Chapter 196: Aren’t You Angry?
Yelena’s body trembled as a second climax surged through her, leaving her utterly drenched below. Her panties clung to her skin, soaked through with her arousal, her pussy pulsing with a slick, warm wetness that dripped down her thighs, pooling at the edges of her clothing.
But in that moment, she didn’t care.
She was lost in a dreamy, euphoric haze, her heart soaring with a happiness she couldn’t explain. Her eyes—half-lidded with pleasure, fixed on Mika as he continued to worship her breasts.
One nipple was engorged in his mouth, his lips sucking with a gentle, almost reverent intensity, as if he were savoring every moment. His fingers played with her other nipple—teasing and fiddling with it, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Yelena watched, a serene smile spreading across her face, her entire world narrowed to this intimate connection. Nothing else mattered, not the taboo, not the shame, just the pure, overwhelming lust that enveloped her.
For someone like Yelena, who’d spent years suppressing such desires, the flood of pleasure was almost too much. She’d been inexperienced for so long, her life consumed by duty and responsibility, that this raw, unfiltered ecstasy felt like a revelation.
She couldn’t resist it, didn’t want to resist it. Her body surrendered completely, her mind adrift in a sea of sensation as Mika’s tongue swirled and his fingers teased, each touch stoking the fire within her.
But just as she sank deeper into her dreamlike state—a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.
Knock! Knock!
Both she and Mika froze, their heads snapping toward the sound, yanked abruptly from their haze.
A voice, soft but tinged with concern, came from the other side.
"Mama? Mika? Is everything okay in there? It’s been over an hour, and you’re still in there. Are you fighting or something?"
It was Charlotte, her tone hesitant but probing, as if she sensed something amiss.
And hearing this, Mika’s face darkened, a deep scowl etching his features. This was the second time Charlotte had interrupted his moment with Yelena, and the irritation was obvious.
Yelena, however, had a starkly different reaction.
The sound of her daughter’s voice was like a bucket of cold water, snapping her out of her lustful daze.
Her cheeks flushed bright red as the reality of what she was doing crashed over her—Mika’s lips on her breast, her moans urging him on, her body pressed against him in a way no mother should ever allow.
And unlike the day before, when she’d tried to deflect her desires, this time she couldn’t deny them. These were her wants, her choices, born of her own heart, not some external force.
The realization was mortifying, her embarrassment burning hotter than her arousal had moments ago.
She should have pushed him away, guided him back to propriety, but instead, she’d been moaning his name, encouraging him to suck harder, to deepen their forbidden intimacy.
Her face burned as she imagined what Mika must think of her now, a mother who’d lost herself to such shameful desires.
Worse, she feared he’d see through any excuse she might offer. She’d meant to keep this about her sisters, about proving she was special—but her fervor had betrayed her true feelings.
Her mind raced, scrambling for a way to justify her actions, to push him back without raising his suspicions.
Then it hit her—the Venus Complex, the same excuse Mika had used for Charlotte’s behavior. She could blame it on that, claim her overwhelming arousal was due to some uncontrollable urge, even though she knew it was a lie.
It was her own desire, raw and undeniable, but she clung to the excuse like a lifeline.
Clearing her throat, she forced herself back to her usual authoritative tone, though her voice trembled.
"M-Mika, Mika, get up, get up!" She urged, gently pushing at his shoulders. "I need to put my clothes back on. We can’t let Charlotte see us like this. There’s no way in hell my daughter can know what we’re doing!"
"I mean...it’s not wrong that we’re doing this, exactly. We have our reasons, right? It’s...complicated." She fumbled for her bra, her hands shaking as she tried to cover herself. "But no one else, especially Charlotte, can know. They wouldn’t understand. We need to cover this up, okay?"
She expected Mika to nod, to agree and help her hide their indiscretion—but to her surprise, he didn’t move. Instead, he stared at her with a solemn, almost calculating look, his lips curling into a faint, mischievous smile.
"Yelena..." He said slowly, his voice low and deliberate. "...aren’t you angry right now? I mean, think about it. Charlotte interrupted us yesterday, and now she’s doing it again. I get that she’s knocking because she’s worried, since we’ve been in here so long—but still, doesn’t it irritate you? She keeps barging in on our time. And not just with you, she’s done it when I was with Anya too."
Yelena blinked, caught off guard by his words. She stared at him for a few seconds before a flicker of frustration sparked in her chest, and she crossed her arms, making her breasts bounce slightly, still bare and glistening from his attention.
"Well...Now that you mention it, yeah, I’m pretty damn irritated." She admitted, her voice sharp with honesty. "Charlotte’s always been like this, you know."
"Ever since she was little, she’s been glued to you, always wanting your attention, always interrupting when you’re with someone else. It’s like she thinks she owns you." She huffed, her cheeks flushing with annoyance. "And now she’s interrupting us? Honestly, who raised her to be such a little princess?"
"That’d be you, Yelena." Mika smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You’re her mom, after all."
Her face went crimson, and she stammered. "R-Right, I...I forgot for a second." She shook her head, flustered, but Mika’s expression turned serious, his gaze locking onto hers with a profound intensity.
"That’s why I’m not letting this go." He said, his voice firm. "I’m tired of Charlotte always jumping in at the worst possible moment. And I don’t want to hide, Yelena. I want to make a stand."
"...So, instead of running away, let’s show her exactly what we’re doing..."
"...show her how close we are."
Yelena stared at him, her mouth falling open, a blank look giving way to one of utter disbelief as she shouted
"W-What the hell are you talking about, Mika!?" She said, her voice rising with incredulity. "Show off? You mean...let her see us like this?! Did you not hear me just now?! This is private, Mika! It’s between us, and it’s...it’s secretive, okay? No one else can know, especially not my daughter!"
Her hands gestured wildly, her cheeks burning as she imagined Charlotte walking in, seeing Mika’s lips on her breast, her own moans echoing in the room.
"I mean, I’d never be able to look her in the eye again if that happened! It’d be mortifying, traumatizing, even!"
But Mika’s expression didn’t waver, his smile calm but sly.
"Sure, it’d be weird if she walked in right now and caught us like this, no explanation, just...in the act." He paused, his grin widening. "But if we do this right, Yelena, even if Charlotte sees us, we can make it so she can’t say a damn thing. She’ll just stand there, watching, with no choice but to accept it."
"No way, Mika." Yelena shook her head, baffled, her voice rising with exasperation. "There’s no amount of reasoning that could make my daughter watch something like this without freaking out!
"She’s already jealous as hell when it comes to you! If she saw me—her own mother, doing this with you, she’d lose it. She’d go ballistic, and I don’t want that!"
"Trust me, Yelena. I’ve got a plan." Mika leaned closer, his voice steady and reassuring. "If Charlotte walks in, I can make it so she won’t do anything crazy. She’ll have no choice but to watch and accept it."
"...Just trust me. Do you trust me to follow through?"
She hesitated, her eyes searching his, her heart pounding.
"Of course I trust you, Mika." She finally said softly, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I’d trust you over myself any day. You always do what you say you will...I know that." She fidgeted with her fingers, her voice dropping to a shy murmur. "But...making Charlotte watch? That feels so unnecessary. I mean, why do we even have to do something as perverted as that?"
It was a pivotal question, a question anyone would ask in such a question. But Mika had already predicted she would ask something like this and had the answer prepared that would provoke her to react.
"Is it really unnecessary, Yelena?" Mika raised a brow, his tone teasing but pointed. "Think about it. Remember how Charlotte showed off to you? How she made you watch her with me—squirting right in front of you, rubbing it in your face? Doesn’t that sting your pride just a little?"
"Just think about it. You’re the Blade Maiden, a warrior who saved the world, and now you’re just...what, a bystander to your daughter’s show?...Doesn’t that make you angry? Don’t you want to show her you can do the same, better, even?"
Yelena’s breath caught, his words striking a nerve.
Normally, a mother would brush it off, chalk it up to a daughter’s impulsiveness, but Yelena was different.
Her obsession with Mika ran deep, a tangled blend of maternal love and something far more primal, mirroring Charlotte’s own fixation. She hated to admit it, but she was jealous, not just of her sisters—but of her daughter, too.
And the memory of Charlotte’s brazen display, her moans and squirting, her defiance in front of her mother, sparked a flicker of frustration in Yelena’s chest. She didn’t want to lose to Charlotte, not when it came to Mika.
So, finally her eyes narrowed, a slow nod forming as she crossed her arms again, her breasts bouncing slightly.
"Okay, fine." She said, her voice low but resolute. "I am frustrated. She used to be my sweet little girl—but now she’s out here acting like that, showing off in front of me, knowing it’d get under my skin. Even if it’s her Venus Complex, she didn’t have to go that far. And yeah, it pisses me off that she thinks she can just...steal the spotlight like that."
Mika’s smile widened, a glint of triumph in his eyes. He’d played her perfectly, fanning the flames of her competitive streak.
"Exactly." He said, leaning closer, his voice a whisper. "So let’s do it, Yelena. Let’s show Charlotte how close we are. She showed you what she’s got...now it’s your turn to show her what we’ve got."
Yelena’s cheeks flushed, embarrassment and hesitation flickering across her face.
"But Mika, I...I don’t know." She murmured, her voice wavering, as the last vestige of normalcy held her back. "What if she freaks out? What if she does something crazy? I don’t want to hurt her or...or traumatize her."
"Trust me, nothing will go wrong." He shook his head, his expression calm but firm. "I’ve got this under control. She won’t do anything crazy, I’ll make sure of it."
"...You should especially know you can trust me on that as you know there’s no way I would do anything to hurt Charlotte."
Hearing the confidence in his voice, she bit her lip, her eyes searching his for a long moment, her heart racing with fear and excitement. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay, Mika. I trust you. Let’s...Let’s do it, even though I still think I’m crazy for agreeing."
Mika’s grin was pure satisfaction, his plan falling into place. He’d turned Charlotte’s interruptions into an opportunity, a chance to deepen his hold on Yelena and exact a subtle revenge on Charlotte for her constant intrusions.
"Good." He said softly, his hand brushing her cheek. "Now, let’s give her a show she’ll never forget.