Chapter 211: I Deserve To Die!
It had been over an hour since Mika had started his ferocious kissing and groping.
Yelena was completely drawn into the sensation; one of her breasts was pulled out of her dress, her hair was a mess, and her body was trembling.
Mika could also feel her wetness seeping through into his pants and against his crotch, a delightfully potent sign that even he felt he might come on the spot.
But even though he wanted to prolong the ecstasy, he knew he couldn’t.
Yelena seemed close to fainting from exhaustion; her eyes were hazy.
Charlotte, meanwhile, had gotten bored and was scrolling through her phone while still holding her mother’s hand.
Seeing this, Mika knew he needed to stop and proceed with his plan, to make it seem as if he was reluctantly agreeing to stop for their sake, positioning himself as the victim even though he was the schemer.
So, he initiated his next step.
Just as Yelena was absolutely lost in the kiss, marveling at how his tongue moved, completely hazy and near collapse—Mika suddenly began to make grunting noises, as if struggling internally.
He then stopped kissing her, pulling his tongue out of her mouth as he violently pulled back.
Yelena was shocked. This was the first time in over an hour that he had stopped. She immediately called out, her voice still strained,
"A-Are you alright, Mika? Are you finally back?"
This grabbed Charlotte’s attention as well, as she complained saying, "It took you long enough, Mika! I swear a few minutes longer and I would’ve finished this movie I’m watching!"
But Mika didn’t respond and to their shock, he sat up on the bed, holding his head as if still fighting an unseen internal battle.
Yelena, wiping the dripping saliva from her mouth, and, embarrassing as it was, swallowing the rest of Mika’s fluids, looked at Charlotte in concern.
"What’s going on, Charlotte? Why is he looking like that?"
Charlotte’s gaze was focused on Mika.
"Don’t worry, Mama." She said reassuringly. "Mika’s just coming back right now. The urges inside him are weakening, and he’s simply fighting back. Sooner or later, Mika will come back to us."
Yelena nodded her head, before both women looked at him with hopeful anticipation. But then Charlotte then realized something.
"Mama, you really don’t have to speak with your swords right now! Your mouth is finally free, and you can speak with your mouth!"
"Oh, right! I totally forgot!" Yelena said, speaking directly with her mouth now. "I’ve been speaking with the sword for a while now. I got too used to it!"
She chuckled nervously, quickly pulling up her dress, pushing her breast back inside her bra, and fixing her hair. She didn’t want Mika to see her all messed up when he finally came to his senses.
They both then stared at him closely, ready to help.
And finally, Mika too became silent. All the grunting stopped. He looked like the battle was over.
Immediately, Yelena crawled closer, her voice soft but urgent. "Mika, are you alright? You don’t feel that sensation anymore, do you? The agitation, it’s gone, right?"
Charlotte joined in, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Mika, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! I know it was awful for you, but it’s my fault it ended up like this. Please don’t hate me! It was a mistake, I won’t do it again, I swear!"
Her eyes welled with tears, but honestly the kissing had been going on for so long that she didn’t even feel that guilty and awkward anymore. But still she acted that way for the sake of the situation.
Mika remained silent, his eyes still closed, his face contorted as if battling a headache.
But then, slowly, he opened his eyes and Yelena and Charlotte gasped, their faces lighting up.
The lustful, animalistic glow in his eyes was gone, replaced by the familiar, gentle gaze of the Mika they knew.
He also looked confused, disoriented, as if piecing together the events and in response, they opened their mouths to soothe him—expecting him to be frightened, angry, or devastated by what he’d done, kissing his mother, groping her, pressing his cock against her for over an hour.
But the reaction Mika gave was far more extreme than they could have imagined.
The moment he looked at Yelena, a look of utter horror and shock appeared on his face as he realized what he had done to his own mother.
Before anyone could say anything, he suddenly snatched one of the swords floating above him.
And then to both women’s horror and surprise—he swung the blade towards his neck at full speed, clearly intending to amend his sins with death itself.
"No!" Yelena screamed, her reflexes kicking in as she grabbed the sword’s blade just before it sliced into his skin.
Her hands didn’t bleed since it was her sword and she held firm, feeling Mika’s strength pushing against her. But unfortunately even though she didn’t bleed, a thin line of blood trickled from Mika’s neck, and her heart stopped.
"Stop it, Mika! What the hell are you doing?!" She shouted, her voice cracking with panic. "You’re hurting yourself!" She gripped the hilt, wrestling it from him. "Please, Mika, stop! Whatever it is, we can talk it out! Don’t do this!"
Charlotte’s eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening as she joined in. "Mika, please, stop! You can’t do this!" Her voice was frantic, her hands trembling as she clung to Yelena’s arm.
Mika, however, began his dramatic performance, speaking with an exaggerated, tragic flair as if he were a tragic hero in a play.
"Y-You two...Just let me die! Let me die, you two! I can’t believe what I did! I kissed my own mother!"
His voice broke, his hand clutching his head.
"And not just that, I did horrible things to her! Groped her, pressed myself against her! I deserve to die for this! I don’t deserve to live!"
His words were exaggerated, his anguish an act, but the raw emotion in his voice was convincing.
Yelena and Charlotte, too caught up in their guilt and love for him, didn’t see through the performance.
"No, Mika, stop it! Please, don’t!" Yelena’s eyes filled with tears, her voice desperate. "What you did was wrong, but it’s not worth your life! You were under a spell, it wasn’t you!"
Her hands shook as she held the sword, her heart breaking at the sight of his blood. She’d expected an argument, maybe anger—but not this, not Mika trying to end his life.
Extreme also guilt washed over her. She had been the one enjoying the entire thing, thoroughly indulging herself in the kiss—yet here he was suffering so much because of his mistake. She realized how wrong her feelings were.
She then grabbed the sword even harder, trying to push it away while saying, "Please, I beg you, Mika, I beg you! Don’t do anything you’ll regret! We can talk this together! Just talk with us, and don’t do anything hasty!"
"Please, Mika, please! Follow what Mama said!" Charlotte frantically nodded, not expecting things to hit the roof like this before going on to say, "T-This is all a mistake, a big mistake! I don’t know what I would do if you do something like this!"
Her voice cracked. But still she saw the stubborn resolve in his eyes, the way he gripped the sword and she knew that such words won’t work out for him.
So, out of desperation, she resorted to emotional blackmail.
"Mika, let me just tell you, this is my fault! I cast the spell! So, if you take your life because of me, I swear I’ll do the same! I’ll grab a sword and join you in heaven, you know I keep my promises!"
Yelena seized the moment, her voice trembling as she joined in.
"Me too, Mika! I’m responsible too, in some way. If both my children are gone, I have no place in this world without you. I’ll follow both of you as well!"
Her tears fell, her grip on the sword tightening and the moment she finished—Mika immediately stopped pushing the sword into his neck and slowly turned his attention to Charlotte, who was nodding frantically.
"Really, Mika, really!" She emphasized when she saw his gaze to make he understood she wasn’t lying. "I’ll go just like you and push a sword through my neck as well so that both of us can meet in heaven!"
Hearing this, Mika, despite his highly dramatic acting,was caught completely off guard by their even more dramatic response.
He knew they weren’t joking. Even if his suicide was an act—he knew they would genuinely feel guilty and might actually follow through.
This both frightened him and warmed his heart, seeing how much they loved him. But their willingness to give up their lives still terrified him even more, so he immediately calmed down and let go of the sword.
The moment he did, Yelena instantly threw the sword back into the portal, scared he might grab it again. She then looked at him with a pitiful gaze like she was asking how it all ended up like this.
But even though Mika had relented and dropped the sword, he knew he couldn’t simply accept their quick forgiveness. He had to resistance to cement his role as the deeply suffering victim.
So, to do so, he looked at them, his face tragically drawn, like a man who had narrowly escaped the gallows.
"B-But you two..." He choked out, his voice thick with performative grief. "I deserve death after what I’ve done! I most definitely deserve it!"
He dramatically narrated his sudden return to self.
"One moment I was sleeping, and the next, I suddenly regained the memories of what I had done just a moment ago! Even though I wasn’t of sound mind in that moment, and even though I wasn’t myself...the fact that I actually did that to my own mother..."
He looked directly at Yelena, his eyes welling up with tears.
"The same woman who raised me my whole life! The same woman who cherished me and treated me like a dear son!" He shook his head violently. "I can’t handle the fact that I did something like that! I want to die!"
His eyes flashed with feigned determination, and he looked poised to rush off to the kitchen to find a knife.
Both women reacted immediately, shouting in unison and grabbing both of his arms.
"Stop it! Stop it right now! It’s not a joke, Mika!" Charlotte yelled, desperation in her voice. "Stop being so stupid! You’re always so smart, Mika, but right now you’re being an idiot! You’re only thinking about yourself and not us! You’re being so selfish right now!"
Yelena held onto him just as tightly.
"Yes, Mika! The ones who will probably hurt the most are us if you go away! You’ll go away so easily, but you’ll leave us in the mud! That’s something that you absolutely cannot do!"
Mika, acting as if their words were piercing his soul, let out a heart-wrenching sob, mingling his own genuine tears of relief with his dramatic ones.
"But Yelena, what I did...what I did..."
But Yelena didn’t even allow him to speak as she quickly moved closer to his face and smiled, a beautiful, tender expression on her features.
"What you did is nothing wrong, Mika. You weren’t yourself. You were simply acting out of certain desires that were put inside of you, and there’s nothing you could do about that." She spoke with a gentle, soothing tone before going on to say, "I know you’re thinking about me right now and what I feel, and I tell you—just believe me when I say that I don’t mind anything at all."
A deep blush rose on her neck and cheeks as she added,
"Even though it was quite awkward and strange." She paused, her voice softening. "A happened can be ignored, and I don’t really care about it at all." She focused on her primary concern. "I only care about my baby boy and what happens to him."
"I would rather just have you here and stay with you, knowing what happened, than have you do something so unnecessary. That would hurt me much, much more."
Hearing this, more dramatic, sorrowful tears came from his face.
"Ylena!"
He sobbed, his voice cracking with feigned emotion. He then immediately lunged forward and hugged her tightly, burying his face deep into her breasts and starting to cry as if he had just survived a massive, life-altering incident.
Both women also played their parts perfectly.
Yelena held onto him tightly, rubbing his back with maternal comfort, and Charlotte squeezed in from the side, hugging him fiercely. They took care of him as if he were the true victim of a terrible curse.
But unknown to them, Mika was currently smothering himself in Yelena’s cleavage, pushing his face deep inside, practically begging in her scent.
He was absolutely delighted that they had completely fallen for his lie and was quite happy that he was now so close to finally finishing everything up and ensuring that for the next week or two—he could do whatever he wanted without any blame at all.