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

Chapter 499: This Isn’t Like You

After pulling back from the group hug, Fauna’s eyes immediately locked onto Mika.

She held out both hands, fingers wiggling expectantly, her wings fluttering with barely contained excitement.

It was her turn. She wanted to carry him now.

But the moment Nadia saw those outstretched hands, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

She pulled Mika back against her chest, away from Fauna’s reach.

Fauna blinked. Confused, she flapped forward and tried again.

But Nadia pulled back again, taking several steps through the air.

Fauna tilted her head, her smile faltering. She tried a third time—reaching, grabbing, completely oblivious to the silent war raging before her.

But once again, Nadia retreated further, her grip on Mika tightening like a vise before she finally asked,

"What do you think you’re doing, Fauna?"

Fauna blinked innocently, her hands still outstretched.

"I was just trying to take Mika away from you." She smiled, bright and guileless. "You’ve been carrying him for so long. I thought I could do you a favor and take him off your hands for a bit."

She reached out again, playfully trying to scoop Mika from Nadia’s embrace.

But Nadia pulled back sharply, a wary glint flashing in her eyes. Her voice came out firm, almost icy.

"There’s no need, Fauna. I can hold on to Mika as long as I want. It’s no burden at all."

Fauna’s cheerful smile wavered. Something felt off.

The air between them had shifted, though she couldn’t quite place why.

Still, she forced a bright smile and tried again.

"Really, Nadia? Are your arms really not hurting? He’s a big boy, you know. Quite heavy."

"Hey!" Mika protested. "That’s rude."

Fauna ignored him completely. "I’m pretty sure your arms are breaking right now. Let me do you a favor and take him off your hands."

Nadia pulled Mika closer, her expression growing cold. "No, Fauna. No means no."

Fauna’s own expression hardened. A small frown creased her brow.

"Just because you say no doesn’t mean I can’t take him, Nadia."

She flapped her wings in a coquettish flutter.

"You can’t just keep him for yourself. I want to hold him too. It’s not fair that you get him the whole time!"

Nadia’s jaw tightened. "You held him as well. You flew him all over the hospital."

"For a few minutes!" Fauna’s voice rose. "That was barely any time at all. Meanwhile, you’ve spent the entire day with Mika. The whole day! And you won’t even share him now?"

Nadia pulled Mika tighter, pressing him against her breasts—a move he seemed to appreciate immensely, if the way he nuzzled into her was any indication.

"Don’t talk to me about spending time with Mika. I already know he visits you at the hospital all the time. And at your place."

Fauna’s face went crimson. Images flashed through her mind—Mika’s hands on her, his mouth on her breasts, the two of them tangled together in the quiet of her home.

She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the memories.

"I-I don’t care about that! Not right now!" She pouted, crossing her arms. "I want to hold him. So you better give him to me right now."

Nadia’s eyes narrowed. "Fauna, don’t act like a child. I already have him. He’s not some toy you can just grab whenever you want."

Fauna’s pout deepened. She stamped her foot in the air, wings flapping in agitation.

"Exactly! He’s not a toy that belongs to you alone, Nadia! So give him to me too!"

She lunged forward, both hands reaching for Mika.

Nadia extended one arm and placed her large hand firmly on top of Fauna’s head, holding her back. Fauna squirmed adorably, her short arms flailing uselessly as she tried to reach past the blockade.

"Give him to me, Nadia! Give him to me! It’s not fair! It’s not fair! I want him too!"

Her voice rose into a cute, whiny pout. Tears of frustration welled up in her big, innocent eyes.

She kicked her legs in the air, looking for all the world like a child denied her favorite plaything.

Nadia kept her at bay effortlessly, her expression a mixture of amusement and barely concealed possessiveness.

But when she heard what Fauna said next—she immediately faltered.

"What are you doing, Nadia?" Fauna shouted in indignation. "This isn’t like you at all!"

"Normally, you wouldn’t hesitate to share. Usually, I’m the one fighting you for who gets to spend time with Mika."

"So why are you the one acting like this?"

The question hit Nadia like a bucket of cold water.

She realized, she was acting strange. This wasn’t how she normally behaved at all.

She was supposed to be the level-headed one. The mediator.

The sister who stepped back when fights broke out, who let others have their turn, who sacrificed her own desires for the sake of family harmony.

But right now, she didn’t want to sacrifice anything.

She wanted to keep Mika. All to herself.

And she knew why.

It wasn’t just what had happened between them—though that was part of it.

The intimacy, the forbidden touches, the way he made her feel things she had never felt before.

That had changed something in her. Made her feel closer to him than ever.

But it was also the way Fauna looked at him.

Normally, Fauna’s gaze was that of a mother wanting her child. Warm. Loving. Familial.

But now, there was something else there. Something that made Nadia’s skin prickle with unease.

It was the look of a woman wanting a man.

And Nadia didn’t like it. Not one bit.

So when Fauna reached for Mika again, Nadia pulled him closer, her voice cold and sharp.

"What’s wrong with that?"

Fauna blinked, surprised by her sister’s tone.

"What’s wrong with wanting to keep Mika for myself?"

Nadia continued, her eyes blazing.

"For my entire life, I’ve held back. I’ve sacrificed. I’ve let others have their turn"

"But I’ve had enough." She huffed. "I want to spend time with Mika too. I’m not going to let you just take him because you want him. I’ll fight for him as well."

Fauna stared, utterly stunned.

This was not the Nadia she knew. The Nadia she knew was generous to a fault.

When there was an extra portion of food, Nadia offered it to her sisters.

When there was a dispute, Nadia mediated.

When someone wanted something, Nadia gave.

But this Nadia, this cold, possessive, fierce woman was a stranger.

And something about that made Fauna’s blood boil.

It was the feeling of a spoiled child denied her favorite treat.

The indignant fury of someone who had always gotten what she wanted, suddenly told no.

Her eyes grew dark. Her wings flared. The air around them grew thick and heavy, pressing down like a physical weight.

Nadia felt it—the challenge—and responded in kind.

Her own aura blazed to life, invisible but unmistakable, a menacing pressure that made the very atmosphere tremble.

The two auras clashed.

High above the celebrating city, two Battle Angels faced off, their power crackling between them like lightning.

Below, people stumbled, clutching their chests, gasping for air. Something was wrong. Something was happening.

They looked up at the sky, confused and afraid.

The sisters didn’t notice. They only had eyes for each other.

Meanwhile, Mika watched the standoff with growing amusement.

Two of his mothers were about to come to blows over who got to hold him.

It was ridiculous. It was petty. It was completely, utterly insane.

And he was loving every second of it.

But he couldn’t let it continue.

If they actually started fighting, people would die. Buildings would collapse. The capital they had just saved would be reduced to rubble.

So he waved his hands. "Stop. Stop, stop, stop."

They didn’t hear him. They were too focused on each other, their auras still clashing, their wills still warring.

"Stop." He said again, louder.

Nothing.

He sighed.

Then he reached down and gave Nadia a sharp spank on her ass.

"Ahhh!♡~"

She jolted, a surprised whimper escaping her lips.

Her face flushed crimson. The aura around her flickered and died.

Fauna’s aura also vanished when she heard her stoic sister let out such a lewd moan.

Seeing that they had finally calmed down, Mika looked between them, exasperated.

"What are you doing right now? You’re supposed to be the mighty Battle Angels everyone looks up to, not little kids who fight over a toy!"

"And what do you think would happen if people see you like this?" He scolded.

"Everyone’s hopes and dreams would be crushed. Little kids who see you as heroes would start crying."

Nadia and Fauna both had the decency to look slightly ashamed.

But Fauna recovered first. Immediately her lower lip trembled. She flew over to Mika and clutched his hands, her big eyes filling with tears.

"Mika, it’s not my fault!" She pointed at Nadia accusingly. "She’s the one who wouldn’t give you to me!"

Nadia’s eye twitched as she pointed back saying,

"She’s the one causing problems! I was holding you peacefully the whole time, and she barged in trying to take you away!"

Fauna cranked her cute act up to a hundred. She pressed Mika’s hands to her chest, her lower lip quivering, her eyes impossibly wide and glistening.

"Please, Mika, you have to believe me." Her voice was a pathetic, adorable whimper. "I really wasn’t at fault here. Nadia is the one bullying me."

"You have to take justice for me and come back to my side."

She whimpered like a little puppy left out in the rain.

Nadia stared, horrified by the blatant manipulation.

She had seen Fauna use this act before—back when they were younger, back when she and Yelena fought over silly things.

She had always thought it was cute then.

Now she wanted to pinch Fauna’s cheeks off.

But what was worse—what truly alarmed her was that Mika was actually falling for it.

She could see it in the way his eyes softened, the way his gaze lingered on Fauna’s pleading face.

He was actually considering it.

Panic surged through Nadia. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let Fauna win.

So she did something desperate.

She pulled on Mika’s arm and put on her own cute face.

"No, Mika! Don’t do that!" She tried to make her eyes big and pleading, tried to make her voice soft and vulnerable.

"Look at me! I’m the one getting bullied here! She’s just making fun of me, doing whatever she wants, acting like a spoiled brat!"

Mika turned to look at her.

And immediately regretted it.

Nadia’s "cute face" looked less like a pleading lover and more like someone struggling with severe constipation.

Her eyes were too wide, her lips pursed awkwardly, her cheeks puffed slightly like she was trying to push out a particularly stubborn bowel movement.

Mika stared.

Then he burst out laughing.

He laughed so hard he nearly dropped them both.

Fauna giggled, delighted. Nadia’s face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Mika! Don’t laugh! I’m being serious!" She tried to pout, which only made her look more constipated.

He waved a hand, still chuckling. "Okay, okay—I’ve got a solution. A much easier way to handle this."

They both looked at him, surprised.

Before they could ask, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Fauna’s waist, pulling her close.

Then he did the same to Nadia, his other arm circling her waist, drawing her against his side.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by two very beautiful, very plump bodies.

Fauna’s short, stacked figure pressed against his right side, her large breasts smooshing against his arm.

Nadia’s tall, slender frame molded to his left, her meaty assets pressing firmly against him.

He was sandwiched between two Battle Angels, and anyone watching would want to strangle him for his greed.

Fauna and Nadia both went rigid, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Mika held them like lovers, casual and possessive.

"See?" He smiled. "This is much simpler. Now you don’t have to fight over me at all."

He looked at Fauna. "You have me on one side."

He looked at Nadia. "And you have me on the other."

He grinned. "Now both of you can help me fly at the same time."

"But—" Fauna started.

"That’s not fair—" Nadia began.

He narrowed his eyes.

Both women’s mouths snapped shut. They exchanged glances, then looked away, their cheeks still pink.

"Fine." Fauna mumbled, her cheeks pink. She leaned into him, pressing her body against his. "If this is what you want, Mika, then it’s yours. As long as you say anything, I’ll naturally obey."

Nadia’s eye twitched at the saccharine sweetness of Fauna’s words. But she couldn’t be outdone.

"M-Me too." She said quickly. "Whatever you say, Mika. I’ll do it."

They both looked up at him with loving eyes like puppies desperate for their master’s attention, begging to be petted, to be praised, to be chosen.

Seeing this, Mika felt a rush of euphoria straight to his bones.

They had always loved him. They had always done what he asked.

But this was different. This was desperation. This was need. They weren’t just complying—they were craving. Begging. Pleading for his attention, his approval, his affection.

His heart swelled.

This was what he had dreamed of. This was what he had been working toward. Slowly but surely, he was taming them. Making them his.

They were so eager to please him now. So desperate for his approval. It was intoxicating.

He decided to reward them.