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

Chapter 500: A Peach In Each Hand

Still holding both women close, he let his hands wander.

He pulled Nadia’s dress up.

His hand slid underneath the fabric and gripped her bare ass cheek.

"Hmmm—!" She jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

His fingers caressed, squeezed, kneaded the firm flesh, sending jolts of pain mixed with forbidden pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

At the same time, his left hand slid under Fauna’s dress, hiking up the fabric, his palm pressing against her bare ass cheek.

He squeezed firmly, and she bit her lip hard to keep from moaning. His finger found the edge of her underwear and slipped past it, pressing against her tight anus, beginning to circle and probe.

Both women went weak.

Nadia, who moments ago had been holding Mika aloft, now found herself being held up by him.

Fauna slumped against his side, her thighs pressed together, her body trembling.

"Mika." Fauna whispered, her voice breathless. "Stop...don’t. Nadia’s right here..."

Nadia, too lost in her own sensations to notice her sister’s flushed face, leaned close to Mika’s ear.

"Stop it, please...don’t do this right now. Fauna will find out..."

Mika ignored them both.

He began descending toward the ground, while his hands continuing their forbidden work.

To distract them and to maintain appearances, he started talking.

"Remember when we used to fly like this all the time? Back in the old days?"

Fauna forced herself to respond, her voice shaky.

"Y-Yeah...I remember...you were always so small then...light as a feather..."

Nadia nodded, her words coming in short gasps.

"We would take turns...carrying you around the skies...racing each other..."

Fauna managed a small laugh, though it came out strained.

"I always won...remember? I was faster...than Nadia..."

Nadia’s voice rose slightly.

"That’s not true...I was faster...remember that time over the mountains? You...you couldn’t keep up..."

Their bickering continued, but neither noticed the other’s flushed cheeks or trembling body.

They were too distracted by their own private torment and the secret thrill that came with it.

Mika continued his descent, his hands still roaming, his fingers still probing.

He was thoroughly satisfied.

Here he was, having his way with both his mothers at once—right here in the open, with the city celebrating below.

They thought they were hiding it, thought he was being sneaky. And he was.

But he knew that one day soon, he wouldn’t have to be sneaky anymore. One day soon, they would accept everything.

They would stop fighting their desires and his.

That was the future he looked forward to.

For now, he enjoyed the present.

—

Nadia, Mika, and Fauna descended from the sky, and the moment the people below spotted them, they surged forward like a tidal wave.

Cheers erupted from every corner of the hospital grounds, voices rising in a cacophony of gratitude and relief.

"Thank you for saving us, Lady Nadia!"

"You’re heroes! All of you!"

"Lady Nadia! Lady Fauna! Please, look this way!"

They waved their arms, reached out desperately, hoping for a handshake, a hug, even just a glimpse up close of the legendary Battle Angels who had just averted total disaster.

The crowd pressed forward, a sea of faces shining with admiration and awe.

But then they stopped.

An invisible pressure bore down on them, an impenetrable wall of force that made the air itself feel thick and heavy.

Some stumbled back, gasping for breath. Others clutched their chests, confused and overwhelmed.

A few tried to push through, but their bodies simply wouldn’t cooperate.

"What’s going on?" A man muttered, rubbing his temples. "It’s like...I can’t move forward."

A woman nodded nearby. "Yeah, feels heavy. Like the gravity’s all wrong."

This wasn’t purposeful on Nadia’s or Fauna’s part—at least, not consciously.

With how shy and flustered they both felt right now, their auras were leaking out uncontrollably, forming a protective bubble around the trio.

Their faces were flushed, their bodies trembling, their thoughts chaotic. No one could see any of it.

The crowd could only watch from a distance, murmuring in awe and a touch of fear, assuming it was some lingering effect from the bomb disposal or the angels’ immense power.

Nadia’s mind was a storm.

Something was definitely wrong here.

At least at the beginning, Mika had been sneaky. He had hidden his actions, made excuses, played everything off as innocent pranks or games.

He had given her plausible deniability, allowed her to pretend that nothing strange was happening between them.

But now?

Now he was being brazen. Kissing her deeply in mid-air, groping her ass, fingering her most intimate spots while Fauna was right there, playing with her body like it was a toy meant for his amusement.

He wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.

It was as if he was telling her outright: I don’t give a shit. I can do whatever I want to you.

And the worst part—the most shameful part was that she wasn’t pushing him away.

One, because of the circumstances. She couldn’t make a scene here, not with the entire city watching and celebrating.

Two and this was the part that made her stomach twist with guilt because deep down, she was succumbing.

The forbidden pleasure made her body betray her, lighting her up in ways she couldn’t ignore.

It filled her with shame, a burning embarrassment at her own weakness.

How could she, Lady Nadia, the calm and powerful Battle Angel, let her own son toy with her like this?

But nonetheless, she knew she had to have a talk with him. She would definitely bring him back home today, sit him down, and demand answers.

What’s going on?

Why are you doing all these naughty things to me?

This was no longer a simple prank. It was something else entirely. He was grooming her, seducing her step by step, turning their mother-son bond into something twisted and intimate.

She had to stop it before it went further...Didn’t she?

Little did she know that Mika already had plans for that conversation—plans that would completely twist the scenario around, making it impossible for her to deny anything he did in the future.

Fauna, meanwhile, was having her own thoughts.

Much simpler. Much more lewd.

After getting fingered by Mika, after having her ass played with, after feeling his hand slip toward her pussy and make her wet, she was filled with nothing but thoughts of having him devour her.

Ever since she had discovered what lust was with Mika, she had become like a cat in heat. Her innocence, once pristine, was completely tainted.

She had become a lewd woman, and she didn’t even care. She just wanted to drag him into some empty hospital room and make love to him right then and there.

’Later.’ She thought, her thighs pressing together. ’Later, I’ll have him. All to myself.’

But while both women were lost in their own desires, Mika’s thoughts had turned to more pressing matters.

The cult.

He had honestly not wanted to deal with them. Matters of security and counter-terrorism were usually left to his family to handle.

But the scale of this attack had gone far beyond anything he had anticipated.

They had built bombs of a scale never seen before, snuck them into the capital without detection, turned an entire building into an explosive device.

They had resources, connections, spies within the very organizations that ruled humanity.

This wasn’t a small problem anymore. It was a cancer, and it had spread far deeper than he had anticipated.

Today, he had saved the capital. But tomorrow, they could create something even bigger. And the day after that, something worse. He needed to root out the entire organization completely, permanently.

He could do it. But it would be a headache.

He would have to search through every person of interest, track every connection, unravel every thread.

It wouldn’t take long, a few days. But even that was a pain in the ass.

He would much rather spend his time with his loved ones, not doing unnecessary work that strained his mind.

But he couldn’t leave it to others. He didn’t trust their competency to clean this up properly. The cult had proven too clever, too well-hidden.

He looked up at the sky with a wry smile.

’It would be nice if the Gods just handed me a list of names.’ He thought. ’Everyone who needs to be eliminated. Simple, clean, easy.’

But Gods didn’t work that way, if they existed at all.

...Which was precisely why what happened next seemed impossible.

A portal materialized in the air above him.

It was small, no larger than a human head.

The color was unlike anything found in nature: a shimmering fusion of gold and violet, the hues shifting and bleeding into one another like liquid light.

But small as it was, it immediately drew the attention of all three of them.

And Fauna and Nadia...went pale.

They didn’t even dare to look directly at it. Instead, they stared at the ground, their bodies stiff, their hands clenched at their sides.

It was an absolutely shocking sight.

Two of the most powerful women in the world, women who could destroy entire realms if they wished reduced to fearful children by the mere presence of that portal.

They glanced at each other nervously, both thinking the same thing:

’What is she doing here?!’

Mika was also panicking at the moment.

He had no idea why she had appeared.

Normally, she stayed out of these matters, insisting that her sisters handle the ’petty affairs of mortals’ while she pursued her own mysterious goals.

She didn’t involve herself in politics or terrorism or bombings.

But here she was. Or, at least, part of her was.

And she was literally the last person Mika wanted to see right now.

After all, if there was anyone who could expose all of his plans, his manipulations, unravel his schemes, and make him genuinely wary...

...it was her.

She was unpredictable in ways that made his usual methods useless.

Her blessing made her nearly impossible to deceive.

But just as all three of them were sweating bullets—the portal rippled.

Then, out of nowhere, a beautiful hand emerged.

Beautiful was an understatement.

Slender fingers, pale white skin that seemed almost translucent, like glass lit from within.

A healthy amount of flesh on the palm, elegant and refined.

Just by looking at the hand alone, one could imagine the person behind it.

An unimaginably beautiful figure, someone who could make angels weep with envy.

But Nadia and Fauna weren’t admiring.

They became even more scared. Fauna was trembling visibly.

The hand then, perceptive and amused, turned its attention toward Fauna.

Then, with a deliberate gesture, it curved one elegant finger, a beckoning motion—come here.

And Fauna obeyed.

She had no choice. There was no resistance in her, no hesitation.

Like a puppet responding to invisible strings, Fauna moved forward slowly, each step measured and reluctant.

When she was close enough, the hand loomed over her face—then pinched her chubby cheeks and pulled.

Left cheek. Right cheek. Left again. Right again.

The hand pulled her cheeks like she was a child, stretching the soft flesh, playing with it like a toy.

Fauna blushed furiously but didn’t pull away. She just let it happen, completely used to this treatment.

When the hand was satisfied, it released her cheeks and pointed toward Nadia.

Nadia jerked in surprise.

The hand hooked its finger, gesturing again, and Nadia floated over just as obediently as Fauna had.

She offered her own face to the hand, and it immediately began patting her head, ruffling her hair, messing up her carefully styled locks.

Nadia didn’t care that her carefully styled hair was being ruined. She couldn’t help but blush slightly at being coddled like this.

Finally, the hand released her. Nadia and Fauna stepped back, standing obediently on the side like scolded children.

Neither of them showed any resistance. Neither of them spoke.

Because the person behind that hand wasn’t someone they could mess with.

She was the oldest of the five Battle Angels.

Their older sister.

The Maiden of Fate and Fortune.