Chapter 23: I Need To Show Your Hand My Love

But beneath Mika’s current calm exterior, a flicker of worry stirred, he knew Charlotte’s mother, a force of nature in her own right, had been informed of the day’s events.

If she showed up, as she likely would, she’d storm in, scolding him for dodging her calls, for not visiting, and especially for putting himself in danger.

She hated seeing him at risk, her love for him as fierce as Charlotte’s, and Mika had no desire to face her lecture tonight.

He needed to leave, and soon, before her arrival turned the hospital into another battlefield, so he turned to Charlotte, ready to announce his departure, but the words caught in his throat as he gasped, his eyes widening.

Shockingly, Charlotte was holding his left hand, staring at it with a reverent, almost worshipful gaze, as if it were a sacred artifact.

Her fingers traced over his knuckles, her touch delicate but intense, her eyes shimmering with an awe that bordered on obsession.

She looked at his hand like it was her savior, something divine, something she’d give her life for.

The sight sent a chill through him, a bad feeling coiling in his gut, and he forced an awkward smile, his voice hesitant but light.

"W-What are you doing, Charlotte? Why are you staring at my hand like that? It’s not made of chocolate or anything." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, gently tugging his hand to pull it free. "Come on, let go."

But Charlotte didn’t budge.

Instead, her grip tightened, her hands pressing his deeper against her chest, his fingers sinking into the soft warmth of her breasts, her heartbeat rapid beneath his palm.

Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with a strange intensity, stayed locked on his hand as she spoke, her voice low and hypnotic, tinged with awe.

"I’m just...remembering, Mika♡~ This hand, this is the one that saved me earlier♡~"

"When that truck was coming, you used your other hand to swing that girl out of the way. But this one, your left hand, you used to push me clear...You saved my life with this hand, not even thinking about yourself♡~"

Her voice trembled with reverence, her fingers tracing the lines of his palm, her touch slow and sensual, as if memorizing every ridge.

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"Without this hand, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be the one on this bed, going through all those stupid tests, while you watched over me♡~"

"This hand...it’s divine, Mika. No one else has hands like these, so strong, so heroic!♡~"

Mika’s face twitched, his exhaustion deepening as he winced, his voice awkward but firm.

"I’m glad you’re grateful, Charlotte, but you don’t need to make a big deal out of it. It’s just a hand. Can you let go now? I’d really appreciate it."

He tugged again, more insistently, but her grip was unyielding, her hands pressing his deeper into her chest, her breasts enveloping his fingers in their softness, her warmth radiating through him.

Charlotte’s smile also grew, her eyes flickering with pink specks, a telltale sign of her power stirring, her SSS-tier blessing leaking through her human form, pushing her into an abnormal state.

"No, Mika..." She murmured, her voice sultry, almost trance, like, as she lifted his hand closer, her lips brushing his knuckles. "I can’t just let go. This hand deserves more than a simple thank you."

"...It’s my duty to show it the appreciation it needs!♡~"

Her fingers slid over his, caressing the rigid muscles of his hand, tracing the calloused edges of his palm, her touch sensual and deliberate.

"These thick, burly hands...they need to know how much I love them, how grateful I am!♡~"

Before Mika could protest, Charlotte did something shocking.

She pulled his hand to her lips, her eyes locked on his, and slowly slid two of his fingers into her mouth.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her lips closed around them, warm and wet, her tongue swirling over his skin with a reverent intensity, sucking gently as if savoring him.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Her breath was hot, her tongue gliding along the length of his fingers, coating them in her saliva, her eyes half, closed with a lustful, worshipful gaze, while Mika’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck as he cried out, his voice a blend of shock and exasperation.

"Charlotte, what the hell are you doing!? Why are you sucking my fingers like that?! You’re not a baby you’re way too old for this!"

He tried to pull his hand free, his voice rising.

"If you want to suck on something, I’ll buy you a pacifier! Just let go!"

But Charlotte shook her head, her lips popping off his fingers with a soft, wet sound, leaving them glistening with her saliva.

"No..." She said, her voice husky, the pink in her eyes deepening, her gaze almost manic. "This is how I show my gratitude, Mika. This hand saved me it deserves my love!♡~"

She pulled his hand back, her tongue darting out to lick his palm, her breath hot against his skin as she panted softly, her eyes gleaming with a lustful devotion.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

She sucked his fingers again, deeper this time, her lips sliding down to the knuckles, her tongue swirling in slow, erotic circles, leaving a trail of slick warmth.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

She then moved to his other fingers, sucking each one with the same fervent care, her saliva coating his hand as she licked between his fingers, her tongue tracing every curve, her breaths coming in soft, needy gasps.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

"Charlotte, stop it!" Mika’s face flushed deeper, his voice strained as he tried to pull away, his resistance only fueling her intensity. "This is ridiculous!"

But her grip was relentless, her breasts pressing harder against his arm, the soft curves enveloping his hand as she rubbed herself against him, her tongue sliding over his palm in long, languid strokes.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She pushed four fingers into her mouth now, her lips stretching around them, her tongue swirling with a desperate, almost primal need, her eyes glowing with a pinkish hue that signaled her succubus-like state, her power overwhelming her human restraint.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

She panted, her breaths hot and ragged, her gaze locked on his hand as if it were her entire world, her body trembling with adoration and desire and in response Mika groaned, his exasperation giving way to a resigned understanding as he recognized the signs.

He’d seen this before, not just with Charlotte, but with the other four daughters, each burdened with SSS-tier blessings that their human bodies struggled to contain.

The power was too much, leaking out in moments of emotional overload, manifesting as heightened states often emotional, sometimes physical, and, in Charlotte’s case, intensely sexual.

It was a side effect of their divine gifts, amplified by puberty’s chaos, their bodies unable to fully harness the energy within.

For Charlotte, her relief from the accident, her love for Mika, and her possessive devotion had triggered this state, pushing her into a frenzy of desire that focused on him, the one person she trusted completely, the one she knew wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability.

And seeing her in this state, hesighed, his voice softening but still tinged with frustration.

"Charlotte, I get it. You’re overwhelmed, and your blessing’s acting up again. But you’ve got to calm down. This isn’t you, it’s the power talking."

He tried to pull his hand free, but her grip was iron, her lips still teasing his fingers, her tongue leaving slick trails as she panted softly, her eyes glowing brighter.

"You know this happens when you get too worked up. The others do it too, your sisters, all of you, with those damn blessings."

"...It’s like puberty on steroids, and I’m stuck dealing with it!"

Hearing this, Charlotte’s lips parted, releasing his fingers with a soft, wet pop, her saliva glistening on his hand as she looked up at him, her voice breathy but earnest.

"It’s not just the blessing, Mika. It’s you...You saved me, and I can’t help it, I need to show you how much that means!♡~"

She pressed his hand against her cheek, her skin warm and flushed, her eyes shimmering with pink as she leaned closer, her breasts rubbing against his arm, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I trust you, Mika!♡~ You’re the only one who gets me like this, who I’d let see me like this. My hand, my savior, it deserves everything I’ve got!♡~"

Mika’s face softened, though his exasperation lingered, his voice gentle but firm.

"I appreciate that, Charlotte, but you’re going too far. You don’t need to...worship my hand to thank me. Just chill, okay?..We’ve got to get out of here before your mom shows up and starts chewing me out." He glanced at the window, the night’s darkness a reminder of the time slipping away, and tugged at his hand again, his voice coaxing. "Come on, let’s go get that ice cream. You can cool off with some sprinkles."

Charlotte’s smile wavered, her pink-tinged eyes flickering with reluctance, but she didn’t let go, her fingers tightening as she pressed his hand deeper against her chest, her voice soft but insistent.

"I-I don’t want to let go, Mika. Not yet. This hand...it’s mine to love, just like you are♡~

Her tongue darted out, licking his palm once more, a slow, passionate stroke that sent a shiver through him, her gaze locked on his with a desperate, loving intensity.

Mika sighed, his resolve wavering as he recognized his duty to care for her in these moments, to anchor her when her power overwhelmed her.

It was a responsibility he’d carried for all five daughters, their trust in him a weight he both cherished and dreaded.

He knew, in that moment, that this was his job, his cross to bear...and honestly, he kind of enjoyed it.

Being the man he was, being licked and sucked by this while enveloped in the breath of a goddess felt pretty darn good, so he simply let her do whatever she wanted with his hands while he looked away, hoping to God that her mother wouldn’t suddenly materialize.

Because explaining why her daughter was enthusiastically licking his hand like a very devoted, slightly damp Labrador was not on his bingo card for the day...