Chapter 124: Show Me Your Naked Cherries

Mika knew exactly what he was doing.

He knew. He knew exactly what that look meant.

She wasn’t just seeing him as her boy anymore. She wasn’t seeing him as the child she’d raised, or the son she should have kept at arm’s length.

No, those lines had already blurred, and now she was looking at him as a man. A man holding her, touching her, making her body shiver with anticipation.

It was exactly where he wanted her.

If he wanted, he could confront her right now. He could smirk, tip her chin up, and whisper that she was falling for him in ways she shouldn’t, that she was letting her own heart and body betray their relationship.

He could press her, force her to admit the truth that flickered behind her eyes.

But he didn’t.

No, of course not.

If he pushed her too directly, she’d recoil. The shame of it, the morality, the taboo, they would slam down on her like chains. She would panic, shove him away, and retreat into that cage of guilt.

And the last thing Mika wanted was to scare her off.

So he stayed patient. Patient and cunning. He let her linger in this place between denial and surrender, where her defenses were still melting, where every touch made her sink further into his hold. He kept her exactly where he needed her to be.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stop and he decided to escalate it even further.

"But Yelena..." He said, voice low as his thumb traced the underside of her heavy breast. "..when I praised your ass, I could see it. It was right there, bare, shaking in front of me after your panties rode up."

Her eyes widened, a flush climbing her cheeks as she realized he was right, her pale buns had been completely exposed. She gasped, tugging her underwear back into place to cover herself, but the damage was already done.

"And your belly..." Mika continued, his other hand sliding across the soft, pliant skin of her midsection. "That was uncovered too. I could touch, could see every bit. It was easy to praise when it’s all right in front of me."

His eyes then lifted to her chest, his fingers drifting higher, brushing along the swell of her breast until Yelena shivered.

"But your breasts..." He murmured, pressing just under the curve. "...they’re different. I can’t see them fully, not like the rest."

"...And if I’m going to praise them properly, I’ll need more."

Hearing this, Yelena’s breath caught. She shook her head, hugging her arms around herself, trying to sound indignant but coming off more like a pleading girl.

"What do you mean, Mika?...Even with my bra on, most of them are spilling out." She hesitated, then gave a small, nervous laugh as she jiggled her chest slightly. "It’s embarrassing, but...as I’ve gotten older, they’ve only gotten bigger. Isn’t this enough for you to see?"

But Mika only smirked, his palms flattening against the deep valley of her cleavage, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

Her body went rigid at the touch—this was new, forbidden, a line they hadn’t crossed before.

He had smacked her ass before as a child, had played around shamelessly, even blown raspberries into her belly when they slept together, but never had he touched her like this.

Never had his palm pressed against the naked warmth of her breasts.

Yet she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t.

"Yes, I can see your cleavage." He admitted, pressing his fingers deeper, molding the soft flesh. "And it’s...enormous. Like a mountain range, snow peaks spilling out for me to admire."

"...Honestly, Yelena, you need a stronger bra to even try and contain these."

He gave her a slow squeeze, letting her feel just how openly he was handling her, while her heart thudded in her chest.

It felt so wrong, so wrong, but she didn’t pull away.

"But still...it’s only cleavage." Mika’s gaze then darkened as he leaned closer, eyes flicking between her flushed face and the deep cleft of her breasts. "The truth is, there’s something else I can’t see at all. Something that belongs to your breasts just as much."

Yelena blinked in confusion, lips parting to ask, but then her expression froze, realization dawning. Her eyes went wide in disbelief.

"M-Mika...you don’t mean—"

He grinned, cutting her off.

"I’m talking about your nipples, Yelena...They’re right here, aren’t they?"

Before she could protest, he pressed both thumbs over the cups of her bra, directly against the stiffened buds.

"Hmm!♡~ Hyaaa!♡~ Nooo!♡~"She whimpered, arching slightly as the sensitive tips gave her away, hard and eager beneath the thin fabric.

His thumbs rolled over them, circling, teasing, drawing out more breathless sounds from her throat.

"These belong to your breasts too." He said smoothly. "So if I’m going to praise them completely, I can’t leave this part out. Only after I see all of them, including these beautiful nipples, can I give you the full attention you’re asking for."

Her lips trembled, her hands gripping at his shoulders.

"M-Mika, that’s too far...isn’t it?" She whispered. Her voice cracked, caught between panic and something else. "Touching my ass, even my belly, that was one thing. We...We used to play like that. But this, this is different. This is wrong."

But Mika only lifted his head, locking his gaze with hers.

"Too far? Yelena, we crossed that line long ago. The moment I told you about fucking another woman and you sat there listening, smiling, even, that border disappeared."

"...You know it as well as I do." His fingers slipped deeper under the bra, brushing bare skin, making her shudder.

"B-But still, Mika...still, this is too much. You can’t...you can’t see something like that." Her words were weak, desperate, half-hearted.

Hearing this, Mika finally withdrew, leaning back with a shrug, though his smirk never faded as he knew how to make her agree.

"If that’s how you feel, fine. But then I can’t continue...Without seeing them, without touching all of you, I can’t give the praise you’re begging for."

He reclined slightly, feigning indifference, watching the flicker of panic cross her face.

And just like he expected, Yelena’s chest tightened. Her heart ached with the contradiction, she didn’t want to bare herself, but she desperately wanted his words, his approval.

Especially after feeling his hands on her just now, the way he knew them already. She wanted to hear him say what he thought, what he truly felt about her breasts. She wanted to know.

Her excuses also tumbled quickly in her mind, ’He’s just Mika. It doesn’t really matter. It won’t change anything. We’ve already gone this far...’

And finally after making excuses in her mind, she swallowed hard, cheeks blazing as she whispered.

"Fine, Mika. Fine. Do whatever you want. If you want to see...then see." She leaned closer, her voice trembling. "But don’t tell anyone. This stays between us."

His smile widened as his hands returned to her chest.

"Of course...A secret, just for the two of us."

With that, he hooked his thumbs beneath the fabric again, slowly tugging her bra upward.

Yelena’s breath caught as the mounds of her breasts came free, inch by inch, the glisten of sweat on her underboob, the pale skin revealed more and more under his intent gaze. She sat frozen, throat dry, as he drank in every detail.

Until at last, the cups slid high enough, and two flushed pink peaks emerged into the open.

Yelena gasped softly, her arms instinctively folding across her stomach, but she made no move to cover her chest. Her whole body trembled, her breath shallow and unsteady, as Mika’s eyes fixed on her bare breasts for the very first time.

Her nipples stood out proudly against the pale swell of her breasts, a tender rose hue, flushed from exposure and the heat of her own body. They were small, delicate buds, like little cherries perched atop the softest, fullest mounds, quivering faintly with every breath she took.

Around them, the faint circle of her areola framed the peaks like petals around a jewel, supple and sensitive. The sweat beading faintly across her skin made them glisten, as though tempting his lips to claim them.

And Mika...He stared, transfixed at the sight like he was seeing the truth of the universe.

He had seen Yelena in countless ways before, lounging in bikinis at the beach, wrapped in towels fresh from the bath, wandering about in underwear back when they all shared the same house. Those images had long been burned into his mind.

But this...this was different.

This wasn’t a glimpse of fabric stretched across her curves. This was bare skin, revealed flesh, vulnerable and forbidden.

Even though the top halves of her breasts were still covered by her bra, the sight of her naked underboob and those trembling pink nipples was enough to make his chest tighten. Enough to make him throb.

He shifted slightly, trying in vain to hide the thick ache pulsing between his legs. His cock strained against the confines of his pants, throbbing with need, betraying him with every heavy beat of his heart.

He told himself not to lose control, not to go further, not yet. But holding her breasts up in his hands, her nipples pressing out against his thumbs, made restraint almost impossible.

Slowly, too slowly, he leaned forward. His eyes never left those soft, quivering peaks, and his mouth parted just slightly, breath fanning across her skin.

His intent was clear. He wanted to taste her. To close his lips around those delicate cherries and suck until she writhed.

Yelena’s eyes also widened in disbelief as she realized what he was about to do. Her instincts screamed to push him away, to scold him, to stop this before the line was crossed beyond repair.

But then, seeing him like this, his face softened, his lips parted, his expression almost childlike, it disarmed her.

For one dizzy, dangerous moment, she didn’t see a grown man about to suck her breasts. She saw her Mika, her little Mika, looking as if he were about to nurse from her like a baby.

That vision, wrong, twisted, taboo, still tugged at the deepest maternal cords of her being. It undid her resistance and her arms slackened. Her breath caught. And she let him come closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer until—

—his lips brushed against her nipple, soft and warm.

"Lick!♡~ Hmm!♡~"

A shiver shot through her body when the wet heat of his tongue grazed it, just for a fleeting second. She whimpered, her fingers twitching as if to grab his head and pull him in.

But then—

"MAMA!"

A sharp, disbelieving cry shattered the air like glass breaking.

Both of them froze instantly, Yelena’s breath choking in her throat, Mika’s lips still hovering against her bare nipple and slowly, stiffly, they turned their heads.

There, standing on the last step of the staircase, was Charlotte. Her nightgown clung to her body, accentuating the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

But her beauty was lost in the shock etched across her face. Her eyes were wide, pale, staring at them with naked disbelief. Her lips parted, trembling as if she couldn’t even process what she was seeing.

"Just...what are you two doing right now?" Charlotte whispered, voice cracking with horror.

Yelena’s entire body went cold, her arms snapping up to shield her chest. Her face drained of color as the reality hit her, her daughter, her own daughter, had caught her in the most unforgivable position imaginable.

Mika, on the other hand, did not look horrified.

No, he bit his slips, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Annoyance flickered across his face.

Not shame, not guilt, just pure irritation, as though Charlotte had ruined everything by walking in too soon and he wanted to give her a good spanking, for letting the prey he had trapped and was about to feast on escape and run away...