SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 279: Youngest Politician In The World

Mika tapped a button on the side of his phone, and the video instantly connected to the massive TV mounted on Fauna’s living room wall.

The call expanded in full screen, and a split second later—Yelena’s face appeared.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes dark with irritation, and the tension in her voice hit like a thunderclap.

"Mika! Where are you already? It’s getting so late!"

She shouted, the camera shaking slightly as if she was pacing.

"I told you to get your tests done at the hospital and rest! But instead..." She jabbed her finger toward the camera."...I see you on the news with Fauna! What the hell are you doing? You’re doing the exact opposite of what I told you!"

She was about to continue her tirade when her words froze mid-sentence. Her gaze shifted slightly to the side of the screen—where Fauna stood grinning proudly next to Mika.

There was a moment of silence. Then—

"Fauna!?" Yelena shrieked. "What are you doing there, you little puffball!? Why are you beside Mika right now!?"

Mika winced.

But Yelena wasn’t done. Her eyes darted around, realizing what room they were in, and her voice rose another octave.

"Wait a second—! Isn’t that your house!? Fauna! Why are you and Mika in your house right now!? What the hell is going on!?"

Fauna clasped her hands behind her back and stepped closer to the camera, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Well, of course, Yelena! It’s because Mika’s staying at my home tonight!" She said sweetly. "That’s why he’s here!"

Yelena’s jaw dropped.

"WHAT!? What did you just say!?"

"Exactly what you heard! Mika’s staying over!"

Fauna nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, clearly enjoying herself.

"He told me he got tired of staying at your house all the time! He literally begged me to let him stay here instead!"

"He what!?"

"Oh yes." Fauna continued mercilessly, placing a hand over her heart in mock dramatics. "He said—and I quote—’Please, Fauna, please! I can’t stand Yelena anymore! She’s always so angry and grouchy! I need peace! I need happiness!’"

She clasped Mika’s hand theatrically.

"And so, being the kind soul that I am, I told him—’Fine, fine, Mika! Since you don’t want to stay in such a horrible house, you can stay at mine!’"

Mika rubbed his temple, fighting the urge to laugh as Fauna tightened her hold on his hand for dramatic effect.

And then came the explosion.

"THERE’S NO WAY!"

Yelena roared, leaning so close to the camera her face filled the screen.

"There’s no way Mika would ever say something like that about me! I don’t care if I’ve annoyed him—he would never complain to you! Stop lying, Fauna! Stop spewing your ridiculous nonsense!"

"Not a lie! Not a lie!"

Fauna sang back cheerfully, swaying side to side like a victorious child. She turned to Mika with a teasing grin.

"Isn’t that right, Mika? It’s not a lie, is it?"

"I’m not saying anything." Mika groaned, covering his face.

He knew better than to get in the middle of this.

The rest of the world might adore Fauna—her cuteness, her charm, her soft heart.

But Yelena was the one exception.

Ever since they were young, Yelena had been convinced Fauna’s ’innocent act’ was nothing more than an elaborate performance. She was sure that beneath that fluffy exterior lurked a mischievous gremlin.

And to be fair—she wasn’t wrong.

Fauna loved teasing her precisely because Yelena was so easy to fluster. Watching her get red-faced and shout was her favorite pastime.

She once told Mika that Yelena looked adorable when she’s angry, which only made things worse.

Thus, the two of them had been at each other’s throats since childhood—cats and dogs locked in eternal battle.

But before the argument could escalate further, a familiar, cheerful voice piped up in the background.

"Wait—Is that Auntie Fauna’s voice I hear!?"

"Charlotte!" Yelena exclaimed, startled.

And sure enough, a moment later, Charlotte came running into view of the camera, beaming as she waved.

"Auntie Fauna! Hi! Oh, you look as cute and squishy as ever!" She squealed. "Gosh! I could just eat you up! Those puffy little cheeks—ugh, I can’t handle it!"

Fauna’s whole face lit up in return.

"Charlotte! Oh my goodness, sweetheart, it’s so good to see you!" She said, waving both hands happily. "How have you been, dear? Life must be tough with your mother breathing down your neck all the time, huh?"

Charlotte blinked, then broke into a guilty laugh.

"Yeah...yeah, sometimes she can be a bit of a helicopter mom. Always telling me what to do, how to do it..."

"Charlotte!" Yelena barked.

"I’m kidding, Mom." Charlotte just smiled. "Kind of."

Fauna burst into laughter.

"See? I told you! Even your daughter agrees!"

Then Charlotte leaned forward mischievously.

"But what about your daughter, Auntie Fauna? Is she behaving? Somehow, I doubt anyone can keep that one on a leash."

"You’re not wrong, sweetie." Fauna sighed heavily, dramatically clasping her chest. "She’s the one running the household now. I can’t control her at all. I don’t even try anymore."

"Then maybe I should come over and help." Charlotte grinned. "I’ll keep her in line for you. You can count on me, Auntie Fauna!"

"You’d do that for me?" Fauna’s eyes sparkled. "Oh, Charlotte, you’re such an angel!"

But Yelena cut in sharply.

"Over my dead body! You’re not leaving this household to join that woman’s side! I already have to deal with one traitor—"

She glared pointedly at Mika.

"—I won’t lose my daughter too!"

"But I want to go!" Charlotte folded her arms. "I want to see Auntie Fauna’s puffy cheeks and squeeze them!"

"See? Even she agrees!" Fauna declared triumphantly. "You shouldn’t keep her trapped in your house like a dungeon, Yelena!"

"Let her come play with me! Honestly, this is exactly why Mika called your place miserable—"

"YOU LITTLE—!" Yelena’s voice cracked with rage. "You listen to me, you tiny demon in disguise—!"

And just like that, the two battle angels launched into another one of their infamous shouting matches—a back-and-forth of insults, laughter, and screeching chaos echoing through the speakers.

Meanwhile, Mika sighed, lowering the volume of the TV halfway and turning away. He grabbed a glass from the counter and poured himself some water, taking a slow sip as the bickering continued behind him.

"Unbelievable." He muttered with a faint smile. "They’ll never change."

Then, setting the glass down, he decided to quietly slip away—leaving the two women and Charlotte to argue to their hearts’ content while he went to look for Anya.

He made his way quietly through the corridor and he already knew where she’d be.

The library.

That was always her place whenever she was buried in work.

Fauna also hadn’t been exaggerating when she said Anya was helping with ’parliament work.’

It wasn’t some mock academy council or a local committee.

No—it was the Parliament of Heroes, the most powerful lawmaking body on the continent.

The organisation was an extraordinary coalition of eighty-four individuals, each representing a major human organization—from military forces and research councils to religious orders and magic associations.

They drafted every law and regulation that shaped the balance between realms: how many travelers were allowed to cross through interdimensional portals, the trade ratios of magic crystals and resources, how much power each side could exert, the limits of combat-class weapons, even the ethical guidelines of tourism and cultural exchange between worlds.

Each new realm demanded its own unique set of laws and dozens of committees would normally deliberate for months just to finalize a single article.

But Anya, at only nineteen years old, was already handling such responsibilities with the composure of a veteran stateswoman.

She also wasn’t here because of her power as a Battle Angel’s daughter. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She was here because she’d earned her place—through sheer brilliance, discipline, and results.

The youngest member of the Parliament.

The youngest politician to ever exist.

And unlike the other representatives, who had entire teams of aides, lawyers, and secretaries, Anya worked almost entirely alone—a one-woman legal force.

She took on massive workloads by herself, relying only occasionally on brief consults with the Disciplinary Council.

So, every rule, every clause she drafted had her own signature and precision written into it.

Mika sighed softly, thinking about how much she resembled her mother.

The same determination. The same stubborn work ethic. The same willingness to push herself to the brink for the sake of others.

Arriving at the library, he stopped before a set of heavy doors and gently, he pushed them open.

The room inside was dimly lit, with a soft amber glow coming from a single standing lamp.

It was a small but elegant library—antique furniture, towering bookshelves filled with old leather-bound volumes, and the faint scent of paper and ink in the air.

But the most striking sight was at the center.

Anya sat at an enormous desk under the lamplight, wearing soft pajamas, her hair a little messy but her expression razor-sharp.

She was surrounded by open law books, legal scrolls, and piles of documents stacked nearly to her shoulders. Her pen scratched across a page as she flipped between reference tomes without missing a beat.

Yet it wasn’t the paperwork that caught Mika’s eye.

It was the floor.

Every inch of it was covered in scattered files, opened reference manuals, and...disembodied hands.

Yes...hands.

Dozens of them. Pale, perfectly formed, five-fingered human hands—each holding a pen or a pen—scribbling across sheets of paper independently.

And beside each cluster of hands sat jars containing pairs of floating eyes in water, darting back and forth, scanning lines of text and directing the hands with an eerie gaze.

The entire room looked like something straight out of a horror story.

To anyone else, it would’ve been enough to make them scream and faint on the spot.

But Mika didn’t even flinch. He’d seen it before.

This was Anya’s ’work mode.’

Her Blessing—Corpus Law of Flesh, Blood, and Bones—allowed her to alter or recreate limbs, an ability she had perfected beyond simple healing or regeneration.

She had learned to separate those limbs, connect them telepathically to her mind, and assign them tasks. The eyes acted as remote lenses, providing her with multiple viewpoints at once, while the hands performed the writing and sorting.

In essence, she had turned her own body into a distributed workforce.

It was the secret behind how she could handle more paperwork than twenty fully trained ministers combined.

She didn’t need assistants.

She was her own army.

Still, Mika couldn’t help but grimace slightly.

The sheer mental load required to coordinate all those limbs simultaneously was staggering. Even with her level of mastery, it must’ve been like running two dozen brains at once.

Each flick of her wrist, each scratch of the quills across parchment, represented not just focus but painful concentration. He could see it in the subtle twitch of her lips, the dark circles beneath her eyes.

He exhaled softly, watching her with a quiet sense of admiration and concern.

"She really is her mother’s daughter..." He murmured to himself. "Always pushing herself to the brink for everyone else."

And as the disembodied hands continued their tireless work and the jars of eyes floated gently in the air, the faint scratching of pens filled the room—an eerie yet oddly soothing moment of intellect and exhaustion.

And in the midst of it all sat Anya—the youngest parliamentarian in history, the authoritive genius of the Battle Angels—working in silence, surrounded by her strange set of hands and eyes, unaware that Mika had just stepped into her world.

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Illustrations of Fauna’s home and Anya’s blessing at work are in the discord