SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 302: You’ve Always Been My Hero

Yelena hovered in silence, her hair whipping in the winds of destruction.

The tip of her own sword, now under the Valkyrie’s control, hummed inches from her face—its edge radiating power dense enough to melt an entire city into slag if it fell even slightly.

The air also shimmered from the decay energy pulsing off the blade, so thick it made the sky look bruised.

She didn’t move. She didn’t even breathe. Because she understood one thing.

It wasn’t that she had no more options.

It was that none of them mattered.

She could unleash another move, since she hadn’t even come close to showing her full strength.

If she wanted, she could open the Heaven’s Shroud Array, call forth the angel’s curse itself and reduce the capital to ash.She could even sacrifice a part of her life to summon the Divine Singularity.

Every ounce of her being screamed to fight back.

But she knew the truth...and it broke her pride.

"Even if I used everything...even if I went beyond what anyone should...Mika would still..." She whispered, her voice trembling. "...just wave his hand, or snap his fingers, and undo it all."

That was the unbearable reality.

Logic never applied to Mika.

He didn’t obey strength. He was strength.

And even Yelena, the world’s Blade Maiden, the angel whose one sword slash had once split a demon army of ten million knew that she could never win against him in direct confrontation.

Her grip on herself faltered, but only for a heartbeat. Then she smirked faintly, pride returning to her eyes—a pride born not from denial, but from stubbornness.

"But..." She murmured, lifting her chin. "This doesn’t have to be a direct confrontation."

Her tone changed—calm, composed, sly.

"As long as I can get away." She said quietly to herself. "Then it’s not defeat...It’s a tie."

That crooked, almost playful smile returned to her face as she raised her hand toward Mika.

"Do you really think this is enough to stop me, Mika?"

She called out, trying to sound composed even as the tip of her sword still vibrated inches from her lips.

"This is nothing at all."

Behind her, a portal bloomed open, spinning with gold and crimson light. The winds bent toward it as Yelena slowly floated backward, her expression smug despite the faint trembling in her voice.

"You may think you’ve won, but you haven’t even touched me, Mika" She continued, voice rising with false bravado.

"You can’t call it a victory if you’ve never laid a hand on your opponent!"

Her portal expanded, the light consuming her wings as she drifted in.

"Until you do that..."

She said, her eyes narrowing as the edges of the rift swallowed her whole.

"...you’ll never defeat me."

And then, she was gone.

—

Inside her own domain, a realm filled with endless floating blades, Yelena finally let out a long breath of relief.

Her feet pressed against the floor as she descended, surrounded by tens of thousands of glimmering weapons that were all reflections of her will.

"I did it." She muttered softly. "I escaped."

She brushed a strand of hair from her face, forcing herself to believe it was over.

But then...

Something cold brushed her back.

It wasn’t air. It wasn’t magic.

It was a touch.

Yelena froze, her blood running cold.

She didn’t want to turn around. She already knew.

But she did.

And there they were.

Mika, standing calmly and Charlotte, perched beside him with a proud smile, both looking completely at ease, as if they’d been waiting there the entire time.

Yelena’s lips parted in disbelief.

"...H-How..." She stammered, trembling. "How did you...get here?"

Mika didn’t answer and instead smiled faintly, stepping closer until he stood right beside her.

Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and gently placed it on her shoulder.

"Now." He said quietly, amusement in his tone. "I’ve laid a hand on you."

"I guess that means...I win."

Hearing that she had lost, her breath hitched.

Her eyes watered before she could stop them.

She wanted to retort—to snap, to fight back, to scream.

But the words died in her throat. Her pride cracked like glass.

Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and before she knew it, they spilled down her cheeks.

To the world, Yelena was a immortal warrior, a unshakable commander who had slain titans and demons alike.

But right now...she just looked small.

Pitiful.

Defeated.

A woman being gently bullied by the one boy she could never surpass.

—

Before she could even wipe her tears, Charlotte rushed forward, her wings fluttering as she threw her arms around her mother.

"It’s okay, Mama." She said softly, hugging her tightly. "You did your best. You really did."

Yelena blinked, stunned, as her daughter buried her face against her chest.

"I saw everything. I saw how hard you tried." Charlotte went on, her voice warm and genuine. "You just wanted to prove yourself. You wanted me to be proud of you."

Her voice cracked as she smiled up at her mother.

"And I am, Mama. I always have been."

Yelena’s lip trembled, and she finally broke into quiet sobs, returning the embrace and holding Charlotte close.

"I-I just wanted to be a hero to you." She whispered. "To show you that I’m still strong...that I can still fight...that I’m someone worth looking up to."

Charlotte shook her head with a tearful giggle.

"You are my hero. You always were. Ever since I was little. That’s never going to change."

"Even if Mika wins every fight in the world—you’re still my favorite, most adorable, most amazing mother."

Yelena’s shoulders shook as she smiled weakly, hugging her tighter.

"You...You little devil." She murmured. "You always know what to say."

Charlotte giggled again, the sound echoing through the sword-filled realm like chimes.

And then, from behind them, Mika cleared his throat dramatically.

"Ahem. As the official winner of this match." He said with mock seriousness. "Don’t I get to join in on the hug too?"

Charlotte looked over her shoulder at him with a sly, cheeky grin.

"Nope! This is a mother-daughter hug. You’re still banned, Mika."

Yelena, still sniffling, lifted her head just enough to stick her tongue out at him playfully.

"Yeah, you heard her." She said, managing a giggle through her tears. "Off-limits, mister."

Mika sighed, rolling his eyes in defeat.

"Unbelievable. I beat one of the strongest woman alive and still get left out of the hug."

Charlotte giggled. "That’s the price of victory."

And even Yelena, wiping her eyes, let out a small laugh.

And after enough hugs, kisses, and Yelena giving Mika a few playful pinches on his cheek for being such a cheeky brat and not letting her win like he should have, the three finally exited the portal.

The light faded behind them as they floated once again in the calm, open sky above the sea.

The air was cool and quiet, the remnants of their battle now nothing more than faint sparkles of mana drifting in the distance.

Charlotte stretched her arms, yawning. "That was exhausting...but also really fun." She said brightly, kicking her feet midair. "Can we go home now?"

"Of course." Yelena said, still looking a bit flushed. "I need a bath after all that. The can feel so much dust over my face after flying around everywhere."

But before they could begin their descent, Mika’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he thought of something.

"Actually...wait a second. I just remembered something important."

Both mother and daughter turned to look at him suspiciously.

"What is it this time?" Yelena asked, narrowing her eyes.

Mika crossed his arms, pretending to look serious.

"Charlotte, could you do me a small favor? Just a quick one."

"Couuld you head back down to the house and check the mana readings from the control reactor? I want to make sure there’s no leftover residual energy from the battle. You can check it from the control panel inside your lab."

Charlotte blinked, frowning. "The reactor? Right now? But I just got comfortable! And besides..."

She spread her little devil wings with a pout.

"Do you know how tiny these are, Mika? I just started flying properly, and it’s so much work going up and down!"

But Mika just gave her his most disarming smile, leaning forward and gently cupping her cheek.

"Please? Just this once, Charlotte. For me."

That was all it took. Charlotte froze for a second, cheeks turning pink, before nodding eagerly.

"O-Of course, Mika! Anything for you! I’ll be right back!" She said, wings flapping frantically as she darted downward like a little comet, leaving a faint pink trail behind.

Yelena, however, immediately squinted her eyes and crossed her arms.

"You know." She said slowly. "I’ve seen this move before."

Mika tilted his head innocently. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Every time you send Charlotte off on some errand, something happens to me." She muttered, backing away a little.

"So whatever it is you’re planning, just—"

But before she could finish, four glowing swords appeared out of nowhere, spinning through the air and going straight at her.

But instead of trying to stab her they instead bound her instead—two swords locking gently around her wrists, two twining around her ankles like metallic ribbons.

"Mika!" Yelena’s fumed as she tried to pull free. "What is this? Let me go right now!"

Mika floated closer, grinning from ear to ear.

"Relax, relax. The battle’s over, remember? I’m not hurting you. This is just...the post-battle ceremony."

"What ceremony?!"

"The winner’s right to deliver punishment." He crossed his arms smugly. "After all, I went through all that effort—you didn’t expect me to let you off so easily, did you?"

Her eyes went wide. "You wouldn’t dare—"

"Oh, I would."

Mika snapped his fingers and the moment he did, a small dagger materialized in his hand.

Yelena’s eyes shimmered in alarm as the summoned swords adjusted their grip.

They pulled her limbs farther apart, spreading her arms wide like wings and her legs even wider, until she floated horizontally in the open sky, body stretched taut in a vulnerable, missionary-like position.

Her dress also rode up slightly from the motion, exposing the smooth expanse of her legs.

"M-Mika!" She stammered, face flushing. "What are you doing?! This isn’t a private room! People could be watching—stop it right now!"

Mika floated closer, dagger in hand, his smile calm and utterly unrepentant.

"No need to worry." He said softly. "This entire airspace is yours—protected territory. I set up jammers ages ago. No scrying, no recordings, no telescopes—nothing gets through."

"It’s a complete blind spot. No one can see us."

He leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur.

"So relax. It’s just you and me."

Yelena squirmed, but the swords held firm.

"Mika, please—this is embarrassing—!"

"Shh." He soothed, bringing the dagger close enough for her to feel its cool edge through the fabric.

"Stay still. This is a very sensitive spot. Wouldn’t want the blade to slip if you move too much."

Yelena froze instantly, breath catching in her throat and Mika’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he hooked the tip of the dagger beneath the hem of her dress and slowly began to lift it.

The fabric slid upward, revealing inch after inch of her flawless thighs, then the lacy edge of her dark purple panties. The dress bunched at her waist, leaving her lower body completely exposed to the open sky and to him.

Yelena’s face burned. "M-Mika—! Stop! It’s cold! It’s so cold right now!"

But he didn’t stop.

And then with careful precision, he pressed the edge of the dagger’s blade against the center seam of her panties and dragged it downward.

The sharp edge didn’t cut fabric—it parted it like magic, slicing a perfect line straight down the middle.

The lace fell open like blooming petals.

Yelena’s pussy was revealed in full: soft, flushed lips glistening with arousal, clit peeking shyly from its hood, a neat tuft of crimson pubic hair crowning the top like a flame.

She gasped, body jerking in the restraints.

"M-Mika! Nooo! Don’t look! Please don’t look!!"

The cool sky air kissed her exposed folds, making her twitch and clench involuntarily, and Mika’s eyes drank her in.

"Beautiful." He murmured. "Every time I see it, it’s even more perfect than I remember."

Yelena’s chest heaved, tears of embarrassment pricking her eyes, but beneath the shame, heat flooded her pussy.

She was completely exposed.

Spread wide.

At his mercy.

And the look in his eyes told her he wasn’t done admiring his prize.

Not even close.