[{"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-418":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},1565628,2029,"Chapter 418: Mementos Of The Past","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-418",418,"\u003Cp>Mika knew that Astrid was completely settled down and relaxed right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell by her tails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, her seven tails were always floating in the air, held aloft with carefulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never let them touch the ground or rest against anything—not because they were dirty, but because she was so protective of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to be perfect at all times, pristine and fluffy and absolutely flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only time they ever touched anything was when she slept, and even then, she had special blankets that enveloped each tail individually, protecting them from any possible blemish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those tails weren’t floating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t held aloft like wary snakes, ready to strike at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they were completely relaxed—draped over the sofa, spilling onto the floor, utterly limp and without tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked almost boneless, like they had given up all pretense of alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Astrid was completely relaxed in his embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No guard. No alertness. No walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just her, purring softly against his chest like a content little fox in the arms of its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn’t about to disturb it. She deserved this peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After everything she had been through—after all the trauma and pain and loneliness—she deserved to feel safe. To feel loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To just be without having to protect herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let her purr, let her tails rest, let her ears—normally perked and alert—flop down in complete relaxation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely, completely adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then his gaze landed on something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attached to her belt, nestled against her hip, was a small pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was old, clearly aged, but well-maintained. Pink in color, with cute little fox faces embroidered all over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storage pouch, the kind used to hold items in a compressed spatial pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s face broke into a warm smile the moment he recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered when she got it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her birthday gift, many years ago—when she was just five years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when she had a hobby of collecting interesting rocks and shiny stones wherever she went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would fill her pockets with them, struggle to carry them, complain about how heavy they were—but she never stopped collecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia had noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for her birthday, she had gifted Astrid this very pouch. So she could store all her precious rocks without having to carry them by hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika could still remember the look on Astrid’s face when she opened that gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way her eyes had lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she had thrown her arms around her mother without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the entire family had clapped and laughed at how wholesome the moment was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she still had it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all these years. After everything that had happened between her and her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still carried that pouch with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was such a small thing—but it spoke volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, storage pouches like this were rare and expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal person would never be able to afford one easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Astrid? She was no normal person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was someone who could rule the world someday, whose potential was so vast she could theoretically create her own reality if she fully unlocked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, buying a thousand of these pouches would be trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have upgraded to a better one long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A more optimized one. One with more space, better features, newer technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still used this old, outdated, sentimental pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one her mother had given her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one that held memories of a time before everything went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still cared. Beneath all that cold armor, behind all those walls, she still loved her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still treasured those memories. She just couldn’t show it—couldn’t risk being hurt again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes drifted around her office, and he noticed more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no family photos on the walls—that would be too obvious, too vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were other things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a shelf, a massive tusk from some ancient beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika remembered that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid had found it sticking out of the ground when she was little and thought it was a rock—an amazing, incredible rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had gotten so excited that she called the entire family to help her dig it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beings who rivalled gods, who could move mountains with a thought, got down on their knees in the mud and dug with their hands like amateur archaeologists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because a little girl had found a rock She loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory made him smile and it wasn’t just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her desk, there was a small nest. Completely out of place among the official documents and professional equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika recognized it immediately—it was from the time Astrid had found abandoned eggs in the backyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had refused to let them die, so with her mother’s help, she had incubated them, cared for them, raised the chicks until they hatched and grew into proper birds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when they finally flew away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had cried for hours. Nadia had held her, comforting her, telling her that this was what love meant—letting go when it was time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nest had been her keepsake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it still sat on her desk, all these years later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked around and saw more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pressed flower from some family picnic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small carving one of her sisters had made for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ribbon from a game they had all played together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had hidden them away, yes. She had built walls and put on a cold exterior and acted like she didn’t care about anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these mementos told the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still treasured her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still loved them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just too scared to show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too scared of being hurt again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s heart ached at the realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How pitiful. How sad. That this girl had to hide all of it behind layers of ice, just to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to say something comforting. About to pull her closer and whisper words of reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he noticed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pouch wasn’t fully closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slightly open, and from it, a piece of fabric was sticking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was some sort of shape printed on it—vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite make it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, and with Astrid still purring contentedly against his chest, he carefully reached over and began to pull the fabric out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to see what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fabric kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until finally, the entire thing emerged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was another body pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pillowcase with his image on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought—naively, perhaps—that the seven tails covered in his face were the extent of her collection. That after burning those, they would be done with this particular brand of insanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, there were more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image on this pillowcase showed him with fox ears. And a fox tail. And he was posed in a playful, pawing position like a cute fox begging for treats—with a blushing, almost shy expression on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own face, his real face went red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from anger. From sheer, overwhelming secondhand embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even imagine posing like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t imagine anyone ever capturing such an image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet here it was, printed on a pillowcase, carried around in Astrid’s storage pouch like it was a treasured keepsake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in the most controlled, polite, dangerously calm voice he could manage, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stirred slightly against him, still half-lost in her peaceful haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would you be kind enough to explain what exactly this is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up the pillowcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid stirred against his chest, pulling away slightly with a confused expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? What are you talking about, Mik—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes turned into pins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then pale again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic followed immediately after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO—! WAIT—! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lunged for it, but Mika was faster. He pulled it away, holding it out of her reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s mine! Give it back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook the pillowcase slightly, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and genuine bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought we already went through this. I thought the seven tails were the extent of your...collection. But clearly, I was wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the image again, wincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what even is this? Why am I in such a position? With fox ears? And a tail? This is—this is disgusting to look at!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid looked genuinely offended by that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean disgusting, Mika?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could stop her, she snatched the pillow back, hugged it to her chest protectively, and glared at him as if he had insulted an actual living being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is not disgusting! It’s absolutely adorable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held it up, pointing at the printed face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at you! With your fluffy little ears! And your fluffy little tail! And your face—\" She traced the printed cheek lovingly. \"—you’re blushing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look so innocent and cute, like you don’t know what’s going to happen to you! I just want to eat you up, you’re so adorable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And don’t you dare call this disgusting! It has feelings, you know!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stared at her like he was looking at a mental patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re defending the feelings of a body pillow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IT’S NOT JUST A BODY PILLOW! IT’S YOU! FOX YOU! THE CUTEST VERSION OF YOU!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he shook his head and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So.\" He said slowly. \"You’re telling me that this is the only other one? No more hidden pillows?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s guilty look returned immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O-Of course. There are no others. Just this one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at me when you say that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he reached forward and grabbed the storage pouch from her belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s eyes went wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MIKA, NO—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Mika going for her collection, she panicked and immediately grabbed for her pouch, pulling it away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Mika! You can’t have it! This is mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stretched out his hand, trying to reach for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just give it to me, Astrid. Let me have a look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clutched it protectively to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! Have some courtesy! You’re trying to invade your big sister’s private space! This is not something you’re allowed to do!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his eyes, still reaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t talk to me about invasion of privacy. In the past, you used to go through my cupboard whenever you felt like it. You treated it like your own personal storage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So don’t give me that speech now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gasped, offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was different! I was just inspecting! Making sure you didn’t put anything harmful in there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What you’re doing right now is going through your sister’s most sensitive possessions! You can’t do this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s expression shifted to something more determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You say sensitive possessions, but it’s probably just more pictures of me inside there. And as the one whose identity is being used without permission, I think I have a right to see what’s inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged for the pouch again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled it back just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They struggled for a moment, neither gaining ground, until Mika realized this wasn’t working. He needed a different approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flicked to her fourth tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid saw the look and immediately knew what he was planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Mika, NO—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to pull her tail away, but she was too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s hand shot out and grabbed it and rubbed it softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was instantaneous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s face flushed crimson. Her entire body went weak, limbs losing all strength as that sensitive spot sent waves of sensation through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a small, helpless squeak and slumped forward, completely incapacitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Mika released her tail, grabbed the pouch from her limp hands, and swiftly moved from her lap to the other side of the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid recovered quickly, her face still burning, and lunged after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! Give that back! You can’t look inside! Those are my private things!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to grab it, but he held it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Mika! There are—there are pads in there! And stuff I need for—for certain times! And underwear! You can’t look at a girl’s underwear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika scoffed, pushing her gently away as she tried to grab the pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, I’ve already seen everything of yours. There’s nothing left to hide. I don’t care about any of that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried again, tears forming in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Mika, you really can’t see what’s inside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika was done playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped his arm around her neck—not a chokehold, but an intimate, loving embrace that pinned her against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much she struggled, he didn’t let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, realizing she couldn’t escape, she relented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rested against him, his arm around her, and looked up with pleading eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Mika. Please just let your big sister have this moment. I won’t ask for anything else. Just right now—please don’t look inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika shook his head with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, Astrid. If you had acted cool about it—if you had pretended not to care—I probably would have let it go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But after seeing how much you’re reacting?\" He chuckled. \"Now I definitely have to see what’s inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take that as compensation for invading your privacy. And an apology.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s face went red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could respond, Mika opened the pouch and peered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now.\" He said with anticipation. \"Let’s see what exactly you’ve been hiding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2345,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","5e0f0583e31a7de4df0544317129fbb3c7e53a38d170c3adfd3a088854cf695f","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-516","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-515",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]