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

Chapter 594: Spoiled Rotten

At first, Mika thought it was simply favoritism.

Charlotte was the youngest, the most vibrant, the most outwardly affectionate.

It made a certain kind of sense that everyone would dote on her a little more.

But as time passed and the pattern became more pronounced, Mika began to suspect that something deeper was at work.

"It’s not fair!" Astrid would stomp her feet. "Why does Charlotte get extra dessert and I don’t?"

"Because you’re not as cute as me." Charlotte would reply with a smug grin, sticking out her tongue.

"Charlotte, that’s not nice." Fauna would say, but there was no real bite to her words. "And Astrid, you were given the same amount as everyone else."

"But she got more!"

"Because she asked nicely."

"I asked nicely too!"

"You stomped your feet and whined."

The Battle Angels would just ignore the commotion and chide them, saying it wasn’t like that. But Mika definitely knew they were spoiling Charlotte.

—

Then there were more signs like the interviews.

Yelena had always been adamant about keeping her children out of the media.

The Battle Angels were public figures, yes, but their daughters deserved privacy.

This was a rule that Yelena enforced without exception.

Except when Charlotte asked to come along.

"It’ll be fun!" Charlotte had insisted, bouncing on her heels. "I want to see what you do!"

"Please, Mama? I’ll be really good! I won’t cause any trouble!"

"No, Charlotte. The interviews are not a place for children."

"Please? Pretty please? I promise I’ll sit quietly the whole time!"

"Charlotte—"

"I’ll be your best assistant! I’ll hand you things! I’ll smile at the cameras! Everyone will love it!"

And somehow, impossibly Yelena had agreed.

Not only had she agreed, but she had seemed genuinely happy about it, as if taking her young daughter to a press event was the most natural thing in the world.

Charlotte had attended the interview, had charmed the reporters, had even answered a few questions with the confidence of a seasoned politician.

The footage had gone viral. The public had adored her.

And Yelena had never once questioned why she had broken her own rule.

—

It was the same with the Maiden of War. She had this very strict, military discipline in the family.

She never let anyone stay up too late or wake up too late in the morning.

But when it came to Charlotte, she got to do whatever she wanted at night.

She watched late-night TV.

She woke up late in the morning and came to breakfast whenever she pleased.

And the Maiden of War wouldn’t complain at all.

Mika had asked her about it once.

"Why doesn’t Charlotte have to follow the schedule?"

"She’s...different."

"Different how?"

"She’s young. She needs her rest."

"I’m literally a year younger then her and you make me obey a curfew."

The Maiden of War had frowned, as if the question had genuinely confused her. "It’s not the same."

"Why isn’t it the same?"

But she hadn’t been able to answer. She had simply shaken her head, muttered something about needing to prepare for training, and walked away.

—

But the incident with the Maiden of Fate was what truly alarmed him.

He had been walking past her study late one evening when he heard Charlotte’s voice inside.

That wasn’t unusual—Charlotte was everywhere, always, her presence filling whatever space she occupied.

But something about the tone of the conversation made him pause.

"Please, Auntie? Just a little peek?"

"Charlotte, we’ve discussed this. Divining the future is not a game. Every glimpse carries consequences—"

"But I really need to know! It’s important!"

Mika peered through the crack in the door. The Maiden of Fate was seated at her desk, her expression strained.

Charlotte stood before her, those irresistible eyes fixed on her aunt with laser intensity.

"Please?" Charlotte pressed. "I’ll never ask again. I promise."

The Maiden of Fate hesitated. Mika saw her fingers twitch, saw the conflict playing out across her features.

And then, slowly, reluctantly, she reached out and brushed her fingers against the invisible threads of destiny.

The color drained from her face.

"Charlotte." She whispered. "I...I can’t..."

"Just a little more! You already started!"

"I shouldn’t have—this was a mistake—"

"Please! Please, please, please—"

The Maiden of Fate’s nose began to bleed, which she quickly covered up. Her hands trembled.

And still, she kept pushing, kept violating her own ironclad rules because Charlotte had asked her to.

Mika had seen enough. He pushed open the door.

"That’s enough."

Both Charlotte and the Maiden of Fate turned to look at him. Charlotte’s expression was indignant.

The Maiden of Fate’s was...strange. Almost dazed.

"Mika, this doesn’t concern you." Charlotte said, not even realising that her Aunt was suffering.

"Yes, it does." He walked over to the Maiden of Fate and placed his hand on her shoulder. "You need to stop. You’re hurting yourself."

The Maiden of Fate blinked. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes—awareness, confusion, a hint of alarm.

Then the dazed expression returned, and she smiled weakly.

"It’s alright, Mika. Charlotte just asked me a simple question. There’s no harm in—"

"There’s blood on your face." He whispered.

She touched her upper lip and stared at the crimson on her fingertips as if seeing it for the first time.

"I...I don’t..."

"Charlotte." Mika turned to face the girl who had caused this. "Go to your room."

"What?! You can’t tell me what to do!"

"Go. To. Your. Room."

Something in his voice that was cold and utterly immovable made Charlotte’s protests die in her throat.

She looked at Mika, then at her aunt, then back at Mika. For once in her life, she had no clever retort.

"Fine." She muttered, and fled.

Mika turned back to the Maiden of Fate. She was staring at the blood on her fingers, her expression slowly shifting from dazed confusion to genuine bewilderment.

"What...What just happened?" She whispered.

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"I don’t...I don’t know why I did that. Charlotte asked me to look into her future, and I told her no, and then..."

She pressed her hand to her forehead.

"And then I was doing it anyway. I couldn’t stop myself. Why couldn’t I stop myself?"

Mika didn’t have an answer.

But from that moment on, he knew with absolute certainty that something was very, very wrong with how the family treated Charlotte.

—

He tried to bring it up. Of course he did.

"They’re spoiling her too much." He told Yelena one afternoon. "Charlotte gets whatever she wants, and the others don’t. It’s not fair."

Yelena looked at him with fond exasperation.

"Mika, you’re not jealous of Charlotte, are you?"

"I’m not jealous! I’m concerned. It’s not normal, the way everyone treats her."

"She’s just very charming. You know how she is."

"That’s not—"

"Mika." Yelena pulled him into a hug, and Mika felt his arguments dissolve against the warmth of her embrace.

"You’re a good boy for worrying about Charlotte. But Charlotte is fine. She’s just...special. You’ll understand when you’re older."

Mika wanted to argue further. He wanted to point out that "special" didn’t explain why the Maiden of Fate had bled just to answer a child’s question.

He wanted to demand that someone, anyone, take this seriously.

But Yelena’s mind was already influenced.

The gentle fog of Charlotte’s blessing had settled over her thoughts, redirecting her concerns, smoothing away her suspicions.

She couldn’t see the problem because the problem itself was preventing her from seeing it.

The same thing happened with the other Battle Angels.

With Nadia, who simply shook her head and said Mika was overthinking things.

With the Maiden of War, who laughed and ruffled his hair and told him that siblings always thought the youngest got special treatment.

With Fauna, who listened sympathetically and then gently explained that Charlotte’s needs were simply different from her sisters.

Even the Maiden of Fate, the one person who should have recognized what was happening, couldn’t see it.

When Mika confronted her about the incident in her study, she waved it off.

"I was just tired that day. I pushed myself too hard. Charlotte had nothing to do with it."

"You were bleeding."

"From overexertion. It happens sometimes when I push my sight too far."

"You never push your sight too far. You’re always careful. You’ve lectured me a dozen times about how dangerous it is to use your blessing recklessly."

The Maiden of Fate hesitated. For just a moment, something flickered in her eyes.

But then it was gone, smoothed over by the invisible influence that had been shaping her thoughts for years.

"Charlotte is different." She said finally. "She’s...She’s special."

"That’s what everyone keeps saying. But no one can explain why."

"Because it doesn’t need explaining. She’s family. We love her. That’s enough."

As for Fauna...

"Fauna, why do you give Charlotte whatever she wants?"

Fauna looked up from her test results, surprised. "I don’t give her whatever she wants."

"You do. She asked for extra dessert yesterday, and you gave it to her. But when Anya asked for extra dessert, you said no."

"Anya had already had enough sugar."

"Charlotte had more than Anya."

"Did she?"

"Yes. I was there. I counted."

Fauna was quiet for a moment. Then she said.

"Perhaps I was just in a good mood."

"Every time?"

"...Mika, why are you so concerned about this?"

"Because it’s not fair. To the others. They notice it. They complain about it. And you just ignore them."

Fauna’s expression softened. She reached out and pulled Mika into a hug.

"I’m sorry, my dear. I didn’t realize it was bothering you so much."

"It’s not bothering me. It’s bothering them. Astrid and Anya. They feel like Charlotte is the favorite."

"Oh, sweetheart—"

"Just...please. Think about it. Please."

Fauna was silent for a long time. Then she said. "I will."

But Mika knew she wouldn’t. Not really. Because Charlotte’s influence was already too deep.

And Fauna, like the others, couldn’t see it.

—

The one thing that might have helped was identifying Charlotte’s blessing and using that as evidence.

But that was impossible because her blessing’s passive effects and its active manifestation seemed completely unrelated.

Initially, her blessing had only shown its dream-walking capabilities.

Charlotte could enter other people’s dreams, could shape them and play in them and experience adventures while her body slept peacefully in her bed.

It was a whimsical power, perfectly suited to a child’s imagination.

No one connected it to the subtle mind control that had been affecting the household for years.

How could they? Dream-walking and mental domination appeared to be completely different abilities.

The thought that Charlotte’s blessing might encompass both simply didn’t occur to anyone.

Except Mika. And even he couldn’t piece it together without more evidence.

—

For a while, Mika let it go.

Charlotte’s demands were childish and harmless, and the family’s indulgence of her, while frustrating, didn’t seem to be causing any real damage.

She was spoiled, yes.

She was arrogant, absolutely.

But she wasn’t hurting anyone. The Battle Angels still functioned. The household still ran smoothly.

The world still turned.

So Mika stopped trying to convince them.

He focused on his studies instead, pouring his energy into the research that would eventually change everything.

He watched from the sidelines as Charlotte continued to charm her way through life, and he kept his concerns to himself.

But eventually, things began to change.