SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 354: I Almost Lost My Treasure!

At first, when Mika began to explain, Anya wasn’t really listening.

Her eyes kept drifting—almost against her will—down to where her mother’s mouth was wrapped around Mika’s thick cock.

The sight was mesmerizing in the most horrifying way.

After all, Fauna had always been clumsy in everyday life.

Spilling coffee on the counter, tripping over rugs, forgetting where she put her keys, while Anya was constantly cleaning up after her, rolling her eyes fondly at her mother’s adorable chaos.

And right now, Anya had half-expected the same here: awkward licks, hesitant sucks, maybe even a few accidental grazes of teeth.

But no.

Fauna’s mouth moved with devastating precision.

She knew exactly when to swirl her tongue around the head, when to hollow her cheeks and suck hard, when to dip lower and caress his heavy balls with soft, reverent fingers.

Her throat worked smoothly, taking him deeper with every bob of her head, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

It became even worse when Anya watched, stunned, as Mika’s cock twitched violently in Fauna’s mouth.

Her mother’s eyes widened slightly—then she pushed forward, burying him all the way to the hilt.

Mika groaned low in his throat, while Anya’s breath caught.

She knew that twitch.

She knew what it meant.

Her mother was taking his load deep into her throat.

Swallowing.

Drinking him down like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And when a thick rope of cum escaped the corner of Fauna’s mouth and dripped onto the tip of her nose, Fauna didn’t wipe it away with her hand like any normal person would.

Instead, she stuck her tongue out—adorably, almost childishly and tried to lick it off, chasing the drop with little kitten licks until it disappeared into her mouth.

Anya stared.

She thought that the person in front of her wasn’t her mother.

But after seeing that gesture that was adorable and lewd at the same time, she knew that was definitely her mother.

The same woman who baked cookies with her on rainy days.

The same woman who cried at sad movies and hugged strangers puppies in the park.

And yet here she was—sucking cock like a seasoned whore, swallowing cum with obvious satisfaction, licking stray drops like they were candy.

Anya felt dizzy.

But as Mika’s story continued, her attention was slowly dragged back.

He spoke calmly about how he had helped his other sisters.

How he had fingered them until they squirted, how he had made them scream his name in pleasure.

Anya’s hands clenched into fists.

Jealousy surged through her like wildfire—hot, sharp, possessive. Anger too.

The thought of him touching anyone else, making anyone else come apart like that—

But she swallowed it down.

She knew better.

Going against Mika, hurting the women he cared about was suicide.

She had learned that lesson long ago.

So she stayed silent. Listening.

Then confusion replaced the jealousy as Mika spoke about something being wrong with his body.

Anya’s ears perked up.

Wrong?

Mika—her invincible, unbreakable Mika had something wrong?

Her heart lurched with worry.

But then relief—when he said tests had been run. Relief again when he said the tests came back better than expected.

Then shock—pure, icy shock as he explained the medicine Fauna had created.

How they had treated him like a lab rat again.

How the previous activities had combined with the new drug in a catastrophic way.

How he had almost died.

Anya’s face went pale.

She swayed, grabbing onto Mika’s arm for support.

Her vision blurred.

But then—relief again when he said Fauna had brought him back. Saved him.

That relief lasted only seconds.

Because then Mika explained the aftermath.

The raging, uncontrollable erection.

The mystery.

The discovery.

And the horrifying solution:

His cock would explode—literally burst into piecesif they didn’t transfer the neutralizing substance from Fauna’s body to his.

Anya felt lightheaded.

She thought she might actually faint.

Her beloved Mika—her everything—had come that close to losing his life.

And worse—losing the very cock she adored.

The cock she worshipped daily.

The cock she had made countless replicas of when she was younger—silicone copies she kept hidden in her room, playing with them obsessively when Mika wasn’t around.

The thought of that perfect, thick, beautiful thing exploding—

It felt like losing a family member.

Her chest ached.

But then—hope.

When Mika said there was a solution.

Then horror again when he explained what the solution actually was.

Exchanging fluids.

Fauna sucking his cock.

Swallowing his cum.

Kissing him deeply, messily, tongue-to-tongue, to pass the re-engineered substance.

Anya’s mouth fell open.

She stared at him, then at Fauna, then back at him.

For a moment she thought it was a joke.

A cruel, elaborate prank.

But Mika’s face was serious.

He wasn’t joking.

He laid it all out, every filthy detail leaving nothing out and realising this, Anya’s mind reeled.

How?

How was this possible?

Fauna was the greatest doctor alive.

Millions of medical methods also existed.

And yet—the top expert in the world had been forced to resort to something so perverted, so dirty, so taboo?

It made no sense.

But then Anya looked at Mika.

Really looked.

And she understood.

When it came to Mika—nothing was normal.

Everything about him was bizarre.

Unique.

Impossible.

So of course the solution would be something this outrageous.

By the time Mika finished the full explanation, Anya sat in stunned silence.

Her face was blank—eyes distant, lost in her own spiraling thoughts.

Fauna, finally pulling off Mika’s cock with a wet gasp, saliva and cum stringing from her swollen lips looked at her daughter in terror.

She wanted to speak.

Wanted to apologize.

Wanted to explain.

But no words came.

She could only stare pleading, helpless and praying Anya wouldn’t hate her.

The silence stretched.

Then, slowly, she turned her head.

But shockingly, her eyes were cold.

Dangerous.

The same look she wore when someone had crossed her in the parliament.

When someone had dared threaten someone she cared about.

And seeing this, Fauna’s heart stopped.

She knew that look.

Anya was furious.

Protective fury for her mother.

After all, Anya was strict with her mother—always scolding her for being too trusting, too gentle for her own good.

But that strictness came from a place of love.

Deep down, she saw her mother as someone far too innocent for the cruel world they lived in.

Because of that, Anya was always hovering, always watching, always making sure her mother was shielded from anything and anyone that could hurt her.

So right now, seeing her mother caught up in this situation, Anya’s blood was boiling. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. Furious that her mother had been dragged into this mess at all.

She thought for sure that Anya’s anger was directed at Mika for pulling her mother into this chaos.

She thought Anya was about to lunge at Mika. Blame him. Attack him for ’forcing’ Fauna into this.

So, Fauna threw up both hands in panic.

"Hold on, Anya! Hold on—don’t do anything to Mika!" She cried, voice shaking. "Mika had nothing to do with this! He’s just a victim in the whole thing! There’s no need to get angry at him—he didn’t do anything wrong!"

Hearing this, Anya blinked slowly.

Then, very softly, she spoke.

"What...are you talking about, Mom?"

Her voice was slow. Menacing before a dangerous smile curled her lips.

"Why are you talking as if I’m going to do anything to Mika?"

She tilted her head.

"He really is innocent. He had nothing to do with this. He just went along with what he was told. He did nothing wrong."

Her gaze sharpened—locked onto Fauna.

"But you..."

Anya leaned closer, as Fauna shrank back instinctively.

"You’re the one who messed this all up."

Fauna’s eyes widened.

"Even though you’re supposed to be the smartest, most powerful doctor in the world...you couldn’t see through such a simple problem. You ended up causing Mika to go through all that suffering, not just suffering, but almost losing his life."

Anya shook her head in frustration.

"I told you so many times. This is exactly why I told you over and over not to make mistakes. Always double-check everything. Don’t be so ditzy and clumsy all the time."

She sighed, almost disappointed.

"I thought...okay, in normal life you’re a menace. You do whatever you want, trip over things, make messes. I clean up after you constantly."

"But when you were being a doctor—when you were in your element—I thought were thorough. Careful. Perfect..."

"...But now?"

She chuckled in a cold manner.

"Now you’ve just screwed up. And not just any screw-up..."

"...You almost destroyed the most important thing in my life."

Anya’s hand shot out, wrapping around Mika’s still-hard cock.

She then stroked it possessively up and down.

"This." She hissed, eyes locked on Fauna. "This is the most precious thing in the world to me. This cock. This perfect, thick, beautiful cock."

"I love it so much, Mom. I dream about sucking it all the time. I’ve made replicas—dozens of them—just so I can have it whenever I want. It’s a prime specimen. No one else in the world could possibly possess a cock so thick, so long, so perfect."

She looked up at Fauna—tears shimmering in her eyes.

"And you...you almost destroyed it."

Fauna’s lower lip trembled.

Anya’s voice cracked as she added,

"And you know what the worst part is?"

Fauna shook her head frantically.

Anya leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper.

"The worst part, the part that really bugs me the most..."

She paused.

Then—

"It’s the fact that I haven’t even taken Mika’s cock into my body yet."

Fauna’s eyes widened in horror.

"I’m still a virgin." Anya continued softly. "I was waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect night."

"And now...because of you...all of that could be ruined. I might never get that chance. I might never feel him inside me. And it’s all because of you."

She pointed one trembling finger at Fauna.

"You almost took my precious penis away from me."

Hearing her daughter’s anguish, Fauna’s eyes filled with tears instantly.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, voice breaking. "I’m so sorry, Anya...I’m so, so sorry..."

Tears spilled over.

"I didn’t mean to...I didn’t mean for any of this to happen...It just...It just happened..."

"I-I’m sorry, baby...Mommy’s so sorry..."

And seeing her mother tear up like that in a guilty manner, completely caught Anya off guard.

The cold anger that had been burning in her chest fizzled out instantly, replaced by a sharp pang of regret.

She realized that she had been really mean.

Horribly mean.

She had said cruel, cutting things to her own mother, the person she loved and protected more than anyone else in the world.

That wasn’t her goal.

Not at all.

Her words had come from utter frustration and helplessness because she truly cared about Mika’s cock.

Loved it. Worshipped it.

The thought of it exploding, of never being able to feel it inside her the way she had dreamed about for so long, had struck her so deeply that she had lashed out without thinking.

But now her mother was crying.

And Anya didn’t know what to do.

She froze—caught in a difficult, painful position—hands clenched at her sides, tail drooping.

Luckily, Mika stepped in.

He gently pulled Fauna into his embrace, wrapping his strong arms around her trembling body and stroking her back in a soothing manner.

"It’s alright." He murmured softly against her hair. "It’s alright, Fauna. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault at all."

Fauna sniffled, burying her face in his chest.

"It was a simple mistake." Mika continued, voice calm and reassuring. "A mistake anyone could have made."

"After all, you’re not just a battle angel. You’re not just one of the most powerful people in the world."

"Before all of that...you’re still human. A human who makes mistakes."

"And this was something even you couldn’t have predicted. No one could have."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"It’s going to be alright."

Fauna’s trembling slowly began to ease. She buried her face against his chest, letting his warmth and words wrap around her like a blanket.

Mika then turned his head slightly, looking at Anya with calm, patient eyes.

"Anya." He said gently. "You said some pretty harsh things to your mother just now."

Anya flinched.

"She already feels terribly bad about what happened. You should have seen the look on her face when my body was reacting...when she thought she might lose me."

"All the light left her eyes for a moment. She truly felt devastated."

Anya’s expression crumpled into guilt.

Mika continued, stroking Fauna’s back.

"And she’s sacrificed quite a lot, you know."

"The fact that she’s willing to accept sucking my cock, doing all these naughty, taboo things with me, even though I’m her son shows her dedication."

"It shows how much she wants to save me. How much she loves me."

He met Anya’s eyes steadily.

"None of this happened because she wanted to. It’s all because of coincidences. Circumstances. She’s already made huge sacrifices by crossing lines she never imagined crossing. So..."

"...you shouldn’t blame her anymore, alright?"

Anya looked down, ears drooping.

Then, she nodded.

"Yes, Mika..." She whispered. "I’m sorry."

She then turned to her mother, who was looking back at her, eyes red-rimmed, trembling, hopeful.

Anya’s voice cracked.

"I’m sorry, Mom." She said, voice small. "I got a little too worked up...I said such mean things to you. I-I didn’t mean any of it."

"It’s just...Mika’s penis means so much to me. That’s why I...I went a little crazy for a second."

She gave a weak, sheepish smile.

"And you know...you need a penis to make a child. So I thought...I might never get to have a baby with Mika. And I just...panicked."

Fauna sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

Then slowly she smiled back.

"It’s alright, Anya. It’s alright."

She reached out and caressed her daughter’s cheek.

"I’d probably react the same way if I thought I wasn’t going to get a grandchild soon."

She smiled through her tears.

"I understand why you were worried."

Anya managed a small, relieved smile in return.

The tension in the room eased—just a little.

But then Anya’s expression shifted again.

An awkward, hesitant look crossed her face.

She fidgeted with the hem of her lingerie, golden tail twitching nervously.

"So...um..." She started, voice shy. "What you did right now...sucking him...kissing him...all those things..."

She looked up at Fauna through her lashes.

"It was...not because you wanted to, right?"

"It was just because you were forced to? Because of the circumstances? Like you said before?"