Chapter 207: Euphoria
Yelena’s arms tightened around Mika’s waist, her body pressed flush against his as she sank deeper into the kiss.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
What began as a forced, spell-driven act had transformed into something she eagerly embraced.
Her tongue, slow at first, now moved with growing confidence, learning the movement of his lips, the way his tongue curled and teased. She savored the taste of him, the heat of his mouth, and the way his saliva mingled with hers.
This was supposed to be a violation, a moment where she was the victim of Charlotte’s reckless blessing—but Yelena was using it to her advantage, drinking in every second of her first kiss.
She felt alive, desired, and, for the first time, truly wanted by the man she’d been fighting her feelings for.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
The taboo of it all faded as she lost herself in the sensation, her lips moving hungrily against his, her body hot and aching with a need she couldn’t suppress.
She found it so exhilarating and lovely that she completely forgot her daughter was calling out to her.
It wasn’t until Charlotte shouted: "Mama, can you hear me?!" that Yelena’s attention snapped back.
Her swords vibrated, her voice slightly breathless as she responded, still kissing Mika.
"Yes, dear, yes! What do you want? What are you trying to say?"
Charlotte shook her head in disbelief, her hands flailing in exasperation.
"What do I mean?! I’ve been calling you for ages, Mama! You haven’t been responding at all!" She gestured wildly at the scene, her voice rising. "And what’s that all about? You’re just...keeping on kissing him like it’s nothing, while ignoring your poor daughter!"
"Don’t misunderstand, Charlotte!"
Yelena’s swords hummed, her tone defensive as she shook her head, Mika’s lips still moving against hers.
"It’s not like I’m engulfed by the kiss or anything! It’s just...it’s too much—too intense! I’ve never been kissed like this on the lips before, and my mind’s all over the place! I don’t know what to do!"
Her voice wavered, betraying the pleasure she was trying to downplay and hearing this, Charlotte froze, her eyes widening as the words sank in.
"Hold on...you’re saying the first person you’ve ever kissed on the lips is Mika? Your actual son?!"
"Yes, it is, Charlotte!" Yelena’s swords vibrated with a sharp, warning clang. "And if you utter another word about that, I’ll make sure that one of my swords over there gives you a butt spanking!"
Charlotte immediately recoiled. "Sorry! Sorry, Mama, I won’t bring that up again!"
She then quickly switched topics. "And what I was trying to say before is that this is simply temporary—and the effects will go off soon, so you don’t need to worry. Eventually, the Love-Binding Spell will disappear."
Yelena was shocked. She hadn’t expected the effect to be temporary.
"Are you serious, Charlotte?" The sword-voice was shaky. "Are you telling me that Mika really will not last like this for too long?"
Charlotte nodded happily.
"Yes, Mama, it’s really good news! If I had been older, and if my blessing had reached its full potential—then I would have definitely been able to make Mika fall in love with you for the rest of his lifetime! That would have been a nightmare."
She let out a sigh of relief.
"But I’m still young, and my blessing hasn’t fully matured yet. For now, the spell is only temporary, and eventually, it will be gone."
Even though this was objectively good news—Yelena couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment.
Just moments ago, she’d been thrilled at the idea of Mika loving her, even if it was spell-induced. The thought of him kissing her as a lover—not a son, had ignited a joy she couldn’t suppress.
Now, knowing it would end, she felt a pang of loss.
But she shook her head, forcing herself back into her role as a mother.
Her swords vibrated, her voice steady. "That’s good, Charlotte. That’s really good news." She paused, then asked. "How long does this last for?"
Charlotte thought for a moment.
"I don’t really know. But I think it should last for around two weeks or something."
Yelena responded with incredulous alarm. "Two weeks?! I thought you would say two minutes or hours or something!"
Charlotte shook her head. "Oh, Mama, it’s probably at least around two weeks." She smiled mischievously. "But it’s better than him staying like this forever, right?"
Yelena became thoughtful.
One side of her was happy that for two weeks, Mika would be in love with her, treating her like his woman and cherishing her.
But the other side was terrified.
She was already struggling to suppress her feelings for him and if Mika actively pursued her now, she didn’t know if she could resist his charm.
The situation was perilous, but nothing was set in stone. She needed to talk to him, to understand his side once he was himself again.
"We’ll talk about the details later with Mika." Her swords vibrated again, her voice firm. "He’ll know what to do—maybe he can even break the spell himself. That’d be best for all of us. We’ll discuss it when he’s back to normal. But for now..."
She hesitated, her cheeks flushing as Mika’s tongue swirled deeper, drawing a soft moan she couldn’t suppress.
"Do you know how just how long he’s going to keep on kissing me? He’s been at it for a while and doesn’t seem like he’s stopping anytime soon."
"A-And it’s...embarrassing to say this to you, Charlotte, but actually...I’ve swallowed so much of his spit...a-and he’s taken so much of mine—I probably know the taste of his mouth as well as he does, so it would be better if this stops before there’s no fluid in my body."
Charlotte’s face turned beet red, her hands waving frantically.
"Mama, you really don’t have to overshare! I don’t need to know that! I’m already so frustrated seeing Mika kiss you like this, it’s awkward and weird enough! I don’t need those details!"
"Hey! I also can’t help it!" Yelena’s voice, full of panic and lust, explained her outburst. "I need some place to vent right now! I myself am getting overwhelmed by emotions, and I just blurted it out because I couldn’t handle the information on my own!"
"You can’t blame me! I’m not the one who’s just standing there; I’m caught up in the situation and I’m the one being kissed in front of everyone!"
Despite the complaint, she was secretly thrilled that she had a reason to talk about the kiss, even if it was under duress.
And hearing her mother’s situation, Charlotte’s expression softened, guilt creeping into her voice.
"I’m sorry, Mama...I know you’re going through a lot, and here I am complaining. I didn’t mean to make it harder." She managed a small, wry smile. "We’re both dealing with a lot right now, aren’t we? So many thoughts in our heads."
She then glanced at Mika, then back at Yelena.
"But what about him? Is Mika conscious right now? Does he know what he’s doing, or is his body just...moving on its own?"
Yelena stared at Mika’s closed eyes, her own gaze troubled. Her voice was soft, but the tension in her tone was undeniable.
"I...I honestly have no idea what he’s feeling right now." She admitted, fingers twitching at her side. "I wish I did. It would make everything easier, especially the awkward conversation we’ll have to have later. About what just happened...about how to even begin to deal with it."
She let out a shallow breath, her voice almost cracking.
"If I at least knew what was going on in his head, I wouldn’t feel so scared. But right now..." She paused, glancing at Charlotte. "I really am scared of how’s he’s going to react."
"Me too, Mama...me too." Charlotte quickly nodded in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. "We have no idea how Mika is going to react to this. What if he’s...horrified? What if he regrets everything and blames us?"
They both turned to look at Mika with worry etched into their faces—expecting shame, fury, or at the very least deep confusion.
After all, he had just kissed his own mother. Even if it was under the influence of something, or someone, that didn’t make the act any less...scandalous.
But Mika?
Mika was in paradise.
Behind those shut lids and that unmoving face, a full-blown festival of euphoria was going on inside his heart. Mika was practically dancing in joy.
’Kissing Yelena...kissing Yelena like this, it’s better than anything I ever imagined.’ His thoughts surged with glee. ’Her lips are so soft...so warm...her breath is sweet, and the taste of her spit...damn, it’s intoxicating.’
The sensations overwhelmed him, especially the fact that Yelena, whether consciously or not, was actually responding.
He could feel her tongue pressing back, timidly at first, then more instinctively, moving in tandem with his own, as if it were trying to catch up with his. He was completely, utterly lost in the moment.
’She’s kissing me back.’ He thought with an elated thrill. ’She’s actually responding. This...this is amazing.’
And the best part?
This wasn’t even the climax of his plan.
No, this was just the setup.
The kiss, this shameless, passionate kiss, was merely step one in a much larger web he was weaving.
His true objective was far more cunning.
He didn’t just want to kiss Yelena.
He wanted to own her. To completely seduce her and make her his, while at the same time convincing both Yelena and Charlotte that he was utterly blameless in all of it.
And the key to this deception?
Charlotte’s power.
He was deliberately using her ability, the supposed "love-binding spell" she had mentioned before to him as the perfect scapegoat. He’d craft the illusion that her magic had triggered this overwhelming passion in him, and he had no control over his emotions.
And with that he had no responsibility at all. He was just a victim of a magical accident.
Charlotte would be horrified at the idea, guilt-stricken beyond words. And when she saw Yeena also caught up in the situation and doing something so wrong, her guilt would only deepen.
She would believe it was all her fault, that she’d made him fall in love with her mother.
And Yelena?
She would believe it too. She had to. After all, her son had never acted like this before, so suddenly, so fervently, so...unashamedly like a animal.
The only explanation that made sense, the only one she could accept without breaking, was that a spell had influenced his mind.
Mika’s expression in the real world remained passive, lips still moving slowly with Yelena’s, but inside his mind?
He was grinning.
’Once they believe that...I’ll have two weeks, maybe even less, to finish what I started. I’ll flirt with Yelena. Woo her. Make her want me in return. Not just tolerate it...but crave it.’
’And once she does, once she’s mine, I’ll make Charlotte accept it too. I’ll drag her in, guilt and all, until she joins us as well.’
That was the plan. And it was already well underway.
But he wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d won just yet...This was just the beginning.
He still had to act. Still had to perform the role of the ’reluctant victim’ when the kiss inevitably broke.
He’d have to look confused. Embarrassed. Horrified. Maybe even whisper Charlotte’s name like he was blaming the magic.
He’d make sure they comforted him. Forgave him.
He needed their hearts in his hand before he could fully claim them.
But for now...
He simply let himself sink into the softness of Yelena’s lips, relishing the way her breath hitched, the small tremors of nervous reaction that told him she wasn’t pushing him away.
If anything, her body was leaning closer.
And that made him want to moan in satisfaction.
The path ahead wasn’t going to be easy.
But oh, it was going to be delicious.