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

The boy who had stepped forward, glasses glinting with a self-satisfied air, hadn't taken the lead out of bravery. No, he had taken it because he had nothing else.

He came from an ordinary family, with no noble bloodline, no powerful backers, no golden name attached to him. Intelligence alone, he knew, would never be enough in this academy.

To climb, to rise, to secure a future where he wouldn't be trampled beneath others boots, he needed connections. He needed to be seen.

And what better way to be noticed than to stand against Charlotte, the daughter of the Blade Maiden herself?

If he could position himself as a voice for the students, surely the noble heirs watching from the shadows would remember his name.

That was the logic that brought him here. That was the reasoning that pushed him forward.

But the moment Mika turned his head and locked eyes with him, all of that courage threatened to shatter. The boy's breath caught in his throat.

For just a heartbeat, he thought he saw it, the abyss. A gaze so dark and violent it felt like it could swallow him whole. His legs nearly buckled, and a cold sweat ran down his back.

'This a mistake...' The boy thought. 'This is a mistake. This was definitely a mistake. I should just step back and—'

But then, as quickly as it appeared, the look was gone. Mika's expression smoothed back into something casual, even indifferent. The abyss vanished, replaced by a normal human calm.

The boy blinked rapidly.

'I imagined it. I let the rumors get to me. He forced himself to stand straighter. After all, what was he, really?...Just a mortal....A cursed being, no less...A hanger-on who clung to Charlotte and the other daughters like a shadow.'

'Whatever rumors there were about him, they can't change the fact that he is nothing compared to those blessed with true power...That means I'm superior to him. I'm the one with the gift. I don't need to fear him.'

His courage swelled. He pointed a finger straight at Mika, voice raised.

"Can't you hear, you idiot? I told you, I told all of you, I want you on your knees! Every single one of you! I want to see your sorry faces pressed to the floor, begging for forgiveness...Only then will I forgive what you've done."

The mob behind him rallied, voices echoing and swelling with sudden bravado.

"Yes! Exactly that!"

"Get on your knees!"

"Justice! We want justice!"

The boy smirked, his chest swelling. He had them now.

But Mika only looked at them with the calm of someone strolling through a garden. His voice was soft, almost gentle.

"I see. I see, I see. So what you want isn't just an apology, but humiliation. You don't want us to understand our mistake, you want us to kneel, to break our pride."

"Yes!" The crowd shouted shamelessly. "That's exactly what we want!"

Mika nodded slowly, as if mulling it over.

"I understand. But still—"

His gaze swept over the mob, landing back on the boy.

"...it isn't reasonable to make a group of girls kneel on the ground, is it? They have sensitive skin. Bruising their knees would hardly be gentlemanly. So…"

He smiled faintly.

"I'll change things...I'll kneel instead. I'll take it all on myself. If you want punishment, I'll kneel for hours, for days if that's what you want. I'll recite apologies until my throat gives out, if it means you'll forgive them."

Charlotte's eyes widened. "Mika, what are you—"

But Mika turned his head slightly, and with one calm glance, she fell silent. Her lips trembled, but she said nothing more.

He looked back at the boy.

"How's that? Isn't it better than making poor girls kneel in the dirt? Equal rights or not, surely you can admit it's not gentlemanly to demand that."

But instead of softening, the boy's face twisted with outrage. He shoved his glasses higher, voice snapping with venom.

"I don't care about that! I don't care about you! Who are you anyway? You're nothing but a cursed watchdog, an underling for the daughters of the Battle Angels! I don't want you on your knees. I want them. Especially her!"

He jabbed a finger at Charlotte, his voice growing shrill.

"I want Charlotte on her knees, groveling like the rest of them. Or else I'll bring this matter to the authorities. I'll file a complaint, have your project dismantled, expose you all as saboteurs. This entire lab will be shut down!"

The mob roared their approval, emboldened.

"Yes! Exactly that!"

"Shut them down!"

"Bring them down!"

Mika exhaled softly, a sigh that seemed to carry both weariness and disappointment. His gaze swept over the sea of faces, each one puffed up with borrowed courage. His eyes lingered on them as though they were nothing more than pitiful children demanding candy.

"I see." He murmured, before fixing his stare on the boy again. "So this is what you really want? Even after my offer, you still demand them?"

"Exactly." The boy smirked arrogantly, shaking his head. "I want Charlotte and the others kneeling before us. That's the only thing that will satisfy us."

He turned, glancing at the crowd. "Isn't that right, everyone?"

A handful stepped forward, six boys, two girls, forming a line behind him. Their voices rang out with false courage.

"Yes!"

"That's what we want!"

"We demand it!"

Mika's lips curved into the faintest smile. He nodded once, understanding that he couldn't their change is mind.

"I see. I see...Then it seems I have no choice."

The boy tilted his head, confusion flashing across his face. "What do you—"

But Mika had already turned, his tone casual, almost affectionate.

"Charlotte, could you be a dear and help me out here? Make sure every single one of them who stepped forward can't move a muscle. No voice, no step...Freeze them completely."

Hearing this, Charlotte's eyes lit up, a brilliant pink gleam igniting within the blue. A thrill rippled through her body, and her lips curved into a delighted smile.

"Of course, Mika. Anything for you."

Her gaze then snapped to the boy and his cohorts. Her irises flared pink, shimmering like molten gems.

Instantly, the eight who had stepped forward convulsed.

A surge of alien energy ripped through their bodies.

Their voices caught in their throats. Their arms, their legs, nothing responded.

Panic flooded their expressions as they realized their bodies no longer obeyed them and their eyes darted frantically, landing on Mika with mounting horror.

Even the larger mob behind them began to shift uneasily, whispers spreading like wildfire as a primal instinct gnawed at them.

They hadn't expected things to escalate like this, especially since the rules stated that the students weren't allowed to use blessings against one another in unauthorised places.

But here Charlotte was using them so brazenly, not even caring about the fact that she could expelled because of it.

Adam's face also twisted. His fists clenched tightly by his side.

'This isn't right...this isn't just an argument anymore. Something bad is coming.'

But, beside him, Thomas didn't look shocked at all.

In fact, the older boy leaned casually against the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He looked like a spectator at a play he'd already seen a dozen times.

He knew what was about to unfold. Almost as if this was the very reason he'd followed the mob here in the first place.

And Mika? He didn't spare a single glance at the trembling crowd. His calm, unreadable eyes were locked only on Charlotte.

"Just one more favor, Charlotte." He said with a smile. "Can you bring me that hammer over there? Not the small one—the heavy one, with the thick metal head."

Charlotte's expression brightened immediately. She turned, her lab coat swishing behind her, and strode over to the cluttered table.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the tool in question, a short, hand-sized hammer with a disproportionately large head of dense steel.

When she returned, she passed it to Mika with a smile that looked far too delighted for the moment.

Mika hefted the hammer, weighing it carefully. He gave it a few experimental swings, the whoosh of air from its weight making the frozen students' eyes widen in terror.

Their lips quivered as if to beg for mercy as if they already knew what was going to happen next, but Charlotte's binding spell silenced them. Only the whites of their eyes showed their horror.

"No...No…" The boy with the glasses mouthed soundlessly, his head jerking in tiny spasms.

His pride, his bravado, it was all gone, shattered in the face of that hammer. The others, too, cast pleading gazes, their earlier arrogance replaced with silent desperation.

Charlotte, however, paid them no mind. She turned to her teammates, her friends, and spoke in a gentle but firm tone.

"Turn around. Don't look. Cover your ears...You don't want to see what's going to happen."

Her teammates obeyed immediately, turning around and pressing their hands over their ears.

But Charlotte herself? She turned back toward Mika, her eyes bright with unwavering trust, while he walked forward, hammer in hand, until he stood before the boy who had dared to lead this mob.

"I understand what you're going through." Mika said softly. "I know you wanted to appeal to the noble families. I know you wanted connections to climb higher. It's hard, being born with nothing. So you thought this was your chance to stand out."

For a moment, the boy blinked, hope flickering in his eyes. Maybe he was being spared, maybe Mika understood.

"That's why I gave you an out." Mika continued, his gaze sharp now. "I offered to take the punishment myself. I would've knelt for you. Hours, days, it didn't matter. No one else would have been hurt. Only me."

The boy's mouth quivered. He shook his head violently, trying to say yes, yes, I'll take that deal now, but the spell smothered his words.

"But you couldn't accept that, could you?" Mika said, voice lowering. "You had to push it further. You had to demand them...You had to ask for her."

His eyes flicked toward Charlotte.

"That was your mistake."

The boy's tears spilled down his cheeks. The others beside him shook their heads frantically, eyes pleading for mercy. They regretted everything, every word, every shout. But Mika's face was stone.

"If there's anyone you should hate for what's about to happen now...." Mika whispered. "...it's not me. It's yourself. Your poor decisions. The arrogance that made you think you could threaten Charlotte and get away with it."

Mika's eyes dropped to the boy's knees. He tapped the hammer's head lightly against his palm.

"And honestly, you should've chosen something else. If you'd told her to stand on her hands to apologize, I would've just broken your arms. Arms heal. They take a while but they still heal. But knees…"

His eyes locked on the boy's again.

"Knees are much harder to fix...And far more painful when they are shattered."

Before anyone could react—before the mob could even ask what he meant, Mika lifted the hammer high.

And then, with one fluid, casual motion, he brought it down.

CRACK!

The sound echoed through the lab like a gunshot.

The boy's right knee gave way instantly, the bone and cap obliterated under the blow.

"Hhhh! Ggghg! Kkkk!"

His body collapsed forward, tears flooding down his cheeks, his throat convulsing with the urge to scream, but no sound came.

Charlotte's spell locked his voice in his throat, leaving only wet, choking sobs and a trembling body wracked with agony.

The crowd gasped collectively, stumbling backward in horror. Wide eyes, pale faces, they couldn't believe it. Mika had just casually broken another student's knee.

Some clutched their own legs as if feeling phantom pain. Others covered their mouths. The tension snapped into terror, and the mob that had moments ago demanded humiliation now stared at Mika with dread.

Adam's face had also gone pale. His hands shook. 'He actually...he actually did it...'

Meanwhile, Thomas leaned closer to Adam, his smirk never fading, and whispered into his ear.

"See? This is exactly what I was talking about. Messing with Charlotte was already foolish, she can handle her own fights...But involving Mika? That was suicide. He's her watchdog. Her mad dog. And when someone dares to bark at her…" Thomas chuckled darkly. "…he bites. Hard. And trust me, it's only going to get worse."

Adam swallowed hard, his heart thundering in his chest. He suddenly wished he'd never followed the crowd here at all.