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

"M-Mika! What's gotten into you?" Anya moaned, her hands flying to his head, pressing him closer. "You're sucking my boobs like a starving baby who hasn't had milk in days!"

Mika pulled back slightly, his face now smeared with his own blood, his voice rough.

"This is your fault, Anya. Kissing my cock like that, looking so damn sexy covered in my blood? How am I supposed to stay calm? You're driving me crazy."

He moved to her other nipple, sucking just as fiercely, making her whimper as she held him close, her gaze adoring instead of being put off by the sudden attack.

"Yes, Mika, yes!♡~ Don't stop!♡~" She whispered, her voice trembling with joy. "It's all my fault, so take what you want. Suck my nipples, do whatever you want, this body is yours!♡~ I'm so happy you're not holding back."

"Normally, you're so calm, so composed, no matter how much I tease you...but now? You're like an animal, and I love it!♡~"

Mika groaned against her skin, the taste of his blood sharp and metallic and he couldn't help but complain saying, "Fuck, Anya, I don't get the appeal of this at all. It's salty, like licking a damn coin. How do you even like this stuff?"

"You might feel that way, Mika..." Anya laughed softly, stroking the back of his head. "...but to me, it's the most delicious delicacy in the world. I'd drink it every day if I could, Mika. But if I did, I'd be so turned on all the time, I'd spend every night playing with myself, too busy to do my duties." She sighed dramatically, her tone teasing. "It'd be a disaster."

He pulled back, grinning, his eyes lustful.

"Don't worry about that. If you're ever that desperate, just call me. I'll have you sorted in minutes—shove my cock in your mouth, give you a good fucking, whatever you need."

He said before pressing his fingers to her lips, tracing them, then pulled her into a passionate, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, blood and saliva mixing as they lost themselves in the heat.

Panting, Mika broke the kiss, his hand then sliding to her waist, the other slipping between her legs to spread her pussy wide.

"Speaking of...I wanna see that squirting power of yours in action. You said you can squirt on command, show me...Squirt for me, Anya."

Her eyes lit up, her voice fervent.

"Yes, Mika! This shower of love is dedicated to you!"

She grunted, her face flushing, and with a sudden clench, a stream of clear, glistening liquid shot from her pussy, arcing across the room.

Squirt!

Mika's mouth dropped, his fingers playing with her rainbow tuft.

"Holy shit, you really can do that. That's crazy!"

He then grinned, teasing her pubic hair.

"Let's see how far you can go. Can you hit the wall on the other side?"

Anya smirked, her confidence returning. "We'll find out."

She leaned back slightly, bracing herself. Then, with a little grunt, she let go.

Squirt!

A hot jet of liquid burst from her slit, arching through the air before splattering onto the floor just short of the wall.

She giggled, licking her lips, eyes flicking up to meet Mika's gaze, before another wave of pressure coiled deep inside her, and she bore down again.

Squirt!

This time the stream went farther, hitting the desk leg with a wet slap. The sound echoed lewdly in the room, droplets scattering across the polished wood.

Her breaths quickened, her body trembling with exertion and thrill, yet her grin only widened. She was relentless now, grunting once more as her body obeyed her will.

Squirt!

Squirt!

Squirt!

The liquid sprayed even further, splashing against the chair in the corner, droplets streaking down its leg to pool on the floor and then onto the desk

Each spurt grew stronger, the spray reaching farther with every push, droplets breaking apart midair before pattering to the ground.

"I can't believe that I'm seeing you send shots like this… but keep going. You're almost there." Mika said in awre as could feel his cock throbbing just watching her, mesmerized by the sheer force and control she displayed.

Finally, Anya threw her head back, gritting her teeth as she forced one last powerful contraction—

SSHHHHHHT!

The stream shot out with startling force, arching high before slapping against the far wall with a loud splatter, leaving a wet, dripping streak that slowly trickled downward.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat beading on her skin, her smile wide and triumphant as she looked up at him with wild eyes.

"See, Mika? Told you… I could do it."

"You really did, my little squirter! You really did it!" Mika laughed, his voice full of awe. "Everyone thinks you're this scary Disciplinary Head, but here you are, my personal squirt gun."

"...Next time I want a water fight, I'm just gonna carry you around and let you soak everyone."

"Mika, you're so naughty, way naughtier than me!" Anya's cheeks flushed, and she laughed shyly.

She then couldn't hold back and grabbed him, pulling him into another deep kiss, her body pressing against his. His rock-hard cock rubbed against her pussy, her hips moving to slide herself along his length, teasing the edge of the final step.

But just as the moment heated up, a loud knock echoed through the lab, startling them both.

Charlotte's voice, laced with concern, called out.

"Anya, are you okay in there? Mika, don't punish her too much! She might've messed up, but she didn't mean it! Nothing bad actually happened, so just...leave her alone, please!"

Mika and Anya froze, exchanging a glance, their lustful haze interrupted by Charlotte's worried plea.

Mika sighed, his hand still on Anya's waist. "Well, shit." He muttered. "Guess playtime's over."

Anya let out a small sigh as she tilted her head toward the door.

"Yeah, it really is Charlotte...always so concerned."

Her smile curved gently, though there was a strange softness in her eyes now.

"Normally, if she dared interrupt me at a time like this, I'd have stormed out, grabbed those chubby little cheeks of hers, and pinched until she was crying and begging me to let go."

She puffed her cheeks out, mimicking her younger sister's pout before exhaling.

"But right now?...She's not butting in to annoy me, she's trying to protect me. She's worried I'll get punished. She's trying to shield me in her own silly way."

Anya's eyes softened further, the faintest trace of affection glinting there.

"So I'll leave it. She can be an annoying brat tomorrow, but today...she's being an adorable little sister."

"Good." Mika breathed out in relief, rubbing his temple. "Because the last thing I need right now is to break up another one of your fights. If you pinched her cheeks raw and she tried to bite your hand again, I'd lose my patience."

He then glanced down at himself, then let out a short chuckle. His shirt was drenched crimson, his chin still smeared from where he'd been kissing her blood-stained breasts.

"But honestly, look at me...This is exactly the kind of mess we were trying to avoid. And if I walk out looking like this, Charlotte won't just panic, she'll faint on the spot, convinced I punished you until you bled out."

"No big deal, Mika." Anya giggled softly, shaking her head. "I'll handle it."

Before he could ask what she meant, she raised her hand.

Splurt!

Immediately, every drop of blood soaking his shirt, face, and even pooling across the ground began to pull free, as if tugged by invisible threads. The stains lifted away and gathered into a floating, shimmering sphere above her palm.

Even the streaks on her own breasts, her thighs, and the floor beneath them all vanished, coalescing into that glistening orb.

"See?" She teased, her eyes glittering as she held the sphere aloft.

Then, with careful precision, she tipped it into a steel flask on the nearby counter, sealed the cap, and held it to her chest like a treasure.

"Now it's safe. I'll savor this later...an extra snack, just for me."

Mika stared at her in dismay. "You're seriously going to drink that? Anya, some of it hit the floor. That's way past the three-second rule. I wouldn't even touch food that fell, let alone—"

She cut him off with a shake of her head, latching her bra with steady hands.

"Mika. Your blood is too pure to be tainted. I don't mean that in a romantic sense—I mean literally. Viral infections, diseases that would cripple or kill an ordinary man, they can't survive in your blood. It eradicates them instantly. It's not just strong, it's...beyond natural, not to mention all the other potential it has."

She slipped her legs into her underwear and skirt, pausing to glance up at him.

"Do you even realize what even a few milliliters of your blood could do in the wrong hands? It could be sold for a fortune. Enough to start wars. Enough to bankrupt small nations. There are men out there who would kill thousands for a single vial."

Her expression firmed as she put on her blazer.

"So no, I will not waste even a single drop. Not when it's this precious."

"Yeah, yeah. Believe me, I already know how precious my blood is."

Mika let out a long groan, running a hand through his hair, before then going on to say with a weary look on his face, while at the same time going forward and helping her button her blazer.

"After all, your mother drilled that into me when I was a kid. She never stopped reminding me how 'incredible' my body was. How 'special' my blood was."

His voice dropped dryly, while Anya enjoyed the gentlemanly treatment she was receiving at the moment.

"She even ran so many tests on me back then for her drug testing and experiments that there was a point, that my body held 10% of the drugs she developed instead of my own blood."

Anya paused watching him mid-button, her eyes widening slightly before a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Oh. Right. Mother really can't help herself when it comes to you. Even at home, she won't shut up about how extraordinary your physiology is. She still brings up those examinations like they're divine revelations."

A faint, amused exhale slipped from her lips.

"And...she's actually made a number of experimental drugs and she's dying to test them on you in person, but even she's hesitating to ask."

Mika's fingers lingered on the last button of her blazer before he let out a faint laugh and said,

"Tell Fauna not to worry. I'll swing by sometime soon and let her poke and prod me again. Yelena already wanted me checked after that accident anyway, just to make sure everything's stable. I'll kill two birds with one stone, let them both run their tests."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze thoughtful, because what they were talking about was no small matter.

Anya's mother, Fauna Lumirielle Necrosia, wasn't just any doctor—she was the doctor. One of the revered battle angels, known across the world as the "Plague Maiden of Eternal Life and Rotting Death."

With her blessing she could heal almost any ailment, but her brilliance didn't stop there. She was also the most skilled physician alive—a woman with immaculate medical knowledge who had advanced the field of medicine in ways no one else could.

Her research and the drugs she created had saved countless lives, yet she gave them away for free, never demanding wealth in return.

Families who had once resigned themselves to tragedy lived on because of her, children grew up healthy because of her, and cities thrived in part thanks to the hospitals she personally funded.

It was no wonder that wherever Fauna walked, people looked at her as if she were a saint descended from heaven.

But saints had flaws.

Mika knew well that for all her brilliance, Fauna carried a single burden that undermined her work, she was too gentle. Too empathetic. She couldn't bring herself to harm anything, not even the smallest creature.

A rat in the lab, a stray dog, even a dying plant, every life was sacred to her, and the idea of sacrificing one for the sake of progress was unbearable.

That quality made her beloved, but it also crippled her as a scientist, as her greatest limitation was experimentation.

Every great doctor eventually needs test subjects to trial new drugs, but Fauna couldn't stomach it.

She refused to harm innocent lab animals. She could never consent to dangerous human testing.

Even with her immense potential, this limitation held her back, preventing many of her discoveries from advancing.

That was, until Mika had stepped in.

He had seen her problem and offered himself as the solution. His body, as strange and unique as it was, could endure anything.

No drug could truly harm him; no test could kill him. He could even monitor his own condition from within, adjusting and stabilizing himself if things went wrong.

He had told Fauna flatly that if she needed a subject, he would be it.

At first she had refused, horrified at the very thought of using him that way. To her he wasn't just some test subject, he was family, her beloved son that Anya would even argue would say loved more then her, her own daughters herself.

But Mika had persisted, and eventually she had relented.

From then on, he had been her personal lab rat, letting her experiment with new drugs and treatments directly on him. It had gone on for years, and now it was simply part of their bond.l.

By then, Anya had finished dressing, her blazer snug and neat once more. She tilted her head up at him with a little smile.

"I'll let my mother know you're coming soon. She'll be so happy to see you after so long, Mika...I bet she won't let go once she gets her arms around you. She'll smother you in that big chest of hers, and cry because she's overjoyed...But at the same time cry because she knows she'll be running experiments on you again."

Anya let out a soft laugh and shook her head.

"She's a mess of emotions sometimes. My mother is difficult to deal with, really."

Mika couldn't help but chuckle too, his eyes softening at the thought. "Yeah. Fauna's...a mixed bag. Overbearing as hell, sometimes. Even Yelena thinks so. She basically...loves too hard."

Mika remembered all too clearly what it was like as a kid whenever he was with Fauna.

She never let him do anything for himself. She'd fuss over his hair, spoon-feed him when he was perfectly capable of eating on his own, even scold him if he tried to tie his own shoes. He had been treated like a baby, smothered in constant, overflowing affection.

And despite himself, he could already feel a flicker of anticipation to pull her into his family-harem plan.

But even with that fire simmering, another part of him winced.

Fauna's love wasn't gentle in moderation, it was suffocating, relentless, the kind of affection that swallowed him whole. He could already picture it: her crushing embrace, her tears soaking his shoulder, her voice cooing over him like he was still that helpless boy who needed pampering.

"I'm excited to see her again." Mika admitted to himself, lips twitching with both eagerness and resignation. "But...at the same time I'm scared of how many hugs and kisses she's going to throw my way when she sees me."