[{"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-502":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},1565598,2029,"Chapter 502: Caught In The Act","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-502",502,"\u003Cp>Fauna gasped. Nadia’s jaw dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stared in dazed disbelief. Before he could ask—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reeled backward, his hands flying up to protect his face. But the hand was relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised the shoe high and brought it down again—BANG, BANG, BANG—raining blows on his head, his shoulders, his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika ducked, dodged, tried to block—but the hand followed him, the portal shifting to track his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smacked his back, his bum, his thighs. It whacked his elbows and knees. It caught him on the side of the head, on the neck, on the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?!\" Mika cried out, his voice cracking. \"What the hell is going on?! Why are you hitting me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ow!\" He rubbed his arm. \"Why are you hitting me even harder?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not there—not there—that’s my privates!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My butt! You hit my butt! What kind of punishment—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack! Smack! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least hit me in one place! Why are you hitting me all over?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand didn’t answer. It just kept swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Mika was curled on the ground, covering his head with his arms, while the hand smacked him relentlessly with his own shoe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a misbehaving puppy getting swatted with a newspaper—pathetic, pitiful, and utterly defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna and Nadia watched in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Mika was the golden child. Their oldest sister doted on him, spoiled him, treated him like her precious little treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scolded him sometimes, yes. She corrected him when he stepped out of line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had never beaten him like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna finally found her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Sister...there’s no need to do that, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words came out timid, hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter what Mika did, you can’t just smack him around like that. He’s an adult now. This might be embarrassing for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia nodded, finding her own courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shouldn’t lay your hands on your own child like that. It’s not right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words were spoken. No expression was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But both sisters felt it—a pressure, a weight, a silent question hanging in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Do you want some too?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna’s eyes trembled in fright. She scrambled onto Nadia’s back like a koala, hiding behind her sister’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\" She called out, her voice bright and strained. \"Don’t listen to us! You go ahead—beat Mika however much you want!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia nodded, looking away guiltily as she said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have no relationship with that boy at all. Do whatever you deem fit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"TRAITORS!\" Mika wailed from the ground. \"ABSOLUTE TRAITORS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand resumed its assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack! Smack! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, brutal minute, the hand finally stopped. It tossed the shoe aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika let out a shaky breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally—it’s over—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand reached back into the portal and pulled out a broom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY DID YOU CHANGE WEAPONS?!\" Mika scrambled backward. \"THAT’S CHEATING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ow! Don’t use that broom—it looks so dirty—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHACK! WHACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broom was discarded. A belt emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO, NO, NO—NOT THE BELT—THAT’S GONNA HURT LIKE HELL—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AARGH—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The belt was joined by a ladle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ladle?! That’s for soups! Not for hitting people!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rolling pin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you even have a rolling pin?! When do you cook?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of slippers. A wooden spoon. A flyswatter. A spatula.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever household implements the hand could find, it wielded against Mika with relentless fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through it all, Fauna and Nadia watched in growing confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think he did?\" Fauna whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia shook her head slowly. \"I have no idea. But it must have been bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very bad. Their sister was not someone who got angry easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was authoritive, calculating, always several steps ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, for her to react like this. To physically punish him, to beat him with household objects like a disappointed mother disciplining a reckless child—meant that Mika had crossed a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A serious line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...what could he have possibly done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika himself, for his part, felt no real pain. The hits didn’t hurt—nothing mortal could hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt the sensation of punishment, the raw maternal fury behind each swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His oldest mother was furious. Genuinely, deeply, wrathfully furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was far more terrifying than any physical pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he too desperately wanted to know what he’d done to provoke this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the hand stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hovered in the air, slightly sweaty from exertion, as if the one wielding it on the other side had just finished a marathon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small sigh escaped the portal—tired, exasperated, but somehow satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika slowly, weakly pushed himself to his feet. His clothes were disheveled, his hair a mess. He looked like he had been through a war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a voice came from the portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beautiful, the kind of voice that made you stop whatever you were doing just to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melodic, rich, with an authoritative edge that could make grown men weep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind that authority, a cold, simmering anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Don’t change the fate of this family any further.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it. There was nothing else she said after that and the words hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna blinked. She turned to Nadia, whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you understand what she meant by that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia shook her head, her expression genuinely puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have no idea what she’s talking about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna scratched her head adorably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, same. She’s always speaking in riddles. It’s impossible to understand her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged confused glances, both of them utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was exactly because he knew, that his face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood drained from his cheeks, leaving them chalk-white. His eyes trembled. Goosebumps erupted across his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a very long time, perhaps the first time since childhood—Mika was genuinely, viscerally terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oldest Battle Angel, the Maiden of Fate and Fortune, the one who could see the threads of destiny and pluck them like harp strings—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—she knew what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen his plans, his manipulations, his slow, patient seduction of her sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew he was trying to turn his mothers into his lovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was trying to reshape the entire family, bend it to his will, make every single one of them his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been so careful. So methodical. He had isolated each sister, made his moves in the shadows, kept his true intentions hidden behind smiles and jokes and ’pranks.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had seen through all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the relentless, exhausting beating had been her warning. Her first strike. Her way of saying: I know what you’re doing. And I will not tolerate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika stood frozen, his mind racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bad. This was very, very bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always known she would be the most difficult—the final boss, the last obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned to deal with her after securing the other four, when his position was stronger, when he had already won over the rest of the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she could see fate. She could divine the future, read the threads of destiny that connected every living being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had caught him early. And now she was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how much she had seen. Didn’t know if she had been observing everything all along, or if she had only recently divined his intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, she was aware. And that changed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, for a brief, terrible moment, Mika considered giving up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she truly knew everything, had seen through his plans, his manipulations, his slow, patient seduction of her sisters—then what was the point?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could expose him with a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One message to the family group chat, one private conversation with each sister, and his carefully constructed web would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would be on guard. Every move he made would be anticipated, countered, thwarted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the daughters would turn against him, united in their horror at his betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she herself would not just watch. She would intervene. Personally. Forcefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would then have to resort to a much more direct approach, one that would not only be nearly impossible against such prepared opposition but would also tear the family apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos. Conflict. Destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he had worked for, everything he had dreamed of, crumbling to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt so helpless in that moment. So defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been so confident. Riding high, progressing at a good rate, feeling like he was on top of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, with this one revelation, it all seemed lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was on the edge of despair, genuinely feeling like everything he had tried so far had been for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even felt like crying because his dream, his vision of a future where his family was truly, completely his, was slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he genuinely started to tear up, he looked at the portal in front of him and realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look of intrigue appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oldest Battle Angel was not subtle. She was confrontational by nature, unafraid to speak her mind to anyone—outsiders, officials, even her own family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she had a problem, she would say it directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she was angry, she would scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she wanted to punish someone, she would do it with her own fists, looking them in the eye the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But right now? She had done none of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead an extremely small portal. Only her hand emerging. A single sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reprimand, no lecture, no demand that he stop. She was maintaining minimal contact, limiting her presence to the barest possible degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone else would have thought she was simply too ashamed or angry to look at him. That she couldn’t bear to see his face after what he had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika knew her. And he knew her blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, everything clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’She...can’t stop me.’\u003C\u002Fp>",1665,"2026-06-06T08:01:16.387Z",1,"novelbin.me","1daf709455f6c81739868b37b2187c2ca69a92a12746fa48a85910571de64dec","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-402","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-401",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]