Chapter 204: Accidental Solution
Charlotte didn’t stop after the second round. She kept going on and on, riding Mika’s cock again and again.
Sometimes she returned to rubbing her slick pussy against his shaft, her folds enveloping him in warm, wet heat.
Other times, she slid his cock between her plump buttcheeks, squeezing them tightly as she twerked, her movements sensual and teasing.
Then, to Mika’s surprise—she even used her feet, her soft soles stroking his length with surprising dexterity, her toes curling around him as she cooed to "Mimi" about his naughtiness.
Each time he came, spurting thick ropes of cum, Charlotte would eagerly rub it into her pussy, pushing it deep inside with her fingers, moaning as if he’d filled her up.
"Oh, Mimi!" She’d whisper, her voice thick with pleasure. "It’s like you’re pumping me full of your seed."
Then, she’d scoop the creamy mixture from her folds, licking it off her fingers like it was tomato sauce on French fries, savoring every drop with a greedy enthusiasm that spoke to her succubus nature.
Mika could only imagine that if she were flexible enough—Charlotte would bend her body all the way down to lick her own pussy clean, such was the intensity of her lust in that moment.
But he wasn’t fully focused on her antics.
While he let her do whatever she wanted, his mind was elsewhere, grappling with the bigger picture.
The intimate scene he’d orchestrated between Charlotte and Yelena was a victory—but it was temporary. The lies he’d spun, blaming Charlotte’s aphrodisiac squirt for Yelena’s reactions, could only hold so long.
They might work for now, creating fleeting moments of taboo closeness, but afterward, mother and daughter would likely revert to their normal dynamic.
That wasn’t what he wanted.
He needed to fundamentally shift their relationship, to make it so Charlotte wouldn’t bat an eye when he was intimate with Yelena, and Yelena wouldn’t flinch if Charlotte joined in.
He craved a lasting dynamic—not just fleeting pranks and teasing.
The problem was, repeating these stunts risked raising suspicion.
Yelena was already showing signs of doubt, questioning if his actions were truly innocent or driven by ulterior motives. Charlotte, too, might start asking dangerous questions if he pushed too far too fast.
He needed a permanent solution, a way to cement this new dynamic without relying on flimsy excuses.
So, as Charlotte continued her relentless "punishment." Mika’s mind churned, brainstorming ways to close the gap between Yelena’s suspicions and his ultimate goal.
But no clear answer came, and he felt a flicker of frustration at the challenge ahead.
Charlotte, meanwhile, seemed to have finally sated her hunger for his cum. She leaned back, rubbing her belly with a satisfied sigh.
"I’m full, Mimi, so full." She said, her voice playful but tired. "Any more, and I won’t be able to sleep with such a full tummy."
She glanced down at Mika’s crotch, now a mess of her juices and his semen, glistening in the dim light. Her lips curled into a smile, but her tone turned sheepish.
"I should clean you up, though. It’d be super awkward if Mika woke up like this. He’d totally scold me if he knew what I was doing to you late at night."
Oblivious to the fact that Mika was watching her every move, Charlotte slipped her underwear and pajama pants back on, then leaned over his crotch.
With surprising diligence, she began licking him clean—her tongue gliding over his thighs, his balls, his shaft, every inch that was slick with their combined release.
She took her time, her lips wrapping around his cock as she sucked deeply, sliding up and down to ensure no residue remained. Her technique was meticulous, as if she were polishing a prized possession.
Mika couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia as he watched.
When they’d first started being intimate, Charlotte had been so innocent, fumbling through her attempts to please him, unsure how to handle his cock.
Now, here she was, confidently taking him deep into her mouth, her throat accommodating him without a hint of struggle. He could feel the tip of his penis brushing against the back of her throat, and she didn’t flinch, her movements smooth and practiced.
A strange sense of pride swelled in him at how much she’d grown—her succubus instincts honed into something bold and unapologetic.
Charlotte finished her cleaning, dabbing the last of the wetness with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket. She inspected her work with a critical eye, nodding to herself.
"That should be good." She murmured. "Mika won’t notice a thing. You’re in the clear, Mimi."
She then reached for his underwear, intending to pull it back up and hide all evidence of her nocturnal escapade.
But just before she did, she paused, her eyes lighting up with a sudden thought.
"Oh, I totally forgot!" She exclaimed, grabbing his cock one last time with a playful grin. "We had such a good talk today, Mimi. I’ll see you soon, maybe we’ll have more to chat about. Or maybe, if Mika decides he wants to take my virginity—we won’t meet face-to-face. You’ll be meeting the insides of my pussy instead!" Her voice took on a slightly unhinged edge, her giggle bubbling with excitement. "I’m looking forward to that, you know!"
Mika barely suppressed a giggle. He felt her tuck his cock back into his underwear, which was still poking out, and pull his pants back on. And just like it never happened, she quickly snuggled back into his embrace, her face alight with satisfaction.
"I love you, Mika, I love you so much." She whispered, hugging him tightly. "I love you with all of my heart."
She looked up at him cutely.
"It’s a good thing that you’re a really heavy sleeper, Mika." She said, her voice full of sweet concern. "No matter what I do, you always never wake up." She expressed a genuine worry. "At the same time, I’m scared that even if the house is burning down, you’ll still be sleeping."
Mika inwardly rolled his eyes. This was not true at all. He never reacted whenever she came into his room and let her do whatever she wanted, which led to her perception that he was a heavy sleeper. In fact, he knew everything that was going on.
But then, the mood shifted slightly.
"But even though I love you so much..." Charlotte said, her voice dropping to a serious, thoughtful tone. "...sometimes I really do wonder what exactly is going on in that mind of yours."
"You really are a difficult person to figure out. One time you’re feeling one emotion, and another time you’re feeling another one." She sighed softly. "It’s impossible to make out what’s going on in your mind."
"It would be really nice if I could just read your thoughts. It would make everything so much more easier." She narrowed her eyes, the crazy glint returning. "Especially now, with everything that’s going on, I would love to read your mind and know what’s going through it because it would be so much more helpful if I knew what he was thinking."
"But sadly, I can’t do that." She finished, only to suddenly stop herself. Her eyes widened, and she sat up straight. "But...technically, I can!" She declared, the realization electrifying her. "I’ve tried it many times before—but maybe this time it will work out!"
Mika watched carefully as she sat up next to him and crouched over until her face was directly above his. Suddenly, out of nowhere—her pretty blue eyes suddenly turned pink, and she began radiating a mysterious pink energy from her body.
Her eyes intently focused on his face, almost as if she wasn’t seeing his features, but rather trying to see through his mind instead.
"Mika..." She whispered, her voice low and focused. "Let’s see what you’re hiding in there."
Her pink eyes glowed brighter, her succubus powers flaring as she attempted to delve into his thoughts.
And Mika knew this wasn’t a childish game, like staring at a remote and willing it to move. Charlotte was genuinely attempting to pierce Mika’s mind, her blessing as a succubus allowing her to slip into the dreams of others—a realm where emotions were raw, unguarded, and unrestrained.
In dreams, she could glimpse a person’s deepest feelings, their memories, their unfiltered desires. It was a hobby she’d indulged in as a child, sneaking into the dreams of strangers for amusement, finding their hidden thoughts hilarious and intriguing.
She’d even done it to her sisters—slipping into their dreams night after night despite their protests and complaints. They’d scold her, beg her to stop—but she’d brush them off, too enchanted by the thrill of it to care.
That all changed after a traumatic incident—one that had left a permanent scar on her psyche.
It was a moment that altered her life, making her hesitant to invade others’ dreams so casually. The experience had also inspired her to channel her blessing into something constructive, leading her to build a "dream drifter", a tool to use her powers for good.
But with Mika, she’d never held back.
He was her safe haven, the one person whose dreams she felt she could explore without fear. She’d tried countless times to slip into his mind when they were together, but every attempt had failed.
After all, Mika always knew what she was doing, just as he did now, and he guarded his mind with an impenetrable shield. It wasn’t just about protecting his secrets, though he had plenty of those.
If Charlotte actually breached his mind, the chaos within could overwhelm her, shatter her psyche, or worse—leave her brain-dead. His thoughts were a whirlwind of intensity, too complex and rapid for her to handle.
And then there was the entity—the dark, whispering presence that haunted his dreams—urging him to kill, to dominate, to seize control of everything and become a king.
If Charlotte encountered that malevolent force, she wouldn’t last a second. There was even a risk it could possess her, twisting her vibrant spirit into something unrecognizable.
So Mika kept his mind locked tight, even against her powerful abilities, which could pierce even Yelena’s dreams with ease.
And as he’d predicted, Charlotte’s efforts faltered. Her glowing pink eyes dimmed slightly, and she let out a frustrated pout.
"Oh, come on." She muttered to herself, her voice tinged with annoyance. "It’s still not working! No matter what I do, no matter how many times I try, I just can’t break into Mika’s dreams at all!"
She slumped slightly, her hands resting on his chest as she continued her rant.
"He’s got the biggest shield over his mind, Mimi. It’s like...like trying to walk through an abyss without knowing where I’m going! It’s so impossible!" She hugged herself, her voice softening with a hint of longing. "But I want to know what’s on his mind. I need to know what he’s thinking, especially with everything going on right now. It’s all so confusing!"
Her eyes flared pink again, glowing brighter as she leaned closer, her focus intensifying. She was pushing harder, her energy crackling in the air as she tried to force her way into his thoughts.
But Mika honestly didn’t care about the final attempt; he knew she wouldn’t crack his defenses and would eventually grow tired and fall asleep. He was actually considering drifting off himself, as he was exhausted after the day’s events.
But just as he closed his eyes completely and thought of dozing off—a shocking revelation came to him.
It was as if the gods had heard all his prayers and instantly provided a solution to all his problems.
Seeing Charlotte trying to peer into his mind, he suddenly realized a completely easy and effective way to permanently change the family dynamic.
His new plan would ensure that no matter how strange he acted, even if he brazenly played around with Yelena’s body parts while Charlotte watched, or vice versa—neither of them would recoil or react negatively.
He could even romantically approach Yelena without resorting to lies or backing off.
The plan that instantly formulated in his mind meant that as long as it went successfully, he wouldn’t have to hide himself at all. He could reasonably go after both the mother and daughter at the same time without a single care in the world.
He felt an overwhelming rush of happiness, wanting to jump up and dance. He especially wanted to kiss Charlotte all over the face. It was through her, through the existence of her unique blessing and her constant, failed attempts to pry into his mind, that the entire solution had materialized.
She was the main, accidental factor in all this. He was going to use her powers as an excuse or rather the "accident" she was about to cause as a perfect, self-justifying alibi to do whatever he wanted...