SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 355: Can You Help Me Produce Some Milk?

Fauna looked away with a guilty look on her face.

Technically...it wasn’t even entirely true.

Yes, circumstances had pushed her into it.

But there had been a very large part of her—a hungry, aching, desperate part that had wanted it.

Craved it.

Used the ’medical necessity’ as the perfect excuse to finally give in.

But she couldn’t say that.

Not now.

Not to her daughter.

So she simply nodded.

"Yes, Anya..." She whispered. "It was...technically just a medical procedure. We had no other choice. The only way to save Mika...was to do what I’m doing right now."

"I-I didn’t want to do such naughty, dirty things to my own son...but I was forced to. To save his life."

Anya let out a deep, relieved sigh.

"That’s a relief...that’s such a big relief." She breathed. "I don’t know what I would have done if my own mother was willingly her son’s penis like this."

"I’d probably go crazy. I wouldn’t know what to say. That would be...too much information for me."

She laughed weakly.

"I’m so relieved it’s like that."

Fauna’s face burned with awkward guilt.

Mika, meanwhile, had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

In his mind, he knew the truth.

He had managed to bring both of them this far—kissing, sucking, touching, tasting—but they weren’t there yet.

Not completely.

Anya was still fiercely against the idea of Fauna willingly wanting this.

She still saw it as something forced, something tragic, something that could be forgiven only because it was necessary.

And Fauna was still clinging to the ’medical procedure’ excuse like a lifeline.

They weren’t ready for the final step.

Not yet.

He still needed to build it higher.

Increase the intimacy.

Deepen the corruption.

Slowly.

Carefully.

But just as Anya was basking in her relief, a strange look crossed her face.

Doubt flickered in her eyes.

She stared down at her mother’s hand that was still resting on Mika’s thigh, fingers glistening with saliva and traces of cum.

Then she looked up, directly into Fauna’s eyes.

"Okay..." She said slowly. "I understand that you did this because you were forced to. Because of circumstances. You had to do all these dirty things to save him."

She paused.

"But..."

Her gaze sharpened.

"Why exactly did you seem so into it a moment ago?"

Fauna froze, as Anya leaned closer.

"You said it was just a medical procedure. So why did you say all those dirty things?"

"Why did you say you love sucking his penis? That you love how thick it is, how it stretches your mouth, how it chokes you?"

"Why did you look like you were enjoying it so much?"

She tilted her head.

"Not to mention, you had the same look in your eyes that I have when I suck him. The same hunger. The same lust."

Her voice dropped lower.

"And when we were kissing, all three of us, you were kissing me back. Passionately. Like you wanted it. Like you craved it."

Anya’s tail lashed once, sharp and accusing.

"If you were really just forced by circumstances, why did it look like you were filled with lust?"

"Why...did it look like you were craving Mika, Mom?"

Fauna was completely caught off guard by the question.

Anya had asked it so directly—without hesitation, without softening the edges, without giving her any room to dodge.

It made perfect sense, though.

Anya was never the type to dance around a topic.

She didn’t overthink. She didn’t hint.

She simply cut straight to the heart of things, no matter how uncomfortable, no matter how strange or taboo the question felt.

And the truth?

The truth was simple.

Fauna wanted it.

She craved Mika.

Ever since that first forbidden taste—since the moment she’d looked up at him with his cock stretching her lips and realized he wasn’t just her little boy anymore—he had become a man in her eyes.

A man she lusted after.

A man she ached for.

She had become a complete slut for him—shameless, desperate, dripping at the mere thought of him filling her mouth again.

That was the truth.

But she could never say that out loud.

Not to Anya.

Not to her own daughter.

There was no way she could confess that she lusted after her son.

That she dreamed about him when she was alone.

That even now, with his cum still warm on her tongue, she wanted more.

So she scrambled.

But nothing came.

She had faced the sharpest minds in the world—panels of the most brilliant researchers, skeptics who tore apart her theories with surgical precision.

She had answered every tricky question flawlessly.

She had been untouchable.

But this?

This one simple, devastating question?

She had no defense.

No clever deflection.

No scientific jargon to hide behind.

So in pure, desperate panic, she looked at Mika.

Her eyes were wide, shimmering with tears and pleading.

’Help me.’

’Please.’

’Save me.’

Mika saw the look.

And inside, he smiled.

’God, she looks so cute when she begs.’ He thought.

That pitiful, trembling gaze.

Those flushed cheeks.

The way her lips parted like she was about to cry.

It was adorable.

Irresistible.

But nonetheless, he decided to give in.

He turned to Anya, expression calm and serious.

"That’s actually because of the remnants of the aphrodisiac." He said smoothly.

Anya blinked, while Mika continued without missing a beat.

"While transferring the fluid from my body—that is, my seed into hers, the aphrodisiac that hasn’t been properly neutralized yet also gets passed along. It affects her too."

He stroked Fauna’s hair gently.

"Of course, it’s not as potent in her system. She’s not going to go through anything life-threatening. No harm."

"But...there are going to be side effects."

"Lustful feelings. Uncontrollable urges. It clouds her mind. Makes her act in ways she doesn’t consciously want to."

"It brings out the...more primal side of her."

He looked down at Fauna with something almost like affection.

"Basically, right now...she doesn’t exactly see me as her son. She sees me as a man she craves."

"But it’s simply a side effect of the procedure we’re doing and will go away soon. Nothing more."

Anya’s expression slowly shifted from suspicion to understanding.

"Oh..." She said quietly. "I see."

She nodded once.

"That makes sense. That makes total sense."

She didn’t doubt it.

Not for a second.

The idea that her sweet, pure mother would willingly lust after her own son—would moan those filthy things, would kiss with that much hunger—didn’t fit.

It couldn’t fit.

So Mika’s explanation slotted perfectly into the only framework Anya could accept.

Fauna, meanwhile, looked up at Mika with a gaze full of gratitude...and quiet fear.

She didn’t know.

Did he actually believe the excuse he’d just given?

Did he truly think her behavior was only because of lingering aphrodisiac effects?

Or...

Had he made it up on the spot—fully aware that she wanted him?

That she craved him? That every moan, every lick, every desperate swallow had been real?

The uncertainty made her stomach twist.

She decided that she would test him later.

Probe gently.

See what he really thought.

But before she could even begin to plan— 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Anya suddenly let out a small, surprised giggle.

Then another.

Soon she was laughing softly to herself, shoulders shaking.

Fauna blinked in confusion.

Anya wiped at her eyes, still chuckling, then looked at her mother with a mischievous glint.

"Mom, if the way you’re acting right now is because of the aphrodisiac...and right now you’re looking at Mika like a man..."

She said slowly, teasingly.

"...then technically, it doesn’t mean you’re my mother anymore. Or at least I shouldn’t treat you like my mother."

Fauna’s blinked in confusion.

"Instead." Anya continued, grin widening. "I should treat you like...my enemy. Or my rival."

She leaned forward playfully.

"After all in the past, every single woman in the world except you was technically my rival. They all wanted Mika. He was a target for all of them."

"But you?"

"You were safe. You were Mom. So I didn’t care."

She tilted her head.

"But now...with the way things are..."

She giggled again.

"It’s almost like Mom, you’re also someone I should watch out for. Someone who might try to steal Mika away from me."

She said it in a joking tone.

But Fauna didn’t laugh.

Because deep down...it wasn’t entirely a joke.

In a twisted, shameful way...she was her daughter’s rival.

She wanted Mika.

Possessively.

Desperately.

And the realization made her head spin.

Anya, still smiling, suddenly frowned—another doubtful look crossing her face.

She looked at Mika and slowly asked,

"Wait...hold on a second. Why exactly did you tell me all of this right now? And why are you showing it to me?"

She frowned.

"If it was me in your position...I wouldn’t have said anything. I would have kept it a complete secret."

"After all, this is taboo. Wrong. Dangerous. It would have been so much simpler if you’d just handled it quietly until the issue was solved and then forgotten it ever happened."

She leaned closer.

"There was absolutely no need to involve me. No need to let me see any of this."

Her voice dropped.

"So, why did you tell me, Mika."

She narrowed her eyes further.

"Don’t tell me...this is some kind of game you’re playing. To tease me. To fluster me."

Mika chuckled before he slid his hand up her side, fingers brushing the underside of her breast.

"In a way..." He murmured, squeezing gently. "...it actually is."

Anya whimpered softly as her nipple was pinched through the thin fabric.

"Watching you get all flustered, lost, confused, struggling to keep up while I have full contro..."

"...it’s absolutely tantalizing to see."

He leaned in, kissing her deeply until she was trembling against him.

When he pulled back, she was flushed, breathing hard.

"But more than that..." He continued gently. "...it’s because we need you in the picture right now."

"After all...you’re an absolute necessity for this entire procedure."

Anya frowned, confused.

"Me?" She echoed. "Why me?"

She puffed out her chest slightly as she proclaimed,

"I’m definitely smart. Just as smart as Mom—maybe smarter. I’m her daughter, after all."

Then she frowned deeper.

"But my expertise is legislative. Political. Not medical. It’s not like I can do surgery with Mom to help you out, Mika."

She looked at him earnestly.

"So how in the world can I help?"

Mika gave a knowing smile as he said,

"It’s not your smarts I need right now..."

"...it’s your blessing."

He then glanced at Fauna and mischievously added,

"And your mother over here will explain what exactly we need your blessing for."

Being putting in the spotlight all of a sudden, Fauna’s eyes widened in panic.

"M-Mika, why do I have to—?" She pleaded. "Can’t you just tell her? It’s...It’s so embarrassing..."

Mika shook his head.

"I’m honestly tired of explaining everything myself." He said calmly. "This time...it’s your turn."

Anya looked back and forth between them—curious, impatient.

"What is it, Mom?" She asked. "Just tell me. Why do I have to help? What do I need to do?"

She reached out, stroking Mika’s cock again—almost unconsciously.

"Say whatever it is." She said firmly. "I’ll do it. I’ll literally do anything to save Mika’s penis. I’d sacrifice limbs if I had to."

Fauna waved her hands frantically.

"No, no, no! It’s not like that! Nothing drastic!"

She took a deep, shaky breath.

Then, with a voice that was barely above a whisper she said,

"You just have to help me, help your mother...

"...produce some breast milk."

Anya froze.

Her hand stilled on Mika’s cock.

She blinked once.

Twice.

Then stared at her mother like she hadn’t heard correctly.

"...What?"