SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 368: Unattainable Flowers

It was lunchtime at the sprawling, sun-drenched Solaria Beyond Academy.

The main cafeteria sat beneath a soaring glass dome that made it feel like eating inside an enormous greenhouse.

A single ancient, massive tree grew straight through the center of the floor, and tables and benches curved around the trunk in concentric rings.

The food here was genuinely excellent—freshly baked breads, fragrant curries, crisp salads, tender grilled meats—but only the lower-tier students ate in the dome.

Support-class kids, miscellaneous department stragglers, anyone whose blessing ranked low enough that they didn’t qualify for better treatment.

The higher-blessed students—the ones the world actually revolved around—never set foot here.

They ate in private campus restaurants with velvet chairs and gold-trimmed menus, or had personal chefs deliver sealed trays straight to their dorms, or simply had family send gourmet packages from home.

Eating ’common’ food in public would have been social suicide. After all, once gaining any sort of high-level blessing changed them from the core as a person and made them feel like Gods, who always deserved better treatment then the others.

But Mika on the other hand wasn’t in the dome or any other establishment.

He was behind one of the academy’s oldest, half-forgotten buildings—an abandoned stone structure whose windows had long since been boarded up.

A narrow outdoor staircase led down to a sunken courtyard that no one ever used.

At the very bottom step, shaded by overhanging ivy, Mika sat with his back against the cool stone wall.

And on his lap—comfortably straddling him, legs draped over his thighs was Maria.

The infamous Maria.

The girl whose venomous tongue and glacial stare made even upperclassmen flinch.

Right now, though, she looked nothing like the terror of the Academy.

She sat sideways across Mika’s lap like it was the most natural place in the world, cool gray eyes half-lidded, utterly at ease—all the while Mika’s fingers moved steadily through her hair, sectioning and braiding with practiced ease.

She’d arrived late to their usual morning class—something about an extra combat evaluation and hadn’t had time to tie her hair up.

So here they were: him braiding her hair at the bottom of a forgotten staircase while the rest of the academy ate lunch above ground.

He had already finished one side and was working on the other.

Then, out of nowhere, she spoke.

"Mika." She said quietly, voice low and even. "Don’t you think we’ve been fucking way less than usual?"

Mika’s fingers paused for half a second—only half a second before resuming their work.

He kept his tone perfectly calm.

"No, not really, Maria." He tugged another section of hair into place. "I think I’ve been railing you exactly as much as before."

"I mean, whenever I get the chance—the classroom, the empty gymnasium after hours, any quiet corner we can steal—I take you."

"And every single time you leave red-faced, legs shaking, trying to look dignified while everyone wonders why the great Maria is blushing like a schoolgirl."

"So no...I don’t think I’ve been fucking you any less."

Maria tilted her head slightly, considering.

"Hmm. Yeah...actually, you’re right."

She let out a small breath.

"Before I met you I had terrible insomnia. Couldn’t sleep more than two hours at a time. But after you started tormenting me..."

A faint curve touched her lips.

"...after you started making my body quake every single time, after you started leaving me so sore that I could barely walk straight, I’d go back to my room and sleep like an absolute angel."

"Deep, dreamless, perfect sleep. And I’m still sleeping like that now without any of my old insomnia."

"So if I’m still getting that level of exhaustion, that means you’re still fucking me just as hard as before."

She paused.

"But at the same time..."

She turned slowly in his lap until she was looking up at him, her cool eyes locked onto his.

"...something feels wrong. Something isn’t right."

Mika tied off the second braid with a small flourish, then met her gaze.

"Wrong how?"

Maria leaned in closer, close enough that her breath ghosted across his lips.

"It’s your semen volume."

Mika blinked.

"What?"

She glanced pointedly downward—toward his crotch, then back up at his face.

"Whenever you bust inside me...whenever you push it all the way in and hold me there while you empty everything...I can literally feel my womb fill up."

"It’s like someone turned on a faucet inside me. I can feel the heat spreading, the pressure building, the sheer volume flooding every corner. But lately..."

She shook her head slowly.

"...I don’t feel that same amount. It’s still a lot—gods, it’s still enough that I could probably fill a soup bowl and drink it all—but it’s noticeably less than before."

"Definitely not the same overwhelming flood."

She leaned even closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

"And I’m definitely not imagining it as, usually after you finish I have to go straight to the bathroom and push it all out. It takes a solid five minutes, sometimes longer for it all to drip out of me."

"But nowadays? Two and a half minutes. Maybe three. Half the time. Half the amount."

Her fingers tightened slightly on his shoulders.

"So tell me honestly, Mika..." Her eyes narrowed, sharp and searching. "...where exactly is all that missing cum going?"

"Because it’s definitely not staying inside my pussy anymore. It’s going somewhere else."

She tilted her head.

"Some other woman, maybe?"

Mika opened his mouth to answer—already preparing a smooth deflection—but before he could get a single word out, Maria shook her head sharply.

"Actually...never mind."

She waved one hand dismissively, though her eyes never left his face.

"I don’t even need to ask if it’s another woman or not. It most definitely is."

She shifted slightly in his lap, getting more comfortable as if settling in for a long dissection.

"With how many women are constantly chasing after you, with how every single Battle Angel’s daughter in this academy practically runs after your tail with hearts in their eyes, it’s only natural you’d be banging more women."

She gave a small, dry shrug.

"I already knew that about that before I even properly met you."

Her gaze then sharpened—suspicious, almost amused.

"But..." She leaned in closer until their noses almost touched. "...I feel like there are more women in your life now. More than before. Newcomers, I would say."

"And it makes sense..."

She pulled back with a thoughtful look on her face, while Mika was looking away like he wasn’t feeling comfortable with where this was going.

"Honestly, with how incredibly happy you’ve been lately. Whatever these women are doing to you, it’s keeping you excited all the time. I can look into those eyes of yours and tell something good—no, something great has happened."

She reached up, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

"Before, there used to be a certain loneliness, a coldness behind your eyes, even when you had that big, fake smile on your face...But now?"

"That’s gone. Your face is brighter than ever."

"So tell me, Mika, who are these women giving you so much happiness?"

Mika looked at her in genuine dismay for a long moment—unable to believe how quickly she’d pieced it together.

Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he finished adding the blue ribbons on her braids.

"Wow...I really didn’t have to give it to you, Maria. You managed to figure all that out just from noticing there was less cum inside you."

He leaned back slightly, resting his hands on her hips.

"If you can deduce someone’s entire secret love life from a change in semen volume...you should become an investigator."

"No murderer, no robbery, no conspiracy would ever go unsolved. You’d probably be the best in the entire world."

Maria’s lips curved, just a tiny smirk.

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

"As for your question..." He reached up and lightly tapped the tip of her nose. "...I will be honest and say yes. There are a couple of new women in my life. And honestly?"

"These women are some I never thought I would actually be able to reach."

"Women that were honestly too high for me."

"Women I never thought I could even lay my hands on."

"But to my surprise, they actually fell for me...well, it’s why I’m so happy."

He trailed off, smile turning private, almost shy.

Maria watched him closely—then gave a small, knowing huff.

"That’s honestly the most suprising thing I’ve ever heard from your mouth, Mika. After all, with how narcissistic you are, you’d probably say any woman on the planet isn’t out of reach for you."

"No matter how high her position, no matter how beautiful she is, you’d say you could get her."

She said with flourish to highlight his arrogance.

"That’s just how cocky you are. So, to hear you admit there are some women out there, who even you’re afraid of is genuinely shocking."

But then, her touch turned gentle again. She caressed his face, her fingers lingering on his lips.

"And yet, looking at you...I believe your confidence."

"I mean, just look at those eyes, those beautiful dark eyes of yours. It would be hard for any woman not to fall. Or at least feel her belly flutter."

Her fingers drifted upward, threading through his fluffy hair.

"And this hair...so soft...it makes anyone want to coddle you. Run their hands through it like they’re petting a puppy."

She gave his scalp a gentle, affectionate scratch.

"I honestly believe that no women is unattainable when it comes to you."

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye again.

"So that actually makes me wonder...who exactly are these women that even you think you can’t reach? That even you think are too high?"

Mika felt the conversation veering dangerously close to territory he wasn’t ready to expose yet.

He opened his mouth to deflect, something light, something teasing—

But Maria’s hand suddenly held her chin, like she was mentally climbing a ladder of possibilities.

"If it’s a woman you yourself believe you can’t reach...then she must be very high up."

"Someone no ordinary person would ever dream of touching."

"Maybe a celebrity? A singer? A musician? An idol? An actress?"

She shook her head immediately.

"No...no, no, no. Too low. Those people are all reachable in your eyes."

Her gaze sharpened.

"Higher, then. A Blessed. Not just any Blessed—a high-ranking one."

"Maybe A-class...S-class...SS-class..."

She shook her head again—faster this time.

"No. Even then. I still believe you have the charm and the wit to make even those women fall. Even if they’re high and mighty, that handsome face of yours..."

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"...your sheer confidence..."

Her hand slid down his chest, then lower—gently caressing his thighs.

"...and finally this massive cock of yours will definitely help you take them down."

"So it’s not that either."

Maria went quiet for a long second, thinking harder.

Then her eyes widened slightly.

"Higher than that, there’s really only one level left."

"...SSS-class Blessed."

She blinked.

"But that’s utterly impossible. Those are literally your mothers. The ones who took care of you. Not to mention their daughters are also in love with you. So it can’t be them either."

She froze.

Her gaze snapped back to his face—sharp, searching, realization dawning.

"But at the same time...those are exactly the women I was just talking about."

"Unattainable flowers. Women you simply can’t reach no matter what. Women no one would ever think of touching in that way."

Mika felt a cold trickle of unease slide down his spine.

She was too nosy.

Too smart.

She was inches away from uncovering the exact nature of his recent conquests, and while he knew she wouldn’t judge him, he wasn’t ready for the confrontation that would surely follow.

He opened his mouth to shift the topic, but the universe did it for him.

Multiple footsteps echoed from above.

Maria went silent instantly before they both turned.

A group of girls was descending the staircase—six of them.

And surprisingly, the moment they spotted Mika and Maria, their eyes lit up with excitement and relief.

Without a word they fanned out—surrounding the bottom step in a perfect semicircle, blocking any easy escape.

And they weren’t just any girls.

Curved obsidian horns rose from their temples.

Small, iridescent scales shimmered along their cheekbones and collarbones.

Their eyes were slit-pupiled, glossy and sharp like polished jet.

Thick, muscular reptilian tails swayed behind them—some tipped with sharp ridges, others ending in delicate, almost feathered barbs.

They were from the Dragon-race.

And judging by the way they were staring at Mika like hungry predators who’d finally cornered long-awaited prey...

...they definitely had business with him.