[{"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-416":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},1565624,2029,"Chapter 416: A Mountain Of Ground Meat","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-416",416,"\u003Cp>The news spread through the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two children in the hospital now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika, broken and bandaged, fighting for his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid, physically healing but spiritually shattered, having mutilated herself in her desperate attempt to sever all connection to demi-humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family gathered. They cried. They prayed. They held each other and tried to make sense of a tragedy that made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mysterious batte angel, ever the pillar of strength, tried to reassure them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the worst part.\" She said softly, gathering the sobbing daughters into her arms. \"This is the lowest point. But it will get better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When Mika wakes up. When Astrid wakes up. They’ll heal. They’ll recover. And we’ll be here for them. We’ll help them through this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything will get better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She believed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wanted to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t entirely right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika woke up first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to everyone’s shock, he was...fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just physically—though his recovery was miraculously fast, his wounds healing at a rate that baffled even the most experienced healers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But mentally? Emotionally?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the same Mika as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joking. Teasing. Smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when asked about what happened—about the killings, the blood, the nightmare of that forest—he just shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was a tough situation. I did what I had to do. No point dwelling on it, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family stared at him, unable to comprehend how someone so young could be so...unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had expected trauma. Nightmares. Years of therapy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they got the same old Mika, acting as if he hadn’t just slaughtered over a hundred people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was also a relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least one of them had come through unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid was another story entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she woke up, the first thing she did was reach for something sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would have used her own teeth if she had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I-I need to cut them off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She muttered, her eyes wild, her body thrashing against the restraints they had been forced to put on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of them. I need to cut them all off. I can’t have them. I can’t be like them! Let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aunts held her down, trying to calm her, trying to reach the little girl they loved beneath the rage and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, please—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I HATE THEM! I HATE THESE TAILS! THEY’RE WHY THIS HAPPENED! THEY’RE WHY MIKA GOT HURT! LET ME CUT THEM OFF! LET ME—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to bite through her own tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna had to physically pry her jaws open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It went on for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screaming. The struggling. The desperate, frantic attempts to sever every last trace of demi-human connection from her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing they said could reach her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing they did could calm her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika walked into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door closed behind him, and for a long time, there was only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia waited outside, her heart in her throat, praying to every god she could think of that her son could reach her daughter where no one else could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child’s tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia opened the door slowly and peered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid was in Mika’s arms, her face buried in his shoulder, her body shaking with deep, wrenching sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they weren’t angry sobs. They weren’t hateful sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were sad sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grieving sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sobs of a little girl who had been through something terrible and was finally, finally letting herself feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika held her, stroking her hair, murmuring words too soft to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Astrid looked up, all the rage, all the hate, all the fury was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place was something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a desperate, clinging need to never let him go again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that love—that desperate, clinging need—it only applied to Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For everyone else, things had changed forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid became a different person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bright, social, outgoing girl who loved to play with anyone and everyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Replaced by someone who kept to herself, who focused on one thing and one thing only: protecting Mika and driving demi-humans away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped playing with her sisters. Stopped joining family gatherings. Stopped seeking out connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When her aunts tried to hug her, she accepted stiffly, politely, but there was always distance now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall that hadn’t been there before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When her sisters called her name, tried to include her in games, she would look at them with eyes that seemed to look through them rather than at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the relationship that suffered most was with Nadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day forward, Astrid would not speak to her unless absolutely necessary. She would not seek her out. Would not confide in her. Would not let her close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in Astrid’s eyes, her mother had chosen the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it mattered most—when Astrid had stood before the king, ready to deliver justice—Nadia had stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother had protected the monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother had sided with the demi-humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many times Nadia tried to reach out, no matter how many times she tried to explain, to apologize, to bridge the gap—Astrid wouldn’t let her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trust was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it would never fully heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She became powerful. Feared. Respected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She poured all her energy into one goal: driving demi-humans away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protecting her world from their influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making sure no child would ever have to go through what she and Mika went through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her mind, it was the only way to keep the world safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, it was the only way to keep Mika safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if the demi-humans were gone, they could never hurt him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was her driving force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reason for existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all, the only person she truly trusted—the only person she could open up to, be soft with, be herself with was Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was her exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anchor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her little brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were potential threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Potential enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Potential betrayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she would never, ever let herself be vulnerable to them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which brought them to now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Mika, finally calling her big sister after all these years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to the tears she shed as she held him, feeling, for the first time in so long, that maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t completely alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she had him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would always be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was no way Nadia was going to let the one who had caused all of this—the prince of that wretched race escape justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had defended the king, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was politics. That was duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the burden of her position, forcing her to prioritize peace over vengeance, no matter how much it cost her personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, she was just as furious as Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, she wanted to tear that prince apart piece by piece. Make him suffer. Make him scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make him beg for a death that would never come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she did everything in her power to find him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She deployed every resource at her disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sent agents across worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interrogated anyone who might have information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tore through the demi-human kingdom with methods that made even hardened warriors tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prince had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—every single person involved in the conspiracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who had any knowledge of the plan. They had all disappeared, as if the earth had simply swallowed them whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There should have been traces. Clues. Something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if they had simply ceased to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia was furious. Frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tormented by the thought that the monster who had done this to her children was out there somewhere, free, unpunished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt utterly incompetent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of mother couldn’t even catch the person who had tried to murder her daughter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—two weeks after the incident, a shocking report came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came from the demi-human world itself—the same world that had hosted that fateful party, the same world whose prince had orchestrated the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A river had turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not metaphorically—literally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water, usually crystal clear and blue, had become thick with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villagers who depended on that river for their livelihood were alarmed and went to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they found would haunt them forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the shore of the river, there was a pile of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just any meat—minced meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ground so fine it was almost paste, mixed with fragments of bone, shredded tissue, pulverized organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like someone had taken dozens of bodies and fed them through an industrial meat grinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the worst part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst part was what was visible within that horrific mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demi-human fingers, sticking out from the crimson paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just fingers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearts, still recognizable despite being torn and mangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chunks of flesh with telltale demi-human markings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers who saw it didn’t just scream—they vomited. They ran. They cried. They had nightmares for the rest of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An investigation was launched immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the results came back, the entire kingdom was thrown into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meat pile contained the remains of at least ninety individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every single one of them was connected to the conspiracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prince’s inner circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors who had attacked the party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mages who had created the vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single person involved in the plot against Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the prince himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king had to identify his own son’s remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found the eyes first—those golden eyes, so distinctive, so precious, the same eyes he saw in the mirror every morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at him from within that mountain of gore, and he fainted on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son had been ground into meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who had conspired to hurt those children had been ground into meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one knew who had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia read the report in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She should have been horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She should have been disturbed by the brutality, the savagery, the sheer malice of what had been done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief that they had received a fate far worse than anything she could have arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief that, somehow, justice had been served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have done this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demi-human side wouldn’t have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they had caught the conspirators, they would have simply arrested them, or at most executed them cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn’t have...processed them like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her own side? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened in her domain without her knowledge. If any of her people had been involved, she would have heard about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no witnesses. No evidence. No clues pointing to any perpetrator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if some invisible force had simply descended from the heavens, scooped up everyone responsible, and turned them into paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left her desk and walked into the garden, hoping the fresh air and greenery would clear her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when she saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking in the opposite direction through the corridor that bordered the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was holding a bowl of ice cream, eating it with obvious enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps were light. His expression was relaxed. He looked like any normal child enjoying a treat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had only been two weeks since he had been lying in that hospital bed, wrapped in bandages, connected to machines, barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now here he was, completely recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia smiled—or tried to. Her face, as always, didn’t cooperate fully, but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out and patted his head as he passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grumbled, slightly annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not a kid anymore, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia’s smile or the feeling of it remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ll always be my kid, Mika, no matter what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and continued on his way, spooning another bite of ice cream into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia watched him go, her heart swelling with love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her baby boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her precious, sweet, gentle baby boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her entire body went rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in that moment, as he passed her, she caught a scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint. Barely there. So subtle that anyone else would have missed it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nadia had spent years on battlefields. Years surrounded by death and violence. She knew that smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smelled blood on her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind, honed by decades of strategy and analysis, began working at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pieces clicked together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought about the massacre in the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bodies Mika had left in his wake. The brutal, vicious way he had killed. How he had torn through an entire army, despite being only five years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought about how the family had explained it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperation. Self-defense. A survival instinct that had awakened in him to protect his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought about how quickly he had recovered. How normal he seemed. How utterly unbothered by the whole ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she thought about the report on her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ninety-three bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ground into meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumped in a river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pile of flesh and bone and organs, so thoroughly destroyed that identification was only possible through the prince’s distinctive golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pieces clicked together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horrible, impossible, terrifying picture emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Could it be?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Could it be that Mika—my Mika—my baby Mika—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head violently, cutting off the thought before it could fully form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No, that was ridiculous.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Impossible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was five years old. A child. Her sweet, precious baby boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way he could have tracked down ninety-three people across different worlds, captured them, transported them, and then—and then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed softly to herself, shaking her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was overworking herself. That was all. The stress of the past weeks had finally caught up with her, making her imagination run wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed rest. A break. Time to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her family was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything would be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and continued her walk, forcing herself to relax, to let go of the ridiculous suspicion that had briefly crossed her mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...not even realising that there was a darkness raging in Mika that woud envelope whoever dare to lay a hand on his family.\u003C\u002Fp>",2396,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","268ea46151f09215f46bf57ce53c7138cb9cb536a208327ba8ecaf98a48f4254","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-514","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-513",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]