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

Chapter 674: You Have Another Daughter?!

“And don’t think you’re getting off easy, Astrid.” Mika continued with a chuckle. “Nadia. Did you know that your daughter has body pillows of you?”

“Mika, no—!”

“Multiple body pillows with different expressions. Some where you’re smiling tenderly. Some where you’re scolding her. She wraps them in her tails and hugs them at night. Because she couldn’t have the real thing, so she created substitutes.”

Nadia turned to stare at her daughter in disbelief. Astrid had buried her face in her hands, her ears burning crimson.

“Darling…” Nadia’s voice was barely audible. “You…You missed me that much?”

“I…” Astrid’s voice came out muffled. “You were always so distant in my eyes. And I…I didn’t know how to reach you. So I just…”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.

“But there’s one more thing.” Mika’s voice shifted, becoming almost mischievous. “One final secret that’s going to shatter whatever barrier is left between you two.”

“What…What is it Mika?”

Although Astrid was scared of more embarrassing secrets being revealed, she absolutely didn’t mind it as long as it mended the relationship between her and her mother.

But fortunately for her, it had nothing to do with her and instead it was Nadia who got exposed.

“Nadia. Please show Astrid your beloved ‘Aster.'”

Nadia’s head snapped up.

“No! Mika, no! Wait—how do you even know about that?! I-I never told you or anyone about her, so—”

“Now, Nadia. That’s an order. You’ve kept it hidden long enough.”

“Mika, please. That’s too embarrassing—”

“If you chicken out, I’ll punish you. Thoroughly.”

The line went dead.

The way he said ‘thoroughly’ made Nadia’s face flush in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment about her daughter.

Astrid, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice. But she was still curious about what Mika had said.

“Mom, who’s Aster? Is that…is that a person, cause it sounds like a person’s name. In fact, it kind of sounds like my name. Wait—”

A strange look crossed her face.

“Mom, did you…because I was pushing you away…did you get another daughter?”

The question was meant as a joke and she was expecting her mother to laugh it off, even though her laughs were barley visible.

But Nadia’s expression made it fall flat.

“Actually.” She said quietly. “That’s…close to the truth.”

“WHAT?!” All of Astrid’s tails stood in shock of being replaced.

“No wait—I didn’t get another daughter!” Nadia added quickly. “It’s not what you think. But…” She took a deep breath. “I suppose I have to show you now.”

She stood up. Her expression was resigned but determined like someone who had been hiding something for a very long time and was finally about to let it out.

“Follow me.”

Astrid scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding, her mind racing through possibilities.

Another daughter? No, her mother had said it wasn’t that.

But what else could it be? What was Aster? Why had Mika known about it when she didn’t? Was Nuri in on this?

Astrid didn’t have any answers. So she simply followed her mother in silence, her seven tails trailing behind her like a silver-white cape.

They passed enclosure after enclosure—the pygmy griffins chirping their evening songs, the Ember-Tongue Salamanders glowing softly in the dusk, the Great Azure Zorks settling its massive wings for the night.

Families stopped watching the animals and started watching them instead. Two Battle Angels, mother and daughter, silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight—they were the true attraction now.

But neither of them noticed.

—

At the very edge of the zoo, where the manicured paths gave way to something wilder, Nadia finally stopped.

Here, behind a low wooden fence overgrown with flowering vines, lay a small forest. Real trees, real undergrowth, real earth. The kind of habitat that didn’t feel like an enclosure at all.

And moving through that landscape, chasing each other through curtains of hanging ivy were foxes.

But not ordinary foxes. These were small, delicate creatures with coats of luminous white fur that seemed to shimmer with an inner light.

And behind each one, fanned out like a bridal train or curled up like a sleeping cat, were seven bushy tails.

The Vulpine Foxes.

Astrid knew them well. They were native to the Frostveil Glades, a realm of eternal winter where the snow never melted and the stars burned twice as bright.

Their seven tails, each one tipped with fur so white it seemed to glow served as both insulation against the bitter cold and as a display of health and vitality.

The more lustrous the tails, the stronger the fox. In the wild, they hunted in packs, communicating through a complex series of chirps and tail movements that researchers were still trying to decode.

They were also, without question, Astrid’s favorite animal in any realm.

The reason was simple. She was a fox herself—or close enough to one, with her seven tails and her pointed ears and her instinct to curl up in warm places.

She had always felt a kinship with these creatures, a sense that they were, in some strange way, her people.

And apparently, the feeling was mutual.

The moment Astrid stepped into view, the foxes erupted into a chorus of excited chirps.

“Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!”

“Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!”

They pressed against the glass of their enclosure with their seven tails rising high into the air and waving frantically, a greeting, unmistakably, as though they were saying hello, hello, you’re back, we missed you, hello!

Despite everything, Astrid found herself smiling. She raised her own seven tails and waved them back, a mirror image of the creatures before her.

Then Astrid turned to her mother.

“Mom. Why did you bring me here?” She hesitated, a thought occurring to her. “Wait. Is the zookeeper who takes care of these little ones named Aster? Is that what Mika meant?”

Nadia didn’t answer. She simply looked at her daughter with an of someone standing at the edge of a cliff, preparing to jump.

“Follow me, dear.”

And then, before Astrid could protest, Nadia floated gracefully over the enclosure’s barrier and landed among the foxes.

“Mom!” Astrid’s eyes went wide. She looked around frantically. “Can we do that?! Are we allowed to be in there?! Mom, the rules—”

But the zookeeper standing nearby, a young woman in the zoo’s green uniform didn’t react with alarm.

She simply smiled with a knowing look in her eyes, as though she had seen this exact scene play out many times before. As though she knew something Astrid didn’t.

“Mom, wait!” Astrid scrambled to follow, using her own elemental abilities to manipulate the air and lift herself over the barrier.

The moment her feet touched the ground inside the enclosure, the foxes swarmed her.

“Ah—stop—no, don’t lick me there—that tickles!”

She stumbled backward, laughing despite herself as wet noses pressed against her cheeks and tiny paws scrabbled at her legs.

“Your fur is so soft—okay, okay, I’m petting you—yes, you’re very cute—”

Several nearby families had pulled out their phones, capturing the image of the silver-haired fox-girl surrounded by actual foxes.

It was, objectively, one of the most adorable things that had ever happened in the history of the zoo. Probably in the history of zoos in general.

Eventually, with considerable effort, Astrid managed to extricate herself from the pile of affectionate foxes. She straightened her clothes, wiped fox fur from her face, and fixed the creatures with her best stern expression.

“Sit.”

Miraculously, they sat.

“Stay.”

They stayed.

“Good foxes.”

She turned to find her mother watching her with an expression of such tender pride that it made her heart clench.

“You’ve always been good with them.” Nadia said quietly.

“Mom.” Astrid walked toward her, brushing a twig from her hair. “What’s going on? Why did you bring me here? Who’s Aster?”

Nadia didn’t answer immediately. She turned and began walking deeper into the enclosure, past the open areas where the foxes played and into a thicker section of the small forest.

“Mom. Come on! Tell me already! Where are we going? What are you looking for? Is there something I can’t see?”

Deeper and deeper they went, until the sounds of the zoo faded to a distant murmur.

Finally, Nadia stopped.

She looked around, her crimson eyes scanning the bushes and trees with an intensity that made Astrid’s confusion deepen. And then, in a voice so soft and gentle it barely seemed to belong to the stoic Battle Angel at all, she called out:

“Aster baby, come on out. Mommy’s here!”

Astrid’s jaw dropped. Mommy? Her mother had never called herself “mommy” in her entire life.

Not even when Astrid was small. And she was using it now?

Nadia didn’t seem to notice her daughter’s shock. She crouched down, her braid brushing the forest floor, and called again.

“Please, baby. It’s alright. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

She glanced back at Astrid, and her eyes were full of something that looked almost like tears.

“This is Astrid. My daughter. The one I’ve always told you about. She won’t hurt you. I promise.”

She reached back and gently took hold of one of Astrid’s tails, brushing the silver fur.

“See? She’s just like you. Seven tails. Silver fur. She’s family, Aster. So you can come out now. It’s safe.”

Astrid was about to ask who her mother was talking to when she heard the rustling.

A bush nearby began to shake, leaves quivering as something moved within. And then, slowly, hesitantly, a small figure emerged.

It was a fox!

But not just any fox…this one was special.

Its fur was the purest white Astrid had ever seen, thicker and more luxurious than any of the others. Its eyes were a pale, luminous blue, so light they almost seemed to glow.

It moved with a delicate grace, each step slow, as if it was ready to flee at any moment.

And behind it, trailing across the ground, were seven tails.

But unlike the other foxes, this one didn’t hold its tails up proudly. They hung low, almost dragging against the earth, a sign of submission

The fox glanced at Astrid and it’s body went rigid with fear.

It then bolted straight for Nadia and pressed itself against her legs, rubbing its face against her shins with desperate affection..

“There you are.” Nadia breathed.

She dropped to her knees immediately, gathering the fox into her arms with a tenderness that made Astrid’s chest ache.

“There’s my sweet girl. My precious baby. I know, I know—Mommy took too long today. I’m so sorry for making you wait. I should have come earlier.”

The fox, Aster, chirped back at her.

“Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!”

“I know. I know. I missed you as well.”

“Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!”

“I see. You really did get bigger then the last time I saw you.”

It was almost like a conversation. Aster wrapped all seven of her tails around Nadia’s arm and snuggled into her chest with the complete trust of a creature who knew she was loved.

Astrid stared in wonder.

“Mom.” She said slowly. “This is Aster? A fox?”

Nadia looked up. Her cheeks were faintly pink.

“Yes. This is Aster.”

“Okay.” Astrid nodded. Then shook her head. “No, not okay. I’m confused. You could have just told me that Aster was a fox. Why did you make it so mysterious? And why are you so—” She gestured vaguely at the scene. “—close with her? She’s acting like you’re her actual mother.”

Nadia’s cheeks flushed slightly. It was a rare sight—the stoic Battle Angel, embarrassed.

But she knew this was the moment. The moment to break down the walls she had built, to let her daughter see the truth she had hidden for so long.

She took a breath.

“I don’t know how to say this.” She began. ” But…you know how you have your own replacements for me, right? The body pillows you keep? The ones Mika mentioned?”

Astrid’s face went red.

“I—that’s—I don’t—” She stammered, completely caught off guard. “That was…that was supposed to be private…”

But Nadia just nodded, a gentle smile on her lips.

“I know. But it’s true, isn’t it?”

Astrid looked away, her tails curling self-consciously around her body.

“…Yes. It’s true.”

The admission hung in the air between them. And then Nadia said something that changed everything.

“Well, then. I suppose it’s fair to say…” She looked down at the fox in her arms, her expression soft.

“Aster here is my replacement for you.”

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