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

Chapter 153: The World Belongs To Them

What Thomas said was absolutely correct, as it only got worse. Mika had no mercy at all. Even after the boy with glasses fell, crying and sobbing from a shattered knee, Mika calmly stepped closer.

And to the boy’s horror, Mika raised his hammer again and just like the hammer came down with a sickening...CRACK!...instantly hitting the boy’s other knee.

The bone shattered into a bunch of small, broken pieces and the boy’s body convulsed on the ground as he writhed in unbearable pain. His face went pale, and tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt his second knee give way.

Everyone watching gasped, horrified at the sight of a student so cruelly torturing another right in front of them.

But Mika wasn’t done. He gave the boy a casual glance, then his eyes moved to the next frozen student.

The boy looked utterly petrified, frozen in place as if he wanted to run away but couldn’t. Sweat beaded on his brow as Mika began to walk towards him and the crowd understood what was coming next, and a mix of outrage and fear erupted.

”You can’t do that!” One boy in the crowd shouted. ”You can’t go around breaking a student’s bones! It’s against the rules!”

Immediately, others joined in. ”Yeah! You’ll be expelled if you do that! Stop it! Stop it right now, or you’ll regret it!” They threatened, as if their words had any weight.

But Mika simply took another step toward his next victim before turning to the crowd.

”If you really care about these guys so much, and if you really want to stop me, then come forth and stop me.” He said, his voice laced with a cold challenge. ”Take this hammer from my hands. After all, I’m just a mortal, unlike the rest of you here.”

”You have so many wonderful blessings, you could absolutely destroy me if you wanted to. So come forth. Do something about it.”

But no one moved. They knew the rules, fighting another student with a blessing was a very punishable offense, and no one was willing to risk that.

Besides, there was Charlotte, standing by the door. The moment they tried to use their blessing, she would control their minds, and they would be frozen just like their friends. They would be helpless.

So they didn’t take a single step forward. Instead, they all took a step back, a collective sign of their fear. Seeing their hesitation, Mika chuckled.

”It seems your friends don’t care about you enough.” He said, looking at the boy before him with a pitiful gaze. ”Well, that’s a pity.”

With that, he raised the hammer and shattered the boy’s knees.

CRACK!

This time, his movements were quicker, more efficient.

CRACK!

Another sickening crack, and the boy fell down, writhing in agony, just like the first one.

And so it continued, as Mika casually went through the frozen students, breaking their knees with a single, swift motion.

BREAK!

...sometimes he hit them from the side.

SNAP!

...sometimes from the top

CRACK!

...sometimes from behind

But the result was always the same: fractured kneecaps and agonizing screams. The sound of breaking bones and the sight of contorted limbs was too much for the onlookers.

With every strike, they took a step back, some feeling sick, others dizzy, and some wanting to vomit.

They all regretted provoking a demon like him. They had never expected someone so casual about ignoring rules, someone so capable of performing such a horrendous act right in front of the entire academy.

What was even worse was that everyone thought he would spare the two girls in the group. They thought he would show some sort of mercy, that he was a gentleman.

The girls themselves thought so, but they were tragically wrong.

Just as he had done to the boys, he shattered their knees without an ounce of mercy.

BREAK!

SNAP!

Both girls fell to the ground, their pained sobs filling the room. The sight solidified his monstrous image in the minds of the onlookers.

They all regretted getting out of bed that day, knowing that the image of Mika the demon would be seared into their minds for the rest of their lives.

Adam also turned as the groans of the broken students echoed in his head, but Thomas stood calm, almost smug. The contrast gnawed at him until the words slipped out, strained and horrified.

”How?” Adam asked, voice barely more than a whisper. ”How is all this possible? He—He shattered their knees, Thomas! How can he just do that? Shouldn’t he be terrified of what’s going to happen to him?”

”The authorities, the academy, even the outside world...he could be expelled, no, worse. He could be jailed for this!”

Thomas turned, studying Adam with a look halfway between pity and amusement. He shook his head slowly, lips curling into a knowing smile.

”You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He said. ”Completely wrong. I mean, Mika of all people? Being punished?...Not a chance.”

Adam blinked at him, confusion and disbelief etched across his face. ”What do you mean not a chance? He mutilated students. In broad daylight. Right in the middle of the academy!”

”Alright, let me make it simple.” Thomas sighed, as though explaining something painfully obvious to a child. ”Imagine a kingdom. A powerful king rules over it, unchallenged. Now, this king has a son, a son that he spoils and loves so much.”

”And this son of his causes mischief, does things that would normally get anyone else locked up, or worse, executed. If it were a commoner, sure, straight to the gallows.”

”But the prince?...Do you really think the king would ever let his son suffer the same punishment?”

Adam hesitated, then shook his head.

”...No. Of course not. The king would protect him since you told him he loves him so much. He’d use his power to overturn any judgment.”

”Exactly.” Thomas said, pointing at him like a teacher confirming the right answer. ”And that’s wrong, isn’t it? By all logic, by all fairness, it’s wrong.”

”...But here’s the kicker, do you think the citizens would rise up? Would the governors or lords challenge the king over protecting his son?”

Adam thought for a moment before shaking his head again.

”No, not at all. They would simply let the matter go.”

”And why is that?” Thomas pressed.

”Because he is the king.” Adam said, his voice firming with dawning understanding. ”He is the most powerful person in the entire kingdom. The law exists for him to enforce.”

”If anyone, whether it’s a normal citizen or even a governor, takes a position against him, their life would be over. They would be torn to pieces on the spot for opposing the king.”

Adam looked into Thomas’s eyes, and the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.

”It all boils down to fear. Fear of the king’s power and influence will never allow anyone to question his decisions.”

”Exactly.” Thomas said, a proud smile on his face. ”And that’s exactly what’s happening here.”

”Now, imagine Mika is that prince, and the Battle Angels are the queens that rule over the world. It’s the exact same situation. Sure, people will be furious about what happened. They’ll whisper in their homes and in secret about how what he did was wrong and how he needs to be punished.”

”But who in the world is going to have the guts to go straight to the Battle Angels and say that the boy who they took under their wing, the boy they clearly care for, should be expelled for what he did?”

”Who’s insane enough to run to the Battle Angels and demand justice against their own?..No one.”

”Because they know one angry Battle Angel could erase their entire faction, their family, their organization, in a single night.”

A look of realization appeared on Adam’s face.

”So...you’re saying the Battle Angels are tyrannical rulers? Even though they’re not ruling the world, they hold power over everyone, and because of the fear they inspire, no one can say anything against them...Whatever they do, goes.”

”Yes.” Thomas agreed, then added. ”But it’s not exactly that, either. The Battle Angels aren’t tyrannical rulers. They don’t do whatever they want. They actually believe in the goodness of humanity, and they themselves are like saints at heart.”

”If Mika had done something completely wrong—if he had beaten up a student for no reason, or molested a girl, the Battle Angels would surely punish him themselves. They wouldn’t let something like that slide.”

Thomas looked at the mangled students on the floor.

”But right now, it’s completely different. Who is at fault here? Who started all of this?”

”The mob.” Adam said without hesitation. ”A bunch of students. Sure, Charlotte and Mika made a mistake with the machine, but there was no need to ask them to get on their knees and beg. The mob started this problem.”

”Exactly.” Thomas said, nodding. ”Mika was simply defending the daughters of the Battle Angels. So do you really think the Battle Angels would let this problem go if it came to them? Do you think they would let their own children and Mika be bullied in a place like this?”

”No.” Adam said, a hint of awe in his voice. ”Not at all. They would definitely take some sort of action.”

”And that action...” Thomas said. ”...is what the Academy and the other organizations fear. So, at the end of the day, no matter what Mika did, they will completely sweep it under the rug and act as if nothing happened.”

”They wouldn’t dare provoke the Battle Angels, knowing full well that the ones at fault were the students themselves.”

”They wouldn’t dare ask for justice from the very people who hold all the power.”

Adam nodded his head in realization. Now he was starting to understand that this academy was filled with politics he never knew about. But a new question came to mind, and he looked at Thomas.

”But...Thomas.” Adam began hesitantly, his voice low so as not to draw attention from the crowd. ”Something still doesn’t make sense. You said earlier that the noble families’ children constantly provoke the daughters of the Battle Angels, and even use students without backgrounds to do their dirty work.”

”But after what I’ve just seen, after what you’ve explained, why would they keep doing that? Why would they keep poking the hornet’s nest, when it’s obvious they’re powerless in the end? No matter what they do, they’ll only end up injured or ruined.”

”...So why risk it?”

Thomas glanced at him, eyes glinting like a teacher enjoying a bright pupil’s question. He nodded slowly.

”Good question. A very good question. And the answer is simple but pathetic: they do it to piss them off. To bother them...That’s all.”

Adam blinked in confusion. ”Bother them? I don’t understand...”

Thomas leaned closer, speaking in a whisper.

”The truth is, no matter how much the great organizations, the Federation, the royals, the noble houses, want to strip the Battle Angels of their power, they can’t. Not directly.”

”If they tried, if they started a war, they’d be crushed. Absolutely crushed. The Angels would end them in a heartbeat. So instead of open conflict, they use underhanded tactics. They nip at their heels. They send mosquitoes.”

”Mosquitoes...?” Adam repeated.

”Yes.” Thomas smirked. ”Think about it. A mosquito’s bite is annoying. Maybe it stings. But in the end, the mosquito gets swatted, and all that’s left is a smear of blood....That’s exactly what these provocations are.”

”Petty bites. Insignificant attacks that aren’t worth the Battle Angels’ direct response. But they do it anyway, just to prove they still exist. Just to say, ’Don’t forget us.’”

Adam frowned, glancing at the trembling crowd of students. ”So even here, in the Academy...”

”Especially here.” Thomas corrected sharply. ”The academy is the perfect stage. A neutral ground. A place where dozens of noble families send their heirs, all trying to prove themselves. Sending their children, or disposable pawns, to provoke the daughters is a show of defiance.”

”A reminder to the world that they’re not afraid to resist, even if it ends in humiliation. It’s politics disguised as schoolyard bullying.”

”...That’s sad. Really sad, actually.” Adam’s lips tightened. ”I always thought the Federation and the royal houses were the strongest powers in the world. That no one could oppose them. But now, after hearing all this, they sound pitiful.”

”Ruling the world, yet powerless against the very people they fear most. Reduced to...to swatting at giants with sticks.”

Thomas chuckled darkly. ”That’s exactly it. The mighty rulers of the world, resorting to children’s games. Sad, but true.”

Adam nodded as he then looked at Mika, who was talking happily to Charlotte after breaking everyone knees, and another question popped into his mind.

”I...I understand why the Battle Angels cherish Charlotte. She’s Lady Yelena’s daughter. The Blade Maiden’s daughter. That alone explains it. But Mika...” He swallowed, lowering his voice further. ”Who is he? I’ve heard so many rumors about him. Bad ones. Strange ones. He’s always so close to the daughters. But...why? How?”

For the first time, Thomas didn’t immediately smirk. Instead, he gave a half-shrug, his expression somewhere between amused and serious.

”That, Adam, is the one question nobody knows the answer to. Not even the top organizations. They’ve tried. They’ve spied. They’ve dug into his past. Nothing.”

”All anyone knows is that he’s close, closer than anyone else has ever been. The Battle Angels and their daughters treat him like family.”

Adam’s eyes widened. ”Family...?”

”Some say he’s the secret son of one of the Battle Angels.” Thomas continued, voice dripping with amusement. ”Others whisper he’s a...well, a gigolo. Someone who satisfies the mothers and keeps them company in ways no one else can. A kept man, if you will.”

Adam flushed red, torn between admiration and jealousy. ”Seriously...? He can’t be...He doesn’t look like that...”

Thomas chuckled at his flustered expression.

”Relax. It’s all rumors. At the end of the day, the truth is simpler, and scarier. Whatever he is, whoever he is—he’s someone they protect as if he were one of their own children. Maybe even more.”

”And that means anyone who dares lay a hand on him, or even slanders him too loudly, is picking a fight with the Battle Angels themselves.”

Adam swallowed hard, the weight of Thomas’s words crashing down on him. His gaze returned to Mika, who at that moment laughed softly at something Charlotte whispered.

”So...he’s not just lucky. He’s untouchable.”

”Exactly.” Thomas nodded firmly. ”Untouchable. More protected than the daughters themselves, some say. And that’s why...” He gestured toward the broken bodies on the ground ”...this entire scene will disappear from the academy’s records like it never happened. Because who in their right mind would dare report the mad dog of the Battle Angels?”

Adam shivered, awe and fear swirling in his chest. He thought he had stumbled into an ordinary academy brawl.

Instead, he’d witnessed the reminder of a truth few dared to speak aloud: the world belonged not to kings or federations; but to those few terrifying women, and the boy they kept at their side...