CHAPTER 127: SUCH A GOOD GIRL

Mika had been sneaking little glances, tugging back the hems of their underwear with mischievous curiosity, trying to peer deeper between their cheeks to see if he could see their assholes when Charlotte suddenly pulled back and caught him.

Her brows knit together, her lips pursed in suspicion as she stared at him.

"Mika...what exactly are you doing with Mama?"

She asked, her tone sharp but confused. Her eyes then darted to Yelena sitting on his lap, bare skin against him, and she tilted her head incredulously.

"And Mama, why are you even naked and sitting there right now? I still don’t understand this at all and what exactly is going on."

"...Anyone care to explain since I’m really confused?"

Yelena’s face turned bright with embarrassment. She immediately looked away, guilt written all over her usually proud features, lips pressing tight as though she couldn’t muster an explanation.

Mika, however, simply exhaled a low chuckle and pulled out the artifact he had kept hidden.

"Nothing really." He said smoothly, holding it up. "I was helping her with this belly chain. She wanted me to put it on her, and since she didn’t want anything in the way, she...well, she removed her clothes."

Charlotte’s confusion melted in an instant as her eyes landed on the artifact. Her face lit up, her gaze drinking in every shimmering curve of the belly chain.

"Oh! So pretty! So very, very pretty!"

She gasped, her hands rising as if afraid to touch it, before she carefully took it between her fingers, her eyes sparkling. She turned it slowly, inspecting every detail with rapt attention, her whole demeanor completely enraptured.

"Mika, it’s beautiful...where did you even get this?"

"I picked it up in a rune." Mika gave a small shrug. "It’s not of much use to me. A low-level artifact. So I thought I’d give it to Yelena."

"Wait...wait, what?!" Charlotte’s jaw dropped, her bright eyes going wide. "Give it to Mama?"

Her lips trembled as she looked back and forth between them.

"But...But can you not give it to me instead? I love it too! I really, really want it!"

Before Mika could even respond, Yelena’s hands snapped forward, clutching the chain tight against her bare stomach. Her expression turned sharp, almost fierce, as she shook her head.

"No, Charlotte. This is mine! You don’t understand how much effort I had to put in to get this from Mika....He wasn’t even willing at first, I had to fight tooth and nail for it. There’s no way I’m giving it up. Even if you are my daughter, I’m not sharing this."

"...Especially since it’s a gift from Mika. This is precious."

She hugged it tighter to herself, pressing it against her skin as though it were her most treasured possession.

Charlotte’s lips quivered, her eyes turning watery as she looked up at Mika, voice breaking into a pitiful whine.

"Mika...how could you? Just yesterday I asked you for those rings. You didn’t get me even one, even when I told I would pay for it. You gave me all sorts of excuses."

"...And now here you are, gifting Mama an actual artifact. And me? Nothing! Not even a single ring!"

Her voice cracked, tears threatening to spill.

"That’s too cruel...even for you..."

Mika’s heart clenched. He remembered her request all too well, the way she had pleaded for those rings, and how he had brushed her off with a list of excuses.

And now here she was, looking at him like her heart had been crushed, while he had so carelessly given Yelena something far greater.

His guilt gnawed at him immediately, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could give her instead, what treasures he could offer to make it right.

But before he could decide, Charlotte suddenly lit up, her whole expression flipping from sorrowful to exuberant.

"Wait! Wait a minute! I have an idea!"

She exclaimed, her tone brimming with excitement. Without another word, she hopped off his lap and dashed off into the distance, leaving Mika and Yelena both staring after her.

Mika blinked, baffled. "...Where exactly is she going now?"

Yelena only sighed, shaking her head with a wry smile.

"Who knows? That girl always has a hundred crazy thoughts running around in her head. She probably had one just now too."

Then, her expression softened as she turned to Mika, her eyes carrying an unusual weight.

"Mika...tell me. Am I a bad mother? Am I horrible for not giving her something she asked for?"

Mika’s eyes softened at once. He reached out, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek before shaking his head with a smile.

"Not at all. You’ve already given her so much, sacrificed more than she’ll ever realize. It’s not wrong to keep something for yourself."

Yelena’s breath caught, her shoulders sagging in relief as though a burden had just been lifted.

"Really...?"

"Really..." Mika’s lips curved into a smirk as he pulled her closer, his voice dipping lower. "And not to mention...you went through a lot to get this artifact from me. Don’t forget that."

Color flushed hot across Yelena’s cheeks, her eyes dropping shyly.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed back, and Charlotte reappeared, her face glowing with excitement.

"I got it, Mika! I got it!" She cried, bounding back toward him before leaping into his lap again with the same eagerness as always.

In her hands, however, was not some shining treasure but a simple black string, a piece of lace so plain it seemed absurd. She held it out proudly, her eyes twinkling as she announced.

"Here! We can use this instead!"

Mika blinked at it, utterly lost. "Charlotte...what exactly is this? And what am I supposed to do with it?"

She shoved it eagerly into his hand, her smile radiant, her tone so innocent it was almost childlike.

"It’s a piece of lace I had lying around. And instead of the belly chain, you can use this! Tie it around my belly instead!"

Both Mika and Yelena froze in surprise, staring at her. He then frowned slightly, holding the flimsy lace between his fingers.

"...Charlotte. This is just a piece of string. A piece of string. It’s nothing at all."

But Charlotte only shook her head firmly, her eyes shining with conviction as she leaned close to him.

"Not at all, Mika. Not at all. As long as you tie it around me, it’s a treasure. An absolute treasure. I’ll never let it go. I don’t need artifacts or jewelry. I’m happy as long as it comes from you."

Her voice was wholehearted, brimming with truth. And Mika’s chest tightened painfully at the sincerity in her tone, at the way her love shone through her gaze.

She was willing to cherish even a worthless piece of string if it meant it came from him.

"Charlotte..." His voice faltered, his eyes softening as guilt pulled at him again. "Do you really want this? Just this string? I have other treasures I can give you—"

But she shook her head vehemently, her hands pressing over his as if to stop him.

"No. Not at all. I don’t need anything else. This is enough. If it’s from you, it’s enough."

Her words sank deep into him, leaving Mika quiet, his heart heavy yet full all at once. He looked at her, at the way she smiled with pure joy at something so small, and he realized again just how much she loved him.

Charlotte’s brows furrowed, the frown on her lips deepening as she studied Mika. "What? Do you still have an excuse not to give me this piece of string? Are you going to come up with some random reason why I can’t have it too?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Not at all...I’d really go to hell if I denied you even this."

Mika immediately shook his head, both hands raised slightly in surrender before he reached out and took the lace from her, before saying,

"If you want me to wrap this lace around your waist, then your wish is my command."

Charlotte then watched with glittering eyes as he carefully slid the lace around her slender waist, so tight it curved in sharply above the generous swell of her hips and the soft weight of her butt.

His fingers brushed her skin as he wrapped it, her breath hitching with every touch, until he tied the ends into a neat, pretty knot resting just above her belly button.

"There..." Mika murmured, smoothing it with his thumb. "What do you think about that? I even added a fancy knot to it."

Charlotte’s hands flew instantly to the little knot, her fingertips caressing it as though it were made of gold. A tender smile spread across her face, and her voice came out soft, almost reverent.

"A gift from Mika...I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life." She chuckled lightly, eyes twinkling with a playful gleam as she continued, "I’ll even add some beads and jewels later, glue on shiny stones, make it prettier than that artifact Mama’s clutching."

"Hmph!" Yelena turned her nose up sharply, hugging the belly chain against her skin as if Charlotte’s words had struck a hidden nerve.

"Do whatever you want. Just don’t forget mine is the real artifact..." She muttered under her breath.

Yet as she held her own glittering artifact against her bare stomach, she couldn’t help the pang of jealousy gnawing at her.

It felt absurd, but the way Charlotte beamed over nothing but a string, the way she turned that humble scrap into something more meaningful than gold, made Yelena’s lips tighten.

Somehow, her daughter’s string felt more treasured than her own artifact.

Mika, watching Charlotte’s pure joy, felt his heart twist. She was so happy with something so small, so meaningless, simply because it came from him.

He couldn’t take it, he wanted to give something back, to show her she deserved more.

"Charlotte." He said gently, catching her attention. "Get up for me and turn around."

Her head tilted, lips parting with confusion. "Eh? What is it, Mika? Do you need something?"

"Just stand." He insisted with a faint smile. "I want to give you something."

Though bewildered, Charlotte obeyed without hesitation, rising gracefully and turning. The thin string stretched across her waist as she pivoted, presenting her backside to him.

Her underwear clung low, barely covering her plush cheeks, leaving most of her butt exposed. With every small movement her ass jiggled, the supple flesh soft yet firm.

Mika’s hand then suddenly clapped against it with a resounding...Smack! The ripple of flesh made her gasp, her body stiffening before she peeked back at him with flushed cheeks.

"Stick it out for me..." He ordered.

Charlotte’s face burned, but she obeyed, arching her lower back and pushing her ass out toward him. Her voice trembled with a flustered laugh.

"M-Mika...what are you going to do?"

He leaned in closer, his hand gliding over the curve of her hip before brushing the faintly reddened marks from earlier.

"It’s just that you’ve been such a good girl, Charlotte. You were so happy with something so small. So, now it hurt me to think I spanked and groped such a kind girl’s ass like this." His voice softened, his thumb stroking the sore spots. "So I want to make it up to you."

Charlotte shivered at his touch, her breath catching. "M-Make up for it? How...?"

"...By giving you my love."

His words came husky, and before she could respond he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to the underside of one cheek, right near where his fingers had left their mark.

"Kiss!♡~"

"Ah, M-Mika!" Charlotte squealed, her whole body trembling. "W-What are you doing? Why are you kissing my butt right now?"

He didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, he kissed again, deeper, his mouth trailing across her soft skin, leaving heat with every press.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Then he murmured against her flesh.

"I told you. I’m treating you with love. These bruises, this ache...I could use ointment to soothe them, but I know you. You’d much rather have my kisses here."

His hands spread her cheeks wider, exposing more of her. His lips trailed lower, kissing into the sensitive cleft, lingering where she was most shy.

"Unless you’d rather ice? Or medicine?" He teased, lips brushing intimately under the swell of her buttocks.

Charlotte gasped and shook her head furiously, hair flying. "N-No! No, not at all, Mika! This is fine! This is...ahh...this is nice!"

Her voice wavered, soft moans spilling out as she stuck her ass out further, trembling as his mouth worshipped every inch. Her eyes then glanced back at him, wide with wonder, voice breaking.

"It’s just...it’s just that you were never like this before. You always pushed me away when I tried to comfort you, you always refused me. And now...now you’re the one doing this."

"You’re kissing me here...so naughty, so loving at the same time...my heart’s racing, I don’t know what to do..."

Mika only pressed in harder, his lips sucking gently at her soft flesh, his tongue darting teasingly where her cheeks parted.

"Well, I just felt like a bad guy, after everything I did earlier." He admitted against her skin. "I wanted to make it up to you, unless it’s making you uncomfortable."

Charlotte whimpered, her hands gripping the sofa as she gasped out. "M-Mika...no...go ahead...do whatever you want. Kiss my butt, kiss me all over, it feels so good, so nice..." Her voice rose as she pushed back, stuffing his face deeper into her ass, completely surrendering to his affection.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

But then, in her haze, her eyes darted sideways. Her mother was there, watching. Watching with wide eyes, her face burned. Charlotte’s body froze for an instant, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

She whispered shakily. "M-Mika...Mama’s watching...she’s watching everything...isn’t it wrong...to do this in front of her?"

Mika paused only long enough to glance up, his expression calm, confident.

"It’s alright, Charlotte. Yelena won’t mind. This is just affection. Love between people who care for each other. It’s nothing wrong."

His eyes flicked toward Yelena, who sat breathless, her hands curled tightly in her lap.

"Right, Yelena? It’s not a big deal, is it?"

Yelena’s lips trembled. She had never expected him to be so brazen, to push forward even under her gaze. Yet she couldn’t say no, not after what she herself had done with him earlier, not when it would feel hypocritical. Her voice came out in a dreamy murmur.

"Y-Yes...yes, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about me...this is nothing at all."

She tried to look away, but her eyes betrayed her, dragging back again and again to the sight, Mika’s hands spreading Charlotte wide, his mouth kissing every bit, Charlotte’s trembling legs as she pushed into him, her flushed face as she moaned.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Yelena’s cheeks burned hotter the longer she watched, her chest tightening with jealousy and desire all at once, imagining what those kisses must feel like, how warm and overwhelming his mouth must be.

Even though she knew she shouldn’t, her thoughts circled, hungry, her gaze fixed on how Mika devoured her daughter’s body with such brazen tenderness, right there before her eyes...