface wherever I chose."

She let that sink in.

"So when you consider that, when you understand the scope of what I can do, do you really think I cannot manipulate gravity on a smaller scale?"

She tilted her head. "Do you really think I cannot target specific components of a bomb?"

She leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on the bomber.

"For example, I could silently pull down a few wires by changing their weight so they disconnect themselves. Or I could make the liquids inside flow in the wrong direction, completely ruining the circuit."

"And all those connectors you have attached to the bomb—I can remove them one by one, bit by bit, just by specifically targeting them alone. That’s exactly what I did right now."

A faint, satisfied glint appeared in her eyes as she glanced once more at Mika, wanting him to see how effortlessly she had handled the threat.

"The moment I saw the bomb, I had already dismantled it. Why else would I have been talking to you in such a peaceful manner? Because I knew you were no threat from the very beginning."

"You were simply a fanatic rambling nonsense on your own. You’re no different from a mental patient in my eyes."

Mika had to cover his mouth again to hide his silent laughter, Nadia was truly going all out, and he loved every second of it.

The man’s face had turned a deep, furious red. His hands trembled. His entire body shook with rage.

"You bitch—!" He hissed. "You absolute bitch—! You knew. You knew I couldn’t do anything, and you just let me—you let me make a fool of myself—you toyed with me—"

His voice rose to a near-scream.

"I prepared for this my entire life! I was ready to die for the cause! I was supposed to go out a hero—everyone would remember my name, my sacrifice—and you—you—"

He couldn’t even finish. His fists clenched and unclenched. His breathing was ragged.

But then, he forced himself to calm down. His shoulders slumped. The fire in his eyes dimmed.

Seeing this, everyone let out a collective breath.

It was over. The threat was gone. Officials began emerging from beneath desks, brushing off their clothes, exchanging shaky smiles of relief. They had survived.

But then the man started laughing.

"Haha...Hahahaha"

It was low at first, then growing louder, more manic, until it echoed through the hall like the cackle of a mad prophet. The officials froze mid-motion. Their relief curdled back into dread.

Nadia raised an eyebrow.

The man’s laughter cut off abruptly. He pointed at her, his face twisted into a grin.

"You really think you’ve taken me down, don’t you!?"

He spat, pointing at Nadia with a trembling finger.

"You really think that just because you deactivated this bomb, you’ve saved everyone and saved the world just like you did so many times before?"

Well, let me tell you—you’re so wrong. You’re so very wrong!""

He shook his head, eyes gleaming with malicious delight.

"Sure, you might have saved everyone here by deactivating this bomb, and you have control over me right now...but let me tell you this was never the only bomb."

The color drained from every face in the room.

"This was a big day for us. We weren’t going to rely on a single explosive. We wanted to send a message to the entire world that the Eternal Queen’s faction is still alive! Still powerful! Still something to be feared!"

He smiled, savoring their terror.

"This bomb was the smallest. Meant only for this room. But there are six others. Larger. Far more destructive. Scattered throughout the capital."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"The moment they detonate, craters the size of lakes will appear where buildings once stood. The death toll will be in the hundreds of thousands—maybe more. Solaria, the crown jewel of the human realm, will be scarred forever!"

Hearing this horrifying statement, the hall descended into fresh panic.

Officials clutched at each other, faces ashen.

An minister stumbled forward, his voice trembling.

"What—what kind of bombs? What scale of destruction are we talking about?"

The man laughed again. "Since you asked so politely, I’ll tell you. Each bomb is a 408-kilowatt triple-fusion thermal device."

Gasps.

"I don’t understand the technical details myself—I’m not a researcher. But what I do know is this: they go boom. Very, very big boom."

Another official, a retired military commander, staggered back as if struck.

"T-That’s impossible! A single bomb of that magnitude could vaporize an entire city block! The shockwaves alone would level buildings for kilometers!"

"The aftereffects—radiation, fires, collapsed infrastructure would cripple the capital for decades!"

He looked at the man with wide, horrified eyes.

"There’s no way you could have built such weapons! No way you could have smuggled them into the city!"

The bomber laughed louder.

"Say what you want, but the truth of the matter is the bombs have already been made and transported all throughout the city in places you’ll never be able to find."

"Unless you agree to my conditions..." He sneered. "...let’s just say the capital city of Solaris is going to be fundamentally changed."

Everyone shivered in horror. One official, voice cracking, desperately asked,

"What are the demands you have? Just tell us what you want in compensation!"

The man’s smile widened, satisfied.

"Nothing much. You have quite a lot of prisoners in Ubikilis Prison, and I’ve heard you have a population problem there. I want to help you out regarding that."

His tone turned mocking. "I want you to release every single one of my faction members from there and bring them out safely."

The demand hit like a second bomb.

Ubikilis was the highest-security prison in the world, holding the most dangerous remnants of the Eternal Queen’s cult—fanatics who had been brainwashed into believing she was a savior.

Releasing them would unleash chaos across the realms.

The man wasn’t finished. "That’s simply one of the conditions. We have plenty more, our own sovereign realm that no one can access, a bunch more money and gold, certain investments...but don’t worry, I won’t bore you with all the details."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper, tossing it toward the nearest official.

"This is all my demands right here."

The officials who caught the paper scanned it frantically. Their faces paled further.

The list was outrageous—territorial concessions, massive financial reparations, political autonomy for the cult.

Agreeing would empower the Eternal Queen’s remnants and destabilize the fragile peace the treaty was meant to create. Yet refusing meant certain death for hundreds of thousands.

The man watched their terror with glee. But then he turned to Nadia, expecting to see fear at last. Desperation. Something.

But to his shock, she was calm. Still composed. Still looking at him like he was an insect crawling across her floor.

His satisfaction curdled into fury.

"I hate that face." He spat. "I hate it so much! You look down on everyone like some aloof goddess, untouchable, unreachable! I thought today I would finally see you break. I thought I would watch you cry, beg, show some weakness—something human."

He stepped toward her, his chains rattling.

"But even now, even after everything I’ve revealed—you’re still wearing that mask. It infuriates me! I want to claw it off your face!"

He stopped himself, breathing hard.

"But I can’t. I’m completely in your control now. You could kill me where I stand, and I couldn’t do a thing about it." His lips curled into a sneer. "But before you do, let me tell you something that might finally crack that frozen expression of yours."

He paused, savoring the moment.

"One of your sisters is in the blast zone."

The hall went utterly silent.

"A Battle Angel. One of the five Valkyries who defeated the Eternal Queen. She’s currently located very close to one of our bombs. When it detonates—even she won’t survive."

He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls.

"So you see, Lady Nadia, you have a choice. Agree to our terms, and everyone lives. Refuse, and you lose a sister. The five becomes four."

He tapped his watch.

"Forty-six minutes now. Good luck finding the bombs. They’re hidden too well, you could search for days and never locate them. In less than an hour, it’s impossible."

He spread his arms like he had already won the battle.

"So don’t even dare try going against me. You’d better just agree to all my demands right now and sign them off officially here."

"After all..." He viciously chuckled. "We’re in a place where all the officials in the world exist. I’m pretty sure we can come up with an official statement and agreement to go along with my requests. And everything will go very smoothly without anyone getting killed."

He looked around the room, at the terrified faces, the trembling hands, the officials who had already begun whispering among themselves, already calculating how to minimize the damage.

He had won. They all knew it.

Nadia’s eyes had gone cold—colder than they had been all day. The air around her grew heavy, oppressive, hard to breathe.

She was furious. Not at the threat against herself, but at the threat against her family. Against her sister.

But before she could speak, a calm voice cut through the tension—a voice that was deceptively soft yet carried a chilly undertone that made the temperature in the hall drop several degrees.

"Did you just say...that you wanted to harm one of the Battle Angels?"

"That you wanted to kill one of Nadia’s sisters?"

The moment Nadia heard that voice, her eyes started trembling.

The color drained from her face.

The ice-cold mask she had worn cracked, replaced by genuine fear.

She immediately turned to look at Mika. The playful expression he had worn earlier was completely gone.

In its place was a dark, gloomy look in his eyes—the same look she had seen only a handful of times before, the one that always preceded something catastrophic.

She instinctively shivered all over. She knew exactly what that gaze meant, and she was terrified of what would happen next.

She wanted to stop him, to say something, to pull him back—but before she could, the bomber laughed out loud, mocking and dismissive.

"I did. I most definitely did, boy." He sneered. "I do have to admit that you’re quite talented and skilled, and I even have to admire you. But right now, what are you going to do about it?"

"What could you possibly do other than sign the agreement and go along with my terms? If you don’t do that, then that’s the end of hundreds of thousands of lives—along with this single Battle Angel as well."

And in response, Mika just stared at him with that desolate gaze for a long moment that for some reason made the man shiver all over before he sighed.

"Honestly." Mika said like he was tired. "I wanted to sit back. Watch Nadia handle everything. She’s more than capable, she doesn’t need my help."

He looked up, and his eyes met the man’s.

"But then you threatened my family."

The man felt his blood freeze.

"So I suppose I’ll have to step in after all."

He stood up.

And the temperature in the room dropped.