SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 459: A Dictatorship Isn’t Too Bad

Realising this, Nadia looked at him with something soft and wondering in her eyes.

"You did all of that...just to make them remember where it all began."

She murmured, voice low and full of quiet awe.

"To remind them who gave them the power to rule in the first place."

Mika glanced at her, then gave a small, almost sheepish shrug as he leaned back in his chair.

"That’s one reason." He admitted. "If we kept going the way things were, they would keep trying to get ahead of you, pushing unnecessary demands and forgetting their place."

"As much as I appreciate your patience and your passive approach, sometimes you have to make things crystal clear—even if it offends the other parties."

He reached up and gently caressed her cheek in a playful, affectionate manner, treating her like a beloved pet cat in that moment.

Nadia didn’t mind at all; she leaned into the touch, eyes half-lidded with quiet contentment.

"But even if we did suddenly offend them..." He continued with a low chuckle. "...what are they going to do about it? If I stood up right now and declared war on them, how do you think they would respond?"

Nadia thought about it for a moment. Then a small, subtle smile crept across her lips.

"They would immediately throw all their weapons down and surrender." She said in a teasing, almost playful voice that only he could hear. "Without hesitation."

"Exactly." Mika chuckled again, the sound warm and genuine. "And not just that—they’d be on their knees, groveling on the ground, literally begging you not to start a war."

"They know full well that even if all of them joined forces, they couldn’t do a thing against you. And that’s not even counting your four sisters. They would be decimated before they even realized how their lives ended."

Nadia nodded slowly, agreeing completely, but her expression remained slightly tense and concerned.

"But if you do something like that." She said quietly. "Won’t it create even more tension? More pressure? Won’t someone act out and disrupt the fragile relationships we’ve built?"

Mika’s eyes darkened with a grim look as he stared out at the dignitaries.

"The moment anyone steps out of line and does something stupid..." He said, voice low and dangerous. "...we’ll just crush them on the spot and make them understand who truly rules the world."

"We’ll stamp them down under our feet. If they see that, the other parties won’t dare make a single squeak. They’ll shut their mouths and look away, not daring to make any sort of move against us."

Nadia looked at him in surprise. For a moment, he seemed so dominant, so commanding, that her heart raced. But she quickly shook her head, her pacifist nature surfacing.

"But Mika...isn’t that basically a dictatorship?" She asked, voice gentle but firm.

"Wouldn’t that mean us ruling over everyone and bullying them into submission?"

Mika didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked at her with a brazen, confident smile.

"It most definitely is, Nadia. There’s no doubt about it at all. But..."

"...who the fuck cares if it’s a dictatorship?

He scoffed lightly.

"A dictatorship under you or any of your sisters—the world would run smoother than it ever has."

"No bickering. No petty political games. No ten years of negotiations for something that should have been settled in ten days."

He gestured toward the empty hall, the seats where the delegates had cowered.

"Everything would be better. Faster. More efficient. Because I trust you. All of you. I know you would rule justly, wisely, with more compassion than any of these fools deserve."

Nadia didn’t disagree. Deep down, she admitted to herself that everything would be far smoother if there was no pushback. But she still looked at him with a slightly troubled expression.

Mika’s frown deepened as he looked out at the dignitaries with clear irritation.

"Not to mention, after everything you’ve done for everyone, Nadia, I think you deserve a throne to sit on."

Nadia’s eyes trembled at the stubbornness in his voice.

Mika continued, voice growing firmer.

"I’ve heard all the stories from you and the others about what you went through in the war. The horrible fights you saw, the injuries you suffered, how you starved yourself so many times while searching for the Eternal Queen in the other realm..."

A gloomy look crossed Nadia’s face as those painful memories resurfaced—the worst time of her entire life.

Mika shook his head, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Whenever I think about those stories, I feel so bad for you! It makes me so sad. And yet here these idiots are, sitting around, chatting amongst themselves, not even thinking for one second about what you went through."

"Instead, they want to hold meetings like this just to piss you off and cause problems for their own profit and greed."

He looked at the dignitaries with open disdain.

"It amazes me how ungrateful they’ve become. I just want to gather every single one of them and say that if they don’t agree to this coalition, I’ll take their heads off!"

Mika actually began to stand, as if he were genuinely about to do it—threaten every member present.

Nadia panicked instantly.

"Calm down, Mika! Calm down—there’s no need for you to do that!"

She quickly pulled him back down, wrapping her arms around him tightly so he couldn’t get up.

"No, Nadia. If you just let them go on like this, they’ll only get more unruly." Mika still tried to resist, still visibly angry. "One day they might even rebel against you. And that’s not something I can allow."

His grip on her waist tightened, and a clear killing intent flickered in his eyes.

"...I should just go on a rampage and kill everyone here for the problems they’ve caused."

Hearing this, she knew that she had to do something unless she wanted a massacre, so she quickly pulled him tighter, her legs wrapping around him, her arms locked around his neck.

"Mika. Look at me. Look at me, darling."

He stopped struggling, breathing hard.

"Listen to me." Her voice was firm, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "You’ve made your point. Loud and clear. And honestly?"

She pulled back to meet his eyes.

"I’ve been too passive. Too patient. I told myself it was diplomacy, that I was being fair, that this was how peace was built."

"But you’re right. They’ve forgotten."

She stroked his cheek, and some of the tension drained from him.

"But from now on, I’ll do better. I’ll be more assertive. I won’t let them push me around, or question what I’ve built, or act like they have any right to forget what I sacrificed."

She barely smiled, and there was steel behind it.

"To be honest, I’m irritated too. I’ve been irritated for years. But I was too noble to say it. Too proud to admit that their ingratitude stung."

She cupped his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"But you said it for me. You fought for me. And I won’t forget that. I promise you, from now on, I’ll handle things. I’ll make sure everyone remembers exactly who they’re dealing with."

Mika finally calmed down. But he looked at her with a suspicious but softening gaze.

"Really, Nadia? Are you really going to do that? If not, I really will take action."

"I can do it in a way that no one will even notice—I could turn them all into your obedient little slaves if I wanted."

Nadia shook her head quickly, still hugging him close.

"It’s alright, Mika. I’ll hold you to your word. Your mother has got this. Your mother knows what to do."

"So just trust me...Trust that I’ll do better in the future."

She looked at him with sincere, loving eyes.

Mika studied her for a long moment, then finally settled down.

"Alright, Nadia. Alright."

He paused, then added with a dark edge,

"But if I ever hear anyone speaking against you in the future—if I see even one news report or rumor undermining you—I can’t assure you they won’t be in the news the very next day for mysteriously disappearing."

To anyone else, it would have sounded like an angry joke.

But Nadia knew Mika.

She knew exactly what he was capable of and how deep his rage ran when it came to protecting his family.

That was not a joke. It was a genuine threat. She could already imagine him silencing anyone who dared speak against her.

One part of her was worried—he was her son, and she didn’t want him indulging in wanton violence or rage.

That wasn’t the path she wanted for him.

But another part of her felt a rush of happiness and excitement.

This was all for her sake. Mika was angry on her behalf. He was fighting for her, protecting her, shielding her from the injustice she had quietly endured for years.

It made her so happy to know that after so long of thinking she had lost him, he had returned even stronger, more assertive, and more loving than before.

She couldn’t hold herself back.

She immediately pulled his face closer and started kissing him all over—whispering between each kiss.

"I love you, Mika!" She kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much!" His forehead.

"You’re my baby boy!" His nose.

"My proud, fierce, wonderful baby boy!" His other cheek.

"I love you more than you could possibly understand!"

She kept kissing him, peppering his face with affection, and somewhere in the distance, the ground trembled.

Rumble!

Not enough to cause damage, not enough to panic, but enough that people in nearby buildings set down their coffee cups and frowned at their windows. Enough that seismographs flickered, registering something small but significant.

Mika laughed, trying to gently pull her back.

"Enough, Nadia—enough! You’re going to lose control right here."

But Nadia only smiled wider and refused to stop.

"No, Mika. There’s no way I can stop. After all the things you said right now, it’s impossible for me to hold back my affection for you. So just be quiet and let me kiss you."

She moved to his neck, pressing kisses along his throat, and he caught her, holding her close, his voice light and teasing.

"What if I opened the barrier right now?" He teased. "Let everyone see their terrifying Lady Nadia kissing her son like a lovesick teenager?"

She didn’t stop. Didn’t pause.

"Do it." She murmured against his skin. "Let them see. I don’t care anymore. Let them know exactly how much I love you. Let the whole world know."

He laughed again, but his arms tightened around her. She felt the tension drain from him, the anger fading, replaced by something warmer. Softer.

He held her close, thinking about the delegates outside, who had spent the last few minutes convinced he was about to start a war.

They were probably still trembling, still calling their home worlds, still convinced they had barely escaped annihilation.

And here he was, wrapped in the arms of the woman they all feared, being kissed within an inch of his life because he had dared to defend her.

It was intoxicating. It was everything he had wanted, everything he had needed, for so long.

The truth of matter was that he had known, for years, that Nadia was struggling.

That her patience, her refusal to use the power she had earned, was slowly eroding the respect she deserved.

He had seen it. But he had done nothing because he was distant, then. Because he had his own walls, his own reasons for staying away.

But he was done with that now.

He was done standing aside while the people he loved carried their burdens alone. He was done pretending that distance was protection, that silence was kindness.

He was here now, and he would fight for them. For all of them.

And if that meant threatening a room full of politicians, terrifying them into submission, making them remember exactly who they were dealing with? So be it.

Especially not when it earned him this kind of affection from the mother he had missed for so long.