[{"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-400":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},1565595,2029,"Chapter 400: I’m Telling Your Mom!","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-400",400,"\u003Cp>All seven tails rose up simultaneously, each with its own printed Mika face, and they all started smacking her butt in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid responded to each one individually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, angry Mika! What are you doing?! You can’t follow dirty Mika like that! Ahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sad Mika! I thought you loved your sister! Why are you hitting me like that?! Mmmm!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sleazy Mika! You have other women! Why do you come after me?! Nooo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince Mika! You’re supposed to be noble! This isn’t noble at all! Haaan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Happy Mika! Stop smiling while you hit me! Hyaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on it went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all, despite her protests, despite her cries, despite her dramatic pleas—she was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genuine, happy, blissful smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she was having the time of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this was exactly where she wanted to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud sound from the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something falling over and Astrid froze instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head snapped toward the door, her eyes going wide with alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was supposed to be here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d sent everyone away. The building was empty. She’d made sure of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even still, someone had entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed, pupils sharpening, ready to kill whoever had dared to witness this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs had given out and he was sitting against the base of the bookshelf, staring at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure, absolute, soul-deep horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But worse—so much worse were the tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streaming down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuine tears of sadness, pity, and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t crying because he was scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t crying because he was embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was crying because he couldn’t believe, couldn’t handle that Astrid had become such a sad, lonely individual that she resorted to...to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roleplaying with her own tails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With printed faces of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting out elaborate scenarios where he dominated her and rescued her and betrayed her and loved her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was heartbreaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the saddest thing he had ever witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw those tears, the moment she saw the pity in his eyes, something in her chest shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, she was too shocked to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he gotten here? How long had he been watching? How much had he seen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer to that last question was obvious: everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single moment of her insane, humiliating, deeply disturbed roleplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face went through a rapid transformation: shock, horror, embarrassment, and then—desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"H-Hold on, Mika!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrieked, scrambling to her feet, her tails flailing everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on a second! Hold on! Don’t misunderstand your big sister!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held up her hands, a strained, manic smile plastered on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t what you think it is! This—this is a play! Yes! A play!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika just stared at her, tears still flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m participating in a play!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But since no one else is here, I can’t practice properly with anyone else! So I decided to use my tails as—as replacements! Stand-ins! That’s exactly what this is! A play rehearsal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him with pleading eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? That makes sense, right? That completely makes sense!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tears kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her for a long, agonizing moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—slowly, shakily—he forced a smile onto his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O-Oh.\" He said, his voice hollow. \"Oh, so it was a play. Sure, Astrid. A play. Okay. I see. I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly started pushing himself up, using the doorframe for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, slowly he began backing toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure, sure, Astrid. You can continue your play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took another step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he was out the door, his head poking back in for one final moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry for interrupting. Please, go ahead. Continue whatever you were doing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he slipped out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid stood there for a moment, frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he...had he actually believed her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had her ridiculous lie actually worked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt a surge of hope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, frantic, desperate, escaping footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t walking away calmly. He was running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running like his life depended on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running like he’d just witnessed something so traumatic that his only remaining survival instinct was flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic seized her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAIT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed, launching herself toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! Wait! Don’t go! Hold up! Please let me explain! LET ME EXPLAIN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She burst into the hallway, chasing after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika glanced back while running, and the look on his face—the pure, unfiltered fear—made her heart shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no need to explain, Astrid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted over his shoulder, still running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no need! You can do whatever you want! No matter how crazy your hobby is—even if you’re going to roleplay with your tails using my pictures—you can do it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need to know! I don’t want to know!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Mika, please! Listen to me!\" Astrid pleaded as she raced after him through the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care!\" His voice cracked. \"I don’t care at all! I don’t want anything to do with this! I don’t want to hear your excuses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept running, faster now, putting distance between them and he couldn’t help but shout in a pitiful manner,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came here thinking you were down in the dumps! Sad! Irritated! Like you always are! I-I thought I needed to cheer you up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back again, and his eyes were full of something she’d never seen directed at her before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuine horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuine fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’re doing more than a good job of cheering yourself up!\" He let out a tear-filled chuckle. \"And not just by yourself—there are seven Mikas with you! Seven Mikas cheering you up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So there’s no need for me to be around!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can use those seven Mikas! Talk with them instead! I’ll leave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he disappeared down the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid stood frozen for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—determination flower through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" She growled. \"No, you don’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ran after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down the stairs. Through the hallways. Following the sound of his frantic footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! Stop! Don’t try to run away from me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—she saw him do something that made her blood run cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And started dialing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you calling?!\" She shrieked, running faster. \"Mika! Who are you calling?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice floated back to her, agitated, panicked, absolutely unhinged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m calling your mother!\" He shouted back. \"She deserves to hear what you’ve done today, especially since she asked how you were doing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s heart stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! NO, MIKA, DON’T! DON’T TELL HER ANYTHING! PLEASE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika had already put the phone to his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, Nadia?\" His voice was breathless, running and talking at the same time. \"Sorry for disturbing you right now. I know you’re busy. But it’s just that—your daughter. Your daughter...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...she’s gone absolutely batshit crazy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astred stumbled, almost falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know she’s already been a nutcase before.\" Mika continued, his voice rising. \"But I think it’s about time that we admit her to a hospital or something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just for her—for the people around her as well! I don’t know how long it’ll take for her to absolutely go on a breakdown!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think it’s about time she gets some professional help!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the line, Nadia’s voice came through, confused and concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika? What are you talking about? What’s going on? Did something happen to Astrid? Speak clearly—what exactly did she do for you to panic in such a way?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika opened his mouth to answer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then— he was surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven tails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coming from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapping around his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even process what was happening, he was completely caught—bound in fluffy ropes, lifted off the ground, unable to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tail—the dominant one, with the arrogant Mika face—plucked the phone from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika? Mika, what’s happening? What’s that sound? Did something go wrong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia’s voice came from the speaker, small and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail ended the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, the tails carried the bound and traumatized Mika back toward Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to be mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She really did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After everything he’d seen—after everything he’d witnessed—he’d tried to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d tried to call her mother and snitch on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d said she needed to be admitted to a hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She should be furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was too embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too utterly mortified by the fact that he had seen everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead of anger, her face was frozen in a strange grin—like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream or simply disappear from existence entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tails brought Mika before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung there, wrapped in fluff, staring at her with wide, traumatized eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Astrid opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said, her voice small and squeaky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much...How much did you see?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1533,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","ea62e7ff23bed0f6524d23626b534cd205efacfe2d4f43bd9f7bf001a04cd7ea","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-501","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-399",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]