Chapter 201: Awkward Mood
Mika then realized Charlotte by his side needed the same treatment. She was just like her mother and could easily be swayed when it came to affection from him.
But before he could even turn to offer her the same calculated affection—Charlotte surprised him.
She pushed forward, gently pulling his shoulder until he looked at her, then pointed a still-wet finger at herself.
"W-What about me, Mika?" She asked, her voice tight with hopeful anticipation. "You love me as well, right? You love me, just as much as you love Mama?"
Her eyes searched his, not with jealousy or accusation, but with earnest vulnerability.
And she knew exactly what Mika was doing.
She wasn’t stupid. She could see through the game, the sweet-talking, the careful deflection.
But right now?
She didn’t care. She just wanted to be included. To be loved.
Mika’s heart softened. He didn’t hesitate. With a big grin, he reached for her, gently pulling her in until she was nestled against Yelena’s other side, tucked safely between them.
"You too, Charlotte." He said warmly, brushing a hand over her hair. "I love you too, so, so much."
Her cheeks flushed instantly, her lips curling into a surprised, shy smile.
"You’re so adorable." Mika continued, cupping her face like he had Yelena’s. "Your energy, your excitement, your bright little spark...even on my worst days, just seeing you, hearing your voice, is enough to cheer me up. You’re like my personal sunshine. My little cheerleader. You always know how to bring me back."
Charlotte’s eyes welled up slightly as she giggled, blushing hard, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.
"I’ve never told you that before..." Mika added, lowering his forehead to touch hers. "...but I should have. So I’m saying it now. I love you, Charlotte. So much."
She let out a soft, squeaky laugh and threw her arms around him, snuggling close and burying her face in his chest.
Any trace of what had happened earlier was long gone. Her earlier question forgotten. The moment had wrapped them all in warmth.
And Mika, smiling over the top of her head, held both of them close, basking in the glow of their surrendered affection—and suddenly a bold, reckless thought sparked in his mind.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he should just tell the absolute truth. l
Lay out all his feelings, confessing how he truly looked at Yelena, not as a mother, but as a desirable woman.
He could reveal his ultimate plan right now: his desire to establish a family-wide harem, where every single one of them would be his woman, pampered with his love
He wondered, with a dangerous curiosity, if even that audacious declaration might work and would be excused.
Then, he sighed and shook his head, the reckless moment passing.
He knew there were many things he could say or do and get away with—he felt confident that even if he caused an entire genocide, Yelena’s extreme love for him would eventually lead her to forgive him.
But this matter was far too sensitive.
He was asking to fundamentally change the family dynamic, to transition from a boy they loved as a son into the man they loved as a partner.
Such a radical shift went against the very nature of their established relationship. That level of acceptance wouldn’t be easily granted, nor would it be simple to accept at all.
He recognized that he couldn’t just rely on raw confession.
He had to use meticulous plans, complex schemes, strategic lies, and continually take advantage of the profound love they already held for him like he was doing now. And he realised it was going to be quite a pain in the ass to execute all of this.
Yet, a slow smile curved his lips.
It was also fun. It felt like playing a series of intricate, psychological games to reach the desired goal, and he didn’t mind the challenge at all. The future, where he reigned over a loving, compliant family, seemed bright and hopeful.
However, he knew he couldn’t let them simply coddle in front of him like this any longer.
Not only was he concerned that Yelena or Charlotte might regain their composure and ask that incriminating question again—but he also needed to escape the room as quickly as possible.
His presence was providing a certain, stabilizing sanity to the situation. When he was around, they were focused on him, obedient to his commands.
But the moment he left, both Yelena and Charlotte would be utterly confused.
They would be left alone to manage their raw, exposed emotions. They would start to wonder what exactly had happened and what it all meant, just as he intended.
Most importantly, he wanted to cultivate a deep sense of awkwardness between the two of them.
They couldn’t be allowed to simply settle back into their normal mother-daughter roles.
He wanted to build a profound tension within the family, a realization that something fundamental had shifted, but they wouldn’t know the exact direction it was heading in.
He wanted the confusion, the shared, secretive shame, and the suspicion to fester, driving them inevitably back to him for clarity and resolution.
That’s why, just as Charlotte and Yelena were settling into a comfortable, secure place, snuggling their faces into his warmth—Mika suddenly grabbed both of them by the wrist.
He gently but firmly lifted them up and placed them on the sofa nearby, startling them both.
He himself then got up, stretching dramatically.
"Well, I’m feeling quite tired and want to sleep alone tonight." He announced, his tone light and dismissive of the chaos he’d just orchestrated. "So, I’ll hit the bed soon. Both of you can sleep together tonight and sort out any issues you have with what happened yourselves."
Before either woman could utter a word in protest or question his sudden departure, he gave both of them a quick, firm kiss on the forehead, a gesture of finality and affection, and quickly escaped, walking out of the room and closing the door with a soft click.
He left Yelena and Charlotte completely alone in the humid, scented room, bathed in the shared, embarrassing aftermath.
And what he had expected immediately happened.
The moment he left, both mother and daughter couldn’t help but nervously glance at one another.
When Mika was physically present, he was a support pillar, holding their sanity together.
Now that he was gone, the awkward feelings, the mortifying moments, and the things they shouldn’t have seen or heard came swirling back.
They didn’t know how to speak, how to talk, or even how to look at one another. They fidgeted awkwardly on the sofa, their faces flushed bright red.
The silence grew thick, unbearable, until Charlotte finally broke. She turned quickly toward her mother, her eyes wide with sincerity.
"I-I’m sorry, Mama." Charlotte whispered, her voice earnest. "I am so sorry for what happened. It’s my fault. Because of me, because of my recklessness and how I just wanted to show off my love with Mika, this happened."
Yelena, still sitting bare-chested and soaked, was instantly flustered by the sincere apology.
"N-No, no, it’s fine." She stammered, frantically waving her hands. "Mika already explained everything. It’s really not your fault at all, Charlotte. You simply...You simply made a reckless mistake. You’re young, and you were under the influence of your Venus Complex. Don’t mind it."
She then began to fidget with her fingers, avoiding her daughter’s eyes.
"Honestly, I should be the one to be saying sorry." She confessed quietly. "I did something like that with Mika—something I was never supposed to do with Mika, who is basically my son. And you had to watch it all."
Her voice dropped to a shameful whisper.
"Not to mention that you saw me do that...that shameful thing earlier. You’re probably traumatized right now."
But Charlotte shook her head vehemently.
"No, Mama. No, no, not at all. It’s fine. It’s alright." She managed a small, reassuring smile. "I was shocked at first, I won’t lie. But now that I think about it...it’s only a natural thing." She blushed, lowering her gaze shyly. "Mama is a woman, after all. It’s only natural that a woman can...can do such a thing."
She then looked up at her mother, adding with a nervous, watery smile.
"Not to mention that I-I also did the same thing as well earlier, Mama. I squirted all over the place too. So both of us are completely even right now, aren’t we?"
Yelena looked at her daughter with a suspicious frown, wondering if she really accepted it so easily.
"Really, Charlotte? Are we really even?" She gestured around the room, pointing to the sheer evidence of her own torrent. "It’s one thing that I saw something, but you saw your own mother commit such an act, and that too in a much more extreme volume than yours." She looked down at the dark, wet stain on the floor. "It’s really not bothering you?"
Charlotte quickly shook her head.
"Really, Mama, it’s really alright. I’ll deal with it on my own." She paused, then added, out of a sheer, awkward compulsion to soothe and communicate. "Not to mention...I also got to see your...your hidden garden, Mama." She blushed, fiddling with a button on her dress. "It was...so beautiful."
The compliment was so unexpected, so shockingly direct, that it caught Yelena completely off guard. She immediately grabbed her hands and covered her drenched crotch, her eyes wide with renewed horror.
"When did you see that, Charlotte? How in the world did you see that?" She stammered. "Even though I did all that, I still have my underwear on!"
Charlotte quickly shook her head in a frantic manner.
"No, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant...with how wet you were, the underwear sort of became very see-through." She gestured vaguely. "I could see the shape and the outline of...that place of yours. I just thought I wanted to say it, to make you feel better."
"Oh! I see. I see." Yelena whispered, dropping her hands slightly as the reality of the thin, soaked fabric became clear. "That makes sense."
The moment of understanding did little to alleviate the tension. Once again, a profound, heavy silence descended between them.
It went on until Charlotte, desperate for an escape route, quickly sprang up from the sofa.
"Okay! Right. Dinner." Charlotte announced, forcing a bright, conversational tone. "We should probably go and eat dinner. You put a lot of hard work into making it, and it would be a pity if it got cold." She looked pleadingly at her mother. "Let’s do that. As a way to...you know...move on."
Yelena, equally eager to flee the scene, immediately got up as well. She was about to bolt when Charlotte’s eyes suddenly widened.
"Mama! Mama, wait!" Charlotte called out, pointing. "You haven’t put your clothes on! An your chest! It’s still out in the open!"
Yelena looked down and, to her shock, realized the truth. Her bare breasts, red and swollen from the intense stimulation, were bouncing slightly as she moved.
"Oh! Sorry, I totally forgot!" Yelena gasped, quickly moving her hands to cover herself.
She scrambled to retrieve her bra and quickly snapped it on, sliding her dress over her body in a desperate rush to restore her dignity.
As Yelena was wrestling her dress back into place, Charlotte moved closer, her gaze fixed on her mother’s chest as she noticed something peculiar.
"Mama..." Charlotte began slowly, her voice laced with confusion. "I really didn’t notice before, but your breasts..." She pointed a finger near her mother’s cleavage. "They have faint hickeys here and there."
She noted that the faint, circular marks were already fading quickly because of her mother’s powerful regeneration, but they were definitely visible.
Then, the question that had been brewing in her mind spilled out.
"Forgive me for asking something as strange as this, but did Mika not just stop at squeezing your breasts? And did he...did he also suck them as well?"
Charlotte’s blush deepened.
"It’s only when you suck on one’s breast that they would get like this...I-I mean, whenever Mika sucks on my breasts, the same thing happens as well. Did Mika...did he do that too?"
Yelena was completely caught off guard. She had intended to keep the oral contact a secret, another private moment—but now her daughter was staring at her with such an intense, nervous gaze, so clearly hungry for the truth.
Yelena knew she had no choice. She took a deep breath, the admission escaping on a shaky exhale.
"Yes." She whispered, before blurting out. "Yes, he did!"
She rushed to offer the agreed-upon lie, hoping to calm Charlotte’s rising jealousy and suspicion.
"You see, before you came in, Mika said that simple groping and teasing wouldn’t be enough. He said it’s only when a mouth is involved that I could thoroughly be satisfied and lose that awful aphrodisiac sensation." She spoke quickly, desperate to make it sound appropriate. "That’s why Mika joined in, in the first place. He was sucking my breasts all over to help me calm down."
Charlotte’s face, which had been tight with suspicion, softened slightly.
"I see...I see..." She murmured, though her half-hearted reaction showed she didn’t entirely know what to think about her mother’s confession.
Seeing her daughter’s lingering doubt, Yelena quickly tried to minimize the act.
"But don’t worry, Charlotte! He only suckled on my breast a little bit, and not for too long." She gestured to the faint marks. "It was too much for even me! I quickly made him stop, and that’s when he started groping me as well. It only happened for a little bit of time. It’s really not a big deal."
Charlotte finally let out a flustered sigh, echoing her mother’s deflection.
"Yeah, yeah, it really is not a big deal." She said, though the words sounded strained. Then, switching to a concerned tone, she asked. "But what about your urges? What about that feeling you got in your chest? What happened to that?"
Yelena quickly waved off the concern, relieved to finally close this line of questioning.
"Oh, don’t worry about that. After I ’released’ myself..." She said, lowering her voice shyly. "...all of that feeling went away. I’m completely fine right now."
She then immediately added, pushing them toward the door.
"Right now, we really shouldn’t talk about this too much. We better go and eat our dinner before it gets cold."
"Yes. Dinner!" Charlotte instantly agreed, nodding her head vigorously.
Her mind was already reeling from the barrage of confessions and sights; she absolutely did not want to discuss this topic anymore.
And just like that, both mother and daughter quickly waddled away, leaving the room.
They left behind the powerful, lingering stench of lust and taboo, which was especially coming off the dark, damp patch on the floor, the indelible evidence of Yelena’s profound, unrestrained love.