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

Chapter 621: Riddle Me This

“Marcus is the one who facilitates all of it.”

Amanda gestured at Marcus with a flourish.

“Just like he found me, he found others. Dozens of others. People with the same…appetites. The same hunger for something more than the bland, moral existence society forces upon us.”

Marcus picked up the thread, his voice taking on the tone of a proud host describing his estate.

“The Devil’s Playground—that’s what I call it. But my guests have given it another name. They call it the Paradise of Sin.”

He smiled, and there was something almost religious in his expression.

“A haven where the rich and powerful can escape the constant surveillance of the outside world.”

“Where they can do whatever they want, to whomever they want, without consequences. Where they can finally, truly be themselves.”

He walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thick leather-bound volume—not a book, Charlotte realized, but some kind of ledger.

“Dismemberment. Flaying. Psychological torture. Things I don’t even have names for.”

He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the entries with obvious pride.

“Every guest has their own preferences. Their own specialties. Some of them have been coming here for years. Some of them have personally requested certain types of victims—specific ages, specific appearances, specific backgrounds.”

“And I provide…I always provide.”

He closed the ledger with a snap.

“We even hold parties, you see. Grand celebrations where everyone can come together and enjoy themselves. Where they can share their techniques, compare their artistry, admire each other’s work.”

His eyes gleamed. “And we’re planning a very special party soon. For the New Year.”

Amanda nodded eagerly.

“It’s going to be absolutely magnificent! We’ve been preparing for weeks. Selecting the playthings, designing the festivities, curating the guest list.”

“Everyone who’s anyone in our little community will be there. And the variety of toys we’ve assembled…”

She shivered with anticipation.

“Victims from all over the world. Different ages. Different races. Each one carefully chosen to satisfy the particular tastes of our guests.”

Mika felt the world tilt around him.

He had known Marcus was evil. He had known Amanda was evil.

But this—this was something else entirely.

This wasn’t just two deranged individuals acting on their sick desires.

This was an organization.

A network.

An entire underground society of the most powerful and depraved people in existence, all operating with complete impunity in a realm where no one could ever catch them.

“And you’re invited.” Marcus added with a cruel smirk. “Well—invited isn’t quite the right word. You’ve been enrolled. Conscripted. You’re going to be one of the main attractions!”

“Everyone will want a turn with you.” Amanda agreed. “The boy who can’t be broken. The toy that never stops screaming.”

“They’ll line up for the chance to test you. To see if they can succeed where Marcus failed.”

“Some of them are even more creative than I am.”

Marcus admitted, a note of genuine admiration in his voice.

“There’s a Wonder Girl from the Eastern Coalition—SS-class, absolutely brilliant with electricity. She can stimulate nerve endings in ways that make my techniques look amateur.”

“And there’s Black Orchid, a blessed you probably saw on the news from the Northern Territories who specializes in psychological torture. He doesn’t even need to touch you to make you beg for death.”

“He’s going to love you.” Amanda said to Mika. “You’re exactly his type.”

Charlotte made a small, broken sound.

Mika’s expression, however, didn’t change, other then the fact that his eyes had gone dark—darker than before.

Marcus, oblivious to the storm gathering behind Mika’s eyes, turned back to Amanda.

“Is everything ready for the party? All the invitations sent out? All the playthings selected?”

“Of course!” Amanda replied smoothly. “I’ve been planning this for weeks. I’ve personally curated the list of new acquisitions—each one selected to match the specific tastes of our most important guests. You know how particular some of them can be.”

“Indeed.” Marcus nodded. “The Duke of Varnas, for instance. He only likes them young. Very young. It’s almost tedious finding suitable offerings for him.”

“I’ve secured three that should satisfy him. Sourced from the outer provinces where disappearances are less likely to be investigated.”

“And Lady Malfort? She prefers—”

“Musicians. I remember. I found a violinist from the capital. Exceptionally talented! She’ll scream beautifully.”

“Lady Marchetti likes them to fight back, so I’ve found some former soldiers who should provide adequate resistance.”

“And Councilman Thorne—well, you know his preferences. I’ve made sure to accommodate them.”

They continued discussing the logistics of their horrors as if they were planning a dinner party.

The guests they mentioned had their own unique tastes, their own specific depravities. And in this place, in Marcus’s domain, all of these desires could be fulfilled without limit or consequence.

“I think.” Marcus said, glancing back at Mika. “That before the main event, I should let some of our more distinguished guests have private sessions with this boy. As a preview. An appetizer.”

“A wonderful idea. Lord Kravitz has been particularly eager. He’s been sending me messages almost hourly.”

“Kravitz?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “The one who—”

“The same. His methods are…extreme, even by our standards. But I think our resilient little toy here can handle it.”

Amanda smiled at Mika. “Can’t you, darling?”

Mika said nothing.

“It’s such a pity.” Marcus mused, his gaze drifting to Charlotte. “That we still can’t touch the girl. The things our guests would do for a chance to play with a Battle Angel’s daughter.”

“Some of them would trade their entire fortunes.”

“True. Some of them would die for the opportunity.”

Amanda agreed, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Especially the more depraved ones. The ones who’ve exhausted every other pleasure and crave something truly unique.”

“A child of the Battle Angels, especially one as adorable as little Charlotte here would be the ultimate prize.”

She sighed dramatically. “But alas, your gallant protector has seen fit to deny us that pleasure.”

“Perhaps we should auction off the opportunity.” Marcus suggested. “Once we figure out how to extract her from the boy’s domain. Imagine the bidding war.”

“The offers would be astronomical!”

“The favors alone would set us up for decades!”

They were both so caught up in their discussion that they didn’t notice the way Mika’s eyes had become twin voids of absolute, soul-devouring darkness.

“Anyway.” Amanda said, shaking off the unease and turning toward the tray of instruments. “We can discuss the party details later. Right now, I want to have some fun with our guest of honor.”

She picked up a serrated blade and approached Mika’s chair. Her earlier warmth and maternal affection had completely vanished, replaced by something hungry and cruel.

“You know, Mika, I’ve always thought about you.”

“Every time I came to your house to tutor Charlotte, I’d see you there—studying in the library, helping in the kitchen, being so polite and mature despite being just a child.”

She ran the flat of the blade along his cheek, not cutting yet, just…feeling.

“And I’d think to myself—what would it take to break that composure?”

“What would it take to make that calm, collected little boy scream like the child he really is?”

She pressed the blade just hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

“And now I finally get to find out. You and Charlotte, delivered to us at the same time. It’s almost too good to be true.”

She expected a reaction. Fear. Anger. Defiance. Anything.

Instead, Mika just stared at her. His eyes were so dark they seemed to swallow the light.

“Come on now.” Amanda said, poking his cheek with her free hand. “Don’t go silent on me all of a sudden. You were so talkative earlier. You called me a bitch. You can do better than that. Curse me. Threaten me. Give me something to work with.”

Silence.

“The least you can do is give me a reaction.” She pressed. “I’m about to do terrible things to you, Mika. Horrible, unspeakable things. The least you can do is tell me how much you hate me.”

Still nothing. Just that dark, unwavering stare.

Amanda’s playful expression soured. “Fine. If you won’t speak willingly…”

She reached up and pinched his cheek. But this wasn’t the affectionate pinch of a doting adult.

Her nails, sharpened to points.dug deep into his flesh.

Blood welled up around her fingers and dripped down his face. She twisted, and the skin tore with a wet, ripping sound.

“Speak.” She hissed, her face inches from his. “I told you to SPEAK!”

Charlotte snapped out of her frozen state. She lunged forward, her teeth bared, her eyes wild with fury.

She was going to tear Amanda apart. She was going to—

Mika held up his hand.

The gesture was small. But Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks, her momentum arrested by the quiet authority in that simple movement.

She sat back down.

And Mika slowly turned his head to look at Amanda.

The darkness in his eyes was gone. In its place was something almost worse—a small, pleasant smile and an eager glint.

The expression of someone who had just remembered something amusing.

“Amanda.” Mika said, his voice calm and even friendly. “If I remember correctly you have a younger sister, don’t you? A little older than me and Charlotte. About to enter high school, I believe.”

Amanda’s hand froze on his cheek. “What?”

“Her name is Alice, isn’t it?”

The color drained from Amanda’s face. “How do you—”

“I overheard you talking about her once. You were telling Nadia how proud you were of her. How she had just won some academic award.”

“What about it?” Amanda’s voice was guarded now.

“Do you love her?” Mika asked. “Your sister. Do you actually have any affection for her? Or is your psychopathic mind incapable of feeling anything for anyone else in the world?”

Amanda’s eyes flashed with genuine anger.

“Of course I love my sister! She’s not like you—not like the rest of the trash in this world! She’s my blood. My family. I love her more than anyone in this miserable existence!”

The moment the words left her mouth, Mika’s smile transformed.

It didn’t become wider. It didn’t become brighter.

It became something that made Amanda’s blood run cold despite every rational thought telling her she was the one in control here.

“I see.” Mika said gently. “Then when I finally get out of this place, I’m going to find sweet little Alice.”

“And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy myself as I tear the skin from her flesh.”

Amanda shivered at the revelation, while Mika cruelly went on.

“Strip by strip…”

“Layer by layer…”

“I’m going to listen to every scream…”

“Savor every whimper. “

“And I’m going to make sure she knows with her dying breath that she’s suffering because of you.”

“YOU—! YOU BRAT—!”

Amanda took an involuntary step backward. She knew that Mika was helpless. That there was absolutely nothing he could do to her or her sister.

But the way he was looking at her…

It was like staring into the eyes of something that had crawled out of the deepest pit of hell.

Before she could respond, Mika turned his head toward Marcus.

“And you, Marcus. You have an older sister too, don’t you? I watched plenty of your interviews back when I still believed you were someone worth admiring. You mentioned her several times.”

“And…she’s pregnant, isn’t she? Expecting your first niece.”

Marcus stiffened. “What of it? Are you going to threaten her too? It’s pointless, boy. You’re trapped here. You’ll never—”

“Oh no.” Mika shook his head, that terrible smile still on his face. “I’m not going to threaten your sister, Marcus. I have something else in mind. A riddle, actually. I’m wondering if you can solve it.”

Marcus and Amanda exchanged confused glances.

“It’s nothing complicated.” Mika assured him. “Just a simple question. Here it is.”

“Let’s say I’m a big fan of babies. I absolutely adore how cute and adorable they are. But unfortunately, the baby I want to see is still in the mother’s womb. It hasn’t been born yet.”

But…I want to see it so badly. So desperately in fact that I can’t wait another moment.”

He tilted his head innocently.

“What do you think I should do?”

Marcus stared at him in confusion. The question was bizarre, unsettling. But he answered anyway.

“You…take a sonogram. An ultrasound. You get an image of the baby inside the belly. That’s the only way to see it before birth.”

Amanda nodded in agreement. “That’s the obvious answer. Medical imaging. It’s the only way to see a baby before it’s born.”

But Mika shook his head slowly, almost sadly.

“No…That’s not right at all.”

He then leaned forward, and his voice dropped to a whisper that somehow filled the entire room.

“Instead, if you really want to see a baby, you use both of your hands and tear open the mother’s belly.”

Both of your faces went deathly pale. But Mika wasn’t finished.

“You then reach deep inside her womb and you pull the baby out with your own fingers and hold it right before your eyes.”

His smile widened into something demonic.

“That’s the only way to properly see a baby in a belly. Anything else is just a pale imitation.”

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