SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 331: Dragon Rising To The Heavens

Mika gave a dramatic sigh, going over and flopping back onto the bed with exaggerated resignation.

"At the end of the day, I’m just a guinea pig." He said, grinning up at the ceiling. "And guinea pigs don’t get to choose the experiment."

"So...let’s get this over with, Fauna."

Fauna’s heart swelled with affection and gratitude.

She hurried to prepare the intravenous lines, attaching familiar wires and monitors once more—needles sliding smoothly into the veins of his forearm, sensors adhering to his chest and temples.

As she worked, her mind drifted briefly to the very first time she had done this.

She had cried the entire time—tears streaming down her face, hands shaking so badly she couldn’t hold the needle steady.

She had been terrified of hurting him, even a little.

Mika, barely a child then, had gently taken her trembling hand in his and guided the needle in himself, smiling the whole time.

"It’s okay, Fauna. I trust you."

But over the years, that fear had faded.

She had learned, beyond any doubt, that Mika would always be safe. Always healthy.

Always hers to protect and yet, paradoxically, the one protecting her work.

Now, she felt only excitement.

Once everything was connected, Fauna held up the first vial, eyes bright.

"Are you ready, Mika?"

He gave a lazy thumbs-up without opening his eyes.

"As ready as I’ll ever be."

She nodded, slotting the vial into the automated infusion port.

The machine hummed softly. Clear fluid traveled through the transparent tubing and disappeared into his vein.

One of the many advantages of using Mika: he could consciously accelerate metabolic and cellular processes at will.

Effects that would take days or weeks in a normal subject manifested in minutes—allowing Fauna to gather complete data in a single session.

So, within moments, her tablet pinged with incoming results.

She scrolled rapidly, watching cellular markers shift, hormone levels adjust, toxicity panels remain perfectly green.

A wide smile spread across her face.

"Test number one is perfect, Mika! Absolutely no adverse reactions—efficacy looks even better than projected."

Mika cracked one eye open. "Great. How many more to go?"

Fauna gave a sheepish half-chuckle.

"Well...I’ve been working on this line all year. There are...sixty-three in total."

"Sixty-three?" Mika let out a low whistle. "Guess we’re not leaving anytime soon."

He leaned back against the pillow, closing his eyes again.

"Whatever. Just put on some music and do what you need to do. I’ll take a nap."

Fauna quickly connected her tablet to the room’s sound system. Soft, soothing instrumental music—gentle piano and strings filled the air.

She even dimmed the overhead lights to a warm amber glow so that he relax better like it was a spa.

Then she returned to work.

One by one, she loaded vials into the machine.

Serum after serum flowed into Mika’s veins.

Hair-regrowth compound.

Permanent depilatory.

Collagen booster.

Melanin stabilizer.

Libido enhancer.

Potency amplifier.

Each time, the monitors sang with clean, beautiful data.

No toxicity. No inflammation. Perfect integration.

Mika too remained utterly relaxed—breathing steady, face peaceful, as calm as if he were simply sunbathing.

Anyone else would have collapsed from overdose long ago.

But not Mika.

He was exactly the same—healthy, strong, unbreakable.

And Fauna, ever vigilant, kept one eye on the health monitors the entire time, confirming again and again that he was perfectly fine.

But the other eye...

The other eye kept drifting.

Again.

And again.

To the heavy, thick outline beneath the thin shorts.

Each time she loaded a new vial, her gaze flicked downward.

Each time she reviewed results, it wandered back.

She told herself to stop.

She scolded herself silently.

But she couldn’t.

The shape had burned itself into her mind—every ridge, every vein, the impossible length and girth.

By the fiftieth vial, she could measure it with her hands.

By the fourtieth, could have drawn it from memory alone.

Hours slipped by—serum, results, glance; serum, results, glance; serum, results, glance.

Until finally, with the room bathed in the gentle glow of the moon filtering through the tinted windows—Fauna loaded the very last vial.

She let out a soft, tired but overjoyed sigh.

"Just one more, Mika." She whispered, voice tender. "One more serum and it will all be over."

Hearing Fauna’s voice, Mika stirred from his light nap.

He blinked a few times and turned his head toward her with a sleepy but curious smile.

"I thought I was going to have to spend the entire night here." He said, voice a little husky from dozing. "But only ten minutes left? Nice."

"So...what exactly is this last one?"

"You’ve been saving the mysterious grand finale for the end, haven’t you?"

Fauna glanced down at the final vial in her hand.

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she hesitated, fingers tightening around the glass.

"It’s...actually a special one."

She admitted shyly, eyes flicking up to meet his before darting away again.

"It’s a all-in-one compound designed to enhance...male masculinity."

Mika raised an eyebrow, while Fauna cleared her throat, the blush deepening.

"Basically...it increases libido and sex drive. Improves stamina—makes, um...that area down there last longer. And overall, it gives a significant boost in testosterone, especially in contexts related to...fertility and making babies."

Mika narrowed his eyes playfully, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

"That really is suspicious, Fauna. Why would my pure, innocent little mother create something like that?"

"Have you secretly turned into a naughty girl while I wasn’t looking?"

Fauna’s face went scarlet.

"N-No! No, not at all, Mika!"

She shook her head vigorously before hesitantly going on to say,

"I was just browsing some medical forums a few months back—purely for research—and I stumbled onto a thread. It asked, "What medicine do men secretly wish existed most?’ And...well...this kind of formula was by far the most requested."

"So many men struggle with confidence in that area. I thought...if I could create something safe and effective, it would help a lot of people feel better about themselves. That’s all!"

Mika stared at her for a second, then burst into warm laughter.

"I can’t believe you actually went and made someone’s fantasy drug."

He said, shaking his head in amusement.

"You really are something else, Fauna. The world’s greatest healer, spending her genius on supercharged virility serum because of an internet thread."

He leaned back again, still grinning.

"Well, whatever. Let’s just finish it and some dinner. I’m starving."

Deep inside, though, Mika’s heart raced with quiet joy.

Everything was aligning perfectly.

The earlier aphrodisiac incident, the new compounds, Fauna’s lingering glances all day, and finally this final serum that would work perfectly in his story that he was going to build.

It felt as though fate itself was handing him the perfect opportunity.

Meanwhile, Fauna, still flustered but grateful he hadn’t pressed further, pressed the button on the machine.

The clear, faintly shimmering liquid was drawn up through the tubing and delivered smoothly into Mika’s vein.

She then returned to her tablet, watching the initial readings with the same meticulous care she’d shown for the previous sixty-two tests.

At first, everything appeared normal.

No toxicity, no inflammatory markers, metabolic pathways responding exactly as designed.

Fauna allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

Then one value spiked.

A small anomaly.

"That’s odd." She whispered. "That shouldn’t—"

Another reading leapt.

Her brows knit together, a nervous line forming between them as her thumb slid across the display.

"No, no, it must be a glitch...It has to be..."

But then the third spike hit.

Then the fourth.

And her stomach dropped.

Readings that should have remained flat began climbing rapidly—hormone levels, neural arousal patterns, vascular flow in very specific regions.

Fauna’s eyes widened in shock.

This had never happened before.

Not once, in over a decade of testing, had any compound truly affected Mika’s physiology in an unintended way.

She looked up, mouth opening to warn him.

But froze when she the sight in front of her.

Mika’s skin had taken on a deeper, flushed tone—warm, almost feverish.

A light sheen of fresh sweat glistened across his chest and abdomen and his breathing had quickened subtly.

"M-Mika—"

She began, voice trembling with sudden panic.

"I’m so sorry—I don’t know what’s happening. The readings are going haywire. Your body is reacting to the serum. We need to initiate emergency flush protocol right now—"

Her hands shook as she reached for the override controls.

For all her legendary composure in crisis, when it came to her son, fear overrode everything.

Mika, however, remained remarkably calm.

"Really, Fauna?" He asked softly, giving her a reassuring smile. "The thing is I don’t feel anything unusual. I’m the same as—"

He cut off abruptly.

His eyes narrowed.

Jaw clenched.

"Hnnn!" A low, strained sound escaped his throat as his fingers dug into the mattress sheets. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Fauna’s heart shattered hearing this.

"Mika! Are you all right?" She cried, rushing to his side. "Mika, what’s wrong?!"

He couldn’t answer at first.

His body twitched involuntarily—muscles tightening, back arching slightly off the bed.

"Mika!" Fauna cried, hands hovering over him in panic. "What’s wrong? Talk to me! Please!"

In a tight, strained voice, he finally managed.

"I...I don’t know. It feels like...everything is getting really hot. Blood rushing...especially down there. I’ve never felt it this...intense before."

"Ahhhh!" He groaned, gripping the sheets harder, body visibly straining against the sudden surge.

And seeing Mika struggle like this, Fauna’s world narrowed to a single point of terror.

For years she had taken his invulnerability for granted.

Nothing could hurt him.

Nothing could affect him.

But now—now—he was suffering because of something she had made.

Her mind went blank.

Her vision blurred with tears.

She felt her knees buckle.

She felt like fainting on the spot.

But then she looked at him.

At the boy she had raised. Her son who had trusted her with his life, again and again.

Something ancient and maternal ignited inside her.

Something that told her that she had to save her baby boy at all costs.

So suddenly—

Boom!

Gold light spilled across her skin, dim at first, then brilliant.

Her eyes burned with the same luminous hue as power surged through her, raw and overwhelming.

The air in the lab vibrated.

Far above, the city also felt it.

A massive halo of divine energy formed high above the city, visible for miles: an enormous, perfect golden ring encircling the skyline like an angel’s halo made manifest.

Citizens on the streets below gasped, pointing upward in awe and fear—some falling to their knees, others filming with trembling hands.

It was one of Fauna’s ultimate spells—an ability meant to heal or resurrect hundreds of thousands, even millions, in a single cast.

And she was pouring every drop of it into saving one person.

Her son.

As to her, her son’s life was the worth the entire world.

The halo flared brighter, preparing to descend.

But just then—

Abruptly, Mika’s tension eased.

The spasms stopped.

His breathing steadied.

The flush on his skin faded to normal.

He then blinked, confused, and slowly turned his head toward her.

"Fauna...?" He asked softly, voice calm again. "What are you doing? Why are you glowing like that?"

Fauna stared before quickly looking down to her tablet.

It’s showed that all readings returning to perfect baseline.

No damage.

No lingering effects.

He was...fine.

And the moment she realised this, the golden aura around her flickered, then vanished.

Crack!

The massive halo in the sky also shattered into countless sparkling fragments, raining harmless light over the city before dissolving into nothingness.

And the moment she touched the ground, she threw herself onto the bed, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.

She reached for him, hands shaking as she clutched his arm, then his hand, then cupped his face.

"A-Are you all right, Mika?"

She whispered brokenly, voice thick with fear and relief.

"Are you really all right? I’m so sorry, baby—I’m so, so sorry. I never expected this to happen."

"I thought...I thought I was going to lose you."

Fresh tears welled as she pressed her forehead to his shoulder.

"I-I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. Please...tell me you’re truly okay."

And seeing how she was trembling, Mika’s arms wrapped around her immediately, pulling her into a warm, protective hug.

"I’m completely alright, Fauna." He murmured against her hair, while rubbing her back. "Really. I’m okay now."

He eased her back just enough to meet her eyes, an awkward, slightly embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.

"I honestly have no idea what just happened. My whole body felt...weird. Hot. Like there was this sudden rush of heat surging through me, making everything tense up and twitch. I’ve never felt anything like it before.-

"But then just as fast as it came—it vanished."

"I don’t feel it anymore. Nothing at all."

Fauna searched his face anxiously, still wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Are you really telling me the truth, Mika?" She asked softly, voice pleading. "Please don’t lie just to make me feel better. This isn’t the time for that!"

Mika shook his head firmly, expression earnest.

"I promise I’m not lying. If you don’t believe me, just check the readings yourself. Everything should be back to normal."

Fauna hesitated for only a second before pulling away and grabbing her tablet again. She scrolled frantically through the live data—cross-referencing every spike and recovery.

And to her astonishment, every metric was perfectly stable.

No residual inflammation.

No lingering anomalies.

His body was, once again, in flawless equilibrium.

A shaky breath of pure relief escaped her lips.

The deep crease of worry on her forehead finally smoothed.

"You’re all right, Mika...you’re really all right." She whispered, voice thick with gratitude.

Mika grinned, relieved to see the fear leaving her face.

"See? I told you, Fauna. I told you nothing would happen to me."

But mid-smile—his expression suddenly froze.

His eyes widened.

He turned his head sharply, staring downward.

A look of pure horror crept over his face.

"Mika...?" She asked, confused. "What’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer—just stared, face going pale.

Curious and newly worried, Fauna followed his line of sight.

And the moment she saw what he was looking at, her own face froze.

A slow, burning blush crept up her neck and across her cheeks as horrified realization dawned.

There—directly in front of them—Mika’s penis, which had spent the entire day outlined so prominently in his thin medical shorts, was changing.

Growing.

Thickening.

Fauna knew its resting shape intimately by now—after hours of stolen glances, she had memorized every detail.

But this was undeniably different.

It was lengthening before her eyes, the heavy outline pushing insistently against the damp fabric, rising higher and higher like a flagpole being hoisted.

The shorts strained.

The waistband lifted away from his hips.

And then—a clear glimpse of the swollen, bulbous head emerging from the leg opening could be seen.

The moment she saw the head peaking out, Fauna snapped out of her frozen daze.

"W-What’s happening, Mika?!" She cried, voice pitching high with panic. "Why—why is it coming out like that?!-

-Why is your...your thing hanging out?!"

Mika’s face was just as red, eyes wide with genuine alarm.

"I—I don’t know!" He stammered, hands hovering uselessly. "I have no clue! I’m not thinking anything lewd—I have zero reason to be hard right now—but it just keeps getting harder and harder!"

It was true.

The shaft continued to swell, veins pulsing visibly along its length, lifting higher, pressing impossibly against the fabric.

And the shorts—already soaked and stretched thin—could not contain it.

With a sudden, sharp ripping sound, the seam along the side gave way.

Rip!

The front tore open completely.

The ruined shorts burst apart and fell away in tatters.

And Mika’s fully erect penis sprang free—unrestrained at last.

Whoosh!

It surged upward in one powerful arc, standing rigid and proud like a dragon rising to the sky.

Thicker than Fauna could have imagined.

Longer.

Veined and throbbing, the swollen head glistening faintly under the room’s lights.

The sheer size of it—now fully engorged—was overwhelming.

Fauna could do nothing but stare, mouth slightly open, face flushed crimson with a chaotic mix of horror, shock, and something far too warm to acknowledge.

She had never—never—expected to see her son’s raging, magnificent erection like this.

Not today.

Not ever.

And yet there it was, towering proudly in front of her, impossible to ignore.

"F-Fauna...I swear I’m not doing this on purpose..."

Mika chuckled awkwardly like anyone would after being caught in such a embarrassing position.

But deep down he was elated.

Everything was going just as planned and now all he had to do was alter the narrative in a way that it would land Fauna’s lips on his swollen dick.