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

Chapter 672: Thick Sausages

The afternoon had begun its slow descent toward evening, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose.

The zoo was quieter now. Families with young children had started heading home, and the remaining visitors moved at a more leisurely pace, savoring the final hours before closing.

In a small café nestled among the exhibits, surrounded by miniature enclosures where tiny pygmy goats and rabbit-sized deer wandered freely, Nadia, Astrid, and Nuri sat together.

They had been having so much fun exploring the zoo that they had completely forgotten to eat lunch.

Now, as the afternoon wore on and their stomachs protested loudly, they had finally settled down for what could only be described as a very late lunch or perhaps an early dinner.

Astrid leaned back in her chair, her seven tails puffed out contentedly behind her. One tail had wrapped itself around Nuri’s waist, a gesture so natural that neither of them seemed to notice it anymore.

Her plate held the remnants of a kiddie meal: chicken nuggets shaped like various zoo animals, a small pile of fries, and a burger that had been demolished down to the last crumb.

Beside her, Nuri was working her way through what could only be described as a carnivore’s dream.

Three massive steaks, each one nearly as large as her head, had been reduced to bones and scraps. A fourth was currently vanishing into her tiny mouth with alarming speed.

“You know.” Astrid said, watching with fond amusement. “For someone so small, you eat like you’re preparing for hibernation.”

“I’m a DWAGON!” Nuri declared through a mouthful of meat. She swallowed with visible effort. “Dragons need lots of protein! Mama says meat makes you strong and mighty!”

“Vegetables are important.” Astrid pointed out.

“Vegetables are for prey animals.” Nuri’s nose wrinkled. “I am a PREDATOR! A magnificent apex PREDATOR!”

She tore another bite from her steak with unnecessary ferocity.

Astrid laughed, then glanced at her mother—and stopped laughing.

Nadia was on her third plate. Or was it her fourth?

The table had become a landscape of empty dishes, and she was still going.

An entire rack of ribs had vanished. A bowl of mashed potatoes large enough to feed a family of four was nearly empty. She was currently dismantling a roasted chicken with the quiet efficiency of someone who had not eaten in weeks.

Nuri had noticed too. Her steak hung forgotten in her hand as she stared at Nadia with round, worshipful eyes.

“Auntie Nadia.” She breathed. “You eat so much! Even I can’t eat that much, and I’m a dragon!”

Nadia paused mid-bite. A faint pink flush crept across her cheeks.

“I’ve…always been like this.” She admitted quietly. “Ever since I was a child. I was small, but I could eat an entire deer that I’d hunted down myself.”

“That’s amazing!” Nuri bounced in her seat. “Mama always tells me the more I eat, the taller and more adult I’ll become! That’s why I eat so much too!”

She took another enormous bite, then tilted her head, studying Nadia’s figure with curious red eyes.

“But that’s strange, Auntie Nadia. You eat so much more than me, but your body is so slender and graceful.”

Her gaze traveled slowly from Nadia’s elegant face down to her generous chest. Then her face split into a knowing grin.

“Ohhh. I get it. All the nutrition goes straight into THESE, doesn’t it?”

Before Nadia could react, Nuri had launched herself across the table and buried her face directly in the Battle Angel’s cleavage.

“NURI!”

“So soft!” Nuri’s voice was muffled. “So squishy! So CUDDLY!”

She motorboated enthusiastically, her horns nearly tangling in Nadia’s braid.

“You’re even bigger than my Mama! And Mama already has really big boobies, but yours are huge! They’re definitely stealing all your nutrition!”

“Nuri, you can’t just—” Nadia’s protest died as the dragon princess snuggled deeper.

“They’re like pillows! Magic pillows! I could sleep here forever!”

Astrid, who had been watching this exchange with her mouth slightly open, unconsciously glanced down at her own chest. It was more than generous, but compared to her mother’s…

‘I still haven’t caught up.’ She thought. ‘Not yet.’

Nuri finally released Nadia and slumped back into her chair, looking down at her own petite frame with disappointment.

“When will I grow up and look like you guys?”

“Don’t worry, Nuri.” Astrid said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “You’re a dragon. Dragons grow differently than humans. You have your shedding, remember?”

Nuri’s expression shifted to something more melancholy.

“That’s what everyone says. But I’ve been waiting for so long.” She poked at her remaining steak. “Nothing happens. I feel like I’m going to stay tiny forever.”

“That’s not true.” Astrid said firmly. “There are records of dragons in the past whose shedding was delayed because they had too much power for their bodies to contain. It just needed more time to mature properly.”

Nuri’s head snapped up. “Really? Mama says that too. But I always thought she was just making me feel better.”

“Mothers don’t lie about things like that.” Nadia said quietly. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “You’re going to be magnificent, Nuri. Just like your mother and father.”

“Just like Mama…” Nuri’s voice was reverent. Then she clicked her tongue in sudden annoyance.

“I don’t care about being like my father, though! I hate him anyway!”

Neither Astrid nor Nadia could argue with that. The Dragon King’s infidelities were an open secret, and his treatment of his daughter had never been particularly warm. But Nuri shook off the darkness quickly, her natural brightness reasserting itself.

“I want to be like Mama!” She declared. “Powerful and mighty and strong and—” She thrust out her tiny chest. “—with BIG BOOBIES!”

“No, no, no.” Astrid grabbed Nuri and pulled her into a hug. “I like you like this! You’re so small and cute and adorable! Like a little pocket dragon!”

“I don’t want to be a pocket dragon!” Nuri squirmed. “I want to be a proper dragon!”

“You have to stay small forever! It’s an order!”

“You can’t order me! I’m a princess!”

“You’re a princess of being tiny and precious!”

Nadia watched them bicker, a rare, genuine smile softening her usually stoic features. This was what she had missed. This warmth. This chaos. This—

“Um, excuse me?”

The three of them turned.

A waitress stood at the edge of their table, looking as though she might faint at any moment. Her hands trembled as she set down a large platter.

“Your…Your lion sausages.” She managed. “I hope they’re…I hope everything is satisfactory.”

Nadia inclined her head. “Thank you. They look wonderful.”

The waitress’s eyes went wide. A Battle Angel. Thanking her. Personally. She stumbled backward, nearly colliding with a potted plant, and fled.

Nadia looked down at the platter.

The sausages were enormous—thick, juicy, glistening with juices, stacked artfully atop one another like a challenge.

The menu called them “Lion Sausages” because, supposedly, only a lion could finish a single portion. They were the café’s signature dish.

They were also—

‘Mika’s penis…’

The thought slid into Nadia’s mind before she could stop it.

The thickness. The length. The way they smelled—that rich, meaty fragrance that made her mouth water for reasons that had nothing to do with hunger.

She imagined biting into one. Imagined the juices bursting across her tongue. Imagined…

‘Stop it.’ She scolded herself. ‘Stop it right now. You’re having a wholesome day with your daughter. This is not the time to think about your son’s—’

But the more she looked at the sausages, the more she couldn’t unsee it. The resemblance was uncanny. Almost deliberate.

‘Did the chef know? Was this some kind of cosmic joke?’

Across the table, Astrid was having an identical crisis.

She had glanced at the platter. And then she had frozen because those sausages looked exactly like—well. Exactly like something she had become very, very familiar with over the past few years.

‘Mika’s…’

Her face heated. She grabbed her water glass and took a long gulp, trying to cool herself down.

This was not the time. This was absolutely not the time. Her mother was right there. Her best friend was right there.

She could not sit here thinking about Mika penis.

But just as both of were about fully push those thoughts away and have a bite—

“Wow!”

Nuri’s cheerful voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“That actually looks like Mika’s penis!”

“PHFFFFT!!!!!!”

“COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!”

Astrid spat her water across the table. Nadia choked on air.

Both of them began coughing violently—hacking, wheezing coughs that had nothing to do with anything in their throats and everything to do with the absolute bomb that had just been dropped in the middle of their wholesome family lunch.

“Nuri!” Astrid finally managed to wheeze, while pounding her chest. “W-What did you just say?!”

“I said they look like Mika’s—”

“I HEARD what you said! How do you even KNOW what—” Astrid leaned forward, her voice dropping to a strangled whisper. “How do you know what Mika’s…his…penis looks like?!”

The moment Nuri heard Astrid’s doubt, Nuri’s face went through a rapid transformation—confusion, dawning horror, until finally a deep, burning crimson that spread from her cheeks to the tips of her horns.

“I…um…that is…” She grabbed Astrid’s nearest tail and began kneading it nervously. “I-I can’t tell you. If I tell you, you’ll hate me. We just became friends again and if you find out what I did with Mika you’ll never want to see me again and—”

“Nuri.” Astrid grabbed her shoulders. “I promise I won’t hate you. This friendship—” She gestured between them. “—I’ve wanted it back for too long to throw it away. Trust me.”

Nuri’s red eyes searched her face. “Really?”

“Really.”

“But…” Nuri glanced at Nadia. “Auntie Nadia is here too. I can’t say these things in front of her.”

Astrid hesitated. She had forgotten her mother was listening. But before she could suggest they discuss it later, Nadia spoke.

“I don’t mind.”

Nadia’s expression was perfectly composed, the diplomatic mask she wore for inter-realm negotiations.

“I’m already aware that you children have your own…activities. You’re all adults. I’m not scandalized by these topics.”

She took a sip of water. “And I admit to being somewhat curious myself about my son’s life.”

Inside, however, Nadia was anything but composed.

‘What did Mika do with Nuri?! When?! How!? Why does my chest feel tight thinking about it?!’

Nuri looked between mother and daughter, both of them staring at her with unwavering intensity.

“Okay.” She said quietly. “I’ll tell you.”

She picked up one of Astrid’s tails and hugged it to her chest like a security blanket.

“The truth is…”

Her voice came out very small.

“I was the one who took Mika’s virginity.”

Silence.

Absolute, deafening silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

Both mother and daughter shouted simultaneously, their voices echoing across the café.

A few remaining patrons looked over in confusion, but quickly looked away when they saw who had made the noise.

Astrid’s face was a mask of shock and disbelief.

“You!?” Astrid was on her feet now. “YOU took his—when?! How?! WHY?!”

Before Nuri could say anything, she continued, her voice rising with each word.

“I mean, I asked how you knew about his penis! One simple question! And you tell me you took his virginity?! How does that even—what—HOW?!”

Nuri buried her face in Astrid’s tail. “It was nine years ago.”

“Nine YEARS?!” Astrid’s voice could probably be heard from space. “You’re telling me that nine years ago—we were just kids!—you—with Mika—”

Nadia was doing calculations in her head. Nine years ago. Mika would have been…and Nuri would have been…

“How.” She asked slowly. “Did this happen?”

Nuri peeked out from behind the tail.

“Well it started with a talk with Mama…”

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