SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 281: Not Enough...I Need More

Anya’s head fell back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as her fingers began to move in a sensual manner as they dived into her pussy.

"Mmm...just like I remember." She sighed, voice husky. "Always so good with your hands, Mika...even when you’re not real..."

Her hips moved subtly, chasing her own touch. The rainbow hair above her clit shimmered with every breath, and the soft, wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet library.

Meanwhile, Mika’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

He had exactly three functioning brain cells left, and all three were screaming:

1. This is wrong.

2. This is so wrong.

3. Do NOT get hard right now.

He failed on point three.

And even though he knew he should’ve stopped this and told her the truth, he found it really hard to do with the sight in front of him.

After all she was a vision of debauchery: pajama top rucked up to her collarbone, one hand teasing a stiff nipple through the fabric, the other buried between her thighs.

Her rainbow pubic hair glistened with arousal; her pale, fluffy pussy lips were swollen and slick, parting lewdly around two pumping fingers. And every time she pulled them out, strings of clear nectar clung to her skin before snapping.

This wasn’t the Anya everyone knew: the perfect, composed authoritarian with the flawless smile and unshakable dignity.

This was Anya unfiltered, raw, desperate.

And she was staring right at him, moaning his name like he was the only thing in the universe.

Mika swallowed hard. He should stop this. He should speak.

But the sight was too intoxicating, and some dark, selfish part of him wanted to let her keep going.

Anya too had no intention to stop instead started using Mika’s visage for her dirty fantasies.

"Just look at you." She breathed, voice husky and trembling. "So handsome...those eyes...those stupid, smoldering eyes that make my pussy clench every time you look at me like that."

She rubbed her clit in tight strokes, moaning softly.

"I swear, whenever you stare at me I get so wet it drips down my thighs. My body knows who it belongs to even when my brain tries to be logical."

Her fingers twisted her nipple harder.

"And that jawline...like it was carved from marble. How is any man allowed to be this unfairly hot?" She laughed breathlessly. "Of course it’s you, Mika. Only you could be this perfect."

Mika felt heat crawl up his neck. Pride, arousal, and a hefty dose of what-the-fuck all mixed together.

"Your hair too..." Anya’s eyes fluttered half-shut. "Everyone fawns over mine because it’s rainbow, but yours—gosh, that silky black!"

"...I just want to bury my face in it and breathe you in until I pass out!"

Mika’s cock throbbed painfully. He was proud, flustered, and utterly speechless.

Then Anya’s expression shifted: frustrated, needy.

"No...this isn’t enough." She whined, pumping her fingers faster. "Your fingers aren’t this small, Mika. They’re thicker, longer...they curl just right and make me come the second they’re inside."

"These little things can’t compare."

She pulled her fingers free with a wet sound, staring at them in dissatisfaction.

"I need the real you." She declared, reaching for the silver letter opener on her desk.

Mika’s eyes widened. "Anya, what the hell—?!"

Too late.

With a quick motion she sliced the pad of her index finger and a single bead of crimson welled up.

Then her eyes glowed: soft, ethereal blue.

And the moment it did—

The drop of blood trembled, then grew. Cells multiplied at visible speed, flesh knitting together, veins threading, skin stretching.

In seconds the bead had become a thick, veiny shaft—long, heavy, familiar.

Mika’s jaw dropped.

Because the flesh member now resting in Anya’s palm, fully erect and throbbing, was his cock!

Exact replica. Same length, same girth, same upward curve, same flushed head already leaking precum.

Mika’s mind went blank.

He had seen Anya’s Blessing do insane things: regrow severed limbs in seconds, sculpt flesh like clay, even create temporary extra arms for multitasking.

But this?

This was new.

Anya on the other hand stared down at the fully erect, throbbing replica of Mika’s own cock now sprouting from her palm like some grotesque, beautiful flower.

Veins, color, size, every detail was perfect, down to the slight upward curve he knew all too well. A pair of heavy, familiar balls even rested beneath it, warm and alive.

Anya gave it an experimental squeeze, biting her lip as it twitched in response.

"Much better." She sighed, voice husky with satisfaction. "My fingers were never going to be enough, hallucination-Mika."

"But this...this is exactly what I need."

She spread her legs wider, the chair creaking beneath her, and guided the newly-grown cock to her entrance.

Mika gulped.

She was about to fuck herself with a perfect, living copy of his dick.

While looking straight at the original.

She brought the swollen head to her entrance, letting it kiss her slick folds, and for one heart-stopping second Mika was sure she was going to sink down and take it all.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she dragged the heavy tip up and down her slit in slow strokes, coating it in her wetness that dripped in silvery threads.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Every time the fat crown nudged her clit she gasped, hips jerking, thighs trembling.

"Nngh!...I want to shove this fat cock inside me so bad!" She breathed, voice shaking with raw need. "I know it would feel perfect...it’s Mika’s cock, after all. I made sure every vein, every ridge, every throbbing pulse is exactly the same..."

She circled her clit with the head again, smearing her juices over it, her breath hitching.

"But I can’t." She whispered, almost mournful. "I can’t put it inside...not yet. He hasn’t taken my virginity with the real thing. It wouldn’t be fair...it wouldn’t be right..."

She opened her eyes, gaze fixed on the hallucinated Mika with raw, aching devotion.

"This...this is just a shadow." She breathed. "No matter how perfect I make it...nothing will ever feel like the real you."

Then she smiled, soft and filthy all at once.

"So I’ll just have to make do..."

She pressed the thick tip harder against her slit, grinding like she was trying to mush her pink flesh.

"Mika!♡~" She moaned, voice breaking. "Fuck me...please, fuck this greedy little pussy...stretch me with that perfect cock...I need it so bad!♡~"

Her hips bucked, the conjured shaft sliding faster between her folds, never breaching, just teasing, tormenting.

"I’m such a pervert." She laughed breathlessly. "Rubbing myself on Mika’s copied dick while pretending he’s watching...b-but I don’t care...I just want you, Mika...want you to ruin me..."

Her free hand slid up her body, pinching a nipple through her pajamas as she ground harder.

"God, I bet the real thing would split me in half...I’d come the second you pushed in...I’d squirt all over you like a desperate little virgin..."

She was panting now, thighs shaking, the conjured cock slick with her arousal as she used it like a toy, humping against it shamelessly.

"Mika!—please—fuck me—ruin this pussy—make it yours!—"

But even she was feeling so much pleasure in that moment—she knew that wasn’t enough and she wanted more.

"I want it all." She gasped, eyes wild with need. "I want the full Mika experience—right now!"

And the she did the unthinkable

Her free hand flew to her chest, a few fresh drops of blood welling from her fingertip.

She smeared them across her collarbone, and the moment the crimson touched her skin, flesh erupted into motion.

And the moment she did—

Two perfect replicas of Mika’s strong, calloused hands blossomed from the blood, warm and alive.

They seized her breasts instantly, kneading the soft mounds with possessive force, thumbs rolling her stiff nipples, pinching and tugging until she cried out.

"Nngh—yes!" She moaned, back arching as the hands kneaded and pulled, sending sparks straight to her pussy.

But she wasn’t done.

Another drop of blood fell into her waiting palm.

The cells surged again, forming a second conjured cock—identical to the first, thick, veined, and throbbing.

Anya’s eyes gleamed with filthy determination as she then shockingly brought it to her lips!

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She took it deep into her mouth with a wet, greedy moan, tongue swirling around the head as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing.

Now she was complete.

One conjured cock smeared her dripping pussy, stretching her lips wide.

The second filled her mouth, sliding over her tongue, bumping the back of her throat as she sucked greedily.

Two perfect hands mauled her breasts, twisting her nipples until they burned.

She was surrounded by Mika—claimed by him from every direction and under Mika’s wide-eyed, stunned gaze, Anya became a creature of pure lust.

Then it hit.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

"M-MIKA!♡~ I—I coming!♡~"

She screamed around the cock in her mouth, the sound muffled and broken.

And her pussy exploded.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~

A massive, gushing stream of squirt erupted from her, arcing high into the air, her legs spread wide, body convulsing as wave after wave of clear fluid sprayed from her spasming cunt.

The conjured cock in her pussy was drenched, her thighs shaking, her back arching off the chair as she squirted harder than she ever had in her life.

"Oh god—oh god—so much is coming—MIKA—MIKA—!"

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

The fountain seemed endless, soaking the floor, the desk, the scattered papers. Her body jerked and twitched, breasts bouncing in the grip of the conjured hands, nipples pulled taut as she rode out the most intense climax of her life.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she slumped back, panting, the conjured cocks and hands dissolving into droplets of blood that evaporated into nothing.

She laughed weakly, voice hoarse.

"That was...so good." She whispered, eyes fluttering shut. "Only Mika’s cock...only his hands...can make me feel like this. Only he can take care of me..."

Then her eyes snapped open.

Because the squirt that should have flown across the room, soaking the far wall, had instead splattered—

—directly onto the figure standing in front of her.

Mika stood there, drenched from head to toe, shirt clinging to his chest, face dripping, pants soaked, a single droplet sliding down his cheek as he stared at her with a calm, amused smile.

Anya’s heart stopped.

The squirt had hit him.

It had hit him.

Not passed through a hallucination.

Which meant—

Her eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

Meanwhile, Mika wiped a hand across his face, flicking away a strand of her release, and gave her a lazy, crooked grin.

"Hi, Anya." He said, voice low and warm. "Seems I just found out about this little...hobby of yours."

"MIKA?!" Anya screamed.

A high-pitched, mortified shriek that could’ve shattered glass as she scrambled to cover herself, knocking over stacks of books, conjured eyes blinking in confusion as they dissolved mid-air.

But Mika just laughed, utterly unfazed, licking a stray drop from his lips.

"Tastes like you missed me."