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

Chapter 593: The True Princess Of The World

The Battle Angels were not amateurs when it came to mental attacks.

Throughout their lives, they had faced countless enemies who wielded psychic abilities—mind readers, dream walkers, puppeteers who could hijack a person’s will and turn allies into enemies.

They had developed defenses against such attacks, walls of mental fortitude that had withstood the assault of beings whose entire existence revolved around dominating the minds of others.

But they had never raised those defenses against Charlotte.

How could they? She was their daughter. Their niece. Their beloved little girl.

The thought of treating her as a threat was so absurd that it never even crossed their minds.

And even if some small part of them had wondered whether Charlotte’s blessing might be affecting them—it was already too late.

The influence had been working on them for years before her power ever awakened.

They had no baseline to compare against, no memory of a time when they weren’t being subtly influenced.

There was also the simple fact that no one believed a child’s blessing could truly affect them in any meaningful way.

They were Battle Angels after all, their minds were fortresses.

The idea that a four-year-old girl, however powerful her potential, could passively override their defenses was simply unthinkable.

But Charlotte’s blessing didn’t need to override anything.

It had been invited in, welcomed, nurtured over years of close contact and unconditional love.

It had grown alongside her, strengthening as she grew, becoming more potent with every passing day.

And by the time anyone might have noticed something amiss, it was far, far too late.

—

Charlotte herself had no idea what was happening.

In her mind, the world worked exactly as it should.

She asked for things, and she received them.

She made decisions, and everyone agreed.

The initial arguments that her mothers and aunts sometimes offered were just part of the game—a brief resistance that she knew would eventually crumble, as it always did.

She didn’t question it. Why would she? This was simply how life worked

Of course, if she asked for something absolutely absurd like telling a Battle Angel to go kill someone that would immediately snap them out of it and make them regain some level of control.

But Charlotte never asked such things. She was much more childish with her desires.

So it really didn’t bother them at all. There were no alarms going off in their heads about what she was asking for.

And because of this, Charlotte’s ego only grew more and more.

She already knew her position in the world. And seeing that even her mothers spoiled her, she felt as if she truly was the queen of the world.

Which, in truth, she was.

She basically had control over her the very same family with the most powerful existences in the world.

So that actually meant she truly was a princess who ruled over the world.

Charlotte’s childish words had come true in a very strange manner.

—

But of course, there was one person in the family who knew something was definitely off.

Someone who sensed that something really strange was going on.

That person was, of course, Mika himself.

Unlike the others, Mika was simply not influenced by Charlotte’s blessing at all.

His body was not normal. His birth itself was already strange, with him being an absolute mana reactor.

But his mind was also extremely secured, so much so that even the Battle Angels themselves couldn’t comprehend it.

Trying to attack Mika’s mind was not easy.

Of course, maybe if Charlotte had actively used her blessing on Mika back then, there was a chance she could have influenced him.

But Charlotte truly did not know how to do that. She was just a child, and her passive influence was all she had.

Because of this, Mika was the only person in the household who treated Charlotte exactly as she deserved to be treated.

And Charlotte did not appreciate it one bit.

"Mika! Mika, come play with me!"

Charlotte stood in the doorway of the library, her expression one of royal command.

Mika didn’t even look up from his book. "I’m busy."

"You’re always busy!"

Charlotte planted her hands on her hips, her lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

"You’ve been in here for hours. Your brain is going to melt if you keep reading. Come outside and play with me instead!"

"My brain is fine. Go play with Anya."

"Anya is boring today. She just wants to read her stupid books."

"I’m also reading a book."

"But you’re not boring!" Charlotte grabbed his arm and tugged. "Please, Mika? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top and cherries and sprinkles and—"

"No."

"I’ll be your best friend forever!"

"You’re already annoying. Why would I want you as a best friend?"

Charlotte gasped, scandalized. "I am NOT annoying! I’m delightful! Everyone says so!"

"Everyone is wrong."

"Mika!" She stamped her foot, her face flushing with indignation. "You’re supposed to say yes!"

"That’s how it works! I ask for something, and people say yes!"

"Then ask someone who isn’t me."

"But I want YOU!"

Mika turned a page in his book, utterly unruffled.

"Wanting something doesn’t mean you get it."

Charlotte stared at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

This was not how things were supposed to go.

When she asked for things, people gave them to her. When she wanted attention, people lavished it upon her.

That was the natural order of the universe, as unchangeable as gravity.

But Mika didn’t follow the natural order. Mika never had.

"Fine!" Charlotte spun on her heel, her eyes burning with frustrated tears. "I’m going to tell Mama! She’ll make you play with me!"

"Go ahead."

"I WILL!"

She stormed out of the library, her small footsteps echoing through the halls.

Mika watched her go, then returned to his book without a flicker of concern.

True to her word, Charlotte went straight to Yelena.

She found her mother in the training yard, practicing her sword forms, and threw herself into her arms with all the dramatic flair of a tragedy heroine.

"Mama! Mika is being MEAN to me!"

Yelena caught her daughter automatically, her sword dissipating into motes of light.

"What happened?"

"I asked him to play with me and he said NO! He called me annoying! He said he didn’t want to be my best friend!"

Charlotte buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, her voice trembling with theatrical despair.

"Make him play with me, Mama. Please. I just want to spend time with him!"

Yelena hesitated. The rational part of her mind knew that Mika had every right to refuse.

He was busy. He was studying. Charlotte couldn’t expect everyone to drop everything whenever she demanded attention.

But the other part of her mind, the part that had been quietly reshaped by years of passive influence whispered that Charlotte’s request was perfectly reasonable.

What harm would it do for Mika to take a short break?

Charlotte was so adorable, so earnest in her desire to play.

How could anyone deny her such a simple request?

"I’ll talk to him." Yelena heard herself say.

Charlotte’s face lit up. "Really? You will?"

"Yes. But Charlotte, you need to understand that Mika is allowed to say no sometimes. You can’t always—"

"Thank you, Mama! You’re the best! I love you so much!"

And before Yelena could finish her thought, Charlotte had already raced off, her earlier distress completely forgotten.

Yelena found Mika exactly where Charlotte had left him, still absorbed in his book.

"Mika." She began. "Charlotte tells me you refused to play with her."

"I’m busy." His voice was calm, far too mature for a child his age. "I told her that. She didn’t listen."

"She’s very upset."

"She’ll get over it."

Yelena opened her mouth to argue—and stopped.

What was she doing? Mika was right. He was busy. He had every right to decline Charlotte’s invitation.

Why was she here, interrupting his studies, to pressure him into something he clearly didn’t want to do?

But the thought slipped away before it could fully form, replaced by a vague sense that she should try harder, push a little more, make sure Charlotte got what she wanted.

"Perhaps." Yelena said slowly. "You could take a short break. Just fifteen minutes. It would mean so much to her."

Mika stared at her for a long moment. There was something in his gaze that made Yelena feel strangely exposed.

"No." He said finally. "I’m not going to play with her just because she threw a tantrum. That’s exactly why she keeps throwing tantrums."

"Because everyone gives her what she wants."

"Mika—"

"If you keep spoiling her, she’s going to grow up thinking the world revolves around her." He turned back to his book. "Someone needs to tell her no."

Yelena stood there for a moment, caught between her natural instincts and the invisible force that was pushing her to argue further.

The natural instincts won—barely.

"Perhaps you’re right." She admitted, the words feeling strange in her mouth. "I’ll...I’ll talk to Charlotte about boundaries."

"Good luck."

—

Similar scenes played out again and again over the years.

At the dinner table, Charlotte would spot something on Mika’s plate and demand that he share it with her.

"Give me some of your chicken!"

"No. You have your own chicken."

"But yours looks better! I want it!"

"Then I’ll give you the recipe and you go ahead and make it yourself like I did."

"MIKA!"

Or she would decide, with absolute certainty, that they should wear matching outfits whenever they went out in public.

She would appear at his door with a set of coordinated clothes, her face alight with excitement.

"Look! We can match! Won’t that be so cute?"

"No."

"But I already picked out the outfits! See, this one is yours, and this one is mine, and—"

"I’m not wearing matching clothes with you."

"Why not?!"

"Because I’m not a doll for you to dress up."

"You’re so MEAN!"

And off she would storm, stamping her feet and complaining to whoever would listen about how unfair Mika was, how stubborn, how completely immune to her charms.

Her mothers and aunts would soothe her and comfort her and, in their more lucid moments, gently suggest that perhaps Mika had a point.

But Charlotte never listened.

She couldn’t understand why Mika, of all people, refused to treat her the way everyone else did.

Mika, for his part, knew that something was wrong.