SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 386: Fluff Wall

"Come on, Astrid. Just think about it for a second."

Her void-like eyes shifted to him, cold but attentive.

"Right now, you’re forcing me into a situation I don’t want to be in." He continued calmly. "You’re trying to psychologically corner me into calling you big sister or whatever you want."

"But let me tell you if you force it out of me like this, there won’t be any emotion behind it."

He looked at her seriously.

"It’ll be cold. Thoughtless. Empty. And you know that’s useless. If you want me to say it, it has to mean something. Forcing it right now won’t give you what you want."

Her tails slowed, making it obvious that his words were working

"So." Mika said, crossing his arms. "If you can’t think of anything better you want, fine. I’ll give you something later—anything. But for now, just leave this guy alone."

For a few seconds, Astrid said nothing.

Thinking.

Her eyes flickered faintly.

Her lips pressed together slightly.

The entire field waited.

Then finally—

"...Fine, Mika."

Relief almost showed on his face.

But she wasn’t finished.

"But on certain conditions."

His eyes narrowed. "Of course."

"First." She said flatly, glancing at Vander like he was something beneath her boots. "I am not letting him go."

Vander froze.

"Later, in private, I’ll thoroughly take care of him."

Astrid continued, her expression completely serious.

"I’ll make sure that he can never, ever touch a football for the rest of his life. I’ll make sure he walks around limping for the rest of his days. And I’ll also take care of his family as well."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"For raising such a horrible son, they’ll also feel my wrath. I want to destroy whatever he loves—his reputation, his future, everything. I want him to understand what it means to cross a line."

She said all of this in an entirely casual manner, as if she were discussing the weather.

"And you should allow that."

She finished, looking directly at Mika and he just stared back at her.

Then he shrugged.

"Do whatever you want." He said carelessly. "I don’t really care about him. As long as you don’t do it in public and keep it a secret, I honestly don’t care what happens to him."

His tone was so indifferent, so utterly dismissive, that it shocked Vander.

He couldn’t believe how careless Mika was about his entire life being destroyed.

How casually he’d just condemned him to suffering.

But before Vander could even process that fully, Astrid went on.

"And secondly." She said, her voice shifting slightly. "I still want you to call me big sister."

"What?!" Mika immediately protested. "No way! I just said—"

She cut him off.

"I’m not forcing you." She said quickly. "But I want a chance."

He narrowed his eyes. "A chance?"

"A match." She said. "Similar to what just happened. A football match. But this time, not with those useless idiots."

She flicked her tail dismissively toward the human team.

"I want a penalty shootout. Me against you."

Mika paused.

"There will be three shots." She said calmly. "If you score two, you win. If I catch two, I win. The dragon girl can join as well."

"And if you win?" He asked suspiciously.

She smiled faintly.

"Then you will call me big sister."

There it was.

Mika felt it immediately—she wasn’t giving up.

She’d simply changed the battlefield.

He thought for a moment.

Something about the way she said it felt too easy.

But still...

"Fine." He said at last. "Deal."

Without another word, he turned and kicked Vander lightly in the side.

"Get your sorry ass out of here. Before she changes her mind."

Vander, still pale as a ghost, didn’t need to be told twice.

"Y-Yes, sir! Right away!"

He stammered, and then ran—ran so fast he nearly tripped over his own legs.

He didn’t even realize that from this moment on, his life would only spiral further into misery.

And just then, Nuri, who had been watching everything unfold, suddenly flew over with her small wings flapping irritably, landing in front of Mika with her cheeks puffed out in frustration.

"Mika! Why did you let him go?" She complained.

"What Astrid did was correct! He deserved it! You should’ve just let him die!"

Astrid gave a small nod.

"For once, the dragon girl is correct."

Mika immediately rolled his eyes.

"Oh please. Both of you shut up. Especially you Nuri, I just convinced her to calm down and you’re trying to add gasoline to the fire."

Nuri huffed.

Astrid looked mildly offended.

He ignored both of them and instead, he turned back toward the crowd, who were all still standing around looking confused and uncertain about what had just happened.

He decided it was time to calm them down properly.

"Alright, everyone!"

Mika called out, raising his voice so that it carried across the field.

"Right now, I’m pretty sure some of you are wondering about what exactly happened with the football match. Who exactly won? What is the outcome after everything that just happened?"

In truth, no one was really thinking about that at all.

Most of them were still focused on how Vander had come back to life, whether the illusion story was actually real, and what the hell had just transpired in front of their eyes.

But now that Mika had put the question into their minds, they couldn’t help but wonder as well.

What was going to happen with the match?

Mika answered them immediately.

"I’ll tell you the truth." He said clearly. "The match that just happened is completely nullified. Because of the interference from the human player who broke the rules, the entire game is void."

"...It’s all gone."

Hearing this shocking revelation, the demi-humans in the crowd immediately erupted in protest.

"What?! No way!"

"There’s no way that’s fair!"

"We were the ones who were winning! It was such a clean win!"

"They were the ones who cheated! How is it our fault?!"

The human students, on the other hand, couldn’t even say anything.

They just stood there, looking humiliated and ashamed.

Mika waved a hand dismissively.

"It’s fine. Just because we lost one match due to circumstances doesn’t mean it’s over."

He turned slightly.

"This time, we’ll settle it differently."

The crowd leaned in.

"A penalty shootout. Me versus Astrid."

Shocked gasps rippled through the crowd.

"What?!"

"Lady Astrid?!"

"She’s going to play?!"

Mika nodded.

"That’s right. Me, Nuri, and Astrid are going to play a penalty shootout match. Three shots. If I score twice, I win. If she blocks twice, she wins."

He spread his arms wide.

"So, are you all excited? Excited for one more match of football?"

Normally, in a situation like this—after everything they’d just witnessed—the crowd would have been too afraid, too shaken, to care about another game.

But when they remembered the football match they’d seen earlier—how exciting it had been, how incredible the plays were, how it had been better than anything they’d ever watched before—they actually did get excited.

"Let’s go! One more match!"

"This is going to be even better than before!"

"He’s going up against Lady Astrid herself! This is going to be so exciting!"

"I wonder what’s going to happen next!"

"I’m not going to underestimate that boy anymore—he’s incredible!"

The energy in the field shifted completely.

Everyone was looking forward to what was going to happen next, their earlier fear replaced by anticipation and excitement.

Mika felt a wave of relief wash over him.

At least they’d forgotten about the murder or pseudo-murder that had happened earlier.

But now, he had a new problem.

He had to think about what Astrid was planning.

Because knowing her—knowing how stubborn and scheming she could be—she was definitely plotting something.

This penalty shootout wasn’t just about winning for the humans.

It was about getting him to call her big sister.

And he had no idea what kind of trick she had up her sleeve.

Nonetheless, Mika exhaled slowly and decided to face whatever ridiculous scheme Astrid had prepared for him.

"Alright." He muttered under his breath. "Let’s get this over with."

He picked up the ball and casually said,

"Let’s move to the other goalpost. This one’s already half-destroyed from me flying through it."

He began walking across the field toward the opposite goal. Nuri fluttered along beside him, while Astrid followed calmly behind.

Regan hurried after them as the referee, wiping sweat from his brow.

The itself crowd didn’t just follow.

They swarmed.

By the time Mika reached the opposite end of the pitch, the area around the goalpost was packed shoulder to shoulder with students, professors, and even people who clearly had abandoned whatever class they were supposed to be in.

Voices buzzed everywhere.

"This is insane!" A boy shouted as he sprinted past his friends. "I’ve never seen anything like this!"

"My money’s on Lady Astrid!" Another yelled back. "She’s literally going to rule the world someday!"

"But did you see what Mika did to that team?!"

A girl countered, her voice rising with excitement.

"He destroyed them! Completely destroyed them! And he did it all by himself!"

"That was different! That was against humans!"

"So?! Humans or not, that was incredible!"

"Same! I skipped alchemy for this!"

The arguments continued as the crowd settled into a rough semicircle around the goalpost, leaving just enough space for the players to operate.

Some of the more enterprising students had climbed trees or perched on rooftops, anything to get a better angle.

Nuri floated closer to Mika, her expression suddenly more serious.

"Normally." She admitted quietly. "I would ask to take this shot, Mika"

Mika looked at her.

"But right now..." She frowned slightly. "Right now is not the ideal moment. We have to win. After everything that happened today, we can’t afford to lose."

She looked at him with determined eyes.

"So I won’t ask to shoot. You do it, Mika. There’s no way we can suffer another humiliation today."

He gave her a faint smile, before he rolled the ball into position and set it carefully at the penalty mark. He stepped back once, testing the ground.

Astrid walked into the goal area, as Regan checked the lines, the distance, the positioning.

And seeing that everything was alright, he blew his whistle.

"Alright, listen up!" His voice boomed across the field, silencing the crowd instantly. "This is a penalty shootout! Three shots! Mika shoots, Astrid defends!"

"If Mika scores two goals, he wins! If Astrid blocks two shots, she wins! Clear?"

A chorus of affirmations rose from the crowd.

"Good!" Regan continued. "I’ll be refereeing! No interference! No outside help! No using blessings in any way that directly affects the match!"

"...Understood?"

He looked pointedly at Astrid as he said this.

"Understood." She returned his gaze without flinching.

Regan nodded, satisfied, and took a few steps back to give them space.

He positioned himself at an angle where he could see both the ball and the goal clearly, ready to make the call the moment anything happened.

"Ready when you are!"

He called out and blew his whistle.

Mika took a deep breath and his eyes lifted to meet Astrid’s.

She was still standing there, completely still, completely calm.

No movement.

No shifting.

No hint of what she was planning.

Just those beautiful blue eyes watching him.

Something felt wrong.

But Mika couldn’t afford to hesitate. Not now. Not with the entire academy watching. Not with Nuri counting on him.

Not with everything that had happened today hanging in the balance.

So, he took a step forward to take him shot.

But just then—

Astrid’s tails moved.

Not the gentle swaying he’d grown accustomed to.

Not the lazy arcs that accompanied her casual movements.

No—these were different.

They were growing.

Mika’s foot froze an inch above the ground as he watched, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The tails, those seven magnificent, fluffy appendages that had always been beautiful but manageable were expanding.

Unfurling.

Growing larger and larger with each passing second, like clouds swelling before a storm.

The crowd gasped.

"Look at that—!"

"Her tails are getting bigger!"

"They’re becoming enormous!"

"They’re so fluffy!"

"Oh my god." A girl whispered. "They’re...They’re covering the goal."

She was right.

The seven massive tails were spreading out like living shields, angling themselves to cover every inch of the goalpost.

They overlapped slightly at the edges, creating a solid wall of impossibly fluffy fur that stretched from one post to the other, from the crossbar down to the ground.

No gaps.

No openings.

No way through.

The goal was completely, utterly blocked.

"Holy shit! Seven tails! Seven massive tails covering the entire goal!"

"There’s no way through that! There’s literally no way!"

Students were jumping up and down, grabbing each other’s arms, pointing frantically at the impossible sight before them.

Meanwhile, Mika stared.

His mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

And then—

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

He threw his arms up in the air, gesturing wildly at the tail-barricade that had replaced the goal.

"You can’t do something like this! This is CHEATING!"

"How am I supposed to shoot a goal when you’ve covered the ENTIRE DAMN GOALPOST without leaving a SINGLE SPOT?!"

"There’s no opening! There’s nothing! It’s just—it’s just FLUFF! It’s a wall of FLUFF!"

That was when Astrid’s calm voice cut through his rant like a knife through butter.

"That’s not my problem, Mika."

He whirled back to face her.

"What?!"

"It’s not my problem." She repeated, her tone utterly serene. "It’s yours."

"How is this my problem?! You’re the one who turned herself into a living wall!"

Astrid tilted her head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"That’s because I’m not using my blessing, Mika. These tails have been born with me. They’ve been with me my entire life. They’re literally a part of my body—just like your arms, your legs, your hands."

"Would you say it’s cheating if I blocked a shot with my arm? Of course not."

"So why would it be cheating to block it with my tails?"

She paused, letting that sink in.

"Besides." She added, her voice dropping slightly. "it’s not my problem that you didn’t think about this possibility. It’s yours. You agreed to the terms. You said you’d face whatever I had planned. Well..."

She gestured elegantly at the fluffy wall.

"Here it is. My plan. Face it."

Mika immediately turned toward Regan.

"REF! DO SOMETHING! THIS IS ILLEGAL!"

"YOU CAN’T JUST COVER THE ENTIRE GOAL WITH YOUR BODY PARTS! THAT DEFEATS THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF A PENALTY SHOOTOUT!"

Regan scratched his bald head, looking deeply uncomfortable.

"I...want to say it’s illegal." He admitted. "It definitely feels illegal."

The crowd chuckled nervously.

"But..." He sighed. "She’s not using a blessing. And technically, those are natural extensions of her body."

He glanced at Astrid, then back at Mika.

"There aren’t any rules preventing someone from using...bodily extensions. And if I ban it, that might count as discrimination against demi-humans."

He winced.

"So...I can’t stop it."

He gave Mika an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. This one’s on you, kid."

Hearing this, Mika slowly turned back to Astrid.

Realization dawned.

This was her plan.

Not raw reflexes.

Not elemental tricks.

Just sheer fluffy volume.

She had turned herself into a living wall.

Her seven massive tails covered every inch of the goal like a fluffy fortress.

"Well?" She crossed her arms and met his gaze evenly.

"Or you just going to accept your defeat without licking the bar. Or are you going to attempt it first."

The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Well, whatever you may do, it’s going to end up with you under my wing as my little brother, so just hurry it up already."

"You can’t escape from the inevitable."