SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 349: Life Long Desire

Fauna’s eyes widened slowly as the realization settled over her like a warm blanket.

It made perfect sense.

Anya could manipulate any body she touched. She could reshape organs, alter compositions, create new functions if she willed it.

Producing breast milk in Fauna’s breasts without pregnancy wouldn’t even be a challenge for her.

No hormones. No risky medications.

Just a wave of Anya’s hand, a focused intent, and Fauna’s body would obey.

Milk would flow—abundant, steady, perfect for the volume Mika needed.

She blinked, almost laughing at herself.

"Why didn’t I think of this before?" She murmured under her breath.

But the laughter died in her throat as the full implication hit.

If Anya was involved...that meant Anya would have to know.

Everything.

What she and Mika had been doing for hours—the endless sucking, the deep kisses, the way she’d swallowed his release again and again, the way she’d moaned into his mouth while he drank her dry...all of it would be laid bare.

Fauna’s face burned with sudden, scalding shame.

What they were doing wasn’t right.

It was wrong—so deeply, unforgivably wrong.

Even if she tried to frame it as an accident, medical necessity gone too far, the image of Anya standing there, watching her mother offer her breasts to Mika so he could suckle like an infant...

...it was mortifying.

Humiliating beyond words.

The same daughter she’d once nursed, now witnessing her mother in the most intimate, taboo act imaginable.

Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might bruise her ribs.

For a moment, she wanted to reject the idea entirely—to protect her dignity, to keep this secret locked away forever.

But then she looked up at Mika.

Her gaze drifted to his lips—still swollen from their kisses and something inside her melted.

Ever since he was a baby, she’d wanted this.

She’d wanted to breastfeed him. Just once.

When Mika was born, his constitution had demanded a very specific kind of breast milk—one that could nourish his unique body without overwhelming it, but also one that required the giver to withstand the draining pull of mana from her very core.

Even she, a battle angel, one of the strongest beings alive couldn’t handle it. One of her sisters had stepped in instead.

And Fauna had been jealous. Quietly, painfully jealous.

All these years, the longing had lingered like an unhealed wound.

Now...here was her chance.

She imagined it so vividly she could almost feel it: Mika’s adoring, innocent eyes looking up at her again, soft and trusting, while she gently guided him to her breast.

The warmth of his mouth, the gentle suction, the way his lashes would flutter as he drank from her.

She could stroke his hair, whisper soft encouragements, feel that deep, maternal bond rekindled in the most forbidden way.

The embarrassment was still there—crushing, overwhelming—but the thought of him suckling from her was so intoxicating, so achingly sweet, that it drowned everything else.

She looked up at him with a hesitant, trembling gaze.

"That’s...actually a really good idea, Mika." She finally said softly. "Let’s go with that."

"It makes complete sense." She continued, voice steadier now. "For you to just drink my breast milk. That’s exactly what we need right now."

"A steady, high-volume supply. Something your body can handle continuously. It’s perfect."

Mika nodded, pleased.

But then Fauna’s face fell again, worry creasing her brow.

"But...what about Anya?" She asked, voice small. "How will she take this entire matter? There’s no way she’ll calmly accept it."

"She’s going to go full-out rescue mode—lecturing us about how wrong this is, how taboo, how dangerous. She might not even agree to help at all."

Her fingers tightened on his arms, panic rising.

"She might even tell the others! The whole family will find out! Oh god, Mika—I’m going to have a panic attack just thinking about it—"

Mika gently placed a hand on her shoulder, steady and warm.

"It’s alright, Fauna." He murmured. "It’s alright."

He gave her a small, confident smile.

"I’m pretty sure...as long as I just explain that my penis is on the line here, that it could literally explode if we don’t go through with this—she won’t care about anything else. She’ll go along with it."

"After all, I’ve seen how fond she is of it." He continued casually. "She sucks the life out of it every single time, so I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t mind what’s going on here if it means saving it."

Fauna stared at him, cheeks flaming at the blunt reminder of her daughter’s...devotion.

But Mika sounded so confident. So certain.

Slowly, she nodded.

"Alright then." She whispered. "Let’s go with that."

She swallowed hard before adding,

"I’m honestly a little bit scared. Anya can be quite scary sometimes. Even I, her own mother sometimes hesitate to walk into the house when I know I’ve done something wrong, just in case she starts scolding me."

She reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together tightly.

"But right now...you’re by my side. And I think that will give me enough support. We’ll do this together." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Mika squeezed her hand back, smiling softly before he glanced around the room, then down at their naked bodies.

"Anyway....Let’s put our clothes back on and go back home first. Anya’s probably waiting for us with those pizzas she ordered."

They moved quickly as Fauna slipped back into her bra, adjusting the straps with practiced motions while sneaking glances at Mika as he tucked his still-impressively-hard cock back into his underwear.

She couldn’t help but watch—fascinated, almost reverent at how meticulously he managed to contain something so massive in such a small space.

It was like watching a work of art being carefully packed away.

She then shook her head at herself, cheeks pink.

’Funny.’ She thought. ’We’re putting clothes on...knowing full well they’ll probably come right back off again soon.’

Once they were both fully dressed, Mika grabbed his keys.

"Let’s go normally instead of flying." He said. "I brought the scooter, and I don’t want to leave it behind."

They stepped out of the room together.

But the moment they started down the hallway, one of the attendants spotted Fauna and hurried over, bowing politely.

"Lady Fauna." He said respectfully, bowing slightly. "May I clean the room you were using right now? Have you finished your duties?"

Fauna opened her mouth to say yes—then froze.

Her mind flashed to the bed: sheets soaked with saliva, slick with her arousal, streaked with traces of semen. Pillows askew and the air thick with the unmistakable musk of sex.

She flushed scarlet.

"No—no, it’s alright!" She blurted. "You can’t touch anything inside right now! Just...leave it for now. I’ll handle it later. Please."

The attendant blinked, then nodded quickly.

"Of course, ma’am. I’ll leave it as is."

He hurried away, while Fauna stared after him, mortified.

She didn’t feel like she was leaving a hospital right now.

She felt like she was sneaking out of a hotel room after an illicit affair.

Only worse.

Because the man beside her, the one she’d spent hours worshipping with her mouth was her own son.

Mika noticed her expression and gently took her hand again.

"Come on." He murmured. "Let’s go."

They walked to the elevator and as the doors slid shut with a soft ding, Fauna let out a shaky breath.

The enclosed space felt suddenly too intimate, too quiet after the chaos of the room they’d just left behind.

She glanced around at the walls reflecting their flushed faces, trying to shake off the lingering fear of being caught—of someone walking in on the mess they’d made, of the whole hospital finding out what she’d been doing with her own son.

Wanting to lighten the mood, to push the guilt away with something silly, she forced a small, playful smile and nudged Mika’s arm.

"Look, Mika." She said, voice light and teasing despite the tremor underneath. "It’s one of those elevators you always see in the movies."

"You know, the kind where the couple steps inside, and they’re so naughty they can’t hold themselves back, and they just...start kissing. Making out. Right there in public."

"Even though it’s so wrong, so risky...they still do it."

She laughed lightly, trying to make it sound like a joke.

But Mika slowly turned his head to look at her. His eyes darkened with that knowing, dangerous glint she was starting to recognize far too well.

"Yeah." He murmured, voice low. "It is."

Before she could blink, he leaned down, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her lips.

"Want to try it ourselves right now?" He whispered. "Since we have the elevator all to ourselves?"

Fauna’s eyes widened.

"Wait—hold up—"

But the words died in her throat.

Mika’s hands were already on her waist, strong and sure before he pulled her up against him, lifting her slightly so her feet barely touched the floor, and crushed his mouth to hers.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was passionate. Loving. Devouring.

His tongue pushed past her lips without hesitation, claiming her the way he had all night. Fauna made a muffled sound of surprise—then melted.

Completely.

Whenever Mika kissed her now, her body simply surrendered.

Logic, shame, the fact that this was her hospital, her workplace—none of it mattered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, fingers threading into his hair as she kissed him back with equal hunger.

Mika groaned low in his throat and pushed her back against the wall of the elevator.

The cool metal pressed against her spine as he pinned her there, one thigh sliding between hers, grinding just enough to make her whimper into his mouth.

His hands roamed—down her sides, up to cup her breasts through her dress, squeezing possessively while his tongue tangled with hers in wet, filthy strokes.

They kissed like the world was ending.

Like they might never get another chance.

And then—

Ding.

The elevator chimed as it reached the ground floor and the doors opened to a group of nurses waiting on the other side.