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

Chapter 369: I Don’t Have A Sister!

Solaria Beyond Academy was never just a school for human students.

It was a bridge between worlds.

After the war ended, both sides had suffered too deeply to pretend the other didn’t exist.

Humans had lost cities, families, entire generations.

But the otherworldly beings had lost even more: their homes razed, their people conscripted into endless meat-grinder battles, their children raised under the shadow of a tyrant who treated them like disposable weapons.

Nadia understood that early.

The monsters and demons everyone feared weren’t born evil—they were enslaved, broken, and sent to die just like human soldiers.

So when the peace agreement was signed, she didn’t stop at treaties.

She opened the gates.

Interdimensional trade began almost immediately: rare herbs and mana crystals from the other side for advanced machinery and healing serums from this one.

Communication arrays were built.

Scholars crossed over.

Immigrants arrived—some seeking refuge, some seeking opportunity, some simply curious.

And yes—there were riots.

There were protests.

There were humans who saw pointed ears, scaled tails, clawed hands, or fur-covered skin and screamed ’demon.’

But Nadia pushed forward anyway.

She believed coexistence was the only way forward.

And slowly, the fear dulled into neutrality.

As long as the newcomers followed laws, paid taxes, and behaved like civilized people, most humans eventually shrugged and moved on.

Solaria Beyond Academy became one of the clearest symbols of that uneasy peace.

Roughly ten percent of the student body was otherworldly.

You could spot them everywhere: long-eared elves in the archery range, red-tailed devils lounging in the library, horned ogres dominating the strength-training gym, and most visibly the dragon-race students whose obsidian scales caught the light like polished volcanic glass.

So seeing six dragon-girls here wasn’t unusual.

What was unusual was the way they stared at Mika like hunters who had finally scented the one creature they’d been tracking for days.

But even though Maria was surrounded by girls who had mighty strength and could easily tear her apart because of the race they belonged to, she wasn’t bothered at all.

She instead glanced between them and Mika, unimpressed and finally asked,

”Are these also women in your harem, Mika?”

The comment hit like a spark in dry grass. Even the dragons froze, their slit pupils tightening.

Maria sighed dramatically.

”Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. With how many women circle around you these days, part of me thinks you broke their hearts and now they’ve come for revenge.”

”If that’s the case, I’ll stay out of the way and watch you get clobbered.”

Mika tilted his head, clearly entertained. ”I don’t know, Maria.” He said lightly. ”Let’s find out.”

He looked up at the six draconic students and smiled as though greeting old friends.

”Ladies, are you part of my harem? Secretly in love with me, perhaps?”

A few of them blinked, utterly thrown off by his tone.

”Because if you aren’t...” Mika continued cheerfully. ”...I’d like you join since you’re all quite cute. And if you do join, I offer free snacks and hugs. It’s a pretty good deal, really. You shouldn’t miss out.”

Their leader—a sharp-faced dragon-girl with dark hair cut in a bob and small spectacles perched on her nose—stepped forward, tail swishing with irritation.

”Stop joking around, Mika. This isn’t the time.”

Her voice carried command; the other five immediately straightened.

Maria leaned closer to Mika and muttered, ”She definitely sounds like a jealous girlfriend.”

The dragon-girl ignored her.

”We came here because it’s serious.” She said quickly. ”My lady and your sister are about to clash. A duel and if it isn’t stopped, it could spark a full-scale conflict between humans and demi-humans.”

”You have to come. Now.”

Maria blinked, turning to Mika with a look of genuine incredulity.

”Hold up, Mika. You never told me you had a sister. When did this happen? Is she part of your harem too? Is that why you never talked about her to me?”

Meanwhile, Mika’s playful expression finally faded when he heard them talking about his ’sister’.

He sighed, pressing his fingers to his temple as though fighting a growing headache.

”First of all, I don’t have a sister.” He said flatly. ”Whatever she’s talking about, ignore it.”

He then looked up at the dragon-girl—Ursula, if he remembered right and continued.

”Second, I’m not getting in the middle of any fight. If your lady and whoever this supposed sister of mine are that desperate to throw hands, let them. I’m sure they’ll tire themselves out.”

But Ursula’s eyes widened in panic.

”No, you don’t understand! This isn’t like before!” She pleaded, stepping closer. ”If they start, it won’t stop. My lady’s already trying to hold back, but your...sister won’t listen to anyone.”

”And once they clash, both races will take sides. Humans will rally behind her, demi-humans behind my lady. It’ll be chaos.”

Her composure cracked; her voice trembled slightly.

”Please, Mika! You’re the only one either of them will listen to!”

Behind her, the other five dragon-girls bowed their heads, eyes glinting with equal parts worry and desperation.

Their tails drooped low—a gesture of respect among their kind.

Mika sighed deeply as he honestly felt bad for them. They looked like soldiers on the edge of panic, desperate for help.

But still—he protested.

”Come on, you can’t just dump this on me again. Even if I wanted to help, both of them probably don’t want me anywhere near that mess.”

Ursula frowned, but Mika continued before she could interrupt.

”Your lady, for one, doesn’t even like me.” He said, sighing dramatically. ”Every time she sees me, she hisses like a cat that’s about to claw someone’s eyes out. She sticks her tongue out too. Everyone calls her the Great Dragon Princess, but honestly, she’s more of a bratty little kid. Just seeing her makes me want to—”

He snapped his fingers.

”—give her a good spanking. She definitely needs one.”

Ursula groaned softly, averting her gaze. The other dragon girls shuffled awkwardly, looking away as well—clearly not denying it.

Mika shrugged dramatically. ”See? Even you know it’s true.

Then he sighed again and added,

”And as for the girl who’s definitely not my sister, she’ll just get even more agitated if I show up.”

”If I step into that scene, she’ll probably get more emotional, dramatic, swinging her tails around like she’s trying to summon a hurricane and the problem will only escalate.”

”Honestly, me showing up will increase the tension. So it’s better if I just stay out of it and let them handle it.”

But Ursula shook her head stubbornly.

”We tried that, Mika. We really did. But we can’t stop them. They’re already at each other’s throats. And especially your—”

She hesitated, then said carefully.

”—your sister. She looks like she’s ready to draw blood. I don’t know why, but she’s unusually...fierce today. It’s like she’s possessed by rage itself.”

That finally caught Mika’s attention.

He tilted his head. ”Hold up. You mean that my so-called sister—who isn’t my sister, by the way is even angrier and colder than usual?”

Ursula nodded quickly.

He frowned. ”Feistier than before? More violent?”

”Exactly.”

”Did she look like she was on her period or something?”

Hearing this made the women who were sensitive to the matter glare at him slightly, but nonetheless Ursula nodded her head, which made him show a contemplative gaze.

”That’s...strange.”

He rubbed his chin.

”She’s always been intense, but if she’s dialed up to eleven...”

He looked at Ursula again—sharper this time.

”What about her tails? You saw those bushy seven tails of hers, right? How were they moving? Were they all swaying independently like each one had a mind of its own? Or were they moving in perfect sync, all going side to side together?”

Ursula blinked, taken aback by the specificity.

”I...actually don’t know. But—”

One of the other dragon girls—a smaller one with emerald scales and longer, flowing hair raised a tentative hand.

”I...I saw them. After all, they were beautiful, impossible not to look at. And they were definitely swaying side to side. All seven of them.”

”Left to right, left to right. Like...hypnotic. Almost like they were trying to make me dizzy if I stared too long.”

Mika’s entire posture changed.

The lazy amusement vanished.

His shoulders relaxed and a look of quiet understanding settled over his face.

Maria noticed immediately.

She tilted her head, studying him.

”...You just figured something out, didn’t you?”

Mika exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh.

”Yeah. I think I did.”

He looked down at Maria—still comfortably seated in his lap and gave her a small, apologetic smile.

”Maria...I think I’m gonna have to go right now.”

”They actually really do need me.”

Maria frowned as she crossed her arms.

”What about lunch? We were supposed to eat together. I don’t even care about my food—I’m starving for yours.”

Mika waved a hand dismissively.

”Just skip the next class and we’ll eat then. You can even get a head start and start eating my lunch.”

Maria considered it—then shrugged.

”Fine. I don’t like Professor Melanie’s lectures anyway. They’re all theory and no application.”

Then she added with a threatning gaze,

”And you better tell me everything later. Who this sister of yours is, what happened, why she’s picking fights now—because I’m not letting that mystery slide.”

”Fine, fine.” Mika muttered. ”Just...okay, get up—”

But as he said the words, Mika suddenly froze.

A look of intense embarrassment and realization flashed across his face.

Maria noticed immediately before a teasing, mischievous smile spread across her lips, as she knew exactly why he was looking like that.

”I can’t really get up yet, can I? Not in this situation.” She said with a provocative gaze.

The dragon girls looked on, confused.

”What are you talking about?” Ursula asked impatiently. ”Can’t you just get up from his lap right now? I understand you want to be lovely-dovey, but this is a crisis! We need his technical expertise.”

”Please, just let us take him!”

Mika’s face went even redder.

”Hold up, it’s not that simple. Look, it would be better if all of you go away first. I’ll follow behind you in a minute. I promise you, It’ll be much easier that way.”

But Ursula shook her head frantically.

”No—no way. Not happening.”

Another dragon girl stepped forward, tail lashing as she said,

”Last time we turned our backs for two seconds, you disappeared. Vanished like smoke. We’re not making that mistake again.”

Ursula nodded vigorously.

”We’re escorting you properly right now. No detours. No vanishing acts.”

Hearing this, Mika rubbed his forehead, thinking that they caught him in the worst possible position.

”I’m serious. Just...go on ahead.” He finally said with a pleading gaze. ”Maria definitely won’t be able to get up right now. Can you at least give us a couple of seconds to cover up?”

The dragon girls looked at each other—then shook their heads in unison.

”No.” Ursula said firmly. ”We don’t know how you do it, but you’re faster than shadow itself. The moment we look away, you’ll be gone.”

”We’re not taking that risk.”

She took a step closer.

”We’re going to walk you straight to the area where our lady and your...not-sister...are waiting. All of us. Together.”

Mika looked trapped, his expression reaching peak awkwardness.

He looked at Maria, desperate, but to his surprise, she simply turned around and smiled at him.

”It’s alright, Mika.” She whispered, her voice surprisingly tender. ”It’s completely alright. I don’t really mind getting up right now.”

”But Maria...we are...”

Maria pressed one finger gently to his lips.

”Shh. It’s fine.”

She leaned in—voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear.

”I’ve sat on your lap with far worse things inside me. A little audience won’t kill me.”

Maria then straightened her skirt with a casual flick of her fingers, smoothing the fabric over her thighs as though nothing at all unusual was happening.

Then, she began to rise from Mika’s lap to which the dragon girls let out a collective breath of relief.

They had been tense, confused, almost indignant at how stubbornly Mika insisted they look away, how he kept repeating that Maria ’couldn’t get up right now.’

They hadn’t understood why he was being so dramatic about something as simple as standing.

But now finally, she was moving.

The awkward standoff was ending. They could escort him without any more weirdness.

Ursula’s shoulders dropped a fraction.

One of the scaled girls even started to smile nervously, ready to apologize for pushing so hard—

And then Maria lifted fully off his lap.

And everything stopped and their words caught in their throat at the shocking sight right in front of them.

Right beneath where she had been sitting—standing proud, thick, glistening, and unmistakably rock-hard...

...was Mika’s cock.

The moment her body cleared it, the full length sprang free, still wet and shining with her arousal and their combined fluids.

It bobbed once—obscene, proud, monstrous before Mika’s hand shot down in a blur, shoving it back inside his pants with frantic speed.

Fabric rustled. A zipper hissed shut.

But it was far too late.

Every single dragon girl had seen it.