[{"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-398":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},1565593,2029,"Chapter 398: Please Don’t Hit Me Mika!","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-398",398,"\u003Cp>Mika stood there, trying to figure out where Astrid could possibly be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t take him long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Anti-Demi-Human Alliance office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course she would go there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood at the edge of the academy grounds, a massive, imposing structure that looked more like a government facility than a simple student club headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other organizations at the academy, which made do with small rooms in shared buildings or perhaps a modest hall if they were lucky, the Alliance had an entire building to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were, after all, a proper organization. Officially sanctioned. Well-funded. Politically connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building itself was impressive—imposing, modern, with dark glass windows that gave it a professional look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what really caught Mika’s attention as he approached was the training ground in front of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped and looked at the expansive field, complete with obstacle courses, combat rings, and various training equipment scattered about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite the late hour, despite the emptiness of the rest of the campus, he could almost feel the echoes of what happened here during the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head in pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid, as the commander of the organisation, ran a brutal training regimen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though her actual job was more about investigation and capture rather than frontline combat, she trained her people like they were going to war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like every mission was a life-or-death struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ninety percent of people who signed up for positions under Astrid’s leadership ended up quitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even suffered actual trauma from how hard she pushed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika could almost see it—the blood, sweat, and tears soaked into the ground of that training field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could almost hear the screams of exhaustion, the sobs of frustration, the thud of bodies hitting the mats over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed and turned toward the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main entrance was locked. The building was completely closed at this hour, dark and empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika had a pass that Astrid had given it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiped it against the reader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened and he stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was exactly what one would expect in a government office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of desks with computers. Meeting rooms with whiteboards covered in strategic plans. A small cafeteria area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything a proper organization needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was completely empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one at the desks. No one in the meeting rooms. No one in the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the academy itself had shut down for the night, Alliance members didn’t have the same restrictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could come and go as they pleased, working on cases, analyzing data, planning operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, even at this hour, there would be at least a few people here—night owls, dedicated workers, people avoiding their dormitories for one reason or another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tonight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Had Astrid dismissed everyone? Told them to stay away? Or had they all sensed her mood and decided to give her space?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, he was alone as he headed for the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up he went, floor after floor, until he reached the top level—the executive floor, where Astrid’s personal office was located.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked down the hallway, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building was so quiet he could hear his own breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So quiet that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was coming from Astrid’s office. Faint, but unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And...she was screaming?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Don’t hit me! Stop it! Please don’t hit me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts! It hurts! Stop! I beg of you! Just stop hitting me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were panicked. Pained. Like she was suffering. Like she was being attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s heart stopped for a second, then slammed back to life at double speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was hurting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought ignited something primal in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of protectiveness so fierce it almost choked him. His face went dark. His eyes turned cold and deadly. His hands clenched into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who? Who would dare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could possibly—Astrid was one of the strongest people in the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Triple-S-Class Blessed. Hurting her should be impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the screams continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop it! Please! No! Don’t do it! Stop! You can’t hit me! Stop it! No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika didn’t wait any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted down the hallway, his footsteps pounding against the carpet, his breath coming in short, furious bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More screams. More pleas. Each one made him faster. Each one made him angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached her office door and slammed his pass against the reader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It beeped. The lock clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the door open with enough force to send it crashing against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he burst inside, ready to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to tear apart whoever was hurting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the murderous rage, all the protective fury, all the dark intent drained out of him in an instant, replaced by the most profound, soul-deep confusion he had ever experienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Astrid wasn’t being attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by another person, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sitting on the floor in the middle of her office, on a plush carpet in front of her desk, in what appeared to be a deliberately comfortable position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back was against a pile of cushions. Her legs were crossed. Her hair was slightly disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was currently being beaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not by a person...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...but by her own tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of her seven tails—the fourth one, the sensitive one—was flashing at her face over and over, smacking her left cheek, then her right, then her forehead, then her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with each smack, Astrid flinched and cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! No! Stop! You can’t beat your big sister like that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail smacked her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ow! Stop! Please! Have mercy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another smack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could you! I’m your sister! You have to respect me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOOO!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the strangest part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, the strangest part—the part that made Mika’s brain freeze—was what was covering that tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pillowcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long, body-pillow-sized pillowcase, wrapped completely around the tail, transforming it into something that looked like an elongated plush toy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on that pillowcase was an image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An image of Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full-sized, life-like image of Mika, printed on the fabric, wrapped around the tail so that his face was prominently displayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really, really angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His printed eyes were dark and furious. His printed brows were furrowed in displeasure. His printed mouth was set in a hard, unforgiving line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the face of someone who was absolutely livid—the kind of face Mika made when someone had truly, deeply crossed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid was using this tail—this Mika-pillow-tail to beat herself up while acting out some kind of bizarre roleplay scenario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Mika! Please forgive me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wailed at the tail, clutching her cheek where it had just smacked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know I was stubborn! I know I was prideful! I know I shouldn’t have flown away! But you don’t have to hit me! You don’t have to abuse me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail paused for a moment, almost as if it was considering her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—SMACK—it hit her again, even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid tumbled sideways, dramatically flopping onto the carpet with her hand pressed to her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could you, Mika!\" She cried, her voice trembling with theatrical anguish. \"How could you hit me like that! Do you have no pity for me at all?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have no pity for your big sister?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail straightened up behind her, standing tall and proud, looking for all the world like it was gloating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid whimpered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaah...Mika is so mean...Mika hates me...Mika doesn’t love his big sister anymore...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Mika stood in the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth was open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were big as eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was completely, utterly, absolutely offline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t process what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t reconcile the image of the terrifying, cold Astrid—who had killed a man earlier that day—even if he’d been revived with this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What even was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sitting on the floor, beating herself with a pillowcase that had his angry face on it, and acting out some kind of weird guilt-ridden fantasy where he was abusing her for being stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, it was kind of sad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as Mika was already feeling dizzy and thought that he desperately needed to sit down before his brain completely gave out, things got even more crazier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just one tail covered in a body pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single one of Astrid’s magnificent, fluffy, elemental tails was wrapped in a custom pillowcase featuring his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And each and every single one of them had a completely different expression printed on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angry one he’d already seen—dark eyes, furious brow, menacing scowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was one with Mika looking like a prince—fancy clothes, majestic pose, hand on his hip like he’d just stepped out of a fairy tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another with Mika looking tragically heartbroken—tears in his eyes, lower lip trembling, the very picture of romantic devastation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another with Mika smiling gently—warm, loving, affectionate, the kind of smile that made hearts flutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the others were equally varied: dominant Mika, shy Mika, protective Mika, and—most disturbingly—one with Mika surrounded by all of her sisters including Charlotte and Anya, his arms around them like some kind of harem protagonist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s jaw dropped even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What. The. Actual. Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>",1594,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","ab4dd71abd4c4f7d0a8f502a3a229c6dbea23304fcf532378faa085a14d0d1d7","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-399","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-397",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]