SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 389: A Fox’s Punishment

Regan’s words took a few seconds to register.

And then—

THE CROWD EXPLODED.

"HE DID IT!"

"HE ACTUALLY DID IT!"

"NO SHE DID IT! PRINCESS NURI SHOT IT! SHE SHOT A GOAL!"

"OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT ACTUALLY WORKED!"

"THIS IS A JOKE! AN ABSOLUTE JOKE!"

"HOW DID SHE FALL FOR THAT?! HOW?! IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!"

"I’M CRYING! I’M ACTUALLY CRYING LAUGHING!"

The demi-humans screamed. They hugged. They jumped up and down.

Some fell to their knees, weeping tears of joy, overcome with emotion in a way that hadn’t been seen since the news of the Eternal Queen’s death had spread through the realm.

The humans, meanwhile, were in utter shambles.

They stood pale and distraught, unable to process what had just happened.

Not only had they lost—they had lost in the most humiliating way imaginable.

Their champion, their future ruler of the world, had been defeated by a fake injury and a slow rolling ball kicked by a tiny dragon girl.

Some humans looked like they were about to cry.

Others looked like they were about to be sick.

A few just stared blankly into space, their minds refusing to accept reality.

And in the middle of it all, Nuri was celebrating like she had just won the lottery.

"I DID IT, MIKA! I DID IT! I ACTUALLY SHOT THE WINNING GOAL!"

Mika, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be injured just moments ago, immediately sprang to his feet like nothing had ever happened.

He ran toward Nuri with his arms wide open, and when he reached her, he scooped her up in a massive hug and spun her around and around.

"YOU DID IT, NURI! YOU FREAKING DID IT!"

Nuri snuggled into him, her face absolutely radiant with joy.

"Yes, Mika! I did it! I actually did it!"

She pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with newfound ambition.

"And to tell you the truth, I disdained the game before—I truly did not care about it at all."

"But after this? After this victory? I’m going to make football a mandatory sport in all the Otherworld! I’m going to create an entire championship out of this!"

"A league! A tournament! A whole FOOTBALL EMPIRE!"

Mika chuckled, still holding her.

"That’s...quite the ambition, Nuri."

"Ambition is all I have! Well, ambition and fire-breathing and now football skills!"

She said proudly before adding,

"I’m going to be the greatest footballer-dragon hybrid the world has ever seen! Mark my words, Mika! Mark my words!"

He laughed again, genuinely amused by her enthusiasm.

But just then—Mika felt something.

An enormous, bone-chilling cold settled right behind his back.

It was as if all the warmth in the world had disappeared in an instant.

As if the sun itself had been snuffed out and all that was left was pure, absolute ice.

Mika shivered involuntarily. His entire body seized up.

Every instinct screamed at him to run, to hide, to do literally anything other than stand there like a frozen idiot.

He didn’t want to turn around.

Every fiber of his being begged him not to turn around.

But he had to.

Slowly, painfully, he turned.

And there was Astrid.

But she didn’t look like what he or anyone else expected.

Instead of the cold, pure, ice-cold gaze that should have been burning into his soul right now—

She looked like a child who was about to cry.

Her eyes trembled. Tears shimmered at the corners, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her teeth were gritted, her jaw tight with the effort of holding back the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

And her tails—those seven magnificent tails—moved frantically, erratically, here and there with none of their usual graceful control.

It wasn’t cold anger

It was frustration. Hurt. Betrayal. And a very, very childish anger—the kind that preceded a full-blown tantrum, the kind that meant tears were only seconds away.

The entire crowd stared in absolute shock.

This was not the Astrid they knew.

This was not the cold, composed, terrifying Battle Angel’s daughter they had seen commanding respect and fear across the academy.

This was a completely different side of her—one no one had ever witnessed before.

And just as they were all frozen in confusion, Astrid took a step forward toward Mika like she was about to punish him for what he had done.

Nuri, being the smart girl she was, did not wait to see what happened next.

She immediately shot into the air, her wings buzzing frantically as she put as much distance between herself and Astrid as possible.

"She’s all yours, Mika!" She shouted back, already retreating to a safe distance. "I believe in you! You can handle this! Probably! Maybe! Good luck!"

And just like that, Mika was alone as Astrid charged toward him.

Step by step.

Closing the distance.

Until finally she stood right over him, looking down with those trembling, tear-filled eyes.

And then—

Her tails whooshed up.

All seven of them rose into the air like a nest of snakes preparing to strike, hovering over Mika’s head, surrounding him completely.

The crowd gasped.

"He’s gone." Someone whispered. "He’s absolutely gone."

"Seven tails." Another murmured in horror. "She’s going to use all seven against him."

"Remember what happened to Vander? One tail. One single tail put a hole through his chest. And that was just an illusion or was it? Either way, the power behind it was real."

"And now she’s going to use seven?"

"He’s going to get obliterated. Smashed down into a pile of bones."

"I can’t watch. I literally cannot watch this."

Many turned away, unable to bear the sight of what was about to happen.

One tail rose higher than the others. It hovered directly in front of Mika’s face, poised to strike.

This is it, everyone thought. He’s gone. It’s over. RIP Mika.

But then—

The tail didn’t smash into him.

It didn’t break his face.

It didn’t even hit him with any force at all.

Instead, it brushed against his cheek.

Softly.

Gently.

Like a feather drifting across his skin.

The crowd blinked.

What?

Another tail moved. This one came from the side, aiming directly for his head.

Surely this one would—

But it just brushed against his other cheek.

Another tail—against his shoulder.

Another—against his arm.

Another—against his chest.

One by one, all seven tails descended upon Mika, and one by one, they all did the same thing: they touched him gently. Brushed him softly. Caressed him lightly.

It didn’t look like an attack at all.

It looked like she was dusting him off. Like she was making sure there wasn’t a single speck of dirt on his entire body.

But the expression on her face?

That was pure frustration. Pure anger. Pure "I’m punishing you right now, can’t you see?!"

The crowd was utterly baffled.

"What the hell is she doing?"

"Is this supposed to be a punishment? It doesn’t make any sense!"

"If this is a punishment, then punish me too! I want to be brushed by those tails! It looks amazing!"

"Me too! Me too! I also want to experience that!"

Meanwhile Mika, enduring this barrage of non-attacks, just stared at Astrid with a reluctant smile on his face.

It was so obvious what was happening.

Astrid was frustrated. Angry. Hurt. Betrayed. She was furious about what he had done, about how he had tricked her, about how he had used her feelings against her.

She wanted to vent that anger.

She wanted to make him pay.

But no matter how angry she got, she could never ever actually hurt him.

It was physically impossible for her.

Emotionally impossible.

Spiritually impossible.

So instead, she was doing this. Showing her anger in the only way she could by pretending to attack him while actually just...touching him.

Gently. Repeatedly. Making sure he was okay even as she pretended not to care.

It was ridiculous.

It was adorable.

It was so completely, utterly Astrid.