CHAPTER 126: IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK HOME

"Ow...Mika, you didn’t have to spank me that hard..."

Yelena pouted, rubbing her sore backside with a dramatic whimper.

"He spanked me too!" Charlotte, cheeks blazing, clutched her ass with both hands and whined. "Mama, he spanked us both! That’s so unfair when I did nothing wrong!"

Hearing this, Mika could tell immediately that neither of them had actually taken his earlier spanking as a warning. Their pouts, their whining, the way they rubbed their sore butts, it was obvious they weren’t chastised, only sulking, ready to start up again the moment his guard slipped.

And he knew he couldn’t let that be so he leaned back a little, letting his eyes roam over the two of them like a wolf considering his prey.

"Unfair? What do you mean unfair?"

His voice came low, steady, almost mocking, while his hands slid down their hips, and before either of them could react—his palms clamped down firmly on both of their asses.

"Kyaa!~ My butt!~"

"Noo, Mika!~ Not there!~"

He squeezed hard, his fingers digging deep into their flesh until both women cried out at the sudden sting. Their soft curves filled his hands completely, overflowing, his grip merciless as he kneaded them.

"Unfair for you?" He growled. "No. If it’s unfair for anyone, it’s me."

His eyes flashed between the two of them, both groaning at the grip but still wriggling in his lap.

"I’m the one who got dragged into this circus. I’m the one who was suffocating under your breasts, smothered until I couldn’t even speak. I’m the one who suffered through it all."

"And you think I didn’t try to tell you to stop?...You only didn’t hear me because you had your tits shoved so far into my mouth I couldn’t breathe."

They blinked, startled, and when his voice dropped even lower, they followed his gaze downward.

"Look...The proof’s right there on your bras."

To their shock, faint wet streaks glistened across their bras, exactly where his mouth had been pressed. Damp patches of saliva marked the places where he had been forced into them.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide as she lifted her arm to look, while Yelena’s lips parted, stunned into silence.

"There..." Mika’s grip tightened on their asses again, making both of them gasp. "Evidence enough that you nearly killed me. And now you’re standing here accusing me of being unfair? You two are the real troublemakers. You’re a pain in my ass, literally."

He gave another punishing squeeze, forcing squeals from both.

"If anything, I should call the police and report you for attempted murder. Who else gets smothered to death by bare breasts? You weren’t even armed with weapons, you tried to kill me with those!"

Yelena’s eyes snapped wide, outrage flashing across her face even as she squirmed under his grip.

"Weapons?! How dare you call them weapons, Mika!" She cried, pouting like a sulky queen. "You don’t get to say something like that to your elder! I’m older than you, I deserve respect!"

She wriggled, wincing as his grip only tightened.

"And, ow!—get your hands off! That hurts! If anyone here should be doing any spanking, it’s me. Me, and only me! No one else has the right to spank another’s ass and—Nooo!!!~"

Her proud words crumbled into a high-pitched moan when Mika gave her cheek another deliberate squeeze, his eyes narrowing.

"Elder? Really, Yelena? You want to play the elder card now?" His voice carried dangerous amusement. "Look at yourself. Acting like a brat, squabbling with Charlotte over me, shoving your tits in my face like a teenager."

"She at least has an excuse, she’s younger. What excuse do you have? You were supposed to be calming her down, yet you dragged her deeper into it. You insulted her, egged her on, pushed this whole fight even crazier. And you want respect?"

"...You should be ashamed of yourself."

SMACK!

His palm cracked against her ass, sending a ripple through the soft flesh. Yelena let out a sharp, trembling whimper, her pride burning under his words as much as her butt burned under his slap.

"The only thing you’ve got to show for your age is this fat ass of yours." Mika pressed on ruthlessly, groping again, making her body jiggle helplessly. "Soft, heavy, ripened over time. Other than that, you don’t act like someone older at all."

"...You’re careless, prideful, and you bicker like a child. What a disappointment of a batte angel."

His gaze bore into her, making her shrink for the first time. Yelena, usually so imperious and unshakable, could do nothing but squirm and bite her lip.

Finally, she broke, her voice shaking as she whimpered against his shoulder.

"S-Sorry, Mika...I didn’t mean it...It’s just, Charlotte was doing so much, pushing herself at you, and I couldn’t help but fight back. I didn’t want to lose. That’s all." Her breath panted against him, every word tinged with embarrassment at her own admission.

Hearing her mother concede, Charlotte’s head popped up immediately, seizing her chance.

"Exactly, Mama! That’s what I was saying, you’re not acting like the elder at all! You’re supposed to be the wise mother here, but you were fighting me like a rival!"

She looked to Mika with pleading eyes, certain he’d take her side.

But instead, his hand lashed out to grip her ass just as harshly, making her squeal.

SMACK!

"Ahhhh!~"

His fingers then dug deep into her firm flesh, pulling a yelp out of her throat.

"And you..." He said darkly, his eyes pinning her down. "Why are you whining? Why are you playing the victim? You’re no better." He tightened his grip until she squirmed, her thighs trembling against his lap.

"M-Mika, why are you groping me too?! That hurts!" She cried.

"It should hurt." He answered flatly, his tone edged with command. "It’s your punishment. You’re the one who snuck into my room, waiting all night when you knew damn well you weren’t supposed to. You’re the one who shouted at Yelena, accused her of seducing me, of stealing me from you."

"...And you said those words to her, your own mother of all people. How could you even say that?"

SMACK!

"Nyaaa!~"

His hand cracked against her ass, sharp and stinging, making Charlotte yelp louder than before.

Flustered, she twisted in his grip, biting her lip as her pride melted. "S-Sorry, Mika! I...I was waiting in your room for so long, and you never came back. I got frustrated. And then when I saw you with Mama, I didn’t know what to do, so I just shouted."

"...I didn’t mean it like that. I won’t do it again, I promise!" Her voice broke into a soft, trembling plea, her body shivering under his dominant hold.

Hearing this, Mika’s grip softened slightly, his palm now caressing the sting he had just delivered. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Fine. Then tell me, what exactly were you doing in my room last night? Did you have anything planned, some little trick up your sleeve like usual?"

"No, Mika. Nothing like that." Charlotte shook her head quickly, glancing up at him with wide, desperate eyes. "I just...I wanted to talk. To play with you like we used to, late into the night, I even set up board games in your room. That’s all. I waited, but you never came. I just...I felt lonely."

Her voice faltered at the end, the heat of her earlier bravado fading into something vulnerable.

Hearing Charlotte’s trembling words, Mika’s chest tightened with guilt. He remembered so vividly the past nights they used to share, those mischievous hours when the world was quiet, when everyone else was asleep and it was just the two of them sneaking around, whispering in the dark, laughing, playing silly games, talking until dawn.

Back then, it had been natural, effortless, their own secret little world. And now, hearing her admit that she had sat alone in his bed waiting for him, feeling lonely the entire time, made him ache inside.

So, before she could flinch away, he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to her forehead to Charlotte’s surprise.

"Kiss!♡~"

The warmth lingered there, tender and protective, and Charlotte’s sad expression crumbled instantly into surprise, her eyes shining wide. When Mika pulled back with a soft smile, his hand cupping her cheek, his voice came low and careful.

"Sorry, Charlotte. I know you loved playing those little games with me late at night. I can imagine how eagerly you waited for me, only for me not to come back. I’m sorry I didn’t show up. I didn’t mean to make you feel alone."

The contrast floored her.

Moments ago he had been scolding, strict, overpowering, and now, instead of gloating or rubbing her nose in her mistakes, he was apologizing to her, even when she had been the one sneaking, the one shouting, the one picking a fight.

The sharp edges of her frustration melted in an instant, replaced with the swelling warmth of why she adored him so fiercely in the first place.

Her body trembled, and then she let out a squeal that was equal parts giddy and overwhelmed.

"Mika, I love you so much! You’re so caring, so tender, I love you so much!" She threw herself forward, stumbling into his arms, clinging to him tightly with her cheek pressed against his chest.

Her voice shook with pure devotion as she added,

"I like your bad boy side too...you look so cool when you’re dominant. But this..." She nuzzled into him with a blissful sigh. "...this caring side, I love it even more."

Yelena, watching this, felt something heavy shift in her chest. The sight of Charlotte being embraced, comforted, kissed, it stirred a gnawing ache she couldn’t ignore. She leaned forward, her eyes softening, her pride dimming into something fragile.

"Me too...me too..." She leaned in closer, her voice trembling with something that was not her usual confident drawl. "I was lonely too, Mika. You don’t know how jealous I was."

"Charlotte got to have you all the time in the academy, always playing with you, always close, and I was left alone. And I was angry because of that. So I acted immature, trying to grab attention. I...I’m sorry for that."

Mika turned his gaze to her, his lips curving into a small, forgiving smile. "It’s alright. It’s the usual thing, isn’t it? I’ve already gotten used to your antics."

Saying that he thought the matter closed, his words meant to reassure, but then he noticed the way Yelena lingered, staring at him, her lips parted like she wanted to say more.

"What is it?" He asked, tilting his head.

Her eyes flickered with embarrassment before she raised a trembling finger and touched her own cheek. Her voice came out in a pitiful tone, far different from her usual proud, commanding one.

"A kiss..." She whispered. "I-I want a kiss too. You kissed Charlotte, but not me. I don’t want to be left out."

For a moment, Mika was taken aback. Yelena, so prideful, so strong, so stubborn, was actually begging, her voice sweet and needy, her gaze soft and pleading.

It was rare, and it was so disarmingly cute that his heart warmed. He couldn’t resist. Smiling, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to her cheek.

"Kiss!♡~"

"There. How’s that? Was that enough?" He asked softly.

Yelena’s entire face lit up. She immediately pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, rubbing her cheek against his chest with a low, affectionate hum.

"Oh, Mika...I love you so much! My dear boy Mika, my baby boy! I don’t know what I’d do without you!" Her words spilled out with raw honesty, her usual pride replaced with unguarded adoration.

And just like that, both of them clung to him, snuggling into his body from both sides, whispering their love into his ears.

Charlotte murmured how much she adored his caring side, Yelena whispered how deeply she cherished him, their voices overlapping into a warm chorus of devotion.

It struck him then, the irony that both these women were considered living catastrophes, beings so powerful they could level cities if they wished.

Yet here they were, two goddesses of destruction, whimpering, purring, melting into his arms like kittens.

Against him, they were small. Against him, they were soft. Against him, they were his to control, to comfort, to punish, to love.

A sly smile tugged at his lips as he leaned his head back, listening to their breaths steady into soft sighs.

His night had been interrupted in the strangest way, yet somehow, with both of them snuggled into him whispering how much they loved him, Mika felt only satisfaction.

His hands squeezed both asses lightly at the same time, holding them close, and the thought warmed him more than anything: it was nice to be back home, back to his family where he was treated like a king sitting on top of the world.