SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 366: I’m Not Just Your Mother, I’m Your Lover As Well!
After hours of endless exchange, milk flowing in every direction—the rhythm eventually slowed.
Fauna’s body was the first to give out.
Her breaths came in heavy, exhausted pants; her arms trembled when she tried to lift them again.
Anya wasn’t far behind—her eyelids drooping, cheeks flushed, stomach visibly rounded from how much milk she’d swallowed.
Both women were utterly spent, their once-eager movements now sluggish and weak.
Meanwhile, Mika, still brimming with energy, looked down at them with a soft, knowing smile.
"Alright, you two." He murmured, voice low and warm. "That’s enough for tonight."
He gathered them both in his arms—Fauna on his right, Anya on his left and carried them to the bedroom nearby.
He tossed them gently onto the soft sheets; they landed with little muffled sounds of surprise, then immediately curled into him the moment he climbed in after them.
Fauna nuzzled against his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh. Anya pressed her face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
Within seconds their breathing evened out and exhaustion had finally claimed them both.
Mika stared down at their peaceful, flushed faces and let out a quiet, proud laugh under his breath.
They looked adorable like this—hair messy, lips swollen, faint traces of dried milk still clinging to the corners of their mouths. He brushed a strand of hair from Fauna’s cheek, then did the same for Anya.
And what made even more happier then the fact that he was being embraced by Fauna and Anya in such a loving manner was the fact that he knew that this wasn’t going to be a one-night thing.
Earlier, while they were still catching their breath between rounds, he had already explained it to them.
"Thanks to both of you...the substance in my body has stabilized. I’m in a safe state right now. The serum isn’t going to kill me tonight."
Fauna’s eyes had immediately filled with relieved tears; she’d clutched his hand so hard it hurt
"But..." He’d continued, stroking her hair. "...it can’t all be expelled in one go. The substance is too deeply embedded."
"Because of that we’re going to have to keep doing this. Multiple days, maybe weeks and I’ll have to come over quite often to keep draining it out..."
He’d given them a slow, knowing smile.
"...if you know what I mean."
Fauna had blushed crimson, immediately understanding exactly what he meant.
She would have to suck his cock—regularly—milking every drop of semen out of him, while letting him drink her milk in return to keep the cycle going.
Anya herself had nodded eagerly, already volunteering.
"I’ll keep supplying Mom with mana. I’ll make sure her breasts stay full for you, Mika. Every time you need it."
Fauna had hesitated only a second before whispering,
"Yes...yes, I’ll do it. Whenever you need me...I’ll be ready."
And just like that, Fauna had been given her lifeline.
She’d been wondering what would happen when the ’procedure’ ended—whether things would go back to cold distance, whether the taboo heat between them would vanish like smoke.
Now she had assurance: Mika would keep coming back. She’d keep sucking him dry. He’d keep drinking from her. They’d keep filling each other with milk and cum and everything in between.
It was permission to indulge—for as long as it took.
And with that, everything was falling perfectly into place.
All he had to do now was keep pushing—keep degrading them further, drawing them deeper into debauchery, molding them slowly until they were completely his.
And when the final step of his plan came, when he pulled that last thread...
...everything would fall perfectly into place.
They would belong to him—mind, body, soul.
Mika was rather proud of himself for that.
Not long ago he’d believed his family was untouchable.
That he could never show them his real self, never cross that line.
He’d kept them at arm’s length, cold and distant, convinced it was safer that way.
Now look at them.
Naked. Curled against him. Marked by him. Filled by him. Sleeping like they belonged right here.
He was proud of himself, viciously proud.
But one problem remained.
His cock was still rock-hard—throbbing insistently against Fauna’s thigh, refusing to go down with two gorgeous, naked women pressed to either side of him.
Sleep wasn’t happening like this.
So, with a quiet sigh he reached for his phone on the nightstand, figuring he’d scroll something mindless until the erection calmed.
But the moment he turned on the screen he was gobsmacked.
The screen lit up with notifications.
34 missed calls.
45 unread messages.
All from the same person.
Yelena.
His stomach dropped.
He hadn’t told her earlier that he was staying over at Fauna’s house tonight. He also hadn’t answered her texts. Hadn’t called back.
And Yelena and Fauna had always been rivals—sisters who loved each other fiercely but competed viciously over everything, especially attention from him.
So, the fact that he was staying over once again meant this was probably already a powder keg that was going to be lit any moment.
He really didn’t want to deal with her fury right now.
’But...Yelena would probably be worried too. Under all the anger.’
He sighed again, thumb hovering.
’Just one quick video call.’ He thought. ’If she was asleep, I leave a message and deal with the explosion tomorrow.’
He hit call.
The screen rang once.
And unfortunately for him, it connected instantly and Yelena’s face filled the frame instantly.
And she looked furious.
Brows drawn tight, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes blazing even through the low light of whatever room she was in.
But what made Mika’s breath catch—and his cock twitch painfully—was what she was wearing.
Black, sheer lingerie that was completely see-through.
The fabric clung to her curves like smoke, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her full breasts were clearly visible—nipples dark and stiff against the lace.
The thong beneath was barely there, outlining every line of her hips and the smooth mound between her thighs.
She looked like sin personified.
But just as Mika was silently admiring the way the sheer black lace clung to Yelena’s curves—reality snapped him back and he realised how Yelena was going to react.
So, he quickly thumbed the volume slider down to almost nothing.
And right on cue, Yelena’s voice exploded through the tiny speaker anyway.
"Mika! What the hell are you doing right now?!"
She hissed, leaning so close to her camera that her furious face filled the entire screen.
"You told me you were going for a test today! You said you’d be back! And what happened? You disappeared—again!"
"You did the exact same thing last time! You went to Fauna’s place and didn’t come back for an entire day!"
She narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"And what is that little goblin doing? Always stealing you away from me!"
"Actually forget her! Let’s focus on you! I reminded you—over and over—to come straight home tonight. I knew that little devil would try to keep you. I warned you!"
Her cheeks flushed suddenly, her voice dropping to a flustered, almost embarrassed mutter as she admitted,
"I-I even...I sucked your cock four times this morning before I let you leave. Four times! Just so you’d remember how much I didn’t want you staying over with her..."
"...And what did you do?"
She glared harder.
"You stayed over at her place. Didn’t you?"
Even though that was exactly what happened, Mika knew he couldn’t just roll over that easily.
He schooled his features into an exaggerated look of offense—eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open like she’d accused him of murder.
"What are you talking about, Yelena?"
He said, voice deliberately calm and confused.
"Why are you so sure I’m even at Fauna’s place? I could be anywhere right now. I could be in a completely different realm for all you know."
He leaned back slightly, letting the camera catch more of the dark bedroom behind him—but carefully keeping Fauna and Anya out of frame.
"You’re accusing me way too fast, you know. And because of how less you trust me I actually feel hurt you know and wouldn’t mind an apology from you."
But even though he said that with genuine emotion, Yelena stared at him through the screen like he’d grown a second head.
Then she let out a slow, exasperated sigh.
"Mika...I literally know that Fauna is probably right next to you sleeping right now."
Mika blinked.
He quickly glanced at the edge of his screen—making sure only pillows were visible behind him.
"How...How do you know that?" He asked, genuinely thrown.
"You didn’t see anything." He added quickly. "You can’t see her face sticking out or anything."
Yelena rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible as she said,
"I don’t need to see anything, after all I can literally hear her sleeping."
She paused, tilting her head as if listening through the phone.
"After after spending countless nights sleeping next to her—I know exactly what she sounds like when she’s out cold."
"She doesn’t exactly snore, but her nose makes this cute little whistle-whine every time she breathes in and out. Like a tiny flute playing."
"And I can hear it right now. So...she’s right there, isn’t she?"
Mika instinctively glanced at Fauna again. Sure enough—soft inhale...tiny, adorable whistle on the exhale.
But Yelena wasn’t done.
"And also..." She squinted at the edge of the frame. "I see a faint rainbow shimmer on the corner of the screen. There’s only one person I know who has rainbow hair. And Anya’s probably curled up on your other side right now, isn’t she?"
Mika stared at the screen for a long second.
Then he let out a small, defeated laugh and made an exaggerated ping-pong noise with his mouth, like she’d just won a game show.
"Amazing detective skills, Yelena. You got us."
He then slowly lowered the phone, angling it just enough to show both sleeping women.
Anya tucked against his left shoulder, Fauna draped over his right, both blissfully unconscious, naked and flushed.
"Exactly as you said. Both mother and daughter are with me right now."
The moment Fauna appeared clearly on screen—breasts completely bare, nipples still swollen and dark, pressed against Mika’s side—Yelena’s eyes widened, then narrowed into slits.
"This goddamn goblin—why is she naked again?!" She exploded. "I’ve told her so many times—stop being such a shameless nudist! Have some propriety around our son! Wear clothes when he’s there!"
"But she never listens!"
"She’s always walking around in just underwear or nothing at all whenever you’re nearby. She doesn’t even care about basic decency!"
She leaned closer, furious as she ordered,
"Wake her up, Mika. Right now. I want to give that damn pervert a piece of my mind!"
But Mika raised a placating hand.
"She’s already had a really long day, Yelena. She was testing me the whole day and she’s completely exhausted. It’s better not to wake her right now."
Yelena huffed, clearly frustrated, but something in his tone made her back off—just a little.
"Fine." She muttered. "But you could have told her, right? You could have said, ’Hey, maybe put some clothes on around me.’ In the past it was fine when you were a kid, but you’re an adult now."
"There should be some level of distance, shouldn’t there?"
Mika’s lips twitched.
He couldn’t help the slow, knowing smirk that spread across his face.
"You really are the last person who should be giving lectures about propriety and indecency right now."
Yelena blinked, while he tilted the phone slightly so the camera caught more of her.
"I mean...look at what you’re wearing."
Her eyes flicked down—then snapped back up, cheeks instantly flaming.
The black lingerie was even more obscene on camera—every curve, every shadow, every stiff nipple clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
"You’re literally wearing something women use to entice men into bed." Mika continued, voice low and teasing. "And you’re openly showing it to me right now..."
"...You should really be telling someone else about propriety and whatnot."
"Th-That’s completely different, Mika!"
Yelena spluttered, hands flying up to cover herself—then dropping again because it was pointless.
"Completely different! You can’t compare! That one over there—"
She jabbed a finger toward the sleeping Fauna on screen.
"—is just your mother! But me? I’m not only your mother...I-I am also your...your..."
"My, what Yelena?" Mika teased. "What exactly are you aside from my mother?"
"I-I am your...lover, Mika!"
She managed to finally say in a fluster and the moment she did she got even more courage and continued while confidently tilting her head up.
"I’m your mother and your lover, Mika. So it’s completely fine for me to wear this...But her?"
She gestured again.
"She shouldn’t be naked next to you. That’s strange. She really needs to change that habit."
Hearing this, Mika couldn’t help but be quietly amused.
Yelena had no idea—none—how far things had already gone.
She still thought Fauna’s nudity was just her usual carefree nudist behavior, something the whole family had long accepted as ’that’s just how Fauna is.’
She had no clue that right now, Fauna was naked because Mika had spent hours milking her breasts, filling her pussy with their combined milk, and drinking it straight from her cunt while Anya helped.
And he had no intention of telling her.
Not yet.
Better to keep the status quo for now.
And he knew the more they talked about it, the more likely Yelena’s sharp mind would start connecting dots, so he smoothly changed the subject.
"Anyway, forget all that. Putting everything behind us for a second..."
"...why exactly are you wearing lingerie right now, Yelena?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"It’s not exactly what you usually sleep in. You’re always complaining about how cold it is at night because there’s barely anything covering you."
"So...what’s with the see-through black lace tonight?"
Yelena froze.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again and she suddenly looked very small on the screen—cheeks burning, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the lace.
"I...I just..."
She swallowed hard before finally saying,
"I was...waiting for you to come home."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I thought...if I wore something like this and called you showing it...maybe you’d..."
She trailed off, biting her lip but Mika finished for her
"...you thought I’d get unbelievably turned on and rush home to fuck you?"
Yelena’s eyes flashed—half embarrassed, half challenging before she timidly admitted,
"Maybe...Is that a problem?"
