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

Chapter 484: Pityful Family

The moment the words left his lips, the blood slowly rose from his hand, floating upward into the air.

Gasps echoed through the hall as the liquid began to morph and twist, coiling like a living thing.

Then it suddenly burst apart—not into mist or scattered droplets, but into three thin, shining lines that shot out of the building like luminous strings, streaking away in a specific direction and vanishing into the distance.

Everyone was utterly shocked. The lines were impossibly thin, like glowing threads, yet they left a clear path behind them.

Mika smiled faintly and turned back to the bomber.

"With how you’re acting, for a second I was worried that you didn’t have anyone you loved or cherished in your life."

The man’s expression faltered. Mika’s smile widened slightly.

"But luckily that isn’t the case at all."

Before the man could demand an explanation, Mika glanced at Nadia and said calmly.

"You know what to do. Take this as well."

He threw over a spatial artifact that could open temporary portals to other realms.

"It’ll help bring them here faster."

Nadia wanted to protest. She wanted to say no, to refuse, to stop this before it went any further.

She knew what Mika was planning, and it was cruel. Vicious. The kind of cruelty that left scars not just on bodies, but on souls.

But Mika wasn’t ordering her. He wasn’t even looking at her sternly.

His expression was calm, almost casual. And that was what terrified her most.

All she could do was follow his lead and pray that the damage wouldn’t be too great.

So, she flew out of the building at speeds that made the air crackle.

The officials watched her go, confusion replacing some of their terror.

"Where is she going?"

"Is she...escaping?"

"No, she’s Nadia. She would never abandon us."

The bomber felt an uncomfortable tightness growing in his chest. The earlier question about loved ones echoed in his mind, making him feel more threatened than ever.

Just as he opened his mouth to demand answers, a powerful gust of wind blasted through the hall, sending papers and documents flying everywhere.

People braced themselves, wondering if this was another attack.

No, it was Nadia. She returned at an extremely fast rate, carrying four bound and gagged figures behind her. All four had their mouths covered and their bodies restrained, unable to move.

The bomber wanted to make a mocking joke about bringing more sacrifices, but the moment he saw their faces, all color drained from his own.

His bravado vanished, replaced by genuine horror.

These weren’t random people.

They were his family! All four of them sharing the same pointy ears as him!

His elderly mother looked confused and sweaty, clearly having no idea what was happening.

His wife was panicking, her eyes wide with desperate, pleading fear, though the gag silenced her.

His brother appeared strangely composed, almost resigned, like a soldier facing inevitable death.

And finally, a small, cute little girl, his daughter was utterly confused and crying, tears streaming down her cheeks at the sudden terror.

The moment he saw his family forced onto their knees on the ground, the bomber screamed.

"YOU BASTARD! HOW DID YOU BRING THEM HERE? HOW THE HECK DID YOU EVEN FIND THEM?!"

He tried to run toward them.

But before he could get close, he realized he couldn’t move. Nadia had already frozen him in place with a casual wave of her hand.

Desperation and rage filled his voice as he glared at Mika.

"How?! I made sure to keep them in a very safe position where no one would find out. Even if you tracked down every single thing you know about me, you wouldn’t be able to find that place."

"I even made sure to place them in another realm so there’d be the least suspicions around them. So how—" His voice cracked with fury and fear. "How did you find them!?"

The crowd was equally confused. They had thought Mika was just a normal, somewhat handsome boy assisting Nadia.

No one had imagined he could invoke such a spell so effortlessly. Even though he made it sound simple, none of them had ever heard of anything like it.

Mika walked toward him slowly, hands clasped behind his back like a professor about to deliver a lecture.

"The spell I used is called Sanguine Kin-binding."

Everyone shut their mouth to listen.

"And the reason I employed such a spell, was because you were right."

The man was stunned by the statement, while Mika went on to say,

"No amount of torture would have made you talk. You’re a trained soldier. Even if we tried to extract the information from your mind directly, that failsafe you mentioned would have killed you before we learned anything useful."

He stopped in front of the man.

"So I decided to let your blood do the talking."

He gestured toward the now-vanished lines.

"No matter how far apart you are. No matter what realm you’re in. As long as you share blood, this spell will find them. It creates a thread between you—like a red string of fate, but for family instead of lovers."

He glanced at the four figures.

"I got three lines. Your mother. Your brother. Your daughter." He nodded toward the wife. "And I managed to catch one more. Even without a blood tie, she’s still your family. I’d say it was a good day of fishing."

The man’s face was a ruin of emotions. Rage. Grief. Desperation. He tried to move, to attack, to do anything—but Nadia’s gravity held him fast.

"You...You bastard..."

Mika was unbothered. He stood in front of the man, hands still clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged.

"I’m going to give you one more chance."

The room went silent.

"Tell me where the bombs are. Tell me how to stop them. And I promise—" He placed his hand over his heart. "—I will let you and your family go. Safely. Peacefully. No one else has to die today."

The man hesitated. His family was right there, threatened. Someone truly dangerous was standing before them.

But then he closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and steadied himself, remembering his mission and the teachings of the Eternal Queen.

When he opened his eyes again, frantic zeal and malice burned in them. He smiled wildly and spat,

"Fuck off."

Mika blinked.

"You think I care?" The man’s voice was steady now, strengthened by conviction. "You think bringing my family here changes anything? They knew the risks. They’re part of the faction too. They support me."

Behind him, the brother nodded firmly. The mother, despite her fear, managed a trembling nod of her own.

The wife, however, was shaking her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, trying to scream through her gag—don’t do this, please, save us—but her husband didn’t look at her.

The daughter was still crying, still confused, still too young to understand why her world was falling apart.

The man’s voice hardened. "The Eternal Queen’s mission is greater than any one family. Her name will spread. Her fear will reign. Nothing—not you, not them, not anyone—will stop that!"

Mika looked at him with clear disdain.

He was open-minded about many principles in life, but as someone who cherished his own family more than anything, even more than his own life, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted hearing someone willingly sacrifice his family for such a cause.

He shook his head and looked at the bound family with genuine pity.

"I almost feel sorry for all of you for being related to such a man."

The brother shook his head angrily, refusing to accept the words and still viewing his sibling as a brave soldier.

The wife on the other hand looked utterly in despair, as if she completely regretted everything and just wanted it all to end.

But unfortunately, the she had no information about the plans and couldn’t even speak through her gag. She could only watch helplessly as Mika slowly approached all four of them.

The bomber glanced at the scene in despair and gritted his teeth, torn by overwhelming emotion.

Yet that same fanatical resolve remained in his eyes, showing how deeply brainwashed he was.

Nadia stepped forward, reaching for his arm.

"Mika—"

But just walked past her. Her hand closed on empty air. She stood there, frozen, her fist clenched at her side, frustration burning in her chest.

Mika stopped behind the old woman.

She trembled. She had some resolve—she was a believer, after all—but she was also a person with feelings. And even the most faithful, feel fear.

He stood right behind her as she kneeled. Gently, almost tenderly, he patted her head.

Her white hair was soft beneath his palm. He tilted her head from side to side, examining her like a curious child examining a toy.

Then he looked up at the man.

"Last chance." He said quietly. "If you love them—if any part of you still cares—tell me what I need to know. And this ends."

The man’s jaw tightened. His hands shook. His eyes darted to his mother—to the woman who had raised him, who had taught him to walk, who had held him when he cried.

He said nothing.

Mika sighed. "I see."

He gripped the old woman’s head a little tighter.

The officials braced themselves.

They expected him to start hitting her. Punching, slapping, kicking—something brutal, yes, but familiar. The kind of violence they understood.

But what happened next horrified them far more.

Instead of violence like that, Mika looked down at the mother with a pitying gaze...and without any hesitation, he twisted her neck.

CRACK!

The sound echoed clearly as her neck tore apart from her spine.

He didn’t stop at a simple break—he twisted it all the way around until her face, which had been facing forward, was now looking backward.

Then he dropped her limp body to the ground.