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

Chapter 467: Not Just The Daughter, But The Wife As Well?!

Mika was genuinely surprised for a moment.

After all, Nadia was extremely smart. She knew every political trick, every verbal trap, and she never fell into them.

She stayed wary of her surroundings at all times, always three steps ahead. Yet here she was, walking straight into this one without hesitation.

It made perfect sense, though—when it came to him, she put up no guards at all. She trusted him with her whole heart, completely and unconditionally.

That trust worked entirely in his favor.

Seeing her look up at him like a little child waiting for a bedtime story, eyes wide and eager, Mika smiled and pulled her even closer against his chest.

His arm wrapped securely around her waist as he began, voice low and steady.

”The reason I slept with so many girls in the past was, of course, because of the difficult things I was going through at that time.”

”I genuinely wasn’t actively pursuing any of them. They came after me.”

”Okay, Mika, fine, fine.” Nadia nodded quickly, a tiny, exasperated smile tugging at her lips. ”If I were another man right now, I would definitely want to beat you up.”

”What I’m trying to say is, there was no real intention behind any of it. I wasn’t trying to achieve anything.”

”I was just...having fun. Wasting time. Escaping.”

He paused like he was considering it before saying,

”It’s not like I was trying to sleep with the daughters of all those officials just to get back at them for the way they treated you.”

Nadia nodded, a trusting look in her eyes. ”Of course not. You wouldn’t do something so petty.”

Mika held up a finger. ”I wouldn’t.”

Her expression relaxed.

”...But I can’t say the same about their wives.”

Her body went cold.

She felt a horrible, dreadful premonition settle over her. The kind of feeling you get when you know something terrible is coming and you can’t do anything to stop it.

”Mika...” She said slowly, her voice barely a whisper.

”What did you do? What did you do to their wives?”

Mika’s face lit up with a thoroughly satisfied, proud grin, like he was remembering a job well done as he explained,

”The truth is Nadia, in the past I was really pissed off at how all those political bastards kept treating you—like you were some nobody who could do nothing to them. It made me furious. I hated it.”

”But at the same time, I respected your decisions and knew you could handle everything yourself, so I didn’t do anything drastic. I held back, even though I felt a violent urge to just end them all.”

Nadia’s heart skipped; she was glad he hadn’t acted on that urge. If he had, nothing would have stopped him.

But her relief was short-lived.

”But the officials wives, on the other hand...”

Mika’s chuckle turned darker, more sinister.

”Let’s just say I couldn’t hold back from targeting them instead and ’driving’ my vengeance ’through’ them.”

Nadia’s face completely fell. Shock painted every feature.

”Mika...what did you do? What did you do to them? Don’t tell me you—”

”Hold on, Nadia.” He cut in quickly, raising both hands in a calming gesture. ”Don’t go jumping to assumptions just yet. I didn’t harm anyone. I didn’t go and kill the wives of the officials or anything like that. I didn’t take it that far.”

She exhaled in visible relief, shoulders sagging for a second—only for confusion to rush back in.

”Then...what exactly did you do to them, Mika?”

”How exactly did you get your revenge through them?”

Mika answered with an infuriatingly smug grin and said nothing.

Nadia’s patience snapped. She gave his chest a few cute, frustrated little punches, bouncing slightly on his lap as she did.

”Come on, Mika, tell me! Tell me already! You can’t keep me waiting in suspense like this. Just tell me—I want to know!”

He laughed, catching her fists. ”Alright, alright.”

He looked out at the officials again, then back at her and asked,

”Nadia, can you point out the official with the most important wife? Someone whose wife holds a high position and who’s respected wherever she goes.”

She was confused by the question, but she turned and scanned the room.

Her eyes moved across the faces—the tiger-eared delegate, the lizard delegate, the bird-like woman—until they landed on a handsome elf with pointed ears, surrounded by a crowd of sycophants.

”Mr. Velhor.” She said. ”He’s an elven diplomat. Very influential. But his wife—” She paused. ”—his wife is the Empress of the Elven Realm. She’s actually more powerful than he is.”

She looked back at Mika, a fond smile crossing her face despite the situation.

”It’s actually a beautiful story, you know. He was a commoner, she was royalty. They fell in love against all odds. It’s the kind of tale that gets written into books.”

But in response, Mika’s smile was sinister.

”Is that what you think? A beautiful love story? Something out of a fairy tale?”

She blinked. ”Well...yes.”

Mika just chuckled like he heard a joke before pointing at the elf and saying,

”Look at that man, Nadia. Look at him.”

She did.

”Now imagine his wife. Imagine the beautiful elven empress. The face that could launch wars. The dignity, the grace, the royal bearing.”

She did.

”Now think about the beautiful life they must have together. The happy marriage. The perfect couple.”

She did, and Nadia’s expression softened for a moment, the image genuinely touching—until Mika’s voice dropped to a dark, commanding whisper.

”Now look at this video, Nadia. Look at this video, and you’ll understand exactly how I got my revenge.”

He placed the phone back in her hands.

Nadia shivered violently. The last time she had held it, she had seen things she could barely process.

Now it was about a wife—an empress, no less. A horrible feeling twisted in her gut.

’No way...there’s no way that can be true.’

She tried to reason with herself.

’His daughter was one thing—she’s young and can do whatever she wants—but his wife?’

’She’s the Empress of the elven race, someone dignified, proud. I’ve met her myself and always had a good impression of her.’

’There’s no way it’s what I’m thinking...’

She tried to calm her nerves, telling herself it had to be a misunderstanding. And finally she did and with all the courage she could muster, she tapped the screen.

The video started playing.

And the moment it did—all her hopes shattered instantly.

The video showed an extremely beautiful elf with long silver hair cascading to her waist, elegant pointed ears, and a face so perfect it belonged in legend and she looked so dignified.

But the scene was anything but that.

Instead, she was completely naked on a bed, ass arched high, pussy on full display.

Mika was behind her, thrusting his massive cock into her with powerful, relentless strokes.

Her body rippled with every impact, large breasts swinging heavily. The audio was crystal clear: the Empress was moaning shamelessly, voice broken with ecstasy.

”Yes, Mika! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Just give me that fat juicy cock—shove it into my dirty elven pussy!”

Nadia nearly dropped the phone again.

This was no longer still photos; it was a full video with sound. She was grateful for the barrier—otherwise the entire hall would have heard those filthy moans.

But the sight of Mika slamming into the elf, the way her body responded, the raw pleasure on her face...it was overwhelming.

Nadia realized with a fresh jolt just how skilled her son was at satisfying women, turning them into slaves to pleasure.

But the biggest shock—the one that made her world tilt was the identity of the woman.

After all, this was the Empress herself!

The same kind, humble ruler Nadia had spoken with many times.

A woman of royal prestige who always carried herself with quiet grace and genuine warmth.

Yet here she was, ruined and begging, voice raw as she pleaded for Mika’s cock!

Nadia’s mind felt like it was fracturing. It was one thing to play with the daughter. But the wife? And recording it as well?

Tremble! Tremble!

The barrier shook violently around them. Mika quickly waved a hand, thickening it further so the building—and the city beyond—wouldn’t crumble under the storm of her emotions.

Unable to take any more, Nadia looked up at him with trembling eyes, tears threatening at the edges.

”Mika, what—”

”Just keep on looking, Nadia.” He said calmly. ”Keep watching the video.”

She didn’t want to, but she obeyed.

On the screen Mika kept fucking the Empress hard, then asked in a low, dirty voice.

”Tell me—who’s cock is better, your husband’s or mine? Who can truly fuck you like the whore you are?”

Nadia’s thighs pressed together instinctively at the tone of his voice; it sent an unwelcome spark through her.

She also expected the empress to hesitate. To deflect. To refuse to answer such a degrading question.

Instead, the empress moaned louder.

”Yours Mika! Yours! Your cock is the best!”

”My husband could never even compare—his is basically a piece of chalk compared to the massive one of yours! So please, fuck me harder!”

”Make me remember whose dick can truly satisfy my slutty pussy!”

Nadia watched as Mika changed positions. He spread the empress’s legs, lifted her hips, fucked her from the front while sucking on her breasts.

He shoved his cock into her mouth, and she took it eagerly, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

She watched every second, face growing paler and paler, body burning hotter and hotter, the barrier thickening until it felt like a fortress.

The video finally ended with Mika burying himself deep and cumming hard inside her.

Thick, white semen gushed out of the Empress’s stretched pussy in heavy spurts, spilling everywhere like he had flooded the entire room.

Thwack!

Nadia finally dropped the phone in sheer shock and she sat frozen, her body rigid, her mind struggling to process what she had just witnessed.

Her face was pale. Her lips were parted. Her eyes were wide and unseeing.

Luckily Mika was ready this time and caught the phone. But he didn’t speak.

He knew she needed time. He simply strengthened the barrier around them, watching as it shuddered and strained against the storm of her emotions.

If the barrier dropped now, the entire area—not just the building but the city and several ports beyond—would be decimated by the turbulence of her emotions. So he waited.

One minute.

Two.

Five.

Finally, her breathing began to slow. The barrier stopped shaking. She was using every technique she had learned over decades of emotional suppression to calm herself down. It was working, barely.

She then turned to him.

Her face was no longer the composed mask he knew so well. It was raw. Confused. Betrayed. She was showing more emotion than he had ever seen from her, and it made something twist in his chest.

”Why...Mika?” Her voice cracked. ”Why would you do something like this?”

He didn’t answer.

”Why would you go after another man’s wife?” She looked down at the phone, then back at him. ”His daughter, fine. I can understand that. They were young, they were single, they made their own choices.”

”But his wife?!”

She said in disbelief.

”The empress? A married woman? A woman with a husband, a family, a kingdom?!”

Her voice grew sharper, more accusatory.

”That’s too much, Mika. Even for you.”

She stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

Waiting for him to defend himself. Since he had done what he promised—taken revenge on the official who had wronged her.

But this wasn’t revenge. This was cruelty. This was destruction of something sacred.

And for the first time in her life, Nadia looked at her son and felt something other than unconditional love.

Doubt.

He had crossed a line. A line she hadn’t even known existed until he vaulted over it.

She wanted to reprimand him. Wanted to tell him how wrong this was, how disappointed she was, how he had broken something between them.

But the words wouldn’t come.

She was caught—caught between her love for him and her contempt at what he had done.