SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 391: Breaking Barrier, Creating Bonds

Mika had gone to the party with Nuri with the simple intent of eating a little bit of ice cream, maybe talking to her for a while, and then going back home.

That was the plan.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But who would have thought that by the end of the day, the party would have turned into a historic moment—one that established peace and harmony between demi-humans and humans?

So historic, in fact, that news agencies were called over to report on the party that was going on.

The academy even shut down completely for the sole purpose of sending more students to join the celebration.

And at the center of it all, of course, was Mika.

But Mika himself had never had any intention of making it such a big event.

He had simply wanted ice cream.

At the beginning, when the massive crowd first poured into the cafeteria, he thought it was going to be quite an awkward affair.

The cafeteria itself was impressive enough—a enormous space nestled under the massive ancient tree, with a greenhouse-like dome that let in streams of golden light.

It was beautiful, really. The kind of place that made you want to sit and relax and enjoy good food with good company.

But the atmosphere?

The atmosphere was anything but relaxed.

It was extremely...awkward.

Even though both parties had come—the old tensions hadn’t magically disappeared just because of a football match.

The disagreements were still there.

The prejudices were still there.

The enemies were still enemies.

So while everyone ate the ice cream that Nuri had generously bought for everyone, they did so separately.

Humans on one side.

Demi-humans on the other.

They simply stared at each other across the invisible divide, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to bridge the gap that had existed for so long.

It didn’t seem like a party at all.

It looked more like a funeral. Like someone had died and everyone was in mourning, awkwardly avoiding each other’s gazes while pretending to eat their ice cream.

Mika, at first, didn’t care too much.

He was used to such environments. He could sit there, eat his ice cream, and wait for the whole thing to be over without any issue.

But then Nuri came over.

She had a pleading look on her face—that devastating, heart-melting expression that only someone as innocent as her could pull off.

She looked like a puppy that had been kicked.

"Mika." She said softly. "This is the first party that I’ve ever thrown on my own. My very first one."

She gestured at the divided room with indignation as she said,

"And it’s so bad. So, so bad! No one is talking to one another and the mood is really weird and everyone’s just staring at each other like they want to fight and I don’t know what to do and—"

She took a deep breath.

"Please, Mika. Please help me out! Please make this better! I don’t know how, but you always know how to fix things. You always know what to do."

"So please, please, please help me!"

Mika opened his mouth to refuse.

He really did.

This wasn’t his problem.

He wasn’t responsible for fixing interracial tension.

He just wanted to eat his ice cream and go home.

But then he looked at her.

At how sad she looked in that moment.

At how much this meant to her.

And he sighed.

"Fine." He said. "I’ll help."

Nuri’s face immediately lit up like the sun coming out from behind clouds.

"Really?! Oh my gosh, really?! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mika! I knew I could count on you! I knew it!"

...So what are you going to do?"

"Are you going to give a speech about harmony between the two races? Are you going to talk about how we should all get along? Are you going to go forward and introduce people to each other?"

"Oh, I’m so excited!"

But Mika just looked at her and then he walked over to a table.

Then out of nowhere he pulled out several containers of ice cream that no one had noticed before.

Nuri tilted her head in confusion.

’What?’

The crowd, noticing the movement, turned their attention toward Mika.

’What were those containers?’

’What was he doing?’

Just then, Mika turned around, a big smile on his face.

"Alright, everyone!" He announced loudly. "This party is getting a little boring, don’t you think? So I’ve decided to liven it up a bit!"

He held up the containers.

"I’ve got some ice creams here that I made myself. And just because I made them myself, I’m not going to praise them. No, no, no—I’m going to do the exact opposite. I’m going to warn you."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"These ice creams are really, really bad. Atrociously horrible. So bad that it’s difficult to even eat them."

"I’ve combined all different flavors together in the most disgusting ways possible. They’re culinary abominations."

They’re crimes against frozen desserts.""

The crowd stared at him, confused.

Why was he announcing how bad his own ice cream was?

"So." Mika continued, his smile widening. "Since they’re such horrible ice creams, I thought we could have a little competition. A challenge."

"Who among you is brave enough to eat these ice creams? Who has the courage—the sheer audacity to put this in their mouth and keep it there?"

The moment he mentioned competition, something shifted in the room.

Both sides perked up.

Heads lifted.

Eyes sharpened.

Talking to each other? Getting along?

That was hard. That was uncomfortable.

But competition?

Competition was easy.

Competition was something they understood.

"I need two volunteers!" Mika called out. "One human, one demi-human! Who’s brave enough to face the terrible ice cream?!"

Immediately, hands shot up from both sides.

A human boy stepped forward—tall, athletic-looking, with the confident swagger of someone who thought he could handle anything.

A demi-human girl stepped forward—a wolf-eared student with fierce eyes and an even fiercer expression.

They both approached the table where Mika had set up the containers and they sat across from each other, determined looks on their faces.

They were going to do this.

They were going to eat this terrible ice cream and uphold the dignity of their side.

They were going to prove that their race was superior, that they could handle anything.

Mika then placed two bowls in front of them.

The ice cream inside looked...innocent enough.

Just regular ice cream. A pale, unassuming color that could have been vanilla or something equally harmless.

But the contestants knew better.

They picked up their spoons.

They looked at each other, a brief moment of acknowledgment between opponents.

And then—

"START!" Mika shouted.

They both took a spoonful.

They both put it in their mouths.

And they both—

"AAAAAAAGHHHHHH!"

—screamed simultaneously.

The sound that erupted from them was absolutely primal.

Their eyes bugged out. Their faces contorted into expressions of pure horror. Their bodies convulsed as if they’d been electrocuted.

"OH MY GOD!" The human boy shouted, sputtering. "OH MY GOD, THIS IS HORRIBLE! HOW IS THIS SO HORRIBLE?! MY TONGUE! MY POOR TONGUE CAN’T HANDLE THIS!"

"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS?!"

The wolf-girl screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"THIS ISN’T ICE CREAM! THIS IS TORTURE! THIS IS A WAR CRIME! WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS OKAY?!"

Seeing this, the crowd actually erupted into laughter.

Not polite laughter. Not awkward chuckles.

Full-bellied, genuine, can’t-help-itself laughter.

The sight of these two proud competitors reduced to sputtering, crying messes by a single spoonful of ice cream was absolutely hilarious.

Their faces were priceless. Their reactions were comedy gold.

"EAT! EAT! EAT!" Some students started chanting.

"Yeah! You started it, now finish it!"

"Don’t give up! Uphold your honor!"

"ONE MORE BITE! ONE MORE BITE!"

"No way!" The human boy shouted back. "I’d rather die! I’d literally rather die than take another bite of this abomination!"

"Same!" The wolf-girl agreed vehemently. "This is cruelty! This is inhumane! This is—"

She looked at the human boy.

He looked at her.

And in that moment, something clicked.

They were on the same side.

It wasn’t them against each other anymore.

It was them against the crowd, the crowd that was trying to force them to eat more of that horrible, terrible, absolutely disgusting ice cream.

A spark of camaraderie ignited between them.

"Can you believe these people?" The human boy muttered.

"I know, right?" The wolf-girl muttered back. "They’re monsters."

"We should make them eat it."

"Absolutely. Let’s switch sides. Let’s become the enforcers."

They grinned at each other.

And then they turned to the crowd and started fighting back.

"You think it’s so funny?! You try it!"

"Yeah! Come on! If you’re so brave, you eat it!"

"We dare you!"

Eventually, the first two contestants gave up their bowls—reluctantly, still shaking from the experience—and new volunteers stepped forward.

A human girl and a demi-human boy this time.

They sat down, determined to prove that they were stronger than the previous pair.

They took their spoonfuls and put them in their mouths.

And they immediately had the exact same reaction.

"WHAAAAAA—"

"MY MOUTH! MY MOUTH IS BURNING! WHAT IS THIS?!"

"IT TASTES LIKE—LIKE—I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT TASTES LIKE! BUT I DO KNOW I NEVER WANT TO PUT IT IN MY MOUTH EVER AGAIN!"

More laughter.

More tears.

More camaraderie as the new victims looked at each other and realized they were in this together.

They too became reluctant allies against the masses who were laughing at them.

And so it went.

Mika continued to distribute the disgusting ice cream, bowl after bowl, spoonful after spoonful.

One by one, students from both sides volunteered to try it.

One by one, they had the same hilarious, over-the-top reactions.

And one by one, they found common ground with the other person who was suffering alongside them.

The humans watching the demi-humans laughed at them.

The demi-humans watching the humans laughed at them.

But more importantly—the ones who had tasted the ice cream started talking to each other, even if they didn’t belong to the same race.

They bonded over their shared trauma.

They exchanged looks of mutual understanding.

They formed little groups of survivors, huddled together against the cruel crowd that kept demanding more entertainment.

"Can you believe they made us eat that?"

"I know! It was so bad!"

"What did it taste like to you?"

"I don’t even know how to describe it. It was like someone took all the worst flavors in existence and mixed them together with regret and sadness."

"Yes! That’s exactly it! Regret and sadness!"

"I’m never eating ice cream again."

"Same. At least not until tomorrow."

And they laughed together.

And the ones who hadn’t eaten yet?

They started talking too. They started strategizing about who would go next, who was brave enough, who would crack under the pressure.

Humans and demi-humans alike, discussing the competition like old friends.

Mika watched it all with a satisfied smile.

Phase one: complete.

But he wasn’t done.