Chapter 183: Nadia Lunayeva Terranova

Yelena stood frozen, her body aflame with a forbidden heat she couldn’t quench, her pussy pulsing as she watched, Charlotte’s panting began to slow, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure.

But then—Yelena felt something warm and slick slide down her leg, like a snake coiling around her skin, ticklish and strange. Her heart stopped, her face paling as she looked down, rubbing her thighs together.

To her disbelief—she’d squirted, just like her daughter, without even realizing it.

Her panties were drenched, her love juice flowing down her legs, past her knees, to her ankles and feet, leaving drops on the floor. She tried to stop it by clenching her thighs, but the liquid kept coming, a shameful testament to her arousal.

Panic surged, she couldn’t hide this if she stayed, so pointing at them, her voice broke.

"You...You, two! I raised you both, and you betray me like this—you traitors!"

Before they could respond, she turned and fled, desperate to hide the evidence before they noticed, her footsteps echoing as she ran to her office.

Mika and Charlotte froze, baffled by her sudden exit, before Mika then smirked—his plan having worked perfectly.

He’d wanted to tease Yelena, provoke her reactions while playing with Charlotte, and it had succeeded beyond his expectations. He’d noticed her rubbing herself in the kitchen, thinking he hadn’t seen—but he’d pushed further, whispering to Charlotte about taking her virginity, knowing her desperation would drive her to act out.

And just like he predicted, Charlotte’s lust had taken over, leading to her bold display and confrontation with Yelena.

But then, Charlotte’s soft voice broke through, tinged with regret.

"I-I think I made a mistake, Mika. I hurt Mama in a way I shouldn’t have. And there’s nothing I can do about it."

Her eyes were pitiful, her face flushed with realization, completely losing the lust filled gaze she had earlier.

"I can’t believe I did that. I wanted to show off to Mama, squirted like that in front of her, and even asked for it." She shook her head, flustered. "What was I thinking!? There’s no way I’d normally do that. My head was all crazy, my thoughts all over the place. I was so angry at Mama, I wanted to do something against her, and I went too far."

"But now...what if she thinks I’m a pervert? What if she hates me? I love her so much, I don’t want her to hate me." Her voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don’t worry, Charlotte." Mika pulled her close, his voice soothing, knowing he had to calm her down before she broke down. "Nothing like that’s going to happen. We won’t let it. After all...it’s not your fault—it’s your Venus Complex."

A look of realization crossed her face, and she nodded eagerly.

"You’re right, Mika. It’s not my fault. It’s the Venus Complex! When those urges hit, I can’t control myself. It’s natural I’d do things I regret later...Yes, it has to be that! If I was in a normal state, I’d never have done that in front of Mama. It was the complex!"

She clung to the explanation, though Mika wasn’t sure if it was truly the complex or just her heightened arousal. Still, he nodded, letting her believe it.

"But Mama saw everything." Charlotte continued, her voice small. "She saw how depraved I am, doing those naughty things with you. What’ll she think of me now?"

Mika shook his head. "There’s no problem, Charlotte. I’ll talk to Yelena myself, explain it was the Venus Complex, make her understand."

Her eyes brightened. "Really, Mika? You’ll do that for me?" She hesitated. "Should I come too? She looked so angry when she ran off. Maybe we should both explain."

"No." Mika said firmly. "I’ll talk to her first. You can come later if needed."

Charlotte nodded reluctantly, as Mika lifted her off his lap, setting her aside, then glanced at the wet mess on the coffee table and floor.

"I’ll go talk to your mom. You clean up this mess." He then added with a wry smile, "Yelena may have cleaned up your diapers in the past, but there’s no way she’s going near her daughter’s squirt and that’s something you have to take care off."

Charlotte, still naked, nodded her head shyly and rushed to grab a mop, her face flushed with embarrassment and determination.

Mika on the other hand sighed quietly as he made his way down the corridor, hands tucked into his pockets. He already had a good idea where Yelena would’ve gone. Whenever she was flustered, lost in thought, or trying to rein herself in, she always sought refuge in her office.

It was her sanctuary, the one place where she could put her mind in order again. And after what had just happened in the living room with Charlotte, Mika knew exactly what state she’d be in right now.

Still, he couldn’t help but smile as he walked. The image of Yelena’s face, flushed, uncertain, trembling just slightly, lingered in his mind. He hadn’t expected her to react so intensely and it absolutely delighted him.

As he reached her office door, he paused, resting his hand on the knob. Knowing her, he thought, she’s probably locked it tight just to keep me out. But when he turned it, the latch clicked open easily.

Unlocked.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. Leaving the door open...that’s almost like an invitation.

He stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. The scent of coffee and polished wood filled the air. The blinds were half-drawn, letting soft light spill across the bookshelves and the grand desk near the center of the room.

He looked around, expecting to see Yelena sitting behind her desk, face red, pretending to be busy to hide her embarrassment.

Instead, what he saw made him stop.

Yelena stood tall and rigid in front of her desk, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her posture sharp, disciplined. She faced the far wall, where a large screen hung.

Her expression was composed, professional...cold.

’That’s not what I expected.’ Mika thought, blinking. ’Where’s the blushing, flustered Yelena I was planning to tease?’

But before he could speak, Yelena’s eyes flicked toward him.

The reaction wasn’t what he expected, either.

Her expression paled instantly, and she shook her head once, hard. Her eyes went wide, urgent. Then she made a quick motion with her hand.

It wasn’t a greeting. It was a warning.

She silently mouthed the words get out.

Mika frowned, confused. ’Get out?’

She gestured again, more frantic this time, her hand slicing through the air toward the door. Her eyes darted toward the far wall. Her expression was stiff, almost fearful.

And that was what finally made Mika uneasy.

There weren’t many things in the world that could scare Yelena. But right now, she looked genuinely alarmed, almost panicked.

Mika’s confusion deepened—right until he heard the voice.

"Yelena..." Came a calm, feminine tone from the far wall. "Is that Mika I see? Is Mika in the room with you?"

The voice was beautiful, hauntingly so. It carried a serene, melodic rhythm, the kind that could freeze a battlefield just to be heard. But beneath that divine calm was something utterly emotionless. Each word fell like crystal, perfect, precise, but cold.

And Mika knew that voice.

The realization hit him instantly. ’Oh no.’

Now he understood why Yelena had been silently pleading for him to leave and instinctively taking a step back, like a man retreating from the edge of a bear’s den. His heart thumped once, hard.

But before he could even move again, the voice continued.

"That’s most definitely Mika." The voice said, her voice echoing softly through the room. "Even now, he’s taking a step back. He’s trying to run away, isn’t he?"

Yelena stiffened. "W-What? What are you talking about?" She stammered, desperately trying to keep her composure. "There’s, there’s no Mika here! You must be mistaken. I’m completely alone. Look!"

She gestured wildly at the space around her. "See? No one’s here! You can’t even see anything in this room!"

But the person’s smooth, unhurried voice cut through her panic.

"No, I can’t see him directly. But judging by your reaction. That nervous look. That quickness in your breathing. There’s only one person who could cause that, and I know exactly who he is."

Yelena’s face drained of color. "Nadia, that’s—"

"And not to mention, I already saw him in the reflection of your eyes and only one person I know in this world..." The voice continued, ignoring her. "...has eyes so dark they could swallow the sun itself and a face so handsome. So yes, Yelena, that’s Mika. No doubt about it."

There was a pause, just long enough for Mika to consider making a run for the door. Then the voice voice came again, lilting, commanding.

"Mika, come over here. At once.If you don’t, I’ll just come there myself. Or...I’ll bring my daughter along too. Your choice."

Yelena flinched at that last line and Mika knew he had lost. So, with shoulders slumping in resignation, he stepped forward to Yelena’s side, meeting her helpless look with one of shared defeat.

He turned his gaze to the massive wall screen that he’d somehow failed to notice earlier. And there she was.

Yelena’s sister.

Charlotte’s Aunt.

One of the Battle Angels.

And one of the women who raised him as their beloved son.

Nadia Lunayeva Terranova.

The Celestial Maiden of Heaven and Earth.

And easily one of the most dangerous—and unpredictable, women alive.

Even through a projection, she was stunning, one of those rare kinds of beauty that wasn’t fragile but awe-inspiring, like a statue carved from ice and flame.

Her crimson eyes glowed softly, so sharp they looked capable of cutting through lies themselves. Yet there was a strange stillness to them, as if nothing in the world could truly surprise her.

Her long white hair shimmered faintly, braided to one side over her shoulder, each strand seeming to glow with its own light. The faint frown on her lips didn’t diminish her beauty, it made her look regal, unreachable.

She wore a high-collared formal dress, elegant and perfectly fitted, outlining her full figure and the soft curve of her chest, modestly hidden yet undeniably graceful.

And even though the screen showed only her upper half, Mika could tell from the way she sat, poised, dignified, that she radiated power.

Not the loud, violent kind like Yelena’s—but a quiet, divine command.

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