[{"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-419":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},1565630,2029,"Chapter 419: Infinite Body Pillows","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-419",419,"\u003Cp>Mika plunged his hand into the pouch and pulled out the first item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at it, then he looked down at Astrid in exasperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell, Astrid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to see what he had found, and her face immediately went crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was another body pillow—but this one showed Mika wearing nothing except a small apron. Just an apron. As if he had been cooking in the kitchen and decided that was sufficient attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is—this is for when I’m cooking!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She explained frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I’m in the kitchen, I always keep it by my side for company! Whenever I cook on my own the dishes turn really bad, but when I have you propped up on my tail, they always turn out good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. Whatever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at her in dismay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But at least put some proper clothes on me, right? Why am I only wearing an apron?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid looked away, her cheeks burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because...Because it’s sexier this way. You look better with just the apron.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika groaned and tossed the pillow aside. It landed on the growing pile behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid made a small distressed sound as it flopped onto the floor, while he reached into the pouch again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pillow emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one showed him sitting at a table with a full meal in front of him, looking content and satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me guess.\" Mika said flatly. \"This is for when you’re eating alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! Exactly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid nodded eagerly, relieved he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After cooking comes eating, and I need company for that too! And look—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at the pillow excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—it even has a fragrance built in! It smells like actual food! It’s very immersive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika tossed it onto the pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came a pillow of him in a bathing suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bath time.\" Astrid explained quickly. \"Sometimes I need someone to scrub my back. I put this on my tail and—well, my tail scrubs my back with the pillow. It’s quite nice, actually. And it’s waterproof!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika threw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pillow. This one showed him in a doctor’s coat with a stethoscope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For when I’m sick! Having Doctor Mika by my side helps me recover faster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another. Mika in a tool belt with a hammer and screwdriver, wearing a worker’s outfit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Handyman Mika! When I have maintenance issues around the house. I don’t like calling strangers over, so I like to take care of things myself. He supervises.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another. This one showed Mika covered in fake blood, looking like he’d just survived a fatal attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you trying to kill me off?\" Mika raised an eyebrow. \"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid shook her head frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no! This is for when I watch horror movies! I’m actually scared of them, but I also really enjoy watching them. So I keep Horror Movie Mika by my side so we can experience the terror together!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s thematic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika dropped his head into his free hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delusional. Absolutely delusional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he kept pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pillow was a different version of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleepy Mika, in pajamas with a sleepy expression and a small pillow in his hands—for when she slept\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angry Mika, scowling with crossed arms—apparently for when she needed motivation to work out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sad Mika, with tears in his eyes—for when she needed someone to comfort, apparently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Happy Mika, beaming with joy—for when she needed cheering up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cool Mika, in sunglasses and leather jacket—for casual days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formal Mika, in a suit and tie—for important meetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beach Mika, in shorts with a surfboard—for summer vibes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birthday Mika, holding a cake—for her birthday celebrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Study Mika, with glasses and books—for when she needed to focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meditation Mika, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed—for her zen moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter Mika in a cozy sweater—for when it was cold outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Studious Mika with glasses and books—for when she needed to focus on work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astronaut Mika in a space suit—for when she wondered about the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cowboy Mika with a hat and lasso—for when she watched westerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pirate Mika with an eyepatch—for when she felt adventurous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gardener Mika with plants—for when she tended her small garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Musician Mika with a guitar—for when she wanted to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleepy Mika even had a sequel—Drooling Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angry Mika also had a sequel—Furious Mika, with veins popping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on and on and on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were funny. Some were bizarre. Some made no sense at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pillow of him dressed as a wizard, one as a fairy with wings, one as a knight in shining armor, one as a detective with a magnifying glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even one of him as a bride in a wedding dress, which made him stop and stare for a solid thirty seconds before tossing it onto the pile without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the pouch was empty, Mika was breathing heavily from the effort of pulling out pillow after pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the sofa, a small mountain had formed—a tower of fabric and stuffing, all featuring his face in increasingly ridiculous scenarios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He counted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ninety-six, Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was eerily calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s ninety-six body pillows with my damn face on them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at her and Astrid had shrunk back against the sofa, her expression one of pure guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar—if the cookie jar contained nearly a hundred customized pillows featuring her little brother in every conceivable outfit and scenario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ninety-six.\" Mika repeated. \"Do you have anything to say for yourself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid had nothing to say for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, what could she say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what explanation she gave, it wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with the way Mika was looking at her—that mixture of anger, vexation, and disappointment all rolled into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She squirmed under his gaze and finally, she broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at him accusingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s...It’s because of you, Mika!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, caught off guard. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the one who caused all of this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice rose, desperate and emotional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the one who left me alone! You never reciprocated anything I did! You made me feel unwanted, and you know how much I hate being lonely!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him interrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And without you by my side, I had no one else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She went on, one hand sweeping toward the mountain of pillows on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what was I supposed to do? Just sit here by myself and rot in silence? Of course I made them. I had no other choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked there, but she forced herself onward, her finger still aimed at him accusingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were my only companions. They were the only source of any kind of...of any kind of relationship I had when you weren’t there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you know how I get when I’m lonely, don’t you? You know exactly how I get.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were tears in her eyes now, though she looked furious that they had appeared at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, if you had just stayed by my side, none of this would have happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said in a desperate rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you didn’t ignore me, I never would have made something this embarrassing. I never would have needed any of this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you weren’t there, so I had to do something!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if suddenly afraid he might turn those feelings into mockery, she drew herself up and crossed her arms tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And don’t you dare insult them. Don’t you dare mock the Mikas!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These pillows are the reason I survived! They’re the reason I’m still here right now! Without them, I would have been in a much darker place—a place you couldn’t even begin to understand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So don’t you dare blame me for what I did. Don’t you dare!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her face away completely, angry and hurt and embarrassed all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Mika stared at her in wonder and slowly, he realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything she was saying was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the mountain of pillows—all those faces, all those expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Happy Mika. Sad Mika. Angry Mika. Sleepy Mika. Doctor Mika. Mika. Mermaid Mika, for heaven’s sake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one was a version of him that she had needed at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one was a replacement for the real thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he hadn’t been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pushed her away. Distanced himself. Refused to respond to her messages and calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made her feel unwanted and alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid—who hated loneliness more than anything in the world—had been desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate enough to create ninety-six versions of him just to have some semblance of company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had just given her basic contact—a message here and there, a call sometimes, a simple \"hi\" to let her know he was thinking of her—none of this would have happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn’t have needed to create these replacements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now here they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the pillows again, and they didn’t seem like weird fetishes anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed like monuments to loneliness. To longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a sister who loved her brother so much that she created nearly a hundred versions of him just to feel close to someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, look at me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, reluctantly, she turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry for pushing you away for so long. I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted. I’m sorry I...I wasn’t there when you needed me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and gently cupped her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t know you were going through this. I didn’t know how much you were hurting. And then I blamed you for the very things I caused.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brushed away a tear with his thumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m so sorry, Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid stared at him, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t said all that to make him feel bad. She had said it to defend herself—to protect herself from his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never expected him to actually listen. To actually understand. To actually apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s...It’s alright, Mika.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to force a smile, though tears still clung to her lashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s alright now. It’s all in the past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out and gently touched his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all, you’re not the same Mika you were before, right? You’re the new Mika—the one who loves me and isn’t afraid to show it anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snuggled into his embrace, resting her head against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t have to worry anymore. From now on, I won’t need those pillows. Because my baby brother Mika will be right by my side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, he made a silent vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never let her feel lonely again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for her sake—but for his own sanity too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because honestly? Having nearly a hundred body pillows of himself scattered around was more than enough embarrassment for one lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he was thinking that, he noticed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still a few more items inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered, but was still curious at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well.\" He said slowly. \"Since I’ve already pulled out this many, I might as well see what else you’re hiding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached toward the pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s reaction was immediate—and different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t playful panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was absolute terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! MIKA, NO! DON’T!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lunged for him, trying to stop his hand, but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers closed around something and he pulled it out, to Astrid’s horror almost as he was pulling out her deepest secret.\u003C\u002Fp>",1931,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","076c5105aa9cce201ead4072e7ab8cc53ae3ef0d6608d06d56151810f9b929ff","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-517","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-516",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]