SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 357: No Milkies...?

Both Mika and Fauna blinked.

"Test?" Fauna echoed nervously.

Anya nodded once.

"Yes. To test it if I can actually make your breats produce milk properly. And for that I need you to...first need you to strip down, Mom."

"Down to your underwear. And the bra too. I need your bare breasts in front of me right now."

Fauna was blindsided by the request but then she realised it made sense and nodded.

"I—I’ll do it right now—"

She scrambled off the sofa in a nervous panic—hands already fumbling for the hem of her dress.

But then she froze.

Both of them, Mika and Anya were staring at her.

Sharp.

Focused.

Assessing.

Their gazes felt like physical weight pressing against her skin.

And Fauna hesitated,fingers trembling on the fabric.

"What’s wrong, Mom?" Anya tilted her head. "Why are you hesitating? Just pull the dress down already."

She frowned slightly.

"I’ve already seen your naked body too many times before. Mika has probably seen it even more times by now."

"And today you probably let Mika do even more dirty things to you anyway. So stop being so embarrassed."

Fauna shook her head frantically, voice small and shaky as she said,

"I’m not...I’m not embarrassed..."

She swallowed.

"I’m just...scared."

"Scared?" Anya raised an eyebrow.

Fauna nodded, eyes darting between them.

"You both...both of you are extremely scary people. Even though you’re my daughter and my son, sometimes Mommy gets intimidated by both of you."

"And right now, you’re looking at me with such scary gazes. Almost like you’re assessing my body. Like you’re thinking about what you’re going to do to it."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"It’s quite scary, Anya..."

But Anya’s expression didn’t soften.

Instead, her eyes narrowed further. Cold. Commanding.

"I told you to strip, Mom." She said flatly. "Now stop saying such nonsense and strip already."

Fauna whimpered, high and helpless.

"See!...See!...Now you’re treating me like I’m a stripper! Like I’m some woman on the street! I’m your mother, Anya!"

But Anya didn’t budge at all as she said,

"I’ll throw you on the street if you don’t strip already."

Fauna made a tiny, terrified sound like a frightened bunny but nonetheless obeyed, unable to believe that she was being bullied by her own daughter.

Hands shaking, she pulled the dress down over her shoulders.

The fabric slid to the floor in a soft puddle and she stood there in nothing but her underwear.

Then, swallowing hard, she reached behind her back.

Unclasped the bra and let it fall.

Her massive breasts spilled free—heavy, round, pale, nipples already stiff from nerves and arousal.

They bounced once, then settled, swaying gently with her breathing.

Fauna then hurried over to the sofa, practically diving into the space beside Mika.

She pressed herself tight against his side, breasts squishing against his arm as if seeking protection.

As if Mika was the only safe place in the room.

And Anya didn’t also hesitate any longer.

She lifted both hands and let them hover just inches from Fauna’s bare breasts.

The air between her palms and her mother’s skin seemed to thicken, charged.

Then it happened.

Anya’s blue eyes ignited—first a soft shimmer, then a sudden, brilliant flare of electric blue light that made the whole room feel colder.

Her rainbow hair erupted into motion, each strand catching and reflecting impossible hues, cycling through violet, emerald, crimson, gold, sapphire—like living aurora borealis trapped in silk.

The colors pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, brighter, fiercer.

Every line of her body screamed focus. Her gaze locked onto Fauna’s chest with surgical intensity, lips pressed into a thin line, brows furrowed.

It was obvious she was pushing her blessing to its absolute limit.

Fauna, meanwhile, felt heat crawl up her neck and bloom across her cheeks. Both her children were staring at her exposed breasts like they were specimens under glass.

She wanted to squirm, to cover herself, to at least cross her arms...but she didn’t.

She stayed perfectly still, letting Anya do whatever she needed to do.

The glow intensified.

Anya’s eyes became almost blinding—twin azure suns. Her hair flared so violently that it lit the walls in shifting rainbows, turning shadows into prismatic streaks.

The light grew painful even and Mika instinctively raised a hand to shield Fauna’s eyes, pulling her face against his shoulder.

"Anya—?" He started, voice tight with worry.

But before he could finish, the radiance snapped off.

Anya dropped her hands.

She exhaled sharply, shoulders sagging as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

Her face had also gone noticeably paler; she looked drained, like she’d just run ten miles uphill.

Mika and Fauna both leaned toward her at once.

"Anya, are you—?" Fauna began.

Anya raised a hand to stop them. She wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, then managed a tired, lopsided smile.

"Just like I thought." She said quietly. "Even though I’m your daughter, even though I inherited a SSS-class Blessing from you, l..."

She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh.

"I still can’t do it so easily. Not yet."

She looked straight at Fauna, pride visibly warring with reluctant honesty.

"As embarrassing as it is to admit and trust me, my pride is screaming right now, you’re still too strong for me, Mom. You’re on a level I haven’t reached yet."

She gave a small, wry smile.

"And even though I will in the future...right now? I haven’t unlocked the potential to influence a body like yours so freely. I can’t just...snap my fingers and make you produce breast milk."

Fauna’s face crumpled in horrified fear.

"So, no m-milkies for my breasts...?"

She echoed in a tiny, adorable, mortified voice—shaking her heavy breasts slightly as if to emphasize how ridiculous it sounded.

Mika’s expression also froze.

For one heart-stopping second, pure panic flashed across his face.

He had been silently thanking every god he could think of—praying in gratitude for this impossible gift.

And now Anya was saying it might not be possible?

His favorite milk—Fauna’s milk was slipping away?

He looked like he might actually pass out.

But Anya quickly raised both hands.

"No—no, you misunderstand!"

She shook her head frantically.

"I told you, I can’t freely manipulate a body like yours. Unlike you, who can just snap your fingers and heal someone, heal me, fix anything—I can’t do that. Not instantly. Not effortlessly."

She leaned forward earnestly.

"But...what I can do is establish direct contact, that is slowly infuse my blessing into your body and if your body accepts it."

"If it doesn’t reject the foreign energy, I’m pretty sure I can make you produce breast milk."

Fauna exhaled sharply in relief, while Mika’s shoulders sagged.

"Thank God..." He muttered under his breath.

The momentary terror vanished and he felt as if a huge burden lifted from his chest.

But because of this, he didn’t want to waste another second.

Without warning, he grabbed Fauna by the waist—lifting her effortlessly despite her startled squeak—and pulled her onto his lap.

His cock, still rock-hard slid hot and insistent between her soft thighs.

"So what are you waiting for, Anya?" Mika said, voice thick with barely restrained excitement. "Let’s do it."

"Fill your mother’s breasts with milk. Fill them up until they’re brimming—until it’s pouring out, leaking down her skin."

"I want to suck it all out. Fill my stomach with her milk."

But she didn’t do that and instead, Anya narrowed her eyes. She studied him for a moment before she slowly said in a suspicious manner,

"You’re...really excited right now, Mika. I mean, you’re about to drink your mother’s milk. And normally you’d be deeply embarrassed. Ashamed. You wouldn’t even admit to wanting something this humiliating."

"But you’re practically vibrating right now."

She tilted her head.

"I don’t understand why you’re so...hard. So eager. So accepting of it."

But was Mika was never one to falter to such questions as he just gave her a flat, incredulous look.

"What are you talking about, Anya?"

He gestured downward with a sharp flick of his chin.

"My penis is literally hanging on by its last thread here. This is the final straw. One more denial, one more delay, and it’s going to explode—shatter into a thousand fleshy pieces."

"Then I’ll have nothing left to jack off with. No hole to hold onto. Nothing. So yeah, I am frantic. I’ll accept literally anything at this point."

He leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting.

"And more than me? I’m pretty sure you’d be the one most devastated if my cock exploded into confetti."

"So unless you want to spend the rest of your life mourning the world’s saddest little confetti penis...you’d better hurry up."

Anya’s composure cracked just like he expected.

"I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mika!" She yelped, hands flying up. "I’ll do it! I’ll fill Mom’s breasts right now!"

She didn’t hesitate again.

She moved closer, placed both hands firmly on Fauna’s bare stomach and pressed down.

Fauna shivered violently, as Anya’s palms were cold. Ice-cold.

And then—

Anya’s eyes began to glow once more.

Not the blinding supernova from before—this time it was steady, controlled, a soft but unwavering sapphire light.

"Don’t reject it, Mom." She murmured, voice low and serious. "Your body is the fastest-regenerating, most self-healing entity on the planet because of your blessing. The second it senses anything foreign, even something from me, it’s going to fight tooth and nail to expel it."

"So don’t fight. Just...accept it. Let whatever’s coming flow in."

Fauna swallowed, closed her eyes for a long moment, then opened them again and gave a small nod.

"Okay." She whispered. "I’m ready."

Anya exhaled.

"Good. Now I have a direct connection. It won’t take long."

The three of them stared down at Fauna’s breasts in collective, breathless anticipation.

Especially Mika who had a bunch of questions on his mind.

Would they swell?

Would the nipples darken?

Would the areolas pucker?

Would milk simply start beading at the tips?

They stared, unblinking for long minutes.

Fauna’s breathing grew shallower.

Mika’s grip on her waist tightened.

Then—

Finally—

Fauna gasped.

"Look—look, Mika! It’s coming out! My breast milk is coming out!"

Mika’s eyes snapped wide.

He stared in utter shock, disbelief, wonder as it was true.

From the tip of her right nipple—pink, puffy, already glistening—a tiny white droplet had formed.

It trembled there for a heartbeat.

Then grew.

Another droplet joined it.

Then another.

Until a full, perfect dollop of milk beaded at the tip—shimmering, heavy before slowly sliding down the curve of her areola.

"We did it you guys! We did it!" Fauna clapped her hands cheerfully as if a pivotal experiment had gone perfectly. "We actually managed to produce breast milk! Now we can definitely save Mika!"

Then a soft, nostalgic smile spread across her face.

"This...This actually brings me back..." She murmured.

She looked down at Anya.

"To the time when I had you, baby girl."

Anya looked at her in confusion, as Fauna reached out and brushed her daughter’s cheek tenderly.

"When you were a little baby, my breasts were always like this. Sometimes they’d leak milk without warning. It was rather annoying back then—always spilling into my bra, making everything see-through because they just kept coming out."

She laughed softly.

"But now...looking at it...it feels so nostalgic."

"It brings me right back to when you were tiny...nursing from me."

Her voice grew softer, full of love.

"You were so cute. So adorable. So small back then. You weren’t even as big as my breasts. You were even tinier than that."

She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Anya’s forehead.

"But look at you now..."

She pulled back slightly, eyes shining.

"You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman. A beautiful, brilliant adult woman. Smart enough to lead, to take over rooms full of old men who rule the country and soon you’ll take over the entire world with how amazing you are."

She cupped Anya’s face with both hands.

"I’m so proud of you, Anya. So, so proud...of the daughter you’ve become today."

Anya froze and she was completely caught off guard by the sudden praise she was getting from her mother

Her cheeks flushed crimson and she looked away flustered, ears twitching.

"...T-Thank you, Mom." She whispered. "That...that really means a lot."

Because it did.

Her mother, her idol, the one she wanted to become, her everything had just said she was proud.

And that simple praise made her heart feel too big for her chest.

And seeing her reaction, Fauna giggled.

"See? Even though you’re scary and grown-up now...you’re still my baby girl. My little Anya. The one I nursed...the one I raised."

She smiled down at her daughter with pure adoration. Then she looked up at Mika, still perched on his lap, breasts pressed to his chest.

"Isn’t Anya so adorable, Mika? She—"

But the moment her eyes met his face, right over her shoulder—she froze.

Her smile vanished.

Her face paled.

Mika didn’t look normal.

His eyes were wrong.

They were dark, hungry, feral.

Like a predator finally unleashed from its cage.

Like something primal had snapped inside him.

And the way he stared at her...

It looked like he was about to devour her whole.