SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 591: Irrestible Charm

"Mama!" Charlotte burst into Yelena’s study without knocking, as she always did. "I require your immediate attention!"

Yelena looked up from the reports she had been reviewing.

Back then, she had countless responsibilities.

But none of that mattered when her daughter came calling.

"What is it, Charlotte?"

"I have decided that I want a pony."

"A pony?"

"Yes! A magical pony! With wings. And a horn. I want it to be purple!"

Yelena set down her pen. "Charlotte, we’ve discussed this. You can’t have a winged unicorn pony just because you want one."

"Why not?"

"Because they don’t exist."

"Then make one exist! You’re a Battle Angel! You can do anything!"

"Being a Battle Angel doesn’t mean I can create mythical creatures out of thin air."

Charlotte crossed her arms, her expression one of supreme displeasure. "I think you’re just not trying hard enough."

"Charlotte—"

"I’m going to tell Aunt Fauna that you’re being unreasonable. She’ll get me a pony. She’s nice."

"Your Auntie Fauna is going to tell you the same thing I’m telling you."

"Then I’ll tell Auntie Nadia! She controls the earth! She can just...grow a pony!"

"That’s not how it works."

"Or Auntie War Maiden! She can fight a pony into existence!"

"She also cannot—"

"Or Big Auntie! She can see the future! She can look into the future and find a timeline where I have a pony and then bring that pony here!"

Yelena stared at her daughter. Charlotte stared back, utterly unrepentant.

"You’re not going to let this go, are you?" Yelena finally asked.

"Absolutely not! I will continue to demand a pony until one materializes. This is my vow."

Yelena sighed, a deep, parental sigh that contained multitudes.

"How about a compromise? I’ll get you a regular pony. No wings. No horn. Not purple."

Charlotte considered this for a moment. "What color?"

"White?"

"Boring! What about sparkly?"

"Ponies are not sparkly."

"Can you make it sparkly?"

"No."

"Fine. I’ll accept a regular, non-sparkly pony. But I want you to know that I’m deeply disappointed in your performance as a mother today."

"Noted."

"And I expect you to make up for this failure in the future."

"Also noted."

Charlotte nodded regally. "You may now kiss my hand."

"I’m not kissing your hand."

"Mother!"

—

Her aunts fared no better.

"Auntie Fauna! Tell me I’m pretty!"

Fauna, who had been in the middle of brewing a particularly complex healing potion, looked down at the small child who had suddenly appeared at her elbow.

"You’re very pretty, Charlotte."

"Tell me I’m the prettiest!"

"You’re the prettiest."

"Prettier than Astrid?"

"Prettier than Astrid."

"Prettier than Anya?"

"Prettier than Anya."

"Prettier than everyone in the whole entire world?"

Fauna smiled, her gentle eyes crinkling with affection.

"Prettier than everyone in the whole entire world."

"Good." Charlotte beamed. "You’re my favorite aunt. Don’t tell the others."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I require a cookie as payment for my continued affection."

"I don’t think that’s how affection works—"

"Cookie, please."

Fauna, who was constitutionally incapable of denying Charlotte anything, produced a cookie from somewhere.

Charlotte accepted it with the gravity of a monarch receiving tribute.

"You may now pat my head."

Fauna patted her head.

"Satisfactory." Charlotte declared. "Your tribute has been accepted. You may continue your potion-making."

She swept out of the room with all the dignity of a four-year-old who had just successfully extorted a cookie from the most powerful healer in existence.

—

"Auntie Nadia!"

Nadia, who had been meditating in the garden—sitting perfectly still among the flowers, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and rhythmic did not open her eyes.

"Yes, Charlotte?"

"I have come to bestow upon you the honor of my company!"

"How generous of you."

"It is! You should be grateful!"

"I am deeply grateful."

Charlotte plopped down beside her aunt, entirely unconcerned with the fact that she was interrupting a meditation session that Nadia had been trying to complete for the past three days.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte curiously asked.

"I am attempting to achieve inner peace."

"That sounds boring."

"It is quite boring. That is, unfortunately, the point."

"Why would you want to do something boring on purpose?"

"Because achieving inner peace allows me to better control my emotions." Nadia sighee. "Which in turn allows me to better control my powers, which in turn prevents me from accidentally destroying things when I become upset."

Charlotte considered this. "That still sounds boring."

"It is."

"Then since you’re meditating, I have a philosophical question that will make your question life and help you achieve inner peace!"

Nadia finally opened her eyes and looked at her adorable niece who was now standing right in front of her with shining eyes.

"A philosophical question? From you?"

"Don’t sound so surprised." Charlotte proclaimed. "I’m very philosophical. I think about things all the time."

"Very well. What is your question?"

"Well, f I am the most important person in the world—which I am—then doesn’t it logically follow that everyone else’s primary purpose is to serve my needs and desires?"

Nadia stared at her for a long moment. "That’s not philosophy. That’s narcissism."

"Is it? I think it’s just common sense."

Charlotte climbed onto her aunt’s lap and settled in comfortably.

"Think about it. If someone is the best, most wonderful, most important person, then it’s everyone else’s duty to make sure that person is happy."

"Because if the most important person is happy, then the world is better for everyone."

"That’s...not how it works."

"Why not?"

"Because no one person is objectively more important than anyone else."

"See, that’s where you’re wrong." Charlotte patted Nadia’s hand condescendingly. "I am more important. It’s been scientifically proven."

"By whom?"

"By me! Just now. I conducted a study and the results were conclusive."

Nadia opened her mouth to argue, then apparently thought better of it.

She had learned, through long experience, that debating with Charlotte was like trying to hold back the tide with a teaspoon.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked instead.

"I would love some tea! With extra honey. And those little cookies you make. And you should serve it to me on a tray, like a proper princess."

"I am not serving you tea on a tray."

"Then I’ll get it myself, and I’ll be very sad and tragic about it, and you’ll feel guilty." She pouted.

Nadia sighed. "I’ll get the tray."

—

It wasn’t just Fauna and Nadia who found herself helpless before Charlotte’s relentless personality.

The same thing happened with the Maiden of War.

Despite all of them still being children, the Maiden of War insisted on training every one of her sisters relentlessly, putting them through grueling combat drills from sunrise to sunset.

Naturally, Charlotte wanted absolutely no part of it.

"Can I go play instead?"

"No." the Maiden of War would reply flatly. "Return to training."

"...Please?"

"No."

"...Pretty please?"

"No."

"...Pleeeeease?"

"..."

"...Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"

The Maiden of War would grit her teeth, stare at her for several long seconds...

"...Fine. Go."

The moment Charlotte happily skipped away, the rest of the sisters would immediately erupt in protest.

"That’s not fair!"

"Why does she get to leave?!"

The Maiden of War would simply point her spear at them.

"Less complaining. More training!"

The girls could only grumble under their breath as they resumed their exercises, while Charlotte happily spent the rest of the afternoon playing with her stuffed dolls without a single care in the world.

—

The Maiden of Fate wasn’t any different.

Almost every day, Charlotte would come running over with another endless barrage of questions.

"Auntie! Tell me about my future!"

The Maiden of Fate looked up from her calculations to find Charlotte standing before her, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Charlotte, we’ve discussed this. I can’t just—"

"But I want to know! What will I look like when I’m grown up?! Will I be pretty!?"

"You’ll be beautiful." The Maiden of Fate said, because that much was obvious even without prophetic sight.

"How beautiful? The most beautiful? More beautiful than everyone else!?"

"And when will I marry Mika!? How many babies will we have? I want at least five. Maybe six. Seven is too many, I think, but we can negotiate."

"Charlotte!"

"Please?" Charlotte deployed the eyes. The trembling lip. The hopeful expression that had felled greater beings than the Maiden of Fate.

"Just a little peek? I won’t tell anyone. I promise."

"It doesn’t work like that. Every glimpse of the future has consequences. The mere act of observing changes the outcome—"

"But you’ve done it before, right? For important things? This is important. I’m important!"

The Maiden of Fate opened her mouth to refuse.

Then she looked at her niece who believed with every fiber of her being that the universe existed to make her happy.

And against her better judgment, against all the rules she had set for herself, the Maiden of Fate reached out and brushed her fingers against the threads of destiny.

"You’ll have a daughter first." She said quietly. "She’ll have your smile."

Charlotte’s eyes went wide. "Really? A daughter!? What will her name be? Will she be pretty? Will she—"

"That’s all I can tell you. The rest is...uncertain."

"But—"

"No more, Charlotte." The Maiden of Fate’s voice was firm, but not unkind. "The future must remain a mystery. Even for princesses like you."

Charlotte pouted, wanting to ask even more questions.

Still...

She was satisfied.

She already knew she’d have a daughter.

And as for her future husband...

Mika, of course!

Who else could it possibly be?

By the time she skipped out of the room, she was already happily thinking of names for her future daughter.

But the moment the door closed—

"Cough...!"

The Maiden of Fate suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

Her face turned deathly pale as she steadied herself against the wall.

That was the price.

Peering into fate always came with consequences.

And yet, despite knowing exactly what it would cost her, she still did it.

Because when it came to Charlotte...

No one could ever bring themselves to say no.