SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Mika let out a slow breath and finally turned to face the rest of the lab, realizing belatedly that he hadn't even greeted Charlotte's team yet. He gave them a short bow of his head, his tone even.

"Sorry about earlier, seniors. I barged in here, shouting orders, telling you what to do without even a proper greeting. I'm the junior here, yet I didn't respect that...Forgive me."

One of the girls, a tall one with her hair tied back in a neat braid, smiled despite the tension that had just passed.

"There's no need to apologize, Mika. Really. If anything, we should be the ones apologizing. We're supposed to be your seniors, the ones guiding you, but the moment something went wrong, we completely lost our composure and left everything in your hands...That's embarrassing."

Mika's lips curved into a small smile at her honesty.

"Embarrassing, huh? I don't think so. I think it just shows that you cared about the work too much. And besides…" His gaze swept over them slowly. "…you trusted me enough to follow my lead. That means a lot."

Mika's smile widened as he looked at them. These were a few of the rare people at the academy who didn't hate or despise him.

They were not only Charlotte's teammates but also her close friends. They knew how much Charlotte liked him, and they treated him normally, without any of the prejudice others harbored against him for being a "cursed one." And like any good friends, they silently rooted for him and Charlotte to get together.

But then something struck him. The whole time the girl was speaking, her eyes never once met his. She wasn't looking at his face, her gaze was angled just over his shoulder, like she was intentionally avoiding his eyes.

And as he glanced at the others, he noticed the same pattern.

None of them were looking directly at him. Some stared at the floor, some at the walls, one fixed her gaze squarely on Charlotte as if Mika wasn't even standing there.

And seeing this, Mika sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"…Charlotte. Don't tell me you actually made your friends follow that same ridiculous rule of yours?"

Charlotte, who was still clinging to his arm, went very still. But before she could say anything, another girl, short, with round glasses perched on her nose, lifted her hand slightly.

"It's fine, Mika. Really. We don't mind. We...actually find it kind of cute, the way Charlotte adores you. For her to be so protective, so jealous that she doesn't want any of us looking at your face, it's strangely sweet."

Another friend, a girl with a ponytail, nodded her head, also looking away.

"Yeah, we really don't mind. And honestly, it actually makes us quite proud. It makes us feel cherished. We know how much Charlotte likes you and how she hates any other woman who approaches you."

"So, the fact that she even allows us to talk to you, with just the simple rule of not looking at your face, shows how much she trusts us."

Mika blinked, stunned by their sincerity. They weren't annoyed, weren't resentful. They were actually smiling, proud, even.

He remembered the first time Charlotte had introduced him to her friends. He had been confused when they all avoided his gaze.

When he had asked about it, Charlotte had confessed to her ridiculous rule. She had told them that he was simply too handsome, and she was scared that her friends would fall for him once they saw his face.

To protect their friendship, she had told them to always look away.

But then Charlotte herself chimed in, beaming with pride as she slipped away from his side to hug her teammates, pressing their faces against her soft chest.

"See, Mika? See? Even my darlings are fine with it! They don't mind, so why should you? This way, I don't have to worry about them falling for you, and I can keep them close to me. It's perfect!"

Her friends flushed bright red, trying to look innocent but clearly enjoying being embraced by Charlotte, their cheeks squished against her breasts. They didn't protest at all, in fact, some smiled shyly, as if just being hugged by her was a blessing.

Mika sighed, shoulders slumping as he watched. There was no fighting it, they were already hopelessly caught up in Charlotte's charm.

"I see…" He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll leave it to you, then." He straightened, giving them all a polite nod. "Anyway, the problem's solved. I should get going, it's about time for lunch."

But the moment he said that, Charlotte panicked. She unlatched herself from her friends and hurried toward him, eyes wide.

"Wait, wait! Can't you just eat with us? You can bring your lunch here, stay, eat with me. With us."

Her voice carried an edge of desperation and Mika opened his mouth to deny her—he had already promised Maria.

But then Charlotte's nose twitched. Her gaze sharpened, suspicious. Like a hunting dog, she stepped closer and began sniffing him.

Mika blinked, flustered. "Charlotte...what the hell are you doing?" His voice rose, but she didn't stop.

She leaned in, inhaling at his chest, shoulders, neck, her nose tracing his scent trail all the way down his torso. His pulse spiked when she crouched lower and...shamelessly pressed in close, sniffing his crotch.

Her teammates froze, cheeks burning in second-hand embarrassment. They looked everywhere but at the two of them, hands fidgeting nervously with their coats.

"Oi! Stop that!" Mika hissed, trying to step back.

But Charlotte drew in one final, deep breath before straightening with a glare in her eyes sharp enough to pierce stone.

"So tell me, Mika..." She said, voice low and threatening. "Who is she? Who's the woman you've been spending time with?"

Mika went still, while Charlotte's hand jabbed toward his waist accusingly.

"Her scent is all over you, not just your body—but there, too. You reek of her. You've brought another woman's smell in here...Who is she?"

Mika dragged a hand down his face, groaning inwardly. He had completely forgotten, Charlotte's sense of smell was absurd, almost canine.

He should've masked it, should've worn perfume. Of course she'd catch the traces Maria had left on him.

Her glare tightened, her aura pressing in on him. But Mika wasn't intimidated. He had his own ways to handle Charlotte, even in her jealous fits. He opened his mouth, ready to spin an excuse—

—until suddenly out of nowhere, the doors to the lab slid open.

The sudden noise startled everyone and dozens of footsteps pounded in, echoing off the walls.

"It's here!" A voice rang out, loud and urgent. A young male student pointed straight toward the Dream Drifter. "This is the lab, I saw it with my own eyes! The machine was going haywire, the batteries about to blow...This is the one!"

Before Mika or Charlotte could respond, the room was flooded. A wave of bodies surged inside, forty, maybe fifty students—some in lab coats, some not, all with a feverish, almost hostile gleam in their eyes.

They crowded in, surrounding Mika, Charlotte, and her team in a suffocating circle.

The girls stiffened, nervousness flashing across their faces. They shuffled closer to Charlotte for protection, their earlier cheer forgotten as the atmosphere shifted into something darker.

But Charlotte herself burned with fury, her lips curling into a snarl.

This was her lab. They couldn't just barge in like a mob. She was about to yell at them, her indignant expression promising a fight.

But Mika, noticing her anger, quickly grabbed her shoulders. He gave her a steady look, a silent command for her to calm down and let him handle it.

Charlotte bit her lip, indignation burning in her eyes, but after a tense pause she exhaled sharply and stepped back. Her trust in him outweighed her anger.

Mika then turned forward, gaze sweeping over the mob of students. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, weighing every single one of them.

Mika looked at the mob of students crowding Charlotte's lab. He remained perfectly calm, his posture casual.

"Before I even ask why you're all here, crowding into this space like it's a public courtyard..." He said, sweeping his gaze over them. "...let me remind you of something important."

"Every lab in this building, each one, including this one, is considered the property of its owner and their team. Every project, every scrap of equipment, every page of research inside is a registered asset."

"Which means barging in without the owner's permission isn't just rude. It's trespassing. And breaking Academy regulations."

A ripple went through the gathered crowd. Some students shifted uneasily, exchanging glances. Mika went on, his voice steady, but carrying weight.

"Trespassing here could get you punished. Stripped of your research privileges. Even barred from the block entirely. Some of you have projects you've been slaving over for months, maybe years, wouldn't it be a shame to see all of that taken away because you couldn't respect a simple boundary?"

The smugness that had filled the mob moments ago cracked. Faces paled. A few students swallowed hard. The chatter died down, leaving an uneasy silence. Mika let it hang for a moment before sighing.

Seeing their fear, Mika sighed.

"But I'm not going to lodge a complaint or anything right now." He said, and the collective shoulders of the crowd visibly relaxed. "With so many of you here, it's obvious you want something. I'm willing to hear you out." He looked at them, his gaze unwavering. "So, what exactly is your business here?"

Instantly, the mob regained its confidence. Shouts erupted from the crowd.

"We want justice! We want justice for what you did!"

"What you did is completely unforgivable!" Another voice yelled. "You need to admit your mistakes! Close down your lab!"

"Yeah, close it down! You're a potential threat!"

Mika groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Quiet!" He shouted, his voice a low, commanding rumble that instantly silenced the room. "We can't hear a single thing if everyone is chirping like a bunch of birds. One person. One individual, step forward and speak for everyone."

The crowd hesitated. As a mob, they were strong and bold. But as individuals facing Mika, a name they knew far too well, they were scared. The silence stretched on until a young man with glasses, who looked both smart and incredibly arrogant, stepped forward.

"I'll speak." He said, puffing his chest out. "On behalf of everyone here. The reason we came is simple, we want justice for what just happened."

"A student passing by happened to look through the lab door, curious about the noise. What did he see? Your machine was overriding, on the verge of exploding."

Murmurs of agreement rose from the mob. The boy pressed on, voice growing louder.

"Everyone here knows the type of batteries you're using. Three-million-decawatt cores. Volatile doesn't even begin to describe them. If they had exploded, this lab wouldn't be the only casualty...The blast would've taken the entire research block down."

"Every single project in this building, months, years of work, obliterated. Our lives would have been at stake. Our lives, because of your recklessness!"

He jabbed a finger toward Charlotte's team, eyes flashing.

"So we demand answers. We demand accountability. What happened here today put all of us in danger. You endangered everything we've built!"

The crowd rallied behind him, shouting again:

"Yes! Exactly!"

"We want answers!"

"Justice!"

Charlotte's teammates wilted under the accusations, guilt written across their faces. What the boy said wasn't wrong. They had slipped up. They had almost caused disaster.

Mika, however, remained calm.

"I see." He said, nodding slowly. "I understand what you're saying. What you're saying is correct. A mistake did happen. And even though it has been cleared up, it did occur."

He looked at the arrogant young man.

"So, what do you want from us for that?"

A self-satisfied smirk appeared on the boy's face.

"We want an apology. A proper apology from all of you right now."

Charlotte, who had been simmering in silence, snapped.

"Apologize?! Why should I apologize to you, you idiotic, four-eyed freak?!" She screeched.

The boy flinched, not expecting the battle angel's daughter to scold him like a delinquent. Charlotte then went on looking furious enough to punch him in the face.

"I won't apologize to anyone who has the audacity to barge into my lab without my permission and crowd us like a mob! If you want try and make me!"

She started to move forward, her hands clenched. But Mika quickly grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back.

"Calm down, Charlotte, calm down." He said in a low voice.

"But Mika—!" She protested.

"Charlotte, calm down." He insisted, his gaze firm. "What they're asking for isn't wrong. We did make a mistake. We did endanger the lives and projects of everyone here. For that, we truly do owe them an apology."

A look of realization washed over Charlotte's face, and she finally went silent, her anger receding.

"That's what your mother taught us from the very beginning, wasn't it?" Mika continued. "If we make a mistake, we own it. Hiding, running away, that's the act of a coward. If we cause harm, then we apologize. It's that simple."

Charlotte's lips pressed into a thin line, her chest rising and falling quickly, but his words burrowed deep.

"And besides..." He continued, squeezing her shoulder firmly. "You won't apologize alone. I'll be right there with you. You speak, I'll speak. We face it together. Always."

Her eyes widened, trembling slightly as the fury drained out of her.

"But Mika." She whispered, her voice vulnerable. "Why would you apologize? You weren't even part of this. It was my team, my machine. You shouldn't—"

But he shook his head immediately, cutting her off. His gaze was unwavering, resolute.

"Whether I had anything to do with it is irrelevant, Charlotte. What matters is this: I'm with you. Whether it's a triumph or a disaster, whether you're standing tall or being dragged through the mud, I'll be at your side. Always."

The words struck her harder than any scolding or lecture ever could. Her face softened, the anger giving way to something far more tender. Love. Gratitude.

The reminder of why she had fallen for him in the first place.

The moment hung in the air, delicate, warm..until the boy with glasses ruined it.

"Hah! So that's it?" He scoffed loudly, pushing his glasses higher on his nose with exaggerated arrogance. "A few pretty words, a bow, and we're all supposed to walk away satisfied?" His lips twisted into a smirk, and his voice carried sharp through the silence. "No, no, no...That's far too easy."

The crowd stirred, their earlier unease fading under his bravado.

The boy's smirk widened as he declared,

"If you truly want to apologize, if you really think your sorry is worth something, then you'll do it properly. Every single one of you..." He jabbed a finger toward Charlotte, her friends, and finally Mika "...will get down on your knees, bow your heads to us, and beg forgiveness."

"Not just words. Not just a letter. A full, public, humiliating apology while on your knees...Only then will we consider letting this go."

He threw back his head and laughed, and the sound was echoed by snickers and chuckles from the students behind him. Their fear seemed to evaporate, replaced with ugly, gleeful anticipation.

The thought of Charlotte, a duaghter of the Battle Maiden, kneeling before them clearly thrilled them.

But as the laughter rose, Mika's expression changed.

The warmth in his eyes vanished. His smile disappeared, wiped clean and slowly, very slowly, he turned his head toward the boy who had spoken.

Gone was the calm Mika, the mediator.

What stared out from his eyes now was sharp, abyssal, and silent.

His voice dropped low, so low, so quiet it forced the boy and the crowd to strain to hear it.

"Hold on..." Mika said, each syllable edged in steel. "...What did you just say that you wanted us to do?"

The boy froze, his smirk wavering as he met Mika's gaze. The arrogance in his posture faltered, replaced with something else, an instinctive dread.

And Charlotte, who had been ready to scream at the crowd moments earlier, felt a chill run through her. She knew that look. She'd seen it before.

The calm before the storm, the shadow that came over Mika when he was about to unleash the more merciless side of himself.

Her anger drained away, replaced with a flicker of pity for everyone here for what was coming for them...