SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All! Chapter 468: Justice Served On The Bed

Before she could find her voice, Mika spoke.

"Hold on, Nadia." His voice was calm, asured. "I think you’re misunderstanding the situation."

"Misunderstanding?" Her eyes narrowed. "I just watched you sleep with another man’s wife. The empress of an entire realm. What is there to misunderstand?"

He didn’t flinch. "I did sleep with her. I won’t deny that. I had my fun, and she had hers." He paused. "But I won’t accept the label of soone who ruins happy relationships."

She stared at him. "What are you saying? I just saw—"

"You saw having sex with her, yes. But what if their relationship wasn’t as happy as you think"

"What if there was disharmony?"

"What if one party was completely unfaithful long before I ever entered the picture?"

She went still.

"What if the husband was holding secrets that would destroy everything you think you know about their ’perfect’ marriage?"

Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"What are you saying, Mika?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "What are you getting at?"

He leaned closer, his eyes dark and serious.

"I’m saying that before I ever touched the empress, her husband had already broken their marriage in ways you can’t imagine."

"I’m saying that the beautiful love story you’ve romanticized in your head is nothing but a lie."

He held her gaze.

"The question isn’t whether I seduced another man’s wife. The question is—was there ever really a marriage to ruin in the first place?"

Nadia felt the shape of the truth forming in her mind, and it was horrible. Even so, she found it nearly impossible to believe.

The story of the elven empress and her commoner husband was legendary—a fairy tale that had inspired countless romances across multiple realms.

To hear that it was all built on lies seed almost blasphemous.

Mika decided to enlighten her.

"The truth is..."

He said, his voice calm but cutting.

"...everyone thinks their marriage is happy. Everyone thinks their love story is pure and beautiful. But that’s the last thing the truth actually is."

Nadia’s breath caught.

"Their entire relationship was built on lies. Lies orchestrated entirely by another party."

"Another party?" She repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

He nodded. "The empress’s brother."

She gasped. The pieces began to click together, even as she struggled to accept them.

"The elven society is matriarchal." Mika continued. "The crown passes to the daughter, not the son. And the princess was always a far better ruler than her brother could ever hope to be. The people loved her."

"The brother knew he couldn’t defeat her in open conflict, so he chose more...underhanded thods."

He leaned back, his expression hardening.

"He found a man. A commoner with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Mr. Velhor. He fed him information—everything about the princess. Her likes, her dislikes, her dreams, her fears."

"He orchestrated their first eting in the elven forest, made it look like an accident. He planned every subsequent encounter, every conversation, every carefully tid coincidence. And he instructed his pawn to seduce her."

Nadia’s gaze drifted across the room, landing on Mr. Velhor.

The handso elf was still surrounded by sycophants, smiling, nodding, playing the part of the devoted husband.

But now she saw him differently.

The tenderness she had once perceived in his eyes now seed like calculation. The charm now felt like manipulation.

"And it worked." Mika said. "She fell for him. Fell hard. Believed it was fate. Believed she had found her true love."

His voice dropped, becoming almost gentle.

"For years, she lived in that illusion. They married. Had a daughter. Built a life. And then...the truth ca out. Slowly at first, then all at once. She discovered what her brother had done. What her husband really was."

Nadia’s hands clenched in her lap.

"But by then, it was too late. Exposing the truth would have destroyed the hierarchy of the elven realm. It would have given her brother exactly what he wanted—chaos, instability, an excuse to seize power. And she couldn’t do that to her people. To her daughter."

"So she stayed. Smiled for the caras. Played the part of the happy empress. While inside, she was dying."

Mika looked at Nadia, and there was sothing almost vulnerable in his expression.

"When I first approached her, my intentions were...not pure. I wanted revenge for you. For the way her husband had treated you over the years."

"I thought seducing his wife would be the perfect punishnt."

Nadia stared at him in dismay. He said it almost like it was a good deed.

Mika laughed lightly, a little embarrassed.

"With that intention in mind, I went after the Empress. And I succeeded pretty decently at first. On the second ti we t, we were having lunch together and having quite a good conversation."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

"But I think I got a little too close. She started talking about her worries. She was hesitant at first, but I wanted more, so I coaxed it out slowly...and she actually admitted everything.

"She talked about how they would constantly fight in private, how she didn’t want to break up the marriage for her daughter’s sake, and so many other painful things. Honestly, in that mont, seeing her in tears...even I felt bad for her."

He rubbed his forehead like he was getting a headache just rembering it.

"Not to ntion..." He quickly added. "I don’t think I would have gone through with what I originally had in mind. I don’t think I would have done anything with the Empress at that ti."

Nadia was surprised.

"Why, Mika? You aren’t soone who would give up halfway through sothing. Even though what you’re doing is...morally wrong, I don’t believe you would give up so easily."

"So why exactly did you think of stopping?"

Mika looked at her with a thoughtful gaze, then smiled softly. "It’s because of you, Nadia."

She blinked, caught off guard.

"I kept thinking about you at that ti." He explained, voice warm. "What you taught over the years, how you yourself have so much power yet you always reined it in and played fair according to the rules."

"All your years of teaching to be a gentleman just pushed away from the thought of destroying another woman’s happy relationship just because I didn’t like the person she was with."

"Because of that, I realized I didn’t want to do that at all. I was actually thinking of completely pulling away."

Nadia hadn’t expected that at all. The words filled her with a warm, safe glow—like she was looking at a young disciple who had truly taken her lessons to heart. It made her proud and happy in a way she couldn’t quite describe.

But then Mika’s grin suddenly turned evil again.

"Of course, that all changed when I heard the Empress’s side of the story. At first I felt bad for her, pitied her, consoled her, and thought about giving her so advice and not doing anything else."

"But then I realized it was an opportunity—not just for her, but for as well—to get proper revenge against her husband. She really hated him at that point. All the love she had for him was completely gone once she realized the truth, so she quite disliked him."

"I used that to my advantage." He snickered.

"Through so carefully formulated words and a few suggestions here and there, I made the Empress realize exactly how she could get her revenge. And of course, the Empress was already quite fond of , so she imdiately agreed."

"That’s how our relationship got so hot and spicy."

He looked rather proud of himself for the decision he had co to with the Empress.

Nadia was quiet for a mont, thinking. Then she asked, voice soft.

"When exactly did this relationship begin, Mika?"

"About four years ago or sothing."

Hearing this, the pieces clicked instantly in Nadia’s head.

She had known the elven Empress for more than twenty years.

And about ten years ago, the Empress had suddenly beco much more withdrawn from the world—refusing to et people, and even when she did, she would force a smile, but there was always a hidden sadness in her eyes.

People had speculated endlessly about what was going on, but no one could put their finger on it.

Everything on the surface had seed fine.

Now Nadia understood. That must have been when the Empress realized her husband was a fraud and the entire relationship was fake.

And then, four years ago, the Empress had changed again.

The light had returned to her eyes. The vibrancy had co back. She seed almost like her old self—laughing more, engaging more, living more.

Nadia looked at Mika.

He had done that. Her son had brought the Empress back to life. Not just through the physical intimacy—though that was clearly part of it—but through genuine connection.

Through being soone she could trust. Soone who understood her pain and didn’t judge her for it.

"So, tell , Nadia." Mika’s voice was quiet, almost challenging. "Are you going to tell I did sothing wrong? That helping a woman escape her misery, giving her a reason to live again—that’s bad?"

Nadia thought about it for a mont and finally shaking her head.

"No, Mika. I can’t say that."

She reached out and took his hand.

"Before, I was disappointed. I thought you had ruined soone else’s relationship. I thought you had acted against everything I taught you. But now..."

She looked down at their joined hands, then back up at him.

"Now I realize that not only did you have regrets about what you were doing, but you also helped another woman heal. Gave her a way to release her sorrow. Gave her sothing to hold onto."

A small, embarrassed smile crossed her lips.

"I an...the way you did it was certainly unconventional. But I really don’t mind. You seem to have genuinely helped her. And I know you’re a good person, Mika. So I don’t think much of it."

He smiled, but her expression grew thoughtful.

"That said...about four years ago, the crown princess faction took a massive hit. Their support scattered under mysterious circumstances."

She looked at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"Don’t tell that was also you."

Mika looked away, suddenly interested in a spot on the far wall.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

She waited.

"Soone once told that injustice should not go unpunished." He said. "So I decided to stick with that philosophy. And maybe I did sothing. A little sothing."

Nadia’s eyes widened in surprise. That was exactly sothing she had said to him years ago.

She realized, even now, after everything, he was still thinking about her, still trying to act in the direction she had taught him.

She was still disturbed, of course. Her son had beco a playboy.

A seducer of married won. A man who used his body as a weapon and his charm as a tool.

But she couldn’t deny the results. And she couldn’t deny that he had done it all without a guilty conscience, so there was really nothing she could say.

But just as Nadia was beginning to feel relieved—almost proud, even, that Mika had channeled his rage into sothing that resembled justice for suffering won—he opened his mouth again.

"Honestly?"

He leaned back, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"After going on that first...excursion, I got a taste for it."

She jerked upright, turning to stare at him.

"Not the taste of playing around with another man’s wife." He clarified, waving a hand. "That’s its own thing. Its own...flavor."

Her face heated. She hated how her body reacted when he said things like that—the casual way he talked about sex, about other won, about things a mother should never have to hear from her son.

But she couldn’t stop listening.

"What I an is, I got a taste for helping won. Won who were clearly suffering because of their husbands."

"Whether it was cheating, or making decisions behind their backs, or—in so cases—outright abuse."

His expression darkened.

"Among your political enemies, there were plenty of n who weren’t treating their wives properly. And I decided that if no one else was going to bring them justice, I would."