[{"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-493":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},1565388,2029,"Chapter 493: All At Once","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-493",493,"\u003Cp>The leader of the task force glanced behind him at the bomb—ticking away relentlessly, its blinking lights counting down to oblivion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at his subordinates, who were staring at the device with barely concealed terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thing could vaporize their entire existence in minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard and turned back to Mika on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So.\" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. \"Which bomb will we defuse first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of them wanted to be first—to get their own bomb dealt with, to stop the countdown, to breathe again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another part dreaded being first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if something went wrong? What if the expert’s instructions failed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if they made a mistake and everything and everyone disappeared in a flash of light?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their minds scrambled in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Mika smiled. A carefree, almost lazy smile that seemed utterly out of place in the middle of a crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no first or second.\" He said. \"We’re going to do them all....All at the same time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaders stared at him in wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their subordinates froze mid-motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the technicians in the command center stopped typing, their hands hovering over their keyboards as if they had forgotten how to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All...all of them?\" The main task force leader stammered. \"You mean—you’re going to lead everyone at the same time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dismantling all five bombs...simultaneously?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika nodded. \"Yep. That’s the plan.\" He glanced at a clock on the wall. \"I don’t want to waste any more time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at the officers still roaming the hospital grounds, visible through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We still haven’t found the sixth bomb. I want to wrap this up quickly so we can go search for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—but that’s impossible! The coordination alone—the margin for error—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s expression changed. His easy smile faded, replaced by something harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped to a low, serious tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you to trust me, didn’t I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, but something about this boy made a veteran like him, someone who had faced death every day and learned not to flinch, feel real fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something else, too. Something that made him nod despite the nerves churning in his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\" He said. \"I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s smile returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\" He grabbed the tablet Nadia had given him, tapped a few buttons, and held it up. \"I’ve just sent you the schematics, protocols, and procedures for what we’re going to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should feel more confident once you see this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around the city, the bomb squad members received the file.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They opened it eagerly, desperate for any guidance—and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes trembled. Their hands trembled. Voices cracked with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...This can’t be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my god. How is this possible!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I never even thought about it this way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The document Mika had sent was thorough—painfully, meticulously, impossibly thorough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It contained detailed blueprints for dismantling each bomb, step-by-step protocols for every stage of the process, lists of required equipment and chemicals, contingency plans for every possible failure mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the methodology—it was unlike anything they had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were experts in bomb disposal, trained to handle not just conventional explosives but also the more advanced devices that fused mana and science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen it all or so they thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the methods Mika had outlined were completely novel. Unique. Almost impossible to conceive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, as they read, it all made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step flowed logically from the one before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every precaution addressed a potential danger they hadn’t even considered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if Mika was tapping into a realm of knowledge they had never accessed, a level of understanding that transcended their years of training and experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were mind-blown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they looked up at the screen, their expressions shifting from fear to awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at Mika, this young man they had dismissed as a playboy, a pretty boy, a joke and saw him differently now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She puffed out her chest, a smug smile spreading across her face as if she were the one receiving the praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia’s nose also tilted upward. She looked like a peacock preening, gloating over the admiration being showered on her beloved Mika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cecilia, watching from the corner, also smiled. She had never doubted him. Not for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then—Mika clapped his hands, waking everyone from their daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But beefore anything else.\" He said, his voice crisp and commanding. \"I need you to prepare certain things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the first screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Group one: you’ll need a modular engine stabilizer, three quartz crystals, a twin-molecule decarburizer, the smaller model, mind you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also ethereum crystals to stabilize the monoflow, and three personnel: one to coordinate, one to monitor the flux engine, and one to handle the chemical bath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the second screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Group two: you’ll need a phase inverter, a full set of non-conductive extraction tools, a thermal imaging module, and someone with steady hands. Very steady hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Group three. Group four. Group five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listed equipment, chemicals, personnel requirements, safety protocols—everything they needed, down to the smallest detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squads scrambled to comply, moving with new urgency, new purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Portals opened. Equipment was retrieved from secured warehouses. Chemicals were fetched from climate-controlled storage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a minute, every team was fully prepared, standing next to their respective bombs, waiting for his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika examined the layout one final time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone ready?\" He glanced at the clock. \"Once this begins, there’s no stopping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So if anyone needs to use the bathroom...now’s the time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one smiled. No one cracked a glance. They were all focused, all intent, all staring at the bombs with expressions of grim determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika hid a small satisfied grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the first screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Group one. Remove the outer casing—slowly, don’t let the sides touch. You’ll see a series of conduits inside. Identify the blue one and isolate it from the others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave instructions—complicated, precise, a seamless blend of technical expertise and intuitive understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he moved to the second screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Group two. Check the modular engine housing. There’ll be a small access panel on the underside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open it and look for a blue-colored casing. Pull it out, connect it to the angular frequency resonator, and give me the readings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the third screen. \"Group three. Your bomb is different—more sensitive. The chemical payload is unstable, so you’ll need to work slower. First, stabilize the temperature regulators...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth. Fifth. He moved between them fluidly, giving each team exactly what they needed, when they needed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice never wavered. His instructions never conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he could see everything, every bomb, every team, every potential point of failure, all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squads worked frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands moved at impossible speeds. Wires were pulled. Components were extracted. Devices were attached. Schematics were consulted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massive operation unfolding across five different sites, all coordinated by a single young man who stood in a hospital command center, surrounded by screens and silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Nadia?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia felt her earlier grievances wash away completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her son orchestrate this—seeing him command these experts, direct these operations, bend chaos to his will filled her with a pride so intense it almost hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to tear up. She wanted to scream to the world that this was her son, her Mika, and he was amazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then glanced at Fauna, expecting to see the same proud look on her face—probably even more so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna was still gazing at Mika—but something was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes held the same adoration, the same affection, the same devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was something else now. Something that hadn’t been there before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love. Not the love of a sister, or a mother, or a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The love of a woman for her man!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia stared, her mind reeling. Anyone else would have seen nothing unusual, just Fauna gazing at Mika affectionately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nadia was sensitive. Attuned. She noticed the subtle differences—the way Fauna’s eyes lingered, the way her lips parted, the way her body seemed to lean toward him like a flower toward the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same way she had been looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But quickly, Nadia’s mind rejected the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd. Impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna was too innocent, too pure, too naive for something like that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was like a golden retriever—happy, affectionate, oblivious to anything beyond her immediate joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just Nadia’s imagination. Her own twisted thoughts, projecting onto her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt ashamed of herself. Only she could be so perverted. Only she could look at her son and think such forbidden things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But little did Nadia know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna was so excited right now that she was practically trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind raced with fantasies—dragging Mika away, extracting his milk, feeling him fill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him like this—so amazing, so manly, so utterly in control made her lower body grow wet and hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently ground herself against him, her hips moving in small motions. Her eyes were half-lidded, her gaze lustful and hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Nadia had no clue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was too busy berating herself for her own dark thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>",1559,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","325a3cc58643d6ddb68f162e7d8142d41991881176237d6794df0758052d4d6b","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-494","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-492",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]