SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!
Chapter 50: I’ll Make Them All Mine!

Chapter 50: I’ll Make Them All Mine!

Just as Mika started to relax, Charlotte stepped back slightly and grabbed onto his right hand with both of hers, pressing her chest against his arm like an affectionate cat.

"Eh? What are you doing now?" Mika asked warily.

Before he could pull away, Yelena’s hands came up too, and she wrapped her fingers firmly around his left hand, mirroring Charlotte’s gesture.

Mika stared at the two of them with a look of utter disbelief.

"Wait a second. Why are you both grabbing me like this? I already agreed to come home with you! I’m not going to run away!"

Yelena smirked. "Oh no, Mika. We’re not taking any chances this time. You’ve slipped through our fingers far too many times."

Charlotte nodded gravely. "You’re like a snake, you know. Always wriggling free. And the only way to catch a snake..." She grinned. "...is to grab both the head and the tail at the same time."

Mika’s expression contorted. "Head and tail?! I’m not some wild animal! Let me go already!"

But they didn’t let up.

"If your fans down there saw you like this, they’d cry blood!" Mika exclaimed, trying to wriggle free.

"Let them cry." Charlotte said bluntly, her grip tightening. "They can all die for all I care."

"Charlotte!" Mika gasped in horror.

"Don’t look at me like that." She said. "You’re mine right now. I couldn’t care less what those lunatics down there think."

Yelena, too, showed no mercy. "She’s right. Who are they to say anything? I’ve saved them countless times before. If they don’t like what they see, they can shove it."

"Yelena!" Mika choked out. "You’re a savior of humanity! You can’t just abandon humanity for my sake!"

"Watch me." She said flatly, poking his chest with one finger. "If anyone dares complain, I’ll silence them myself. Who’s going to stop me?"

Mika let out a long, strangled groan. "This isn’t love anymore. This is...this is tyranny! You’re both too much! I can’t breathe with this much affection!"

But the mother-daughter duo only smirked in unison, their eyes glinting with victory as they began pulling him towards the window together.

Mika also gasped when he noticed where Yelena and Charlotte were leading him. His eyes darted to the open window, where a cool breeze fluttered against his face. His stomach dropped like a stone as a horrifying thought formed in his mind.

"Wait...wait, hold on!" Mika dug his shoes into the floor, trying to resist their pull as panic laced his voice. "What are you two doing? Don’t tell me you’re...you’re going to throw me out the window! Is this how it ends for me?"

"Are you really planning to toss me out there and feed me to that pack of rabid fans?! They’ll rip me apart for even touching the great Goddess and her precious daughter!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on his arm. "Ugh, you’re being so silly, Mika! No one’s throwing you anywhere."

"Exactly..." Yelena said smoothly, her calm smile somehow making him even more uneasy. "Relax. Since we obviously can’t use the front entrance, we’re going out our way."

"Our way...?" Mika echoed, his voice cracking slightly.

Yelena’s smile turned mischievous. "Who said bikes or cars were the best mode of transportation? My favorite ride is already waiting outside."

Before Mika could process her words, a series of golden swords appeared midair, materializing into perfect steps leading out of the window. The swords glimmered under the light as if showing off their craftsmanship.

Charlotte tugged Mika forward. "Come on! We’re climbing up."

"Climbing where?! To our deaths?!"

Mika yelped as they led him up the enchanted sword stairs and onto the narrow ridge of the window. The wind whipped against them, and Mika felt his knees wobble as he dared to peek down. Below them, hundreds of fans swarmed like ants, their shouts and chants faint but growing louder.

Then he noticed it.

Hovering just outside the window was a massive broadsword, ancient yet sleek, with a smooth blade that gleamed under the moonlight. Its hilt was ornate, lined with intricate golden designs and a glowing core that thrummed with power.

Yelena gestured toward it proudly. "There it is. How’s my new flying sword? Isn’t it beautiful?"

"Whoa..." Charlotte gasped in awe. "Mama, it’s amazing! It’s gorgeous, and it looks so fast too!"

Yelena’s eyes softened at her daughter’s excitement and she couldn’t help but joke a little. "Thank you, my little fox. It’s the newest model. Got it just last month. Top speed, incredible balance, and enough space for all three of us to ride. Perfect for quick getaways."

Meanwhile, Mika’s face drained of all color as he stared at the flying blade.

"N-No...No way. Nope. Not happening. I’ll pass. I’ll just...I’ll just take a cab. Or the one you can order on your phone! Yeah, that seems fine. Or even the bus! I promise I’ll come to your house later, okay? Just let me go back down now—"

"Stop being dramatic." Charlotte cut in as she stepped onto the massive blade without hesitation. "You’ve ridden Mama’s sword plenty of times before. You’re not some rookie, Mika. You’ll be fine."

"I agree." Yelena said matter-of-factly, following her daughter and standing gracefully on the sword’s broad surface. "Come along, Mika. We don’t have time for your nonsense."

But Mika dug in his heels again, gripping the window frame. "My life insurance doesn’t cover falling from a flying sword! I’m serious! What if I slip? Or worse, what if that thing malfunctions mid-air?!"

"You’re being ridiculous." Yelena’s tone was patient but sharp.

"This isn’t ridiculous! It’s called basic survival instincts!"

Before he could protest further, Charlotte grabbed his arm with surprising strength and yanked him forward. "You’re coming. End of story."

Reluctantly, Mika stepped onto the blade, wobbling as the sword hummed beneath his feet. "Oh God...oh no. This is it. This is where I die."

"Stop being overdramatic." Yelena said lightly. "You’re perfectly safe."

Just as Mika opened his mouth to retort, a sudden chorus of screams erupted from below.

"LOOK! LOOK UP THERE! AM I DREAMING?!"

"IT’S HER! IT’S REALLY HER! THE GODDESS HERSELF!"

"OH MY GOD!! THE SWORD MAIDEN! HER HAIR! IT’S SHINING LIKE HOLY LIGHT!"

"AND CHARLOTTE’S WITH HER! THE HEAVENLY DUO! AHHHHHHH I’M GONNA PASS OUT!!"

"WAIT...WAIT A DAMN SECOND?! WHO...WHO’S THAT GUY?! WHO’S THAT GUY WITH THEM?!"

"HE’S...HE’S TOUCHING THEM! OH GOD. HE’S TOUCHING THE GODDESS AND HER DAUGHTER!"

"HE’S DEAD! HE’S A DEAD MAN! SOMEBODY CALL THE FEDERATION! THE CHURCH! THE EMPEROR! CALL EVERYONE!!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH I CAN’T BREATHE!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! MY EYES! MY HEART! I’M GOING TO EXPLODE!!"

"HE’S BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS THEM! HOW DARE HE?! SOMEBODY EXECUTE HIM!!"

"FAINTING...I’M ACTUALLY FAINTING! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING THIS HOLY AND THIS BLASPHEMOUS AT THE SAME TIME!"

Mika stiffened as his face paled even further. "Oh God...they’ve spotted us. I told you this was a bad idea!"

Charlotte burst out laughing. "Pffft! Oh nooo, the poor fans. They can’t handle seeing their goddess with a man. I bet they’re dying inside!"

"Enough teasing." Yelena said firmly, taking control as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. "We need to leave now before this escalates further. Are you two ready to go home?"

Charlotte grinned brightly, hugging Mika tightly from behind. "Of course! Let’s go, Mama!"

"Hey! Don’t cling to me like that!" Mika said, trying to pry her off as she snuggled against his back.

Charlotte ignored him completely. "Oh, Mika, we’re going to have so much fun! I’m going to spend all my time with you, you hear me? You’re not escaping me anymore. I’m going to stick to you like a leech! You’ll never get rid of me!"

"Please...I’m begging you...have mercy..." Mika groaned, feeling her arms tighten around him.

Yelena smirked. "Hold on tight, both of you. We’re taking off."

"Wait...Wait, i’m not read—"

Before Mika could finish, the massive sword shot off into the sky with a sudden burst of speed, cutting through the air like a missile.

"Woooooo!" Charlotte screamed joyfully. "Faster, Mama! Faster!"

Yelena chuckled. "You got it."

Down below, the crowd erupted into screams of awe and chaos as they watched their goddess vanish into the sky.

"THE SWORD MAIDEN IS FLYING AWAY! SHE’S GONE!!"

"WHO WAS THAT MAN?! WHY WAS HE WITH HER?!"

"HE’S DEAD IF WE EVER SEE HIM!!"

As their voices faded behind him, Mika hung on tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Charlotte and Yelena’s warmth pressed against him on both sides.

But in the back of his mind, another thought was taking root, a darker, more determined thought.

’This is it...’ The thought coiled in his mind like a serpent as a slow, evil grin spread across his face. ’This is where it all begins. I’ll make them all mine. Every last one of them.’

’The mothers...The daughters...Every delicate heart, every beautiful body...All of them will belong to me.

He could already see it vividly: twelve stunning women wrapped around him in a twisted knot of bare skin and flushed faces, their moans filling the air as their fingers clawed at his back.

One buried her face into his chest, another straddled him with desperate hunger in her eyes, two more clung to his arms like he was the only thing keeping them alive.

Each of them completely his, their minds shattered because of his utter devotion for them and rebuilt to think only of him.

The vision alone made his fingers tighten around Yelena’s arm, a flicker of dark, almost feral hunger flashing in his eyes.

And then the thought came suddenly...

If the world ever dared to touch a single hair on them...

If anyone tried to drag even one of them away from him...

A low, dangerous chuckle slipped from his lips as he whispered under his breath,

"...then I’ll just bring about the second-coming of the apocalypse onto this very world."

Hearing Mika chuckle and mutter to himself like a crazy person, Charlotte blinked, her eyes glancing up at him in surprise.

"Hm? Mika, what did you just say? Something about the apocalypse or something?"

He looked down at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair, the gesture deceptively tender.

"Nothing, Charlotte." He murmured, his voice as calm as still water. "Nothing you have to worry about, since I’ve got it all covered."

And as his gaze drifted back up to the stars, there was a terrifying calm in his eyes, an unshakable conviction that felt less human and more like a god quietly deciding the fate of the world...