SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 384: It’s Just A Prank

The crowd stood frozen.

No one could breathe.

No one could blink.

Every single person who had just witnessed it was too horrified to even make a sound.

What they had seen went beyond comprehension—beyond anything they had ever thought possible.

For years, the academy had seen its share of quarrels: upper-rank students bullying the weaker ones, petty fights between divisions, even the occasional harassment that was quietly dealt with behind closed doors.

But never, never had anything like this happened so openly.

Rules here were strict. Discipline was absolute.

And yet, before their eyes, someone had just been killed. Not merely struck down, but brutally—a gaping hole torn straight through his chest for everyone to see.

No one moved. No one even breathed.

Then, a boy in the front row whispered, trembling.

"He’s dead..."

At first, no one responded. But then he repeated it louder—his voice cracking.

"He’s dead! He’s dead!"

The words rippled through the crowd like a shockwave.

"She killed him!" Someone screamed. "She actually killed him!"

"Oh my God, I just saw a murder!" Another shouted, voice shrill.

"There was a hole in his chest—there was a hole! Did you see that?!"

"Is she insane?! Is she not scared of the consequences?!"

Phones shot up everywhere, trembling hands recording every second. Some were crying, others were gagging.

One girl muttered in disbelief. "Maybe she doesn’t care. She’s a Battle Angel’s daughter, right? That’s the only reason she could do this so openly..."

Another boy shook his head violently.

"Even so—no one could just kill someone in front of witnesses! Everyone has a camera, for God’s sake! Does she not care at all?!"

"I don’t know, man!" Another shouted back. "All I know is—we just watched a murder happen right in front of us!"

The entire field was chaos. Screaming. Panic.

Professors huddled together, unsure of what to do.

Some tried to call administration; others debated contacting the authorities immediately.

No one had ever been trained for something like this.

And yet—Astrid didn’t move.

She stood there, silent, her seven tails curling slowly behind her, glistening faintly with the blood of her victim.

She gazed down at Vander’s body with an expression not of triumph, not of regret, but of something hollow.

Her eyes were distant, as if even this hadn’t been enough.

And somehow, that expression was far more terrifying than anger.

Phones kept flashing. Professors started making frantic calls to one another. The crowd grew into a roaring mess of confusion, panic, and disbelief.

Until—

"Hold up. Hold up, everyone! Just...hold up one second!"

The loud voice cut through the panic like thunder.

The entire field turned toward the sound, frowning, annoyed—

Who in the world was trying to get attention now?!

But then they saw who it was.

"Mika...?" Someone whispered.

The boy who was supposed to be injured, if not worse—he was walking toward Astrid, calmly, casually, holding up both his hands like someone trying to calm a crowd.

His expression was strained, a forced smile painted across his face.

For a moment, no one could believe it.

Wasn’t he the one who got hit?

Wasn’t he supposed to be injured, maybe even unconscious?

"What the hell—?"

"Is that...really him?!"

"He was hit full force by that blessing! He should be in the infirmary!"

But he was fine. Completely fine. Not a scratch on him.

He walked right past Astrid’s blood-stained tail and said,

"Everyone, please—there’s no need to panic. There’s really no need."

His tone was almost gentle, reassuring.

"You might think this is a big deal...that this is some kind of tragedy. But trust me—this is nothing. Nothing at all. So please, calm down."

The crowd erupted again.

"What are you talking about?!" Someone shouted. "Are you crazy?!"

"Did you hit your head or something?! A guy’s dead! We all saw it!"

"Sure, he was horrible." Another student added. "But that doesn’t mean we can just ignore murder!"

But to their surprise, Mika tilted his head, pretending to look confused.

"’Killed?’ Who said anything about dying?"

That made the crowd pause.

"What?"

"What do you mean, who said that?"

"No one told me anyone died." Mika said innocently, his tone almost playful. "Are you sure you’re not imagining things?"

The students stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

"What are you—" One student started, but he froze as Mika suddenly turned toward Vander’s body.

"Oh." Mika said, as if realizing something obvious. "Are you talking about this guy?"

He pointed directly at the corpse lying motionless on the field.

Before anyone could react, Mika smiled wider.

"No, no, no—you’re all mistaken. This isn’t death. This is just a misunderstanding. Actually..."

He chuckled.

"...I’d call it a big fat prank."

"A...prank?"

"Yeah." Mika said cheerfully. "You know, one of those funny, over-the-top acts people do for fun? This is all part of it. A prank. Relax."

The entire field collectively lost their minds.

"WHAT?!"

"Are you insane?!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Do you think this is a joke?!"

"I have eyes! I saw the tail go through him!"

"You need to go to the hospital, man—you’re delirious!"

But Mika only shook his like it was all a big joke.

"I’m serious. Look, if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you. I’ll make Vander get up right now."

Everyone stared in horror as he crouched down again.

"Hey man, get up." Mika said softly, shaking his shoulder. "Come on, get up."

No response.

"Come on, man, don’t sleep on the field. Everyone’s watching." He continued, tone light and teasing. "You don’t wanna make a fool of yourself, do you?"

He jostled the body again.

Still nothing.

Then Mika sighed, pouting like a parent waking up a lazy child.

"Alright, fine. If you don’t get up, I’ll start kicking you, okay?"

And to everyone’s horror, he actually did.

He placed his foot on Vander’s torso and began nudging him.

"Up, up, up! Come on, sleepyhead! Don’t make me embarrass you even more!"

People screamed.

"Stop it!"

"He’s dead!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Some were crying. Others were filming in utter disbelief. The entire scene felt like madness.

But then—

A sound.

A low, guttural groan.

It came from the body.

The crowd went completely still.

At first, they thought they imagined it.

But then—it came again. Louder.

It couldn’t be.

It couldn’t be.

Slowly, trembling, blood-stained, pale Vander’s body moved.

His fingers twitched first. Then his shoulders shifted.

And under hundreds of horrified eyes, the boy who had been lying dead...started to sit up.

He coughed once, groaning weakly.

And when he finally stood, everyone could see it clearly—

The hole that had been in his chest only moments ago...was gone.

Perfectly gone.

Not even a scar.

The entire crowd screamed.

"What the—?!"

"He’s alive?!"

"How—how’s that possible?!"

"He had a hole in his chest! We all saw it!"

The crowd was in uproar, voices overlapping, confusion and panic spreading like wildfire.

It was only natural—they had just witnessed a murder, and now the very boy they’d watched die was standing again, blinking in bewilderment like he’d just woken from a nap.

Mika, however, looked entirely unfazed. He sighed softly and raised his hands like someone trying to calm down an overexcited crowd.

"Alright, alright, I get it, guys." He began, his tone casual, even playful. "I know this looks bad. You saw someone die a moment ago, and now he’s standing like nothing happened."

"I get why you’re all panicking."

Dozens of eyes turned toward him, desperate for an explanation.

"But like I said before..." Mika continued, his smile widening slightly. "...this was just a prank."

The words silenced everyone again, if only out of sheer disbelief.

A boy whispered from the crowd. "A...prank?"

"Yes." Mika said, nodding confidently. "You heard me right. This was all just a prank. A pretty elaborate one, I’ll admit, but still just that."

He tilted his head slightly toward Astrid, who did not seem happy at all.

"See, Astrid didn’t actually kill anyone." Mika explained. "Sure, she’s the daughter of a battle angel—proud, terrifying, and all that—but she’d never actually kill someone."

"Especially not here. I mean, come on, killing a student in public? That’s basically social suicide. Not even her family could protect her from that."

His words carried weight, and the crowd began murmuring, some nodding slowly.

"So." Mika went on. "What she did was punish him. You all saw what he did, using his blessing to attack me directly. That’s a huge violation of the academy’s code."

"Astrid wanted to make sure that every human here saw what happens when someone crosses that line."

"So she decided to...make an example of him."

He gestured dramatically toward Vander, who still looked utterly lost, blinking as if half-asleep.

"She used one of her blessing’s powers, an illusion of death."

Someone gasped aloud. "An illusion?"

Mika smiled faintly.

"Exactly. You know, she’s like a fox, right? And foxes have always been famous for illusion tricks—turning into people, creating mirages, fooling enemies. It’s part of her heritage and part of her blessing."

He took a few steps closer to the center of the field, speaking louder now so everyone could hear him.

"So what she did was cast a high-level illusion—not just on him, but on everyone here. She made all of you believe you saw him die. You saw the blood, the hole, everything."

"But it was never real."

"Just an illusion designed to teach him and all of you a lesson about breaking academy rules."

He chuckled lightly.

"Of course, even I got caught up in it for a second. She got me good this time."

For a moment, the crowd was silent, processing everything they’d just heard.

And then, slowly, it started to make sense.

It was ridiculous to think that someone would just kill another person so openly, so brazenly, without fearing the consequences—no matter how high their position was, no matter whose daughter they were.

The legal ramifications alone would be catastrophic.

The social backlash would be overwhelming.

And besides, the person who had supposedly died was standing right there, alive and well.

If it had been real, that wouldn’t be possible.

So it had to be an illusion.

It had to be.

Nods spread through the crowd. Whispers of relief began to replace the earlier panic.

"Thank god..." One girl whispered. "So it was just an illusion."

"I seriously thought I was gonna have nightmares for life." Another said, laughing nervously.

"I came here to watch a football match, not a public execution." Someone else groaned. "I just wanna go home and sleep."

The panic slowly began to fade, replaced by laughter, chatter, and shaky sighs of relief.

Phones were lowered, and students began mumbling about how insane the prank had been.

But not everyone believed it.