Chapter 202: Mimi
Mika, having executed his perfect exit, didn’t immediately go to bed as he’d told them.
Instead, he made his way to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
Yelena’s cooking was legendary, and there was no way he’d let her delicious spread go to waste. He piled plate after plate with her meticulously prepared dishes, savory roasts, creamy mashed potatoes, and fragrant herb-crusted vegetables, shoving mouthfuls into his face with unbridled enthusiasm.
His appetite was voracious, and by the time he was done, he’d devoured nearly 80% of the feast, leaving only a few scraps behind. Satisfied, he leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin, a contented grin spreading across his face.
With his hunger sated, Mika returned to his room, the house now quiet save for the faint hum of the evening. He lay on his bed in the darkened room, his hands tucked behind his head, staring at the ceiling as his mind wandered.
He couldn’t help but wonder how Yelena and Charlotte were faring after the ordeal.
Were they awkward with each other, tiptoeing around the unspoken tension?
Were they grappling with internal struggles—questioning where their relationship was headed after such a shocking display?
He hoped so, it was part of his plan to push them into a space of vulnerability, to make them confront their boundaries and draw them closer to him.
But a small part of him wondered if they might surprise him.
Given how unpredictable they could be, it wasn’t impossible that they were acting normally, brushing off the incident as just another bizarre moment in their chaotic lives.
He shook his head, dismissing the thought. The likelihood was slim; they were probably wrestling with their emotions, just as he’d intended.
Along with these strategic thoughts, another thing caught his attention: the room itself. This room, which he was using now, was an astonishing replica of his childhood room.
The walls were adorned with his favorite posters, vintage prints of sports stars and comic book heroes he’d idolized as a kid. The equipment scattered around, baseballs, a worn-out glove, and a pair of running shoes, were the same brands he’d always preferred.
The mattress was the exact firmness he liked, the computer on the desk was his preferred model, and the bookcase was stuffed with novels and comics he’d devoured in his youth.
Even the closet held clothes tailored to his taste, casual tees, fitted jeans, and jackets he’d have picked out himself. Figurines of characters he’d loved lined the shelves, and the room’s paint job and decorations were precisely to his liking.
The shocking part was that this wasn’t his actual room; this was the first time he had stayed here.
It meant Yelena had set up this room specifically for him a long time ago, possibly ever since he had left. She had created this space, waiting for his return, meticulously matching his preferences.
Furthermore, the room was immaculate and tidy, indicating that Yelena had been diligently keeping it clean all this time, hoping he would come back, even without knowing if he ever would.
The thought made his chest tighten, a tender warmth spreading through him. Yelena had poured her heart into this room, holding onto the hope that he’d come back, not knowing if he ever would.
It was evidence to how much she’d missed him, how deeply she’d longed for him. The realization only deepened his desire to shower her with affection, to make her feel his love and accept it fully, so they could be together as he envisioned.
But just as he was wondering if the computer on the desk also had his old, specific preferences for—ahem, adult content, thinking that would be both hilarious and strange, he heard the faint sound of his door handle turning.
The door slowly opened and instead of reacting, Mika simply narrowed his eyes, keeping them slightly open so he could observe.
To his surprise, he saw Charlotte sneaking into the room. She wore a sneaky look, glancing around as if checking for eavesdroppers before quickly entering and quietly closing the door behind her.
She then tiptoed toward the bed where Mika lay motionless, and gently called out to him.
"Mika? Mika, are you awake? Are you awake, Mika?" She whispered, calling out twice.
Mika didn’t respond, maintaining his act of being sound asleep and seeing his peaceful, unresponsive face, Charlotte immediately smiled in relief.
Slowly, she got onto the bed and laid herself right next to him, instantly snuggling into his embrace and placing her head on his chest. She cuddled happily into him, letting out a soft, contented giggle.
Mika honestly wasn’t surprised. He was expecting this.
From a very young age, Charlotte would often sneak into his bed and snuggle right next to him. Initially, he’d try to push her away, but she would simply burst into tears and not stop until he relented. After that, he just let her.
It was also always better to sleep with someone else than be alone, especially since Charlotte had such a plump and soft body. Her soft breasts and tender thighs made her the best living blanket anyone could find.
He assumed this was another innocent cuddle, a return to those childhood nights.
But then Charlotte’s movements shifted.
She stopped rubbing against him and lifted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied his face, checking if he was truly asleep. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek, and after a moment, she let out a relieved sigh, convinced he was out.
Then, to his shock, she shifted down the bed, crawling until she was positioned over his crotch.
Before he could process what was happening, she grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, revealing his rock-hard erection, standing tall like a flagpole.
Charlotte’s eyes lit up with excitement, a gleeful grin spreading across her face.
"Oh, Mimi." She cooed, her voice soft and affectionate as she wrapped both hands around his length, as if giving it a hug. "I missed you so much, Mimi. It’s been so long since we’ve met like this. I came here to talk to you—but first, let me give you a good kissing since it’s been a while."
Without hesitation, she leaned down, pressing tender, affectionate kisses to the tip of his penis, treating it like an old friend.
To anyone else, this would have been bizarre, waking up to someone talking to their penis as if it were a person would send most people into a panic.
But Mika remained calm, unsurprised.
This also wasn’t new. Charlotte, for all her quirks, had done this before.
In the past, when she was frustrated or had something weighing on her mind, she wouldn’t confide in friends or family. Instead, she’d sneak into his room, pull down his pants, and have one-sided conversations with "Mimi" his penis, as if it were her confidant.
She’d named it after the "Mi" in his name, which he didn’t know what to think
But honestly Mika didn’t mind. As bizarre as it was, it was a surprisingly effective way to learn what was on Charlotte’s mind, her true, unfiltered thoughts.
It was through these bizarre "conversations" that he had learned the most about her: her secret desires to impress him, her possessive love, and her anger at her sister for trying to "steal him away."
And just as Mika had expected, after a few more tender kisses, her lips formes a pout as she let out a soft whine. She leaned closer to his penis, her voice dropping to a whisper as she launched into a long, emotional rant.
"Oh, Mimi..." She began, her tone heavy with frustration. "When Mika came back and said he was going to change, to be like he was before, I was so happy. So excited! I thought about all the amazing things we’d do together, how everything would be perfect again...I was over the moon!"
She frowned, her grip tightening slightly on his shaft.
"But then...everything started to change. It got weird. Especially between Mika and Mama."
Mika’s ears perked up, his curiosity piqued. He kept his eyes half-closed, careful not to betray that he was awake, eager to hear what was on her mind.
Charlotte continued, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Ever since he came back, they’ve been acting so strange. It’s like...Mika’s the one going after Mama, when it’s usually the other way around. Mama’s always been the one pampering him, coddling him, but now she’s got her guard up around him. That’s so unusual for her! I’m so confused, Mimi. I don’t know what’s going on."
She sighed, her fingers absently stroking his penis as she spoke.
"And then...that embarrassing thing happened with Mika. My Venus Complex went out of control, and I...I squirted right in front of Mama!"
Her voice rose with exaggerated outrage, her cheeks flushing.
"Just think about it, Mimi! Who in the world can say they’ve done something so awful? Squirting in front of their own mother! I’m probably the only daughter who’s ever done something like that!" She groaned, burying her face against his thigh for a moment before continuing.
"And it got worse. Then I had to see Mika, of all people, touching Mama’s breasts like that—doing such awkward, strange things. I thought I was dreaming, Mimi! I couldn’t believe it!"
Her voice softened, laced with guilt.
"But then...I found out it was because of me. Because of my squirt, which is apparently some kind of aphrodisiac. It made Mama act that way, and it’s all my fault...I feel so guilty, Mimi. Everything’s gone wrong because of me."
She shook her head, her grip loosening as her voice turned indignant.
"But can you really blame me? I didn’t know this would happen! I was just...acting out of instinct. I had no idea my squirt could do that. Everything’s going all over the place, and I don’t know what to think anymore."
Her expression shifted to a pitiful pout, her eyes glistening as she leaned closer to his penis.
"And the cherry on top? Not only did I let Mama see me squirt—but I saw her squirt too. So much, Mimi! It was like...like she was a fountain or something! She just kept going, over and over, streams of it, like some force inside her broke loose. I never thought Mama could do something like that!"
Mika suppressed a smile, quickly covering his mouth to avoid detection, his heart racing with satisfaction.
Charlotte’s words were exactly what he’d hoped for, proof that his plan was working, that she was grappling with the taboo nature of what had happened.
But Charlotte was about to say next was the icing on the cake and was about to make Mika feel like he was on the moon.
"I-I want to say I’m traumatized, Mimi, but...I can’t." She shook her head, her voice trembling. "For some reason, when I saw Mama like that, so vulnerable, so flushed, her eyes all...lustful, it was enchanting. She’s always so proud, so strong, so tall. To see her like that, it was...beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, her voice dropping to a shy whisper.
"I don’t know why, but...I got turned on by it. Just a little."
Mika’s heart leapt, his excitement barely contained.
This was music to his ears, Charlotte admitting she was drawn to the taboo, leaning into the very dynamic he was trying to foster. It meant she was open to the incestous relationship he was building, the one that would bind her and Yelena to him.
This was exactly why he encouraged these bizarre conversations, he could hear her innermost secrets without ever having to ask or probe.
"But what am I going to do, Mimi?" Charlotte let out a whine, stroking his penis gently as she continued. "Everything’s so messed up, and I don’t know how to fix it!"
She paused, her eyes narrowing as she glared at his shaft, her grip tightening.
"Actually, when I think about it, this is your fault too! It was because of your temptation, Mimi! Mika kept talking about how he was going to take this thick, girly cock of his and push it into my pussy, and I got so excited that I ended up doing all those embarrassing things in front of Mama! That’s what started this whole mess!"
She stroked his shaft more firmly, her voice rising with anger and indignation.
"If you hadn’t tempted me with how thick you are, with this big, bulbous tip..." She ran her fingers over the head of his penis. "...and these massive balls!" She cupped them gently, her eyes wide. "They’re so huge, Mimi, with so much seed inside—you could probably impregnate me in one squirt! This is all your fault!"
Her strokes grew more aggressive, her voice teasing but heated.
"And with all you’ve done, I should punish you. I should strip off my clothes right now, push my pussy onto you, and take my virginity just to teach you a lesson!"
Mika’s eyes widened behind his half-closed lids, his heart racing. He hadn’t expected her to go in this direction, and for a moment, he was alarmed.
But Charlotte quickly calmed herself, her hand slowing as she sighed.
"But...I can’t do that. My first time with Mika shouldn’t be like this, like I’m assaulting him in bed...That’s not romantic at all. It’d make me seem like some kind of pervert."
She chuckled softly, oblivious to the irony of her words given her current actions.
"I won’t do that to Mika. I want it to be special."
Her eyes then suddenly lit up with a mischievous glint, her voice dropping to a playful tone.
"But that doesn’t mean I can’t punish you in my own way, Mimi."
Before Mika could even fathom what that punishment would entail, he saw it. Suddenly, Charlotte stripped off the pajama pants and her underwear she was wearing, revealing her plump ass and juicy pink pussy.
She then, to Mika’s shock, swiftly crouched right on top of his erect penis. Slowly, she maneuvered the lips of her vagina against the massive shaft of his cock before beginning to move, sliding up and down and stroking his penis against her clitoral hood and the opening of her sex.
Charlotte whimpered as the rubbing began—a sound that confused Mika—as this was supposed to be his punishment, not her reward.