[{"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-438":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},1565662,2029,"Chapter 438: Imperfections Make One Beautiful","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-438",438,"\u003Cp>Mika honestly felt pity seeing her like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see how much she didn’t want him to see that part of her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she tensed up, the way her eyes darted away, the way her entire being radiated shame and vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just because he wanted to see it himself—though he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, she needed to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed to understand that every part of her body would be loved by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That there was no need to feel ashamed of anything. Not a single scar, not a single mark, not a single imperfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he ignored her protests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, deliberately, his hands moved toward her third tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid saw where he was going. Her eyes went wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-No.\" She whispered. \"No, Mika, please—please don’t do it! I beg you! Don’t do this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika didn’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers found the very base of her third tail and rubbed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The touch alone made Astrid shiver all over, a full-body tremble that started at the base of her spine and radiated outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she was distracted by that sensation, his other hand brushed aside the thick fur at the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, instead of flesh and skin like one would expect on a tail—instead of the natural connection between body and appendage—there was metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, intricate contraption, silver and gleaming, attached to Astrid’s body at the base of where her third tail should have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail itself—the beautiful, fluffy tail she had been using all this time was connected to her by this metal device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid too realized what he had found. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg, to do something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could, Mika let out a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted a small mechanism on the metal contraption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail...came off!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her third tail—the bushy, fluffy, beautiful tail that had been swaying behind her moments ago—detached completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came away in Mika’s hand like a toy, like a simple accessory that could be removed at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a butt plug or some kind of appendage that wasn’t truly part of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained was...strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between her fourth and second tails, there was now a small stump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely an inch or two tall, thin and tiny compared to the majestic tails on either side of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked almost comical in its smallness—a little nub where a magnificent tail once stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stared at it for a moment. Then a gentle, loving smile spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what remained of Astrid’s third tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail she had cut off herself, all those years ago, in a fit of rage and grief and desperate self-hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail that no amount of healing magic could reattach, because her own body had rejected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail that was now just...a stump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the family had been so concerned about how she would handle this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How she would cope with having only six tails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Astrid had always brushed it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care.\" She would say, her voice flat. \"I’m glad I have one less tail. Makes me less like those monsters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone knew the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew she was devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had loved her tails. All of them. Each one was precious to her. And losing one—especially in such a traumatic, self-inflicted way had left a wound that went far deeper than the physical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Mika had done something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even back then, young as he was, he had created this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prosthetic tail. A marvel of engineering that moved and acted just like her real tails, that could be detached and attached at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A replacement that looked exactly like the original, that no one would ever know was fake unless they looked at the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now the stump was revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked up at Astrid and saw that she had gone completely silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was buried in her hands—no, she had stuffed her face into a pillow, hiding from him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her ears were flat against her head, pressed down in that telltale sign of extreme distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika shook his head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood, as this stump was her deepest vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, she had possessed this beautiful, majestic tail that she was so proud of—the one she showed off to everyone, the one that made her feel special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, all that remained was this tiny, insignificant nub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was intensely sensitive about it. Ashamed of it. Inferior because of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter who it was—her mother, her sisters, her aunts, even Mika himself—she refused to let anyone see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would rather die than have someone look upon this mark of her brokenness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she had protested so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she had begged him to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that he had seen it, she couldn’t even speak to him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked at her hiding there, her face buried in the pillow, her body curled up as if trying to disappear entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and patted her butt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Astrid. Come on. Don’t try to hide from me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted again, firmer this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no need to hide your face and look away like a little girl who’s scared of ghosts. Come on, just look at me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed her face deeper into the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And seeing that words weren’t working—he decided actions maybe would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, to evoke a reaction, he moved his hand from her butt, sliding it slowly toward her most intimate place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His finger brushed against her entrance, making her entire body jolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don’t look around...\" He said calmly. \"...I’ll tease this tiny hole until you’re a mess. I’ll spread it open, stick my tongue inside, and keep going until you’re drooling and crying and begging me to stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I promise you, I won’t stop no matter what you say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body shook at his words. An instinctive reaction, a shiver of anticipation mixed with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika sighed. Then he had an idea came up that he knew would work\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and zoomed in on the tiny stump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a photo being taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s head snapped up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MIKA?!\" She shrieked, panic overriding her shame. \"WHAT ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up the phone casually, showing her the image on screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of your third tail stump, of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not only do I want a picture of it so I can look at it from time to time.\" He continued smoothly. \"But I’m thinking of sending it to others as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m also thinking of putting it on a postcard. You know, for festivals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Imagine sending that to your aunts on some holiday occasion. ’Happy Winter Solstice! Here’s a picture of Astrid’s adorable little stump!’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this horrible threat, tears welled in Astrid’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked absolutely devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Mika.\" She whispered, her voice cracking. \"Please don’t do that. You know how much that—how much this means to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I-If anyone else were to see it—even my sisters, even my mother—I don’t know what I would do. I-I really don’t. So please don’t send it anyone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked at the tears threatening to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the desperate, pleading expression on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed and put the phone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. I won’t send it to anyone else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief flooded her features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But.\" He continued firmly. \"You have to stop hiding. You have to talk to me properly. Even if the topic is about this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and gently caressed the stump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s entire body jerked. A small whimper escaped her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to say no. Wanted to refuse. Wanted to crawl back into her shell and never come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the threat of those photos—of her deepest vulnerability being shared with everyone she loved loomed over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\" She whispered, nodding weakly. \"Fine. I won’t hide away. I won’t try to escape you or anything like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So please—there’s no need to send that to anyone else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika smiled and put his phone away completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid watched it disappear, and then her face crumpled into an expression of utter defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why...\" She whispered, her voice small and broken. \"Why are you bullying your big sister like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at him with vulnerable, glistening eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know in the past, I caused you a lot of trouble. I dragged you around everywhere. I put makeup on you when you didn’t want it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I even woke you up in the middle of the night because I didn’t want to go to the bathroom alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sniffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll admit—I was quite a nuisance in the past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika snorted. \"Just in the past?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blushed. \"Fine, fine. In the present too. I admit I still give you problems. I’m stubborn and difficult and I don’t listen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, pouting at him with that same vulnerable gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But still—there’s no need for you to bully me in such a horrible manner!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know how sensitive I am about this part of me. And here you are, teasing me about it, threatening to show everyone, touching it like it’s nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is too much. Even for you, Mika. You’re being too much of a bully right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Mika couldn’t help but chuckle softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And instead of responding with words, he leaned forward—closing the distance between them until his face was inches from hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could react, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on now, Astrid.\" His voice was warm, affectionate. \"I’m not trying to bully you. I just wanted to see that cute little stump of yours. There’s nothing wrong with that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately looked away, a deep pout forming on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re lying. You’re definitely lying, Mika. There’s no way what you’re saying is true right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at him from the corner of her eye—a shy, vulnerable side-eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all, there’s no way you would find such an ugly stump hanging off my butt cute. You probably think it’s weird. An anomaly. Maybe even a tumor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re probably disgusted looking at it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika shook his head gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not at all, Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and cupped her face, turning it back toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Instead, I sincerely think it’s one of the most beautiful parts of your body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s breath caught. For a moment, she almost believed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sincerity in his eyes was so overwhelming, so genuine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she shook her head, denying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. No, you’re lying. That’s such an obvious play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled back slightly, her expression growing more vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just think about it, Mika. Once, right there, I had such a beautiful, long tail. A tail that everyone admired. That everyone wanted to touch and feel. It was majestic and proud and perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now? All that’s left is that weird little thing sticking out of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, tears threatening again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s like...it’s like having a massive, beautiful oak tree in your garden. The one you’re so proud of, the one everyone comes to see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then one day, it falls down. And all that’s left is that ugly stump at the bottom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him, searching his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you feel about that, Mika? How do you feel about such a loss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika nodded slowly, acknowledging her pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand. I really do. This stump is a reminder of your trauma. Of your tragic past. Of something you don’t want to think about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded, sinking further into her negative feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I also understand that you used to have a proud, beautiful tail there. And now it’s gone, and you feel terrible about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down, unable to meet his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Mika smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm, genuine, utterly sincere smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But let me tell you something, Astrid. You losing your tail doesn’t make you any less of who you are. In fact...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...it makes you even more beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s head snapped up, shock evident on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t expected him to say something so blatant. So counter to everything she believed. For a moment, she wanted to protest, to tell him how ridiculous that sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she saw his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sincerity in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The absolute conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time, she allowed herself to believe it might be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, hope creeping into her voice despite herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would you say that, Mika? Isn’t losing something precious from your body supposed to make you less valuable than you were before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika nodded thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re right, Astrid. If anyone were to lose some of their most attractive features—their lips, their eyes, their nose in some accident—they would definitely be less attractive than they were before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Their value, as you put it, would go down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Mika gently brushed her hair back, his touch tender and loving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’re different, Astrid. You’re completely different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shone with renewed hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Usually, a person has a few things about their body that they’re proud of. Things they think others find attractive. Things that give them confidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And when they lose those things, they fall into despair. They feel like they have nothing left to show off, nothing that makes them stand out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head sadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that’s a pitiful situation to be in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you?\" He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. \"You’re different, Astrid. Do you know why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gulped, her heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why, Mika? Why am I different?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were the softest she had ever seen them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you’re perfect, Astrid. You’re utterly, completely perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unlike others, who have imperfections all over their bodies—whether it’s their height, or acne on their skin, or being cross-eyed, or having weird-looking ears, or balding—you have none of that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured at her, as if presenting a masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at yourself. Your face is flawless. Your body is sculpted like a goddess. Your skin is radiant. Your eyes are captivating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything about you is perfect. There’s literally nothing anyone could say wrong about your appearance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s heart was racing at an unbelievable rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re like a goddess descended from the heavens into this mortal realm. Perfect through and through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile became even softer, even gentler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So when a person like you—someone who literally has no imperfections—actually gains an imperfection, like losing a tail and being left with a stump, something beautiful happens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned even closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It creates contrast. Between the perfect parts of you and that one imperfection. And that contrast gives off this intoxicating feeling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like the heavenly realm and the mortal realm have combined together to create something that doesn’t belong in this world—but also has enough connection to a humble mortal to make it real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cupped her face again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the perfect blend of perfection and imperfection. So, the fact that you lost your tail, that the stump remains—it doesn’t make you any less.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It makes you even more valuable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even more unique.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even more beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid forgot to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were so bold, so shocking, so completely unexpected that she didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really, Mika? Do you really think I’m even more beautiful than I was before I lost my tail?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked at her with such understanding, such depth of feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I honestly don’t know how others feel about this, Astrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe they would say you look less beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe they would say you’re ugly now. Less than you were before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hand on his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if you want my opinion—my honest, genuine opinion—then here it is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think not only are you even more beautiful than you were when you had that tail. I think every single day—every single day you live your life—you grow more and more beautiful. Just by being you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2728,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","b3239979f26933f81066d74a48fd077a43de2c1ef1cd9ee192754e3ebd25c834","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-439","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-437",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]