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

Mika's panic spiked the longer Anya stayed silent, her eyes fixed on his cock with an expression of horror and disgust that made his stomach twist.

"H-Hey, what's with that look?!" He blurted out, flustered, waving his hands nervously. "It—It can't be that bad, right? I mean, I shower twice a day! I scrub it with soap until it squeaks!"

"Sure, it gets sweaty sometimes, but that's just how balls work...Still, there's no reason to look at me like I'm some rotting corpse!"

But Anya slowly shook her head, her voice low and trembling.

"No...it's not that." Her gaze didn't waver from his shaft. "It's not that you smell bad."

Mika exhaled in relief, only to jolt when she added softly, "But you do smell. Just...not in the way you think."

His eyes went wide. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Anya's expression tightened, and she tilted her head, sniffing faintly before whispering.

"It's not filth. It's...feminine. A woman's scent. Like someone rubbed herself all over you and left her mark behind."

Mika's whole body stiffened. He looked away instantly, guilt flashing across his face.

Anya caught it. Of course she did. Her lips slowly curved into a grin, even though her eyes glimmered with something sharper, darker.

"I understand now." She murmured, her voice a chilling sing-song. "I was wondering why you fought me so hard just a moment ago, why you resisted my touch...But now it all makes sense."

She leaned closer, eyes narrowing at his cock, her smirk cruelly knowing.

"You've already been touched today, haven't you? Someone already worked you over this morning, left their scent clinging to you. And you didn't want me to notice."

"A-Anya, that's—" Mika laughed nervously, scratching his cheek.

But she cut him off, her smile widening, her voice dropping lower.

"And what's more…" She sniffed again, her nose wrinkling in concentration. "…this smell. I've caught it before. When I hugged you earlier, I thought something was strange. I couldn't place it then, but now?"

Her gaze locked on him, gleaming with certainty.

"It's hers, isn't it?...That girl you're so close to, Maria."

Mika gulped. "…You."

"Yes, I know." Anya chuckled darkly. "The scent matches. When I confronted her earlier, I caught the same note. Back then I doubted myself, but now.. Now it's obvious. She rubbed herself all over you, and more than that…" Her grin twisted. "…she gave you a good time, didn't she? I can smell the flavor of her still clinging to you."

Mika winced, his cheeks warming up.

"And to think..." Anya continued, tilting her head. "...I underestimated just how close you two had gotten. The reports didn't mention this. I thought they were thorough, but clearly not enough."

That jolted Mika out of his stupor. "Wait...reports? You've been making reports on her?"

"Of course. I'm in charge of your safety, am I not?" Anya gave him a look as if he'd asked if the sun rises in the east. "Anyone who gets near you is someone I need to evaluate. That includes her. I need to know who she is, what she's capable of...and whether she's a threat to you."

Mika groaned inwardly, running a hand down his face. "Really, Anya…"

Then, with a steadier breath, he asked bluntly,

"So what now? You've figured it out. Are you going to fight her? Threaten her again? Strip her down in front of everyone like you always do when someone crosses a line?"

Her expression shifted, her eyes still blazing, but her smile softening into something almost restrained. Slowly, she shook her head.

"No...Nothing like that."

Mika blinked in surprise. "…Really?"

Her eyes burned with fury, but her voice stayed steady as she said,

"Don't get me wrong, Mika. I am boiling inside. The thought of her touching what's mine makes me want to claw her face off. But…" She looked up at him, her expression softening into something frighteningly tender. "…I won't. Not if it hurts you. I know how much you care for her. How protective you are. If I harmed her, it would wound you, and that I cannot do."

Her lips curled into a bright, radiant smile, her eyes glittering with madness and devotion.

"So instead, I'll restrain myself. I'll hold it in...Because your love, your possessiveness that you showed, is enough for me to forget all that."

Mika studied her warily. Her composure was almost more unsettling than her rage.

"…Are you serious?" He asked, suspicious.

But Anya only smiled wider, and when his hand lifted to pat her head, she leaned into it eagerly, her body trembling with delight.

But Mika didn't stop there as his hand shifted, his fingers brushing over to Anya's red lips, soft and tender. The warmth of his touch lingered, pressing just enough that her breath caught.

"You really are such a good girl."

He murmured, voice low, each word heavy with meaning. His fingertip dragged slowly across the seam of her mouth, tender, almost sensual.

"My good disciplinary head, Anya."

Anya's lashes fluttered in response. Her body trembled like she was drinking in every ounce of his attention. And then, instead of just leaning into the touch—she opened her mouth and caught his finger between her lips.

Her tongue curled around him as she sucked, eyes locked on his face, wide and shining with devotion. The wet heat of her mouth, the eager way she drew him in, made his chest tighten.

"Mmh…♡" She breathed around his finger, sucking harder before pulling back with a soft pop. Her lips were glossy, her cheeks flushed, and she whispered fervently.

"Yes, Mika. I'm your good girl. Only yours. I'll be anything you want me to be, anything at all♡~"

And then she drew his finger back into her mouth again, eyes closing this time, as if savoring the taste of him like it was a sacrament, her devotion spilling over with every suck.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Mika couldn't take his eyes off her as Anya sucked his finger with that intense, devotional fervor, her cherry-red lips wrapped around him like she wanted to pull him in completely.

The wet swirl of her tongue lapped over his skin until his entire finger was slick with her saliva. It was maddening, so much so that his cock throbbed painfully, harder than ever.

He couldn't help but compare, Charlotte might have been eager, and she had gotten better each time she tried, but she was still learning. Still hesitant, still shy.

But Anya?...Anya was flawless. Every motion, every swirl of her tongue, every wet pop when she finally pulled back, was masterful, like she had studied for years with the sole purpose of driving him insane.

But then her expression shifted almost instantly as she pulled her lips out.

Narrowing her eyes, she poked at his shaft, her smirk sharpening into something more dangerous.

"But, even though I won't do anything to her." Anya said sweetly, her tone venom beneath the sugar. "It's clear she sucked your cock. And she didn't just play around, Mika. I can smell her all the way down the shaft. That means she took you in deep...All the way down her throat."

Mika flinched, his breath catching. Her words painted the memory too vividly, and he had no defense ready before she grabbed his cock with a sudden, possessive firmness and shook it once.

"I was actually thinking of stepping it up today."

She murmured, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with dangerous intent.

"Thinking of blessing you with my mouth, giving you a proper blowjob, deep, hard, until my throat ached. I wanted you to see how I could take you all the way in and out while staring up at you the entire time."

She leaned closer, her lips ghosting just over his tip, while Mika shivered, his cock twitching in her grip, but her tone dropped colder as she pulled back with a disgusted little curl of her lips.

"But now?...Now I don't even want to." She gave him a sharp shake, her nose wrinkling. "The thought of putting this inside me, when it's already been smeared with her—ugh! It disgusts me. I won't do it."

Mika opened his mouth, trying to explain, but before he could, Anya's expression flipped in an instant. A bright smile bloomed on her face, and she chirped,

"But don't worry, Mika! I did make you a promise. I'll give you a handjob so divine, so utterly beyond anything you've ever felt, that you'll never think about anyone else again. Not her. Not anyone. Just me."

He blinked at her, wary, because he knew that look, she had something planned. Something twisted.

She hummed, her voice almost sing-song as she added, "But before I can give you that divine handjob...I have to cleanse this cock first. It reeks of her. I can't work on something tainted. I'll cover it in my smell instead."

Before Mika could even ask what she meant, she slid her hand under her skirt.

Still kneeling close, she hooked her fingers under her skimpy black panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. She tossed them aside carelessly, leaving herself bare under the skirt. Mika's brows furrowed in alarm.

"What the hell are you—"

But she ignored him. Her hand pressed against her crotch, her face flushing deeply. Her lips parted with a small grunt, her body trembling as though under pressure.

"Mmm!~ Hmm! Nnnnnn!~"

Mika's eyes widened as he watched her push, straining, her expression tight and heated.

For a second, he thought she was fingering herself right in front of him.

But then, her hand pulled back.

And it wasn't empty.

Her palm glistened with a sticky, translucent fluid—thick and viscous, shining in the light like liquid crystal.

Mika nearly fell back. "Anya, what the hell?! Did you just...did you just pee in your hand?!"

"Oh, silly! Of course not." She giggled, holding it up like a trophy. "This isn't pee. This…" She tilted her hand, letting the liquid glimmer. "…is my love juice."

"My gift for you, Mika. I spread myself open and let it flow just now, squeezed it out just for you!"

He stared, baffled. "Wait, you squirted? Just like that? In seconds? That's not even—how the hell did you do that without...stimulation?"

She tilted her hand, watching the fluid slide like syrup, then looked up at him with smug pride.

"For most girls, sure, it takes fingering, licking, pressure...But I'm different." She lifted the puddle of fluid higher, letting it catch the light. "Because of my blessing, I can stimulate my own body at will. If I want to squirt, I just think about it. And...out it comes."

He blinked in disbelief. "You're telling me...you can just...squirt on command? Like a water dispenser?!"

She nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she said,

"I've been practicing, Mika. Practicing my body, experimenting, training it...all for you. Because it's been so long since we were truly intimate. Even the last time, and the one before...it was just you taking care of my urges, my 'Venus Complex'. And I didn't want it to be like that anymore. I wanted to seduce you. To entice you. To make you crave me, so I came up with a few techniques that would send a man to heaven."

She held the puddle up higher.

"This is just one of my surprises. Isn't it hot, Mika? Don't you think it's sexy?...Me, squirting on command for you?"

Mika stared, dazed, then gave a stunned chuckle.

"…Honestly? Yeah, Anya. That's...That's crazy. But it's also really fucking hot."

He dipped two fingers into her palm, rubbing the sticky fluid between them.

"Just imagining you doing that in public...me just saying 'squirt' and you drenching your panties on the spot…" His cock twitched violently. "It's tantalizing as hell."

"I'm so glad you like it, Mika!" Anya's eyes sparkled. "I have so many more surprises for you. But first—"

Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper.

"…we need to get rid of her stink."

Before Mika could stop her, she tipped her hand over his cock.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The sticky liquid dripped down onto his shaft, glimmering as it coated him, sliding down to the base, dripping onto the floor.

She emptied the whole handful, then gripped him tightly, stroking up and down with both hands, spreading her scent everywhere.

"Now…" She breathed, rubbing faster, her eyes glowing with triumph. "Now it's only my smell. Only me. My love juice, my devotion, no trace of anyone else." She looked up at him, grinning. "How does it feel, Mika? To have your cock cleansed and stroked with my essence?"

Mika groaned, his chest tightening. "…Feels...fucking good. Like a damn happy-ending massage parlor."

Her smirk froze and slowly, dangerously, she lifted her gaze to his. "Oh? And how exactly do you know about those, Mika? Have you...gone to one?"

Mika's eyes widened and he quickly looked away. "Of course not! Not with you around, why would I need that?"

Her smirk returned, satisfied. She gave his cock one last stroke, now glistening and slick with her juices.

"Good. Very good. Because they could never do what I can."

Mika raised a brow. "Oh yeah? And what exactly can you do that they can't?"

Anya's grin widened. She lifted both hands, showing him her palms.

At first, he frowned in confusion. But then his breath caught.

Her palms weren't normal anymore. The usual lines were gone.

In their place...were lips!

Two mouths, one on each palm, wet and glistening.

And when those lips opened, tongues flicked out, slick, pink, writhing, identical to the one in her mouth.

Mika's eyes went wide. "Anya...what the actual hell…"

She giggled, raising her living palms closer to his cock. "Tell me, Mika...do you think anyone else can do this?"

Her palms smacked wetly as the tongues writhed, eager and hungry, her eyes gleaming with manic devotion, while he got a idea of what she was going to do next and even though it was bizzare to think about, he couldn't help but smile at what was coming his way…