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

Chapter 509: From Videos To Reality

Nadia emerged from the portal and immediately shook her head in dismay at the sight before her.

Fauna and Yelena were still at it.

Fauna would poke and prod, say something innocent-yet-provoking, and Yelena, who should have known better by now would fall for it every single time.

They were chasing each other around the garden like children, their earlier exhaustion forgotten in the heat of their perpetual sibling rivalry.

But the moment they saw Nadia step out with a floating constellation of sleeping children behind her, both of them stopped mid-stride.

Yelena’s face flooded with relief.

She had separated the children specifically to protect them, knowing how Mika could be.

She had been afraid that he might decide the only way to be sure was to cut off the problem at its root.

But the children were alive. Asleep, yes, but alive and unharmed.

She hurried over to help.

Fauna’s playful demeanor also vanished instantly.

The moment her eyes landed on the children, her doctor’s instincts took over. She rushed to Nadia’s side, checking pulses, examining pupils, making sure no one was hurt.

Her earlier bickering with Yelena was forgotten completely.

For the next hour, the three sisters worked in seamless coordination.

Yelena coordinated the portal transportation to the Sanctuary, where the second oldest daughter in the family was waiting.

Fauna performed medical checks.

Nadia handled logistics.

Within a remarkably short time, every single child had been transported to the Sanctuary, a special facility founded by Mika’s true mother, dedicated to children displaced by war, tragedy, or circumstances beyond their control.

Later, Nadia stood before the media and delivered a brief speech.

"The situation is under control. There is nothing to fear."

Just a few words. That was all it took.

The world exhaled. The panic subsided. The stock market stabilized.

People went back to their daily lives, reassured that their Battle Angels had everything handled.

That was the power of the Battle Angels. A few words from them could calm a planet.

Now, finally, the chaos was over.

The bomb squads had packed up and left. The last of the officials had been escorted away.

The only people left in the hospital garden were the three sisters—Yelena, Fauna, and Nadia.

Yelena stretched her arms above her head, groaning as her joints popped.

"I was supposed to be peacefully reading a book today."

She said, her voice dripping with exhaustion.

"One of Mika’s recommendations. I was really looking forward to it. I had an entire spread of snacks prepared—cheese, crackers, grapes, the whole thing."

She let her arms fall.

"But no. Instead, I ended up here, dealing with cultists and bombs and a city on the verge of annihilation." She sighed dramatically. "I swear, I’ll never get a break, even after retirement."

But then she smiled—a small, anticipatory smile.

"Still, when Mika comes back with me today, I’ll let him give me a full-body massage to work out these aching muscles. That boy really knows how to give the best massages in the world!"

She said it with such anticipation, such eagerness, that Fauna’s cute little face immediately jerked up in surprise and irritation.

"What are you talking about, Yelena!? Why are you acting like he’s going back to your house!?"

Yelena’s eyes narrowed, while Fauna pressed on, a smug smile spreading across her face.

"You won’t be able to do anything with Mika since he’s coming back to my house today! And I’m going to have him cook a wonderful meal for me!"

She patted her stomach as she added,

"I completely skipped lunch because of all this. I’m starving. And Mika’s cooking is the best—he’s going to make me a spread so delicious I’ll probably cry."

Hearing that Fauna wanted to steal Mika away, Yelena stepped forward, fire in her eyes.

"If you’re so hungry, go to the cafeteria. Why do you need to drag Mika into it?!"

Fauna took offense immediately.

"I could say the same to you! If you want a massage, go to a massage parlor! Or ask one of Charlotte to do it!"

"Why do you need to drag Mika all the way to your house just to make him do menial tasks?"

Yelena’s expression darkened.

"That is none of your business, Fauna. He’s my son. If I want him to give me a massage, he’s going to give me a massage. He doesn’t have a choice."

Fauna pressed her chest against Yelena’s—though given the significant height difference, it was more like pressing her face against Yelena’s collarbone.

"It’s the same here! If Mika wants to spoil his mother with a delicious lunch, there’s nothing you can do to stop him. Mika is coming home with me today!"

She also quickly added with a short,

"Not to mention, he’s already spending more than enough time at your place! You get to keep him there all the time!"

"You don’t get to speak about spending time with Mika!"

Yelena shot back, her voice rising.

"Every single day, he goes over to visit you. He eats plenty of food there too—every time he comes back, he says he’s completely full and isn’t hungry at all."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"What exactly are you cooking for him anyway? Your cooking skills aren’t even good. But for some reason, he’s always satisfied with whatever you’re making. Always full."

Fauna’s face turned beet red.

Because the truth was, whenever Mika came over, he didn’t eat her cooking.

He feasted on her breast milk, sucking her breasts until his mouth was full.

And it wasn’t just her breast milk—he would spread her legs, bury his face between them, and drink up all her squirt and love juice like an animal.

But there was no way she could say any of that.

So she deflected.

"W-What about you, Yelena? Every single time Mika comes over, there’s your stench all over him, as if you’re rubbing yourself against him like an animal just to mark him with your scent."

Now it was Yelena’s turn to blush.

Fauna pressed her advantage.

"If that wasn’t enough, Mika also always looks so tired whenever he comes over from your house. He wants to rest and sit down for a while before he can do anything with me."

She puffed up her cute cheeks indignantly as she asked,

"What exactly are you doing over there? Are you bullying Mika? Making him work all over the house?"

She planted her hands on her hips.

"Are you keeping him as a housekeeper? Is that why he’s always exhausted? Tell me Yelena! Is that why?!"

Yelena’s blush deepened even further.

Because the truth was, Mika was definitely working in her house—but not on the house itself.

He was working on her.

After Yelena had discovered the pleasures of being ravaged by Mika’s cock, she had turned into a complete sex addict.

Whenever they were together—cooking, gardening, even reading a book—she couldn’t control herself.

She’d start rubbing against him like a cat in heat, begging for his cock. And Mika would oblige, of course.

They’d fuck like animals for hours, unable to keep their hands off each other.

And they didn’t even stop when Charlotte was there.

In fact, having Charlotte join in only made things more exciting. They’d have wild threesomes—Mika taking turns fucking each of them, ravishing them with his love until they couldn’t walk straight.

The reason Mika looked pale wasn’t exhaustion from chores. It was because Yelena and Charlotte were sucking him dry.

But she couldn’t say that either.

So they kept bickering, voices rising, faces flushed, neither willing to back down.

"He’s coming home with me!"

"No, he’s coming home with me!"

"He practically lives at your place already!"

"You get to see him plenty! He visits you all the time!"

"Only because he’s forced to!"

"He’s not forced to do anything!"

Around and around they went, their voices rising, their faces inches apart, neither willing to back down.

Nadia watched them bicker, her own irritation growing with every passing second.

After all, today was supposed to be her day with Mika.

She had planned to ask Mika so many questions—about his actions, his intentions, everything he had done to her.

And more than that, she didn’t like the fact that her sisters were completely ignoring her, acting as if she wasn’t even part of the equation. Fighting over Mika like he was a prize to be won.

She was about to step forward and assert herself when something occurred to her.

"Wait..." She said sharply.

Both sisters stopped arguing and turned to look at her.

"Where exactly is Mika in the first place?"

Both Fauna and Yelena froze mid-insult.

They looked at each other. Then at the empty garden. Then at each other again.

"I...don’t know." Yelena admitted, scratching her head. "I didn’t see him come out of the portal."

Fauna shook her head. "Me neither. I was too busy fighting with her to notice."

They exchanged worried glances.

"Do you think he went home?" Yelena asked, a hint of concern in her voice. "Maybe he saw us fighting and got tired of it. Just went back to his place."

Fauna’s face crumpled. "No! Mika, no! That’s horrible! I had so many plans with him!"

But Nadia shook her head.

"No. I still feel his presence. He’s in the hospital."

The other two blinked. Then they felt it too, a faint pulse of familiar energy, coming from somewhere inside the abandoned building.

They didn’t hesitate. All three of them rushed toward the hospital.

The building was empty. All the patients had been evacuated hours ago.

Their footsteps echoed through the silent corridors as they climbed higher and higher, following the trail of Mika’s energy to the top floor.

They reached a long hallway. The doors on either side were closed, the rooms dark and empty.

All except one that had it’s lights on.

Yelena folded her arms. "What is he doing in there?"

Fauna tilted her head. "Maybe he was tired and wanted to take a nap?"

Nadia frowned. "Why do I sense someone else in there with him?"

The three sisters exchanged uneasy glances. An ominous feeling settled over them.

Yelena stepped forward. "Well, we won’t find out without opening the door."

She pushed the door open.

And what they saw inside turned all three of them into statues of pure, frozen shock.

Even Nadia’s usually unshakable composure crumbling into a flustered mess.

Mika wasn’t resting.

Mika was doing the opposite of resting—vigorous, brutal, impossible-to-mistake activity.

He was on the hospital bed, fully engaged in fucking Cecilia.

Yes, as shocking as it was, that was exactly what was going on.

Cecilia was completely naked, her slender body and ample breasts on full display.

The proud, stubborn doctor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was bent over on the bed, ass raised, a flustered expression on her face as Mika rammed her from behind, driving his cock deep inside her while she moaned shamelessly.

"Fuck, Cecilia, your pussy’s gripping me so tight!" Mika growled, slamming into her harder.

His hips slapped against her ass with wet, rhythmic smacks before he reached around, pinching her hard nipples roughly between his fingers and twisting them just enough to make her gasp.

"Ah! Yes, Mika, harder! Pinch them—make it hurt!"

Cecilia cried out, pushing back against him, her body trembling with need.

"Your cock is stretching me so perfectly. Fuck me like the slut I am for you!"

Mika grinned, yanking her hair back to arch her spine as he pounded her relentlessly. His free hand came down on her ass cheek with a sharp slap, leaving a red mark.

"That’s right, Doctor. Beg for it. You love being my little fucktoy, don’t you? That tight little hole just milking my dick."

"Yes! God, yes! I’m your fucktoy—use me, fill me up!"

Cecilia moaned, her walls clenching around him as she rocked back, chasing every brutal thrust.

She loved the roughness—the way he manhandled her, pinching and pulling her nipples until they throbbed.

He kept up the punishing pace, railing her deep and fast, their bodies slick with sweat.

Meanwhile, watching from the doorway, the three Battle Angels were utterly paralyzed.

None of them, not one, had expected to witness their son railing Cecilia with such feral intensity.

The raw, obscene heat of it slapped into them like a physical force.

For Nadia, the shock ran deepest.

Yelena and Fauna had at least some firsthand experience with Mika’s appetite.

But Nadia had only ever seen it secondhand before—videos, photographs, blurry evidence of him bedding other women.

So, to see the real thing, right in front of her, that massive, intimidating length of his pushing into another woman’s body, the sounds, the musk, the unapologetic carnality—it short-circuited her mind completely.

She could only stare, mouth slightly open, face a shade of crimson that would have humiliated her if she’d had any room left for self-consciousness.