Chapter 505: I Hope They Never Change
Not knowing that somewhere in another dimension, an abysmal creature was currently getting beaten up by a very frustrated woman all because of him—
—Mika continued to nuzzle his face contentedly between both pairs of breasts, making mental comparisons.
Fauna’s were actually bigger. Despite her shorter stature, she was packing quite a punch in the chest department.
They were also softer like rubbing his face in warm pudding, the kind that made you want to just sink in and never come out.
Fauna felt his face against her skin and blushed, holding him tighter because he looked so adorable right now. Like a kitten kneading a blanket.
Nadia’s were slightly smaller, but they had a nice firmness to them. Bouncy, too.
Whenever he pushed his face in, they would push him back out. He could basically play a game of tug-of-war—push in, get pushed out, push in, get pushed out. It was delightful.
Both women, despite being fully aware of what he was doing, couldn’t bring themselves to push him away.
He looked too cute. Like a baby seeking comfort.
But Mika was not content with merely nuzzling.
He grew bolder.
While rubbing his face between them, he began to sneakily bite the tips of their breasts—right where the nipples were, through their clothes and suck on those spots.
Fauna felt it first. Her breath hitched.
But she didn’t show it on her face. She just looked away, pretending to be interested in a particularly interesting cloud, while Mika gently bit down on her nipple with his teeth.
He knew exactly where they were. He had played with them enough.
Then he moved to Nadia and did the same.
Nadia jolted. Unlike Fauna, who was used to this kind of treatment, this was completely new to her.
A small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Hearing this, Fauna’s head turned and Nadia’s composure snapped back into place instantly, a lifetime of emotional suppression serving her well.
Her face was calm, her expression neutral, as if nothing had happened.
’Nothing to see here. Everything is normal. I am not being sexually harassed by my own son right now.’
Fauna, none the wiser, turned back to the cloud.
Nadia’s heart was pounding. Her breasts were tingling.
An electric sensation was spreading through her chest, radiating outward from where his mouth was latched onto her clothes—through her bra, through her dress, and still it felt so good.
And despite how wrong it was—despite every moral fiber in her body screaming that this was taboo, that mothers and sons didn’t do this—she couldn’t help but imagine.
What would it feel like if there was no fabric? No bra, no dress, nothing between his lips and her bare skin?
If he could just...suck on her directly? How would his tongue feel on her nipples? On her areolas?
On the sensitive peaks that she had never allowed anyone to touch?
The moment the thought surfaced, she shook her head violently.
’Stop it, Nadia. These are horrible thoughts. Dirty thoughts. You are his mother.’
But her body was succumbing. Slowly, inexorably, under Mika’s relentless assault. And she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying it.
Mika, meanwhile, was having the time of his life.
Both sisters were so naive—neither suspecting the other of what they were going through because the idea was simply too absurd.
Would Fauna ever imagine that Mika was also biting Nadia’s breasts?
Would Nadia ever suspect that Fauna was letting him do the same to her?
Of course not. It made no sense.
His hands then slid down their backs, reaching their asses. He groped them both, squeezing the plush flesh.
Both sisters blushed and looked away from each other, afraid of being caught, neither knowing the other was also being fondled.
He was just wondering if he could somehow trick them into a hospital room and have his way with them when—
FWOOOOSH!
A sharp noise, like a jet slicing through the air, echoed across the hospital grounds.
All three of them looked up, their heads turning in unison toward the source.
Fauna’s eyes lit up. "Oh! It’s Yelena! She’s finally here."
In the distant sky, a figure approached at high speed.
A woman with beautiful long red hair streaming behind her like a banner of flame, powerful green eyes that seemed to glow with their own light, and a majestic pose that screamed I am the main character and everyone should be looking at me right now.
Fauna rolled her eyes. "She’s showing off. Even now."
Mika chuckled. That was Yelena—the one with the most pride, who loved showing off her appearance to anyone who would look.
She knew people were watching, taking pictures, recording videos. She was going to give them a show.
Yelena landed gracefully on a patch of grass that had somehow remained intact despite the chaos.
She walked toward them with her head held high, her stride confident, her expression carefully aloof.
She was honestly excited to see her sisters, even the one she always fought with.
But she couldn’t let that excitement show. Fauna would never let her live it down.
"Sorry I’m late." She said, waving a dismissive hand. "Got held up with the bomb squad."
"I completely forgot to tell Charlotte what was going on, so when she saw a bunch of armed people swarming the property, she freaked out and stunned every single one of them. Sent them all into a nightmare realm."
She shuddered. "Some of them were just sitting there in a daze, drooling. I had to personally wake them up. It was a whole thing."
She was about to continue when she stopped mid-stride.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her nostrils flared.
Her entire body went rigid.
She looked around like a deer sensing a predator in the tall grass—panicked, desperate, ready to bolt.
"B-Big sis." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "Is that you? Are you here?"
She forced a smile onto her face—a terrible, terrified smile.
"You could have told me you were coming! I would have bought you gifts! All the stuff you like!"
"And a whole lot of desserts! I freshly made them! With my own hands! They’re really good!"
Her voice cracked.
Realising that Yelena had sensed their big sister’s aura and thought that she was here, Fauna’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
She pointed behind Yelena with a theatrical flourish.
"Behind you, Yelena! How could you just ignore her like that and walk right past her?"
Yelena spun around so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.
"Big Sis! I didn’t mean to ignore you—I would never—I was just distracted—please don’t be angry—"
She braced herself for a scolding. Or a whack on the head. Or maybe being forced to do something humiliating, like in the old days.
But nothing came.
She looked up.
No one was there.
She looked left. Right. Behind her again. Nothing.
Instead, she could hear Fauna giggling uncontrollably, her hand clamped over her mouth.
Yelena’s face went through several stages: confusion, realization, betrayal, and finally, pure, incandescent rage.
"FAUNA!"
She took off after her, her red hair streaming behind her like a battle flag.
"I JUST GOT HERE! I HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES, AND YOU’RE ALREADY PULLING THIS NONSENSE!"
Fauna peeked out from behind the Mika, her expression the picture of innocence.
"I was just joking, Yelena! It was just a joke! There’s no need to take it so seriously!"
"How is bringing up Big Sister a joke?!" Yelena lunged for her. "You know how terrified I am of her! You know how many horrible memories I have!"
"You know how many times she made me—"
She stopped herself, her face reddening.
"Just get over here, you little menace!"
Fauna ran, her wings fluttering as she weaved between trees.
"Yelena, how could you? How could you call your dear little sister such derogatory terms? Do you not feel any pity at all?"
She made her eyes big. Made her lip tremble. Made herself look like the most adorable, innocent, wounded creature in the entire world.
Anyone else would have fallen for it. The cuteness was overwhelming, a weapon of mass destruction that had felled countless adversaries.
But Yelena was not moved.
"Don’t you dare put that bullshit act in front of me, you little furball!" She snarled, gaining ground. "The rest of the world may fall for your dumb act, but I’ve known you since we were children! I’ve seen you use that technique over and over!"
"It will never work on me!"
"No, Yelena, don’t—"
Yelena tackled her.
They went down in a tangle of limbs and feathers, rolling across the grass like two children fighting over the last cookie.
Fauna struggled to get free, but Yelena had her pinned.
"Short stack!" Yelena shouted.
"Big-booty monster!" Fauna countered.
"Cotton ball!"
"Angry tomato!"
"At least I can reach the kitchen cupboard without a stool!"
"At least I don’t look like I’m about to burst into flames every time I get mildly annoyed!"
"AT LEAST—"
Nadia watched the chaos unfold, her hand pressed to her forehead.
"They’re already adults with children who are also adults. And they’re still playing around like this, fighting all the time."
"Sigh...They really will never grow up, will they?
Mika, who had been enjoying the show immensely, chuckled. "Isn’t that a good thing?"
Nadia blinked.
He gestured at the tumbling sisters.
"After everything they went through in the war, everything they saw, everything they lost—they could have become cold. Bitter. Broken."
He smiled. "But look at them. They’re still the same as they were when they were children."
"That’s not something to be disappointed about. That’s something to be grateful for."
A small smile crept across Nadia’s lips.
He was right.
She watched her sisters wrestle in the grass, calling each other names that would have made their mother wash their mouths out with soap, and felt a warmth spread through her chest.
They were still here. Still together. Still family.