CHAPTER 129: THE SECRET HIDDEN UNDERNEATH

Yelena tilted her head, catching the intensity in his gaze.

"What is it? Why are you staring at us like that?"

Mika rubbed his chin, his lips curving into a slow smile.

"I was just thinking...this scene in front of me is rarer than any precious metal in the world. To see two SSS-tier blessed like you, side by side on a bed, in lingerie no less, and not just any two women, but you two, mother and daughter at the prime of your beauty."

"...People would give up their entire life savings, take on massive loans, just to witness this sight."

Heat rushed to Yelena’s cheeks despite her smirk.

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Mika? Sell tickets? Let the masses line up at the door for a peek?" She tilted her head in playful challenge. "It could be lucrative business."

But Mika shook his head firmly.

"No. Not at all. This sight is for me. And me only. No one else will ever see you like this."

With that, he launched himself forward, landing between them on the bed. Both women gasped as the mattress dipped beneath his weight and then immediately, in one swift move, he looped his arms around them both, dragging them close until their bodies pressed against him.

"You’re mine." He whispered, his grip fierce yet tender. "Both of you. Completely mine. No one else will ever have you."

Hearing this bold proclamation, Charlotte melted instantly, burying her face against his chest, inhaling his scent, rubbing her body against him shamelessly.

"Mmm, Mika..." She sighed, voice dreamy.

Yelena, however, studied him with a thoughtful gaze.

"My, my...you really are possessive tonight. Quite possessive." Her lips curved as she teased. "So tell me, Mika...what if I let another man see me like this? What if I allowed someone else into my life, hmm? What then?"

She only said this as a joke and expected him to scoff, maybe roll his eyes.

But instead, his expression darkened.

His smile thinned into something sharp, almost chilling, his eyes burning with something primal.

"Well, let’s hope that never happens." He said softly, almost too softly. "Because if it did...that poor fool would be forfeiting his life for nothing."

The tone was light, almost a joke, but the weight behind it wasn’t.

Yelena shivered, goosebumps racing down her arms. It should have frightened her, this veiled threat, but for some reason, instead it stirred something hot and forbidden deep inside her belly.

Before she could dwell on it, Mika’s expression shifted back, his smile easy again as he looked down at Charlotte.

"You haven’t even let me settle for a minute, and you’re already sniffing me like a dog, rubbing yourself all over. Isn’t this too much?"

Charlotte pulled back just enough to look at him with defiant pride. "Of course not! Opportunities like this don’t come often, so I’m going to take full advantage. I’ll rub myself all over you and sniff you up as much as I like!"

She grinned before turning to her mother.

"Come on, Mama! Let’s do it together. He’s completely vulnerable. Let’s take him on at the same time!"

Yelena blinked at her daughter’s boldness, then chuckled, finally surrendering to the moment. "Of course, my dear."

And so she pressed herself against Mika too, the two of them rubbing against him from either side, their warmth seeping into his skin as laughter and soft sighs filled the room.

Mika too looked between them, his smile tender as he let them do as they pleased.

This, this was what he wanted to protect.

A life like this, messy, warm, overflowing with love.

He thought back to the truck that made him realise his regrets and change for the better and, and unlike anyone who would curse such a accident, he actually felt grateful for the truck for showing him the true path to happiness.

And as his eyes grew heavy, Charlotte and Yelena snuggled against him, whispering soft laughter until sleep finally claimed them all.

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The room was quiet, the kind of deep silence that only came when the night had fully settled in. The lamps had long been extinguished, leaving only the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains.

Mika lay sprawled in the center of the massive bed, his arms naturally wrapped around both women at his sides as if to anchor them close.

Charlotte clung to him with both arms, her cheek pressed to his chest, her lips curled in the faintest smile. She looked like she was lost in some pleasant dream, her body soft and warm against his side.

On his other arm, Yelena rested heavily, her breasts spilling lazily across his torso as though even in sleep she refused to yield her closeness to him.

Her breathing was slow and steady, the rise and fall of her chest calm—until suddenly, her eyes fluttered open.

She didn’t move at first, blinking slowly, adjusting her breath so she wouldn’t disturb either of them.

Then, with careful precision, she lifted her head just enough to glance at Charlotte.

The girl’s chest rose and fell evenly, her lashes still. Mika’s breathing was equally deep and steady and seeing this, Yelena let out a soft breath of relief.

Both were truly asleep.

She lingered for a moment longer, gazing at the two of them curled against Mika, and her heart ached with longing. She wanted nothing more than to stay there, wrapped in his warmth until morning, to savor the precious gift of sleeping beside him.

But she knew she couldn’t.

Something else was gnawing at her, a question she could no longer ignore.

So, quiet as a shadow, she slid Mika’s hand off her waist, easing herself from the circle of his arm. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder without thinking, then drew back quickly, almost ashamed of the tenderness.

After one last look at the pair of them, Mika clutching Charlotte close, Charlotte smiling in sleep, Yelena slipped from the bed.

She then padded out, heart thumping in her throat, and made her way down the hall. The bathroom door shut behind her with the faintest click, and she turned the lock with trembling fingers. The overhead light buzzed on, too bright, throwing her reflection back at her in harsh clarity.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson. Her hair tumbled messily down her shoulders, her lips still swollen from earlier kisses.

But it wasn’t just embarrassment she saw—it was dread, anticipation, and something she hated admitting to herself.

Biting her lip, she stared at herself for a long while.

Then, before her courage faltered, she slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties.

Slowly, painfully slowly, she pushed them down her thighs. The fabric clung for a moment before sliding free, pooling at her ankles.

She bent, picked them up with shaking fingers, and held them to the light.

And the instant her eyes fell on the damp, glossy patch in the center, her whole body shuddered.

"Oh, no..." She whispered, voice breaking.

Her panties were soaked through.

The black fabric was darker still where the wetness had spread, clinging damply, sticky with fluid that glistened in the harsh bathroom light.

She knew she’d feel something, she’d suspected it all along, but to see it with her own eyes petrified her. Her hands shook as she turned them over, seeing the clear wetness smeared across the cotton.

Her face burned hot, scarlet.

Thank God she’d worn black, if it had been white or any other pale color, the evidence would have been impossible to hide.

The truth slammed into her: all that time in Mika’s arms, all that time pressed against him, her body had been secreting arousal without her even realizing it.

Her panties had been drenched the entire night.

But the worst came when she forced herself to lower her gaze.

Between her legs, her pussy was flushed and swollen, her pale skin made more striking by the sheen of wetness that coated her.

Her lips were plump, glistening, parted slightly to reveal the soft pink within. Her clitoris stood engorged, a tender pearl begging for touch.

Every sliver was slick, her folds, the tiny entrance to her body, even the sensitive skin surrounding it. Her juices had spread so far that they were starting to trickle down her thighs, gliding along her skin in slow, shameful streaks.

It looked obscene. Like her entire pussy had been oiled, glimmering under the bathroom light, erotic in a way she could hardly comprehend.

And seeing this, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her legs gave out, and she quickly sat down on the toilet seat before she could collapse entirely.

Her hands went to her face, trying to hide from what she’d just seen, but the image was burned into her mind, the undeniable truth of her own arousal.

She had been wet the whole time.

Not just a little wet, not subtly, but drenched, soaked through, her body betraying every hidden thought and every forbidden desire she had been trying so desperately to deny.

She buried her face in her hands and shook her head, whispering to herself,

"How did it come to this...how did I let it get this far?"

She replayed it all in her mind, the chain of events that had led her here, the soft unraveling of her composure.

It had begun so innocently, when Mika had pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, speaking to her in that low, confident voice that seemed to pierce straight into her bones.

"Beautiful. Gorgeous. Mine."

His words had wrapped around her like velvet chains, squeezing her chest with a pressure that both thrilled and terrified her.

At first she had laughed it off, brushing away the flutter in her stomach and the faint dampness gathering between her thighs. She told herself it was nothing, just her body reacting out of excitement, the way a cat might knead and purr when over-stimulated.

But then his praise had shifted.

The words weren’t simple compliments anymore; they became heavier, dirtier, dripping with intimacy. His tone made her feel like the only woman in the world, and every syllable seemed to stroke her in places he hadn’t even touched yet.

That trickle of wetness grew into a constant seep, heat pooling between her thighs, the dampness spreading through her underwear. She had felt it, knew what it meant, and yet she clenched her legs together, insisting to herself it was nothing.

Her denial broke the moment his hands began to wander.

His fingers kneaded her ass, slid over her waist, cupped her breasts. His lips pressed to her navel, his mouth trailed lower, teasing her hips, kissing even the curve of her buttocks. Each touch made the wetness bloom, her pussy swelling, stuffy, begging for more. The dampness became a flood she could no longer ignore.

And then, his tongue.

Against her nipples.

Just a flick, just a taste, but the effect was devastating. Her body went molten, her pussy clenched hard, and before she could stop it, a sudden gush burst from inside her.

A squirt, hot and humiliating, wetting her panties in an unmistakable rush. She had kept her face serene, biting her lip to hide it, but her pussy told the truth.

It throbbed, it leaked, it gave her away.

Mika hadn’t noticed, but she knew.

Now, staring at the glossy sheen coating her pussy, every fold glistening, her clit swollen and needy, the juice dripping down her thighs, she couldn’t pretend anymore.

The evidence was undeniable. Her breath hitched as her hands covered her face, shame burning hotter than the arousal still pulsing in her cunt.

She wasn’t reacting like a mother of a child would.

She wasn’t treating him like the boy she had raised.

No, every fiber of her was treating him as a man...As her man.

Her pussy hadn’t lied, her body hadn’t lied. The taboo she had tried to avoid naming was alive in every wet mark, in every tremble of her thighs.

Her voice cracked into the silence of the bathroom as she whispered into her palms.

"W-What am I going to do now? What am I doing to myself?"

The shame tangled with a darker thrill, the realization that her feelings weren’t fading but growing sharper, harder to deny.

She wondered, trembling on the toilet seat, how her relationship with Mika would change after this...and whether she was ready to face the truth of what she wanted.