[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa":3,"chapter-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-379":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1565574,2029,"Chapter 379: You Don’t Stand A Chance","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-379",379,"\u003Cp>That caught everyone completely off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Football?\" one of the humans muttered, blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did he just say...football?\" a demi-human echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan nodded firmly, folding his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly that. You’re fighting over a football pitch? Then settle it the proper way—with a match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not with fists, not with spells, not with wings or claws—just a simple football game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around, scanning both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner gets the field. Loser shuts up and goes home. Simple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a long pause—and then murmurs started spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually...that kinda makes sense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, it’s a football field after all...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s...surprisingly reasonable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan smiled slightly, feeling relief creep in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly! So instead of bickering and scaring everyone half to death, how about you both form your teams and play it out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human side reacted first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain of the human team—a tall, blonde, broad-shouldered young man with a cocky grin—stepped forward, spinning a ball on his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don’t mind that at all, sir.\" He said smugly. \"Sounds perfect to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the human players nodded eagerly, cracking their knuckles and smirking at the demi-humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, let’s do it! It’s been a while since we’ve had some fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their confidence was almost palpable and Regan smiled, thinking he had finally calmed things down—until a sharp voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Absolutely not! It’s not fair!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned in confusion—and found a demi-human boy standing forward this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had short silver hair, large bat-like ears, and a pair of leathery wings folded behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were fierce as he held up a ball of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t fair at all!\" He protested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan blinked. \"What do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demi-human boy flapped his wings once, visibly frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because their team....\" He pointed at the humans. \"...is made up of actual academy representatives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re professionals-in-training—half of them already have contracts lined up with big clubs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How are we supposed to compete with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur of surprise spread through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them hadn’t known that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan looked at the humans, who only smiled smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right.\" Their captain chuckled. \"We’re the academy’s official representatives. So if you wanna take us on—better bring your best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demi-human boy glared as he said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meanwhile, our team only started playing football this semester! It’s just a hobby for us! We don’t even know all the rules properly yet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly!\" another demi-human shouted. \"We’ll be crushed out there! This isn’t a fair match at all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their frustration made sense—it really would be like throwing amateurs against professionals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan scratched the back of his head awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah...well...I didn’t quite know that part.\" He admitted awkwardly. \"Still, there’s got to be someone among you who’s good at the sport, right? You can just take their place and play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured at the crowd of demi-humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! There’s like a hundred of you! Surely some of you know how to kick a ball?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’ll even give the other team a handicap, so that it doesn’t feel unfair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone? Anyone at all?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. Every demi-human avoided eye contact. A few even took a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan sighed, \"You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way that not even one person knows how to play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Ursula, stepped forward. She bowed slightly toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunately, Mr. Regan, none of us are particularly skilled in this...’football’ of yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’re joking\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not. After all, it’s not exactly a sport that exists in our world.\" Ursula explained patiently. \"We have our own games, of course—many sports, actually—but football is...rather foreign to us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan groaned. \"Of course it is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But.\" Ursula continued, a small smile tugging at her lips. \"if we played one of our games, we would definitely have confidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sparked murmurs across the demi-human side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, that’s true!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We could play our games instead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why should we use their rules?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuri perked up slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right! Let’s change the game!\" She said, fluttering her wings. \"We’ll pick something both sides can—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO WAY!\" The humans shouted in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our field!\" One yelled. \"And this is a football field!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly!\" Another added. \"The PE teacher said it himself—if you’re fighting over the pitch, you settle it with football!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the shouting started again—one side yelling for a different sport, the other refusing to budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great...I tried to fix it, and now it’s even worse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as his headache began to peak, he caught sight of Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, it hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like divine inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan’s eyes widened, a sudden gleam of hope flickering in them as he straightened up and pointed dramatically toward Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! You—you—YOU can take their place!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words echoed across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika blinked. \"...Me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan nodded so fast his bald head reflected the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, you! Most definitely you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t be serious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I’m completely serious!\" Regan said, his tone almost desperate. \"I’ve seen you play, Mika! Don’t try to act modest—I know how good you are! You think I don’t notice my students?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if you don’t join your class’s practice sessions, since let’s be honest no one wants to play with you—I’ve seen you on the lower grounds, juggling the ball alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re a natural—a master, really!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master?\" Mika repeated flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan nodded furiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! You’ve got unbelievable control, precision, and that thing—that flair—that professional players dream of! I even asked you to join the academy’s football team multiple times, remember?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You refused every time, which was a tragedy, but—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his finger triumphantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—now is your moment! You can use those skills to help the demi-humans since, well, you’re clearly siding with them right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words left his mouth, the humans’ football team practically lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their captain stepped forward with a smirk that could curdle milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, this is perfect. This is absolutely perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another player snickered. \"Yeah, let the cursed boy try. Let’s see how long he lasts before crying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already grinning ear to ear, thrilled at the thought of playing against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, this was the golden opportunity to humiliate the boy everyone whispered about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who somehow drew the attention of Lady Astrid herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s do it.\" one of them said confidently. \"We’ll crush him and show everyone where he belongs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the demi-humans side was nowhere near as enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no, no, that’s not fair!\" One protested. \"Even if he’s good, he’s still one person! We’ll be slaughtered!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other demi-humans nodded in agreement, shouting over each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no way he can handle that alone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re professionals! It’s suicide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can’t accept this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were panicking—and not without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human team weren’t just students; they were elite athletes, trained and scouted by professional clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Mika was good, there was no way he could hold his own against a full, trained squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan looked at both sides awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Er, well, maybe we can adjust the rules a little bit—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish, a sharp voice cut through the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Never! I’ll never accept that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone was sharp, proud, and full of outrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned toward it—expecting another demi-human to be complaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to their surprise, it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms were folded, her expression sharp but...oddly conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her declaration shocked everyone. Even Regan froze mid-sentence, blinking at her in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, uh—Astrid?\" He asked hesit6. \"Are you saying that because you think it’s unfair to Mika?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few students nodded quickly, whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She must be defending him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? She still cares about him after all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan smiled a little, relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, I understand, of course. It’s not exactly fair to pit him alone against your entire team.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we can arrange something like a penalty shootout or—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish, Astrid’s cold, dismissive voice cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about?\" She said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan blinked. \"Pardon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s gaze narrowed. \"Do you really think I’m saying this for his sake?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That question alone froze everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan hesitated. \"...Aren’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid let out a sharp, humorless laugh before turning her head slightly, her icy blue eyes landing on her own football team—the proud, professional players who stood confidently behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" She said calmly. \"I’m saying this for their sake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd went dead quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Mika, who’d been watching with mild boredom, raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s tone grew firmer as she continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because if you put them against Mika....\" She said, nodding toward him. \"...they’ll lose. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. They don’t stand a chance at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words dropped like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, there was silence. And then, chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did she just—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did she seriously just say that one guy could beat the entire human team?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s insane! There’s no way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love Lady Astrid, but this...this is a bit much, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the human football team stood frozen—eyes wide, jaws hanging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smugness from earlier evaporated instantly, replaced with raw disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their captain stepped forward, his voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"L-Lady Astrid...you don’t actually mean that, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Astrid didn’t even look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on Mika, her expression unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I mean every word.\" She said coldly. \"If my little broth—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean if that boy steps onto the pitch, you’ll all be humiliated before the match even reaches halftime.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pure conviction, the kind that made it impossible to think she was joking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that, somehow, made it sting even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human team’s faces turned red, some from anger, others from embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could barely believe what they were hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is...Is she serious?\" One whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s underestimating us!\" Another growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Humiliated by him?! No way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what made it worse wasn’t just what she said—it was how she said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t taunting. She was worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression wasn’t arrogant; it was tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as if she already knew how this would end if Mika were to step forward and she wanted to prevent it at all costs.\u003C\u002Fp>",1699,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","8a3e1abff2eb96de9a8b56c22c416ba0c9fca59aa0aee698e0942bc1c8cba700","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-380","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-378",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]