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

Chapter 694: Secret Plan

Pasha turned, clearly about to charge out of the wing-cocoon and tear into her sisters—

“Pasha…Calm down.”

Mika’s voice cut through her fury like a fork through butter.

Pasha froze mid-stride. Her aura flickered.

“B-But Mika—”

“Pasha.” His gaze was level. Unyielding. “I told you to calm down, didn’t I?”

And like a puppy caught misbehaving in front of its master, Pasha immediately dropped to all fours, bowing her head low to the ground beside him.

But even bowed, even obedient, she couldn’t stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks.

“It’s not fair.” She whispered. “Pasha was working so, so hard to save the world. And Pasha’s sisters were…were…doing THAT! And Pasha wants to do that too. Pasha has wanted to do that for so, so long.”

She turned her back towards him, presenting her bare, glistening pussy.

“Look. Look how wet Pasha is. Pasha gets like this every time she thinks about Mika. Every time! Pasha’s pussy has been aching and aching and Mika was giving that special thing to everyone except Pasha.”

She spread herself open with her fingers, showing him the pink, glistening flesh within.

“And you you know…sometimes.” She whispered. “When Pasha was very, very lonely…Pasha’s pussy would talk to Pasha.”

Mika’s brain short-circuited. “Your…your pussy would talk to you?”

“Yes.” Pasha nodded solemnly. “It would whisper things. It would say, ‘Pasha, you need Mika’s massive penis inside you.’ ‘Pasha, you need Mika to put a baby in you.’ ‘Pasha, you need to go find Mika right now and make him yours, yours, yours.'”

She shook her head.

“And Pasha would argue back. Pasha would say, ‘No, Pasha’s pussy, Pasha has to be a good puppy. Pasha has to wait until Mika is ready.’ But Pasha’s pussy would keep whispering. Every night. Every single night.”

Mika stared at her in dismay, unable to find the words to express what he was feeling now.

“Pasha.” He finally said slowly. “You’re telling me that you’ve been having arguments with your own vagina.”

“It’s very persuasive.” Pasha said mournfully. “Pasha’s pussy makes very good points.”

Mika stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

Then, despite everything, he started to smile. Because Pasha, in all her ridiculous, animalistic, earnest absurdity, was Pasha. There was no one else in the world like her, and he’d have it no other way.

“But Pasha held back.” She continued. “Pasha was a good puppy. Pasha waited and waited. And Mika…Mika didn’t wait. Mika did it with everyone except Pasha.”

Her voice dropped to a pitiful whimper as she sadly muttered,

“The whole world is against Pasha. Pasha is just a little puppy. A little puppy left out in the rain. No one cares about Pasha. Pasha is all alone.”

And then, before Mika could say anything, she crawled to the side, curled herself into a tight, sad ball, and began to sing.

The lullaby was simple and utterly heart-wrenching:

“Little Pasha, all alone.”

“No one calls her on the phone.”

“Sisters went and had their fun.”

“Left poor Pasha in the sun.”

“Pasha’s eyes are wet with tears.”

“No one’s here to dry her fears.”

“Pasha’s only got herself.”

“Pasha doesn’t need no help!”

“La la la, la la la.”

“No one cares about Pasha…”

She was crying now, real tears sliding down her cheeks as she hugged her own tail, and the sight was equal parts pitiful, absurd, and genuinely moving.

Mika ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath.

The truth was, he was immensely grateful for the training he had given all the sisters from a young age.

Years ago, he had drilled into them that they must never fight each other. That jealousy between them could not be allowed to erupt into conflict.

That the consequences would be catastrophic.

If he hadn’t done that training, Pasha would not be curled up singing a sad lullaby right now.

She would have burst through that dragon-wing wall and attacked her sisters on the spot.

Her animalistic instincts would have taken over completely, and what happened next would have been a war between four SSS-Class Blessed that could have leveled the city.

So yes. The training had worked. Pasha was sad instead of homicidal. A definite improvement.

But still. Seeing the most cheerful, most energetic, most relentlessly optimistic member of the family reduced to a huddled ball of misery was not something Mika could tolerate for long.

But he knew exactly how to handle the family puppy.

“Pasha.” He called, his voice shifting to something warm and coaxing. “Come here, girl. Come on. Come to Mika.”

Pasha’s ear twitched. But she didn’t move.

“Pasha, sweetie. My favorite puppy! My best girl! Come on! Come over here!”

Her tail, still wrapped around her, gave a tiny, involuntary wag. But still she held strong.

“Who’s the best puppy in all the worlds? Huh? Who’s the most beautiful, most powerful, most amazing monster-queen?! Who’s Mika’s special girl?!”

“Come on. Come here. Mika wants to give you something!”

Pasha’s tail was wagging properly now, thumping against the ground. Her ears had perked up halfway. But her head was still buried in her arms.

“Pasha doesn’t care.” She mumbled. “Pasha is angry at Mika!”

“Are you sure? Because Mika has something really, really special…”

He smiled and pulled a long, thick object out of a small portal he summoned beside him.

“Something Pasha has wanted for a very, very long time.”

Pasha’s eye went wide and her head snapped up.

“Is that—is that—IS THAT—?!”

Mika held aloft a massive bone, almost as long as his own arm, thick as his thigh, gleaming with a pearlescent sheen. He gave it a small, casual toss from one hand to the other.

“Exactly what you think it is, Pasha. A femur bone of a Thunder-Crested Behemoth.”

Pasha gasped.

“You know the species, right? Massive, extinct as hell, famous for one thing—their bones. Even ancient, the marrow inside stays sweet and rich. It’s used in the most expensive soups in the world, and it’s been hunted to nothing.”

“What’s left doesn’t even reach the market anymore—it gets sold underground at ridiculous prices to people who’d kill for a taste.”

Pasha was already drooling. A thin strand of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the stone below.

“Recently, on an expedition, I managed to find this one.” Mika gave it another toss, enjoying the way her eyes followed it like a hawk tracking prey. “And do you know what I thought, Pasha? I thought—Pasha would love this. Because Pasha loves chewing on bones more than anything in the world. So I kept it. I reserved it, just for you.”

“You…” Her voice cracked. “You knew Pasha would like it, Mika? You saved it…just for Pasha?”

“Of course, Pasha.” His voice was warm, adoring. “Just like you think about me all the time, I think about you too. That’s why this bone has your name on it.”

“So, come on, puppy.” He beckoned her with a curl of his fingers. “It’s yours. It’s been waiting for you.”

Pasha was trembling—pure temptation warring with her wounded pride. She wanted it. She wanted it so badly her entire body ached!

But she held firm, gritting her teeth. “N-No! Pasha won’t be bribed! Pasha is strong! Pasha is—!”

“Oh well.” Mika frowned. “I guess Pasha doesn’t want it after all.”

He made a show of sighing, and raised the bone as if to throw it away through the gap in the dragon’s wing barrier.

“I suppose I’ll just have to—”

“NOOOO!” Pasha scrambled forward, her paws skidding on the stone. “No, no, no! Don’t throw it! Pasha wants it! Pasha wants it!”

She snatched the bone from his hands with the speed of a striking serpent and immediately hugged it to her chest. Her nose pressed against the ancient surface, sniffing frantically.

“It smells so good! Pasha can smell the minerals. Pasha can smell the age. Pasha can smell—” She bit down. Her jaw clamped onto the bone with a satisfying crunch, and her eyes rolled back in bliss.

“Mmmmph. Mmmmmmph. MMMMMMMMMPH.” Her tail was a blur of motion. “Mmph mmm mph mmph mph MMPH?”

“I’m going to assume that means ‘this is the most delicious thing Pasha has ever tasted,'” Mika said.

“MMPH!” Vigorous nodding.

“I’m glad.”

It was a ridiculous sight. A massive, powerful, Amazonian wolf-goddess, tall enough to tower over most men, curled up on the ground chewing a bone twice the size of her head with the blissed-out expression of a golden retriever.

But Mika had seen this many times before. He simply sat back and watched, a fond smile on his face.

After a long, happy minute of chewing, Pasha froze. Very slowly, she turned to look at him, partway through a bite, a piece of marrow dripping from her chin.

“…Pasha just realized.” She said slowly. “That Pasha has been tricked.”

She yanked the bone behind her back, clutching it protectively, her eyes fierce.

“Bribes like this will not work, Mika! Pasha is NOT stupid! Pasha will NOT forget this matter just because Mika gave Pasha a massive bone!”

She held it tighter. “And Pasha is also not giving the bone back! It’s Pasha’s now! Pasha will BITE Mika if Mika tries to take it!”

“I’m not trying to take the bone back, Pasha.” Mika held up both hands in surrender. “The bone is yours forever.”

Pasha’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Forever?”

“Forever.”

“Pasha can sleep with it? And take it on missions? And show it to other puppies?”

“You can do whatever you want with it. I only wanted a chance to tell you the truth about everything.”

Pasha squinted at him suspiciously. Then she glanced at the bone. Then, with a heavy sigh, she settled onto her haunches, the bone still clutched in her arms.

“Fine! Pasha will listen. But only because Pasha is a very forgiving puppy and has humility and grace that Pasha’s sisters lack.” She cracked one eye open. “Speak. Pasha is listening.”

Mika took a breath. He stepped closer and looked up at her—way up, because even sitting on her haunches, Pasha was nearly at his eye level.

“First of all.” He said quietly. “I want to apologize.”

Pasha’s ears twitched.

“I never wanted to hurt you like this.” He said, his tone heartfelt and heavy. “I wasn’t trying to give the others more affection than you. You know I would never do that. You know I love you, Pasha.”

Pasha nodded unconsciously. She did know. That was the only reason she wasn’t already rampaging through the city.

“But the truth is—I had no choice but to leave you aside for now. To move forward with them first.”

Pasha tilted her head. “Had to? What does Mika mean, ‘had to’?” Her eyes narrowed. “Did Pasha’s sisters threaten Mika? Did they force Mika into—”

“No, no, no.” Mika held up his hands. “Nothing like that. Your sisters didn’t threaten me. They didn’t force me into anything.”

He paused, his voice dropping to something conspiratorial.

“The truth is…I have a secret plan.”

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