SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!
Chapter 24: Venus Complex

Chapter 24: Venus Complex

Mika sighed, his thoughts drifting to the behavior Charlotte was displaying, a behavior he’d seen before, not just in her but in her sisters, all burdened with SSS-tier blessings that their young bodies struggled to contain.

It wasn’t just lust, though the intensity of her actions screamed desire, it was a side effect of their overwhelming power, a phenomenon he’d dubbed the ’Venus Complex’, after the goddess of love and beauty, whose radiance set her above all others.

The daughters, and even their mothers, carried such immense power that their human vessels, still immature, couldn’t fully stabilize it.

In moments of emotional overload, relief, love, fear, their power leaked out, manifesting as a God Complex, a fleeting belief that they were above everyone else, their desires unrestrained, their actions unbound by moral limits.

For Charlotte, this meant her love for Mika, her gratitude for his heroism, spilled over into this fervent, lustful devotion, her need to be close to him overriding all else.

If her deepest desire had been violence, she’d be on a rampage, blood on her hands instead of his fingers in her mouth.

Thankfully, the daughters desires leaned toward devotion, not destruction, making these episodes easier to manage, though no less intense.

Also, only those with SSS-tier blessings, ten in the world, the five daughters and their mothers, exhibited this, along with a few SS-tier individuals in their younger years.

Mika had studied it, seen it in action, and knew it was why Charlotte was acting this way, her heart’s desire to be intimate with him pouring out without restraint, her power amplifying her emotions into this sultry, unrestrained display.

His hand was now soaked, warm and gooey with her saliva, and he grimaced, his voice tinged with exasperation as he glanced at her.

"Charlotte, my hand’s a mess. I need to wipe this off or something."

But before he could reach for a tissue, Charlotte pulled his hand from her mouth with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening, her eyes glowing with a pinkish hue, her expression one of unsatisfied hunger.

She held his hand tightly, pressing it against her chest, her voice low and sultry, dripping with need.

"This isn’t enough, Mika...Not nearly enough." Her fingers traced his, her gaze locked on his hand as if it were a sacred relic. "I don’t just want to feel your hand in my mouth. I want to feel it everywhere all over my body, marking every inch of me."

"...That’s the only way I can show my love, show how much this hand, this heroic, divine hand, means to me."

Mika’s eyes widened, a chill creeping up his neck as she dragged his hand downward, her movements slow and careful, her breath hitching with anticipation.

Her fingers guided his across her neck, her skin warm and smooth, then lower, tracing her collarbone, the delicate curve catching the light. She then paused at the edge of her white top, its buttons straining against her full, heaving breasts, and without hesitation, she pressed his hand against one, his palm sinking into the soft, pliant flesh, even through the fabric.

Her breast was heavy, impossibly soft, like a cloud enveloping his hand, and she moaned softly, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Just like this, Mika...I want to feel your rugged, strong hands all over me. These thick fingers, so powerful, need to mark every part of me!♡~"

She moved his hand, rubbing it against her breast, her fingers guiding his to knead the soft flesh, her nipple hardening beneath the fabric.

"Here..." She murmured, her voice husky, her eyes half-closed as she shifted his hand to her other breast, pressing it just as firmly, her body arching slightly into his touch. "Here, too. I want to feel you everywhere, Mika. Your touch, your strength, it feels so good against my heart!♡~"

Her breaths came in soft, needy gasps, her body trembling as she used his hand to pleasure herself, her nipples straining against her top, poking through like they were begging to be free, to be touched directly.

Mika watched, his expression full of resignation and reluctant amusement, knowing he had no choice but to let her ride out this wave of her Venus Complex.

She held his hand against one breast, her fingers pressing his into the soft, warm flesh, her voice a sultry caress as she spoke, her pink-tinged eyes locked on his.

"Feel how soft my breasts are, Mika...They’re like fresh, warm buns straight from a bakery, crafted just for you."

She giggled, her voice playful but thick with desire, her fingers guiding his to squeeze her breast, the flesh spilling over his hand, heavy and pliant.

"I’m the chef who made these for you, kneaded them with love, just so you could savor them."

She paused, her giggle turning mischievous as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear, her lips brushing his skin.

"Well, maybe not me, my mother’s the chef, since she’s the one who shaped this body...But these breasts? They’re yours, Mika. You can touch them, taste them, claim them whenever you want♡~"

She pressed his hand harder, her nipple rubbing against his palm, the fabric of her bra and top doing little to dull the sensation, her body trembling with delight all the while Mika’s face remained blank, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

Seeing his half-baked reaction, her pout deepened, her eyes glowing a brighter pink, her voice turning more insistent as she guided his palm directly over her nipple, pressing it firmly, her breath hitching.

"See, Mika, feel this..." She whispered, her voice a sultry caress, her body quivering with need. "Even through my bra, you can feel how much my nipple’s throbbing for you. It’s aching, pulsing, begging for your touch."

She moved his hand to her other breast, using his index finger to circle her nipple, the hard peak straining against her clothes, poking out defiantly.

"This one’s just as eager, Mika. It’s throbbing, too, screaming to be kissed, to feel your lips wrap around it, your tongue teasing it."

Her gaze was lustful, her eyes locked on his, her voice dripping with fervent adoration as she leaned closer, her lips hovering near his, her breath hot and teasing.

"I want both my nipples in your mouth, Mika...They’re perfect for you, pink, perky, just the right size for your lips to claim."

"...I want you to suck them, to taste them, to make them yours!♡~"

She pressed his hand harder, her nipple grinding against his palm, her breaths coming in soft, needy moans.

"They’re so sensitive right now, aching for your mouth, your tongue...Can’t you feel how much I love you, how much my body craves you?"

But once again, no matter what she said, Mika’s expression didn’t shift, his blank stare only fueling her determination to provoke a reaction.

Her pout deepened, her eyes glowing an even brighter pink, her power surging as she slid his hand lower, to the underside of her breasts, the soft, fluffy flesh yielding under his touch.

She guided his hand to lift her breast, letting him feel its substantial weight, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Look, Mika, feel how heavy my breasts are. So full, so soft, crafted just for you."

She moved his hand to her other breast, making him cup it, his fingers sinking into the warm, jiggly flesh, the weight heavy in his palm.

"I carry these around every day, walking to school, to the store, to my room...It’s such a task, Mika, because they’re so big, probably ten kilos each."

"But I don’t care how heavy they are, Mika." She giggled, her voice playful but thick with desire, as she used his hand like a scale, lifting her breast, letting him feel its heft. "As long as I can feel your hands on me at the end of the day, it’s worth every second. Every part of me, my breasts, my body, my heart is yours."

Her eyes gleamed, her gaze lustful and almost dangerous as she pressed his hand harder, her nipple rubbing against his fingers, her voice dropping to a fervent whisper.

"But of course, if I didn’t need these breasts to show my love, to make you want me, I’d have cut them off long ago, since without your recognition they are simply bags of fat that weigh me down and something I could live without."

Hearing this absurd statement, Mika’s lips twitched, his calm demeanor finally cracking as a flicker of alarm crossed his eyes at how far she was willing to go for his attention.

"Ah, I got you to react, didn’t I? Finally!" Seeing that she finally managed to make him react, she giggled, her tone bright with victory, her eyes gleaming. "For a second, I thought I couldn’t even make you smile. You were stone-faced the whole time I was pouring my heart out!"

"Of course I’d react when you say something as dangerous as that!" Mika’s voice was sharp with exasperation as he responded, tugging at his hand. "Saying something like cutting off your own flesh, like a crazy person!"

"...No matter how much willpower I have, that kind of statement would make anyone flinch."

Charlotte’s smile turned vibrant, her voice bright and fervent as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, her nipple grazing his fingers through her bra.

"Oh no, Mika! I’m not a crazy person, I’m just crazy for you!...You got to learn the difference."

"And it’s only natural that I’m acting this way! I mean, you saved my life today!...Seeing you push me out of the way, so fearless, so strong, it made my heart race so fast I thought it’d jump out of my chest!"

Her voice then dropped to a lewd, sultry whisper, her eyes gleaming with a shy but bold confession, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"And you know, I was going to keep this a secret, because it’s kind of embarrassing, but...when you pushed me out of the way, m-my body reacted."

"I-I was so overwhelmed, so in love with you in that moment, that I...I—"

"...I squirted a little, right there on the spot!"