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

Chapter 147: Sadistic Intentions

Mika leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting across the classroom with deceptive ease.

Rows of students sat with their heads bent, scribbling furiously into their notebooks as the professor went on about the varying creatures inside portals.

From the corner of his vision, he caught the faint blur of movement outside the windows, students on the field tossing a football, their laughter faintly audible even through the glass.

Everything was ordinary. Mundane. Perfectly still.

And yet under his desk, hidden from every oblivious soul in the room, Maria’s lips were sliding down his cock, her tongue wrapping him in wet heat.

”Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

He glanced down at her, strands of her dark hair spilling across his lap, glasses slipping ever so slightly down her nose as her head bobbed. She sucked him with a hungry passion that made his stomach twist in heat, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.

”Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

But he really wasn’t surprised by how Maria came forward to do something like this. Not anymore.

This, her bent down, her mouth full of him, was no longer foreign. Ever since that night when the voices had nearly driven him over the edge and she had stepped in, offering herself to calm the storm, things had shifted between them.

What began as an accident, born of desperation, had become something almost...routine. Intimate, yes, but oddly casual too. Whenever the whispers in his skull became unbearable, if Maria was nearby, he would call her. And more often than not, she came. She had insisted he could.

The memory of her words echoed in his mind:

”Call me whenever it gets bad. I don’t mind. Really, I don’t.”

At first, he had questioned it. Wondered if there was love buried under her cool exterior. If her insistence meant something more, that she saw him not just as a friend or obligation, but as a partner.

But Maria never let it go there. She had her rules. The most important one: no kissing. No lips against lips, no romantic intimacy. She kept that line clear as ice.

She never whispered sweet words. Never hinted at wanting anything more. Even now, her face was clinical, detached, like she was studying him as a specimen while her mouth worked over his length.

For all her caustic remarks and biting wit, she was strangely silent during these moments, save for the wet slurps and muffled hums that escaped her throat.

So Mika had long since given up trying to figure out what she felt. Maybe she just needed release herself, a place to vent the stress of constant studying, endless competition, and the crushing expectations of her scholarship.

Maybe she found something darkly amusing in taking care of him like this.

Or maybe, in her twisted way, this was her brand of friendship.

Whatever it was, Mika didn’t complain. Not when it meant her warm mouth stretched around his cock, not when it meant he could grope her breasts as he pleased, squeezing the soft flesh through her blouse, claiming her body as his even while she sucked him off like she was born to.

It was smooth. Natural. Carefree. They could be talking about homework one moment, and the next, she’d have his balls in her mouth, and neither of them found it awkward.

That freedom was intoxicating.

He shifted slightly, his palm sliding over the swell of her breast, fingers pinching her nipple until he felt it stiffen through the fabric. She whimpered faintly, and the sound would’ve made everyone in class then around, yet he stayed calm. Perfectly composed.

Because he had made the appropriate arrangements so that he wouldn’t be exposed.

The only reason he could sit here so brazenly, cock buried in Maria’s throat while the professor lectured a few meters away, was he had made a barrier.

He had put it up the moment her hand touched his zipper, an invisible veil of mana that blocked sound and sight from anyone outside.

To every other eye in the room, he and Maria looked normal. Just two students quietly paying attention.

No one could see her head moving in his lap.

No one could hear the obscene slurps or muffled gagging as she took him deeper.

No one could feel the heat radiating off his body as he groped her tits and whispered her name like a prayer.

He was safe. Untouchable.

But Maria didn’t know that.

And that was the real thrill.

She thought they were fully exposed, right here in the open, surrounded by their peers and their teacher. She thought discovery was just one wrong move away.

And still, she did this.

Still, she dared.

That was what made Mika’s cock throb against her tongue, what made his breath come heavier. That she was willing to risk everything, not for romance, not for love—but simply because she chose to.

That thought boiled in his mind, mingling with the familiar itch of the voices clawing at his mind. Their whispers surged again, urging him toward violence, toward indulgence, toward loss of control.

And this time, instead of resisting, he let Maria’s mouth be his answer.

Normally, when the voices hit, Mika became a different beast, volatile, brutal, a storm of rage and hunger. Out there, hunting cursed beings, he’d tear them apart, rip their flesh to shreds with a fury in his eyes that could burn the world down.

And in bed, that same darkness turned sadistic, his usual care for a woman’s pleasure replaced by a selfish, tormenting need to dominate, to break. Normally, he was passionate, attentive, making sure every touch was for her as much as him.

But when the voices took over, he didn’t give a fuck about her needs—only his own. And right now, he was holding back, trying not to let that side of him loose on Maria, gripping the edge of the desk to keep himself in check.

But then she looked up, her dark eyes locking onto his, lips stretched tight around his cock, sucking him down with that fierce, defiant hunger, and it was too much.

A cruel, sadistic smile curled his lips, a shadow of another Mika taking over.

”Sorry, Maria.” He murmured, his voice low and dangerous as his hand tightened in her hair. ”Bear with me for a second. This’ll be over quick.”

”Gruukk—!”

Without warning, he thrust forward, shoving his cock deep into her throat, the thick head slamming against the back.

”Mmm!♡~ Haughh!♡~ Gok!♡~ Gaak!♡~”

She couldn’t take all of him, fuck, no one could, not with how massive he was, but he didn’t care. He pushed harder, feeling her throat constrict, her body trembling as she choked around him.

Her eyes went wide, her legs twitching under the desk, but he held her there, relishing the way she struggled.

Mika then leaned down, his face inches from hers, his voice a dark, mocking whisper.

”Fuck, what a sight. You, Maria, the girl who’d walk through a burning academy without blinking, looking like this. Choking on my cock, eyes watering, struggling to breathe.”

”Normally, you’re so fucking composed, but right now? You’re a mess. Taking my dick like this, showing more emotion than I’ve ever seen. That’s the real you, isn’t it? A human with a heart, not just that cold, perfect mask.”

Hearing this comment, Maria’s eyes, wild with strain—suddenly sharpened, narrowing with defiance.

She didn’t like that tone, that smug look, as if he’d won and because of that her trembling eased, her gaze turning steely as she stared him down, lips still wrapped around his cock.

Then, to his shock, she moved on her own, sliding her mouth up and down, taking him deeper, pressing the head against her throat.

”Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Her tongue flicked against the underside, her throat tightening as she forced herself to take more, gagging but refusing to stop.

It was a challenge, a silent fuck you, she wasn’t just enduring him; she was owning this, proving she could handle his worst.

Mika chuckled, dark and appreciative, leaning back as he stroked her head. ”Goddamn, you really don’t like to lose, do you? Even now, throat stuffed, barely able to breathe, you’re still fighting to be on top.”

”Your pride’s fucking insane, Maria. It’s so hot, watching you choke on my dick just to prove you’re not fazed. You’re killing me here.”

His hand kept stroking her hair, his voice dropping lower, rougher.

”You know, this reminds me of Yelena. That same stubborn pride, refusing to back down no matter what. You two should meet someday, trade notes on being unbreakable. You’d get along...or maybe you’d kill each other.”

He grinned, his cock twitching in her mouth as her relentless sucking pushed him closer to the edge.

”But fuck, Maria, this is too much. You, glaring up at me like that, throat squeezing my cock, in the middle of class...I can’t hold it anymore.”

His voice turned urgent, a growl as he gripped her hair tighter.

”Take it deep, Maria. All the way. I want your throat coated, every fucking inch drowned in my cum.”

He thrust forward again, harder, pushing her head down until her nose nearly brushed his pelvis, his cock pulsing as he came.

And then he came.

”Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

The first jet of hot semen blasted straight into her throat, thick and overwhelming. Her eyes widened as her airway clogged, her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to pull back—but his hands held her firmly in place forcing his cock to stay in her throat.

”Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

More came, pulse after pulse, filling her throat, spilling into her mouth, hot and heavy. She gagged around him, throat convulsing violently, her whole body shaking under the force of it.

”Yeah...” Mika groaned low, his eyes half-lidded with cruel delight as he watched her choke on him. ”Take it...take all of it for me.”

It was only when he felt her start to truly panic, her body trembling, eyes rolling slightly, that he finally let go.

”Cough!~ Cough!~”

She jerked back, coughing and gasping as she swallowed hurriedly, some of his seed dribbling down her chin before she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

She then leaned into him for support, chest heaving, her breath ragged as her throat worked to swallow the last of it. Then, with her usual sharpness returning to her gaze, she glared up at him.

”You...” She rasped, voice hoarse but steady. ”...become even more sadistic than me when you’re like this. Do you realize that?”

Mika’s lips curled into a lazy, unapologetic grin as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping the cum and spit from her lips.

”I warned you from the start.” He said, his voice low and teasing. ”Told you not to push me when the voices are loud. Told you I could handle it myself.” His fingers lingered on her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. ”But you had to go and be a hero, didn’t you?”

Seeing him wipe her lips, Maria’s glare softened, her usual composed mask sliding back into place as she let him wipe her clean.

”It’s fine.” She said, her tone dry but not bitter. ”I’m not complaining. I knew what I was signing up for, same shit as always.” She paused, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. ”I’m just pissed at myself. I’ve done this enough times, and I still can’t get used to that fucking monster you call a cock.”

”...It’s like trying to swallow a goddamn baseball bat.”

Mika laughed, low and rough, his hand resting on her shoulder as he tucked himself back into his pants, the textbook still shielding them from the oblivious classroom.

”You’ll get there.” He teased, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something softer. ”Or maybe you won’t. Either way, I’m not complaining. You’re too fucking good at this, Maria.”

Maria rolled her eyes at his praise, her lips curling into a dry little smirk before she leaned back in her chair.

Her gaze then swept across the classroom, scanning the students, the teacher at the front, and the occasional shuffle of pages. Then her brows knit, a faint note of surprise slipping through her otherwise cool expression.

”I’m surprised.” She said, her voice hushed but edged with amusement. ”With how forceful you were, slamming my head down like you were trying to break my spine, you’d think at least one of these idiots would notice.”

”My body was practically thrashing around, and still, no one so much as blinked. That’s...suspicious.”

She turned her head slowly, her dark eyes narrowing on him.

”Almost like someone made sure no one would notice.”

But Mika met her look with a perfectly straight face.

”Nope. Nothing at all.” He said evenly, a touch too casual. Then, with a sly grin, he added, ”Maybe you’re just so scary that no one dares glance this way. Even if they did notice, they’d pretend they didn’t.”

Maria stared at him flatly, lips curling in a humorless smile.

”Sure. Sure. I know that’s what you’ll say. And fine, I don’t have any evidence. But...” Her gaze sharpened, drilling into him with that uncanny, soul-piercing intensity of hers. ”...I can’t shake the feeling you’re hiding something big from me, Mika.”

He smiled thinly, trying to hold steady under her stare, but her words hit too close.

Maria then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice to a near whisper, her smirk curling with suspicion.

”And another thing. You brought up Lady Yelena, of all people. A woman who’s practically your mother figure. And you just casually mentioned her while I had your cock down my throat.”

Her head tilted ever so slightly, her voice soft but razor-sharp.

”That’s...not very normal, Mika.”

The comment hit him like a hammer to the gut. His easy grin faltered, his composure slipping. He hadn’t expected her to catch that, hadn’t expected his thoughts to betray him so obviously.

Quickly, he shook his head, words spilling out too fast. ”No, nothing like that. I just...brought her up casually, that’s all. No intention behind it.”

But Maria only leaned closer, her expression unreadable, her eyes boring into his as if she could peel him open and read the truth directly off his bones.

Mika felt sweat prickle at the back of his neck, her suspicion weighing heavier with every passing second.

But then...Salvation.

The sharp buzz of his phone vibrated against his pocket, loud enough in his mind to feel like thunder. He almost sighed in relief as he pulled it out, flashing Maria a strained smile.

”One second. Got a call.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed further, but she leaned back, allowing him the reprieve, though the suspicion never left her gaze.

He glanced at the screen, expecting nothing, only to freeze when he saw the caller ID.

Charlotte.

His brows furrowed instantly. She knew better than to call him during class. He’d told her, again and again: message me if you need me, don’t call unless it’s an emergency.

So, if she was calling now, it meant something serious had happened...