[{"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-383":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},1565578,2029,"Chapter 383: Red-Tipped Tail","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-383",383,"\u003Cp>News had spread through the entire academy, and now students and even teachers were swarming in from every direction to watch the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What started as a small match had turned into a roaring arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience had multiplied fivefold, and now they weren’t even watching sides—they were watching Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go! Go! Another one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s unstoppable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s not even trying anymore!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers and screams filled the air with deafening intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn’t even the worst part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most humiliating aspect of it was the fact that Mika wasn’t even taking them seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t fighting to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was toying with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time Nuri got frustrated about how the humans swarmed around her, she would flap her wings angrily and whine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mikaaa! They’re bullying me again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mika would sigh and then slam the ball toward whoever was closest to Nuri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound would echo like thunder as it smacked right into the unlucky player’s stomach, face, or shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAHHH!\" One of them screamed as the ball knocked him off his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!\" Cried another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, no one dared to come near Nuri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment someone even looked in her direction, they flinched, remembering the terrifying sound of the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuri noticed, grinned, and puffed her chest proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right! Stay back! You’re all scared of me now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she pouted saying, \"I wanna score too!\" Mika would simply gesture for her to stand near the goalpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d flick the ball across the field, so precisely that it would roll perfectly beneath her feet, and casually,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would stomp down, and the ball would soar—right into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look! I did it!\" Nuri cheered, jumping in excitement, her wings flapping. \"Mika, I did it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the crowd erupted every time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She scored again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How’s that possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s controlling it for her!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer a match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massacre disguised as playtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika was literally orchestrating the entire field like a puppeteer, letting Nuri enjoy her game while the humans broke apart piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid, standing on the sidelines, was seething.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face remained calm, but her eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes were trembling with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clenched her fists until her gloves creaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second of this humiliation stabbed at her pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one burned hotter than Vander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw the score—78–0—his blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was supposed to be his moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His time to shine, to impress Astrid, to show off to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now his dream of stepping into fame and respect was turning into a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all around him, people were taking pictures, laughing, and recording videos. He could hear the whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s Vander’s team?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re getting destroyed by a support class and a dragon girl who doesn’t even know the rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s finished. Totally finished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This’ll go down in academy history!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliation was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride screamed for vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Regan’s voice boomed across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Final thirty seconds!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd chuckled. Even Regan himself smirked, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The match is already over, but fine.\" He said, lifting the whistle. \"Play your last seconds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tweet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball rolled back into play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vander’s rage finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give it to me!\" He roared. \"Give me the damn ball!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teammate hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it’s not your turn—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intimated by the scary look on Vander’s face, his teammate passed the ball to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment he got the ball, Vander charged forward like a beast unleashed, his eyes locked on Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is all your fault!\" He screamed, his voice raw. \"If you hadn’t shown up, none of this would’ve happened!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot the ball with everything he had—straight toward the goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika didn’t even blink. His hand shot out—thump—and he caught it effortlessly, as though the world had frozen around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, shock struck again—because Vander didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the goalpost—into Mika’s zone—and suddenly his entire body began to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint yellow light crackled over his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—!\" Regan shouted, eyes widening. \"That’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander slammed into Mika, and the world went white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact ripped through the air and Mika and the ball flew backward together, smashing through the net, and tumbling into the field beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust and splinters flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OH MY GOD!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HE SLAMMED INTO HIM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HE USED HIS BLESSING! THAT’S CHEATING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HE ACTUALLY USED HIS BLESSING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams rippled through the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the human supporters—those who had been cheering moments ago—now looked horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t supposed to use blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the one rule Regan had made clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Vander had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d actually gone that far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who weren’t supporting Mika felt a pang of dread, their eyes darting to where the boy lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a blessed. He wasn’t a fighter or a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a support-class. He wasn’t built to take an impact like that, so they could only imagine the state he was after that brutal attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuri screamed, \"Mika!\" and launched herself into the air, flapping desperately toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan’s whistle cracked through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FOUL! THAT’S A DAMN FOUL! STOP THE MATCH—STOP RIGHT NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted toward the collapsed boy, face twisted with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! Mika, kid, talk to me—are you alright?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vander...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dusted his hands, straightened his uniform, and put on the fakest apologetic smile imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah—sorry, sorry.\" He said casually, raising both hands. \"Guess I got a little...frustrated. You know how it is in the heat of the moment, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was light, almost playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just tripped on the ball or something. Didn’t even mean to! My blessing must’ve, uh...triggered on its own. Hahaha, you know how it is!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was horrendous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m really, really sorry about that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander continued, bowing his head low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll even forfeit the match if that makes everyone feel better, alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened, smirking as he said it and everyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sorry—he was proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in his mind, he’d already won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was over, and he had done something that no one would forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was punished, it would be a slap on the wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family’s connections would handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents’ influence would smooth it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d walk away untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No matter what happens.’ He thought smugly, ’I’m in the clear.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You hurt my Mika.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feminine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But so cold it froze the marrow inside his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire field fell dead silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuri stopped flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regan stopped breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd’s eyes all jerked toward the same point behind Vander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone whispered. \"Oh no...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another trembled. \"She’s here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander’s skin prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat hammered like it wanted to escape his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That terrifying, gentle voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like death disguised as silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You actually tried to hurt my baby brother...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shiver stabbed down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every instinct told him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I turn...I will see the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, his neck moved on its own—slow, shaking, unwilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he saw her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t heard her footsteps. He hadn’t felt her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had simply appeared like death itself had decided to manifest behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, her seven tails drifted lazily in the air, their white fur gleaming faintly, but they didn’t look soft anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked alive—moving with a predatory grace, coiling and uncoiling like serpents waiting to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t her tails that paralyzed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, normally icy blue were now darkened, dimmed, stripped of all life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just...void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hollow, soulless void staring straight into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like she was looking into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though she could see every sin, every insecurity, every pathetic fear he’d ever tried to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air pressure around her dropped so sharply that it felt like the world was suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People in the crowd clutched their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her own subordinates took involuntary steps back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some students began trembling without even understanding why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander felt it worst of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like standing before the executioner on the day your name is carved into the guillotine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid leaned forward slightly, just enough to let her deadened eyes align perfectly with his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, her voice soft enough to sound almost loving yet so hollow it felt inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander’s throat tightened as he stumbled back, his face pale, eyes wide with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, his words breaking apart as they tried to crawl past his fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...I...I’m sorry—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could even finish, one of Astrid’s seven tails moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t slam or hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply moved, a swift whisper through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Vander, it almost felt like a brush of wind grazing his chest, so delicate he barely even registered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked in confusion, realizing he was still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’W-Wait.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought, a trembling smile flickering on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Did she just...warn me? That’s not too bad.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared a tiny breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collective, horrified gasp that tore through the air like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some students had their hands over their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others turned away, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One or two had even fallen to their knees, retching on the side of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What...What the hell...?\" The King of the Catz race whispered in pure shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vander’s confused smile wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What’s...wrong with you people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you looking at me like I died or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everything stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right where his chest should’ve been—there was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaping, circular hole, wide enough to fit a bucket clean through, yawned open in his torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see the ground behind him through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared in disbelief, his mind refusing to understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to speak, but only a wet gurgle came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked up again, his shaking eyes found Astrid—her tails floating serenely behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was bright red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dripped with his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when the realization hit him like a lightning strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t brushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had stabbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BLERGH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain hit all at once, white-hot and blinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest, choking on blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips trembled as he tried to form words, but nothing came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted helplessly, searching for help, for mercy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Astrid didn’t even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression remained empty, calm, almost beautiful in its stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the last thing he saw before he collapsed forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud with his organs scattered around him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1853,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","ca384af5cce9677d5eb1f9229ede1eef43445ec8c9c03b1878700c3a18e1d35d","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-384","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-382",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]