SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 378: You’re No One To Me

The ones who were most affected right now weren’t the spectators or even Nuri.

It was Astrid’s own people.

The human students standing in perfect formation behind her, the ones who served under her direct command, the ones who had seen her fury, her coldness, and her ruthlessness firsthand.

Because to them, their commander was supposed to be untouchable, sharp, emotionless, and unbreakable.

They had seen her in training sessions, pushing them beyond exhaustion without blinking, striking down those who failed to meet her standards without an ounce of sympathy.

To them, she was a goddess of discipline and steel.

But now? She looked like she was about to cry.

Her face was trembling, her eyes glistening, and her voice had cracked when she spoke to Mika.

That sight made the soldiers blood boil.

It was as if someone had just broken something sacred inside them.

"Unbelievable..." One of them muttered bitterly.

"He made Lady Astrid look like this?" another hissed.

"If she starts crying, I swear I’ll—"

"—tear that cursed freak apart myself."

Their voices were quiet but venomous.

Their glares burned into Mika’s back like arrows.

Even the students watching could feel the weight of the soldiers’ anger. But the tension shifted when Astrid suddenly lifted her head.

For a moment, she really did look like she might break—her shoulders were trembling, her breath uneven, and her lips pressed tightly together.

But then—to their astonishment—she didn’t.

Instead she looked up at the sky and inhaled deeply and exhaled.

Along with it, her posture straightened. Her shoulders squared.

She blinked rapidly, holding it all back, forcing every trace of weakness down her throat.

And when she looked down again, it wasn’t the same Astrid as before.

The fond, pleading look was gone—replaced by that familiar cold stare her soldiers knew all too well.

And it was all directed towards Mika.

"Fine, Mika." She said slowly, each word measured and trembling with restraint. "Fine. If you don’t want to be my brother, then so be it."

"I gave you the offer, again and again. I truly thought this time you’d understand just how much I care."

"But it seems you’ll never respect me as you should."

She paused, her gaze cutting down like winter frost.

"So be it. I’ll accept that."

For a brief moment, the air was still. But then her tone shifted to be more colder, more dangerous.

"However, if you refuse to acknowledge me as your sister..."

"...then that means we have no relationship at all."

A ripple of shock went through the crowd.

Mika blinked, tilting his head. "...Excuse me?"

Astrid’s expression turned darker.

"That’s right." She said firmly. "From this moment on, we’re not family. We’re not friends. We’re not anything. We’re strangers."

Gasps rippled through the audience.

Seconds ago, she had been practically begging for him to acknowledge her—chasing him, crying, pleading for one affectionate word.

And now she was severing the bond herself with frightening decisiveness.

It was a complete reversal and it unsettled everyone who saw it.

But Astrid wasn’t finished.

"In fact." She said coldly, her voice echoing through the field. "you’re not even a stranger to me anymore, Mika. You’re worse than that."

Mika blinked again, a faint sigh escaping him.

"...Here it comes."

Astrid’s aura flared, her hair lifting slightly from the wind pressure.

"You’re my enemy now." She declared. "Because clearly, you’ve chosen your side."

She pointed toward Nuri, who was floating nervously nearby.

"You stand with that little dragon and her kind. So that makes you part of their side."

Her soldiers straightened at once, the fire of battle igniting behind their eyes.

"And since we’re at odds right now, it means you’re against me. And...I’ll treat you accordingly."

The field fell utterly silent.

It was terrifying how quickly she’d flipped from desperate affection to open hostility.

"She just declared him her enemy..."

"Didn’t she call him her brother like five minutes ago?"

"This woman is terrifying..."

From big sister to sworn enemy in seconds. It was madness.

But Mika...didn’t even flinch.

He just rolled his eyes like it was a empty threat and sighed saying,

"Sure, sure, Astrid. Whatever you say."

That only infuriated her further.

"I-I’m serious, Mika!" She shouted, stamping her foot as her aura crackled again. "I mean it! I don’t like you one bit! Not one bit!"

"I’d rather have anyone over there—"

She gestured wildly toward the crowd

"—as my ally than you!"

Her subordinates nodded fiercely, proud and supportive, while several of the boys in the crowd straightened their collars, grinning smugly, silently mouthing,

’Pick me, Lady Astrid! I’ll happily be your younger brother!’

But Mika merely gave a shrug, his tone maddeningly calm.

"Sure, Astrid. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

She froze—trembling, her fists shaking at her sides—before letting out a furious "Hmph!" and spinning around sharply.

Without another word, she floated back to her subordinates, her tails whipping dramatically behind her as she landed in front of them.

Her aura flared once more, fierce and authoritative and her men immediately straightened into attention.

When she spoke next, her voice was pure authority.

"Listen well."

She announced coldly, addressing the demi-humans on the other side.

"Even though you think there a argument of fight going on right now, I honestly don’t consider it one."

"Because no matter what happens today, no matter what anyone says—we’re in the right."

Her gaze swept across the field.

"After all, the human team arrived here first. They claimed this field first, which means this is their training ground."

"You demi-humans interfered of their own accord. Therefore, they’re the ones at fault."

"And because of the disturbance you’ve caused and time you wasted for everyone here, I expect every single one of you to apologise for what you’ve done."

The human alliance members erupted into cheers.

"That’s right!"

"Show them their place, Commander Astrid!"

Meanwhile, the demi-human students immediately shouted back in protest.

"That’s not true!"

"You can’t just decide that!"

"This is shared territory!"

And right at the front, Princess Nuri herself floated higher, her tail flicking nervously.

She clearly didn’t want this escalating further, not did she want to be involved.

But as the princess of the Dragon Clan—the unofficial leader of the demi-human students, she had no choice but to speak up.

"Astrid, please." Nuri began carefully. "Let’s not turn this into something worse. My team had also scheduled this slot. It’s just a misunderstanding, a scheduling issue."

"There’s no need to make it into a war. We can share the field. Split the time, or even divide the space if necessary."

But Astrid’s response was instant, icy, and absolute.

"No."

"...No?"

"My team gets the full session." Astrid said flatly. "We came first. We stay. They can leave."

"That’s not fair!" one of the demi-humans shouted.

Astrid didn’t even glance their way.

"If they’re so desperate to play, they can find another field. There are plenty across the academy. But this one belongs to us."

The humans roared in agreement, shouting insults across the field.

"We were here first!"

"Go flap your wings somewhere else, dragon girl!"

"Humans first!"

The demi-humans, of course, fired back immediately, their tempers igniting.

"We’ll never back down!"

"You don’t own this place!"

"This is discrimination!"

And just like that, the tension that had briefly simmered exploded once again—louder, harsher, and far more personal than before.

And with the way Astrid was now standing defiantly at the front with her soldiers behind her—it was like she was trying to prove something.

Not to the demi-humans, not even to her team—but to Mika.

As if she needed to show him that she didn’t need to cry.

That she didn’t need him.

Meanwhile, across from her, Nuri hovered in the air nervously.

Her expression couldn’t have been more opposite—hesitant, anxious, her gaze darting between Astrid and Mika like a trapped animal looking for an escape.

Finally, her bright eyes turned to Mika, silently pleading for help.

She didn’t want this. Not another pointless clash. Not today.

Mika sighed and looked around, clearly trying to think of something before things got out of hand.

But before he could open his mouth—

"ENOUGH!"

A deafening voice boomed through the field, followed by a sharp, shrill whistle that sliced through the mess.

"ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!"

The shout echoed across the grounds, cutting through the noise of both sides.

Every student—human, demi-human, and even the spectators turned in confusion to see who had dared interrupt.

It was none other than a bald-headed man with a whistle still between his lips, storming forward with an exasperated glare.

Regan, the PE teacher.

His hands were planted firmly on his hips, his brow furrowed so hard it could crack stone.

"I have had it with this ridiculous argument!"

He shouted, his voice cracking slightly from sheer irritation.

"I’ve been listening to you people bicker for twenty minutes over a football field! A football field! What are you all, five years old?!"

The entire crowd froze.

Even Astrid blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off by the boldness of his tone.

But the moment Regan stepped closer, he felt something heavy press down on his shoulders, an invisible wave of mana that made his heart skip a beat.

Hundreds of eyes were on him—glowing, intimidating, filled with power.

Astrid’s own cold stare was enough to make the air around him feel like a blizzard.

His knees almost buckled from the pressure.

’Oh shit...what am I doing.’ He thought, forcing a shaky smile. ’These aren’t normal students...these are walking weapons.’

Still, he clenched his fists and stood his ground.

Not out of courage...but because of Mika.

His gaze flicked toward the boy, who looked back at him with mild surprise.

For a brief moment, Regan remembered why he was even still here in the first place.

When he’d first joined the academy, Regan had nearly quit within his first month.

The arrogance of blessed students, their impossible strength, the constant ridicule he faced as a normal human—it had crushed him.

He’d been one resignation letter away from walking out for good.

But then he met Mika, the boy from the support class.

He remembered how Mika had always treated him with respect, never with pity or superiority.

How Mika would help him carry equipment, even when he didn’t have to.

How they’d occasionally share lunch together in the cafeteria, chatting about trivial things.

That small kindness had reminded Regan why he’d become a teacher in the first place—to guide, to support, to protect.

’Because of that kid.’ Regan thought. ’I remembered that not every student here is a monster.’

And in this moment, seeing that same student caught in the middle of chaos, Regan’s exhaustion turned into resolve.

He took a deep breath, stood tall, and clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright!"

He barked, his voice cutting through the tension.

"Listen up, all of you! I don’t know how you blessed students usually handle your arguments—maybe you fight it out, maybe you blast each other with fireballs or whatever, I don’t care!"

"But right now—"

He jabbed a finger toward the field

"—you’re arguing over a football pitch!"

His tone was half scolding, half exasperated.

"And in all my years of teaching, do you know how these kinds of arguments are supposed to be solved?"

The crowd exchanged uncertain looks.

Regan smirked slightly, raising his whistle. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"By a match of football, of course!"