SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 337: It’s Just A Medical Procedure

Fauna could not believe the words that had just left her mouth.

If someone had told the Fauna of the past—the pure, devoted healer, the Battle Angel who had sworn her life to sanctity and maternal love—that one day she would stand before her own son and explain in detail, that the only way to save him was through repeated, intimate exchanges of bodily fluids...

...she would have branded that future self a succubus.

She would have called herself depraved, corrupt, a monster wearing her face.

She would have tried to purge the vision with holy fire.

And the funny thing is that Fauna was actually used to telling horrible information to others.

Throughout her long life as a doctor, she had delivered the most devastating news imaginable.

Terminal diagnoses.

Battlefield casualties.

The death of spouses, parents, children.

The worst of all—looking into the eyes of a hopeful pregnant woman and telling her the heartbeat of her baby had stopped.

Each time had torn at her soul, but she had borne it.

It was her duty as a healer.

Truth, no matter how cruel, was sacred.

But this?

This was beyond cruelty.

This was absurdity.

She had just told her son—her precious, innocent Mika that the divine solution required them to engage in the most forbidden acts.

Oral.

Penetrative.

An exchange of seed and essence, over and over, until the danger passed.

Naughtier, in its way, than simple intercourse—because it demanded repetition, intimacy, intent.

Her entire body screamed that it was wrong.

Taboo.

Unforgivable.

But she had no choice.

Heaven’s Prescription was always correct.

If she ignored it—if she let pride or shame win—Mika would suffer an unimaginable fate.

She was trapped.

Torn between maternal love and maternal horror.

She knew she had to do it.

She had to save him.

But she also knew, with ice-cold certainty, that once they crossed this line, nothing would be the same.

She would never again see him only as her son.

The feelings already stirring—the warmth, the forbidden pull would burst free like a dam breaking.

She would drown in them.

And yet...the alternative was losing him forever.

Fauna stood frozen, trembling, eyes downcast—until a low, unexpected laugh broke the silence.

She looked up in confusion.

Mika leaned back against the bed, arms resting behind him, head tilted toward the ceiling lights as if processing the absurdity of the universe.

A small, wry smile played on his lips.

"It seems..."

He said slowly, voice soft but steady.

"I won’t have a penis in the future."

Fauna’s breath caught, as he continued, still staring upward.

"I’ll have to live without a proud sword. And it’s kind of a shame, honestly."

"But...it is what it is, I guess? There are some things in live that you can’t go against."

Fauna’s eyes widened in alarm.

"Mika—what are you saying? Why are you talking like that? We have a solution right here!"

"Do we, Fauna?" He glanced down at her, the smile turning gently sad. "A solution we can actually do?"

He shook his head before going on to say in resignation,

"If it was literally anything else—anything—I could do it. You know that. I’m not boasting, I’ve reached heights no normal human ever could. Realms that would basically make me God in so many regions."

His gaze softened.

"But this?"

He looked at the glowing notebook on the floor.

"They’re telling us a mother and son have to...do that together?"

"That the only way to save me is for you to...take me into your body like that?"

"Over and over?"

"Hahaha!"

He let out a quiet, humorless laugh.

"Yeah...that’s not happening."

"No matter how strong I am, no matter what power I have...I could never do that to my own mother. It’s ridiculous. Wrong. I’d rather lose my dick then do something like that with my own mother."

Fauna’s heart cracked.

"Mika—"

"I mean it." He said firmly, meeting her eyes. "I’m proud of my penis, sure—it’s pretty mighty. Women seem to love it."

"And I’ll miss the solo jack-off sessions—those late-night moments are honestly amazing."

He gave a nostalgic little smile, then looked at her with pure, unwavering love.

"But none of that matters more than you."

He reached out and rested a gentle hand on her head, stroking her hair.

"I know that if we went through with this...it would destroy you. Your heart, your mind, everything you believe in would collapsed."

"And I’m not making this up since I know you, Fauna. You’d never forgive yourself. You’d carry the guilt forever. And I won’t put you through that."

His voice grew quieter, more resolute.

"I’ve seen how much you’ve suffered in the past and I don’t want to bring that back. I’m just happy you’re okay now—truly happy. Peaceful."

"But if we did this...it would drag you back into darkness. Self-doubt. Pain. And I’d rather lose a part of myself than watch that happen."

He looked straight her limpid eyes like he was really to make the ultimate sacrifice.

"Besides...it’s not the end of the world." He threw his head back and chuckled warmly. "I can just stick a plastic tube to pee. And for pleasing women?"

"I’ve still got my tongue and fingers." He winked. "I’ll manage just fine."

Then he cupped her cheek tenderly.

"So, don’t worry, Fauna. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want. Anything that would hurt you. We’ll let it go and leave it to fate."

"It just seems that my dick was too powerful and the world had to debuff it."

"Can’t do anything about that."

He gave a self-pitying chuckle, while Fauna stared up at him, eyes wide and shimmering.

Hearing his words, heart shattered all over again.

She had been so wrapped up in her own turmoil—her guilt, her fear, her confusing desires—that she had only thought of how it would affect her.

How she would see him differently.

How she might lose the ability to view him purely as her son.

She had been selfish.

But Mika...

Mika was thinking only of her.

Even now, facing the loss of his manhood, something most men would fight to the death to protect, he was willing to sacrifice it.

For her peace of mind.

For her heart.

No anger.

No demands.

Just quiet, selfless love.

Tears spilled down her cheeks anew.

She had never felt more grateful and more heartbroken for having a son like him.

A son who would give up something so deeply tied to his pride, his pleasure, his very identity...

...just to spare her pain.

Fauna’s voice broke.

"Mika..." She whispered, reaching up to cover his hand on her head with both of hers. "You...You would really do that? For me?"

He smiled—soft, warm, unwavering.

"Of course, Fauna. Always. As funny as it sounds, if I’m ever going to lose my penis for anyone, then it’s most definitely for you."

Even though his words were so absurd, so utterly ridiculous that anyone else hearing them would have burst into shocked, incredulous laughter at the sheer comedy of the statement...

...to Fauna, they were not funny at all.

They were the purest, most devastating proclamation of love she had ever received.

Her son was willing to sacrifice the very symbol of his manhood, something he clearly treasured, something that defined his strength and virility...for her.

For her peace of mind.

For her heart.

In that instant, something inside Fauna shifted irrevocably.

All the hesitation, the screaming taboo, the chorus of "wrong, wrong, wrong" that had been echoing in her mind—it didn’t vanish, but it was pushed aside, drowned beneath a tidal wave of maternal devotion.

If Mika was willing to sacrifice his manhood for her sake, then she would sacrifice every lingering shred of propriety for his.

She would cross any line.

Break any boundary.

Even if it meant she could never again see him solely as her little boy.

Even if desire replaced innocence forever.

She did not care.

Her eyes, once filled with tears of guilt and fear, now blazed with fierce, unyielding determination.

She reached up and seized both of Mika’s hands in hers, gripping them tightly, and looked straight into his eyes.

"Let’s do it, Mika!" She declared, voice steady and strong. "Let’s do it!"

Mika blinked, genuinely caught off guard at her outburst.

"W-What? Fauna—"

She didn’t let him finish.

"I mean let’s go through with the entire process—the whole solution together."

She said, stepping closer until their bodies pressed together, his rigid length trapped warmly between them.

"I don’t care anymore. I don’t care how wrong it is. How taboo. How a mother and son should never, ever do something like this."

"Even if it means I have to..."

Her gaze dropped shyly to his throbbing erection, then rose again—cheeks flushed, but eyes unwavering.

"...to suck this off...."

She whispered, voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and resolve.

"...over and over again...Extract your seed, take it into my mouth, my body...whatever it takes—I’m willing, Mika. For you."

She squeezed his hands tighter.

"As your mother, I’ll do anything. I raised you from a baby after all. I helped bringing you into this world. I refuse to let you suffer just because of my own embarrassment or shame."

"We’ll get through this together and there’s no I’ll lose you."

Mika stared at her, momentarily speechless.

For a heartbeat, his carefully constructed mask slipped—he truly hadn’t expected her to surge forward with such fervor, such raw, desperate love.

But he recovered swiftly, putting on a hesitant, conflicted expression.

"Fauna...this is so wrong." He said softly, shaking his head. "I can’t put you through this. I know how it’ll affect you later—the guilt, the shame. I can’t make you struggle through something so humiliating just to save me."

Fauna immediately grabbed his face gently, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"No, Mika—no." She said fiercely, shaking her head. "It’s the exact opposite."

Tears welled again, but they were tears of conviction now.

"If I ignored this—if I let you suffer, let something irreversible happen when the solution was right in front of me—that’s what would destroy me."

"Knowing I could have saved you and chose not to out of fear? That guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life. I’d never find peace."

She smiled through her tears, leaning closer.

"This is what I want. What I need. If you want your mother happy, if you want me guilt-free, stress-free—then we have to do this. We go through with it together."

Then her expression softened into something warm and soothing.

"And...it’s not even that bad, really." She added, to his visible surprise.

She gave a small, fond smile.

"Remember earlier today? When I was teaching the CPR class upstairs? That little girl—she couldn’t have been more than eight asked the sweetest question: ’Is it wrong to kiss someone you don’t know, or touch their chest, if you’re trying to save their life?’"

Mika nodded slowly, the memory clear.

"Yeah...it was really adorable."

Fauna’s smile grew.

"It’s exactly like that, Mika. In CPR, you put your mouth on a stranger’s, breathe for them, compress their chest—things that would be strange, intimate, even wrong in any other context. But when it’s to save a life? It’s just medical. Necessary. You don’t think of it any other way."

She placed a gentle hand over his heart.

"This is the same. Even though we’re mother and son...even though we should never do these things...we’ll think of it only as a medical procedure."

"Me treating my patient. Doing whatever is necessary to save your life. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Mika looked at her for a long, thoughtful moment—hesitation, consideration, then slow acceptance.

"Really?" He asked quietly. "You’re saying...what we do won’t be wrong? There’s no need to feel guilt?"

Fauna leaned closer, her face inches from his, eyes full of love.

"Absolutely no guilt at all, Mika." She whispered. "It’s a procedure—unique, yes. Strange, definitely. But still just a procedure at the end of the day. We shouldn’t overthink it. We do what has to be done."

Mika’s expression became even more convinced like he was slowly falling for her words.

He hesitated one last time, drawing out the moment—then finally smiled, small and reluctant.

"Fine, Fauna." He said hesitantly. "It still feels strange...I don’t know how I’m going to process it all. But if you’re saying it like that...I guess it does make sense."

"Not to mention, that we’ve always been close—intimate in our own way. This is just...a little more. And if we treat it like doctor and patient...then it’s okay, I guess."

Hearing his acceptance, Fauna’s face lit up with joy and overwhelming relief.

"Thank God, Mika—Thank God you understand!"

She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly—pressing her body fully against his, his rigid length trapped warmly between them, poking firmly into her navel.

But she didn’t care.

Didn’t pull away.

She was going to save him.

Her son, who would give his very manhood for her was going to be all right.

And she felt no guilt.

Only deep, profound satisfaction.

Mika too held her close, arms wrapped securely around her.

But hidden against her shoulder, where she couldn’t see...

...his lips curved into the most diabolical grin.

Everything had gone perfectly.

Without a single hitch.

He had known she would give in.

Her love was absolute.

And by feigning reluctance, he had stoked her emotions—made her fight for it, beg for it, convince herself it was right.

Now her own words bound her completely: it was just a ’procedure.’

Like CPR.

Necessary.

Guilt-free.

And that innocent little girl’s question from earlier?

The perfect seed, perfectly bloomed.

There was nothing left to stop them.

Tonight, they would begin the cycle.

Exchange after exchange.

Intimate, endless, irreversible.

Fauna—his beautiful, devoted mother would embrace it fully.

Willingly.

Eagerly.

All for love.

Mika closed his eyes, holding her tighter.

The plan was complete.

And really wanted to thank that little girl for giving him the idea.