MILFS or Yanderes, Which One Should I Choose!?
Milfs And Yanderes...Out of these two, which one would you pick?
The adoring, nurturing Milfs who'd spoil you rotten with soft caresses and gentle scoldings, and would happily let you rest your head on their pillowy chest after a hard day.
Or the dangerously devoted Yanderes, eyes gleaming with obsession, hearts beating only for you, girls who were willing to stain their hands red and erase the world for your sake—and also erase any other girl that gets too close to you.
Most would ask this as a playful debate with friends, a harmless fantasy, a question thrown into the air on a lazy afternoon.
But for Mika, this wasn’t a joke.
This was his everyday reality.
Born an orphan, but immediately embraced as family by the five most powerful women in the world, the legendary SSS-tier Battle Angels who once saved humanity from the apocalypse, he could be said to be one lucky guy.
Especially since from the moment they took him in, he was cherished, protected, and endlessly pampered, growing up surrounded by unmatched strength and unwavering love.
But it wasn’t just the angels who adored him.
Their daughters, raised beside him, didn’t see him as just family. Their affection ran deeper, darker, a devotion so intense, so obsessive, it danced dangerously close to madness to the extent that they wouldn't mind hunting one another down to with their own SSS-tier blessings that could level a city with a thought to make him notice them.
...And the mothers knew.
They saw the way their daughters clung to him, eyes filled with love and obsession. But they didn’t mind, if anything, they welcomed it.
To them, he was the perfect son-in-law, and they silently hoped their own daughter would be the one to claim his heart.
Even the daughters knew, or rather, believed, with unwavering certainty that he would fall for one of them. Each one convinced it was fate, that they were destined to be the one by his side.
Everyone thought so. The girls, the mothers, even the world around them.
Well...Everyone except Mika.
Because while they dreamed of his love, Mika’s eyes weren’t on the daughters at all.
No, his heart stirred for someone else entirely.
...Their mothers.
...The very Battle Angels who raised him.
Shockingly…Irresistibly…They were the ones he desired.
He knew he shouldn't feel this way, not for them. Not for the very women who raised him, protected him, loved him like their own. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the way his heart raced in their presence, the way his thoughts lingered on them late into the night.
It tore at him, the guilt, the desire, the confusion.
He couldn’t choose between the mothers or the daughters. He didn’t want to hurt any of them. Didn’t want to be insincere.
But everything changed the day he stopped trying to choose.
Because he realized…he didn’t have to.
He didn’t have to settle for one.
He could be greedy.
He could have all of them.
And the moment that wicked thought settled in his mind, a slow, brilliant smile spread across Mika’s face.
He no longer saw it as a dilemma, but a dream.
A future where all ten of them, the fierce, stunning mothers and their dangerously devoted daughters, were his.
Together...In his arms...On his bed...A tangled mess of love, obsession, and indulgence.
And for the first time, he truly looked forward to the chaos that future would bring...
