Chapter 198: My Sweet Honey Is A Aphrodisiac?!

Mika knew he couldn’t let the situation hang unresolved. Charlotte was subdued for now, her tears slowed by his earlier soothing words, but he could see the doubt lingering in her eyes.

But fortnately, he had already crafted the perfect narrative, a web of half-truths and plausible excuses, and now it was time to solidify it.

He glanced down at Charlotte, expecting to see her clinging to his arm for comfort—but instead, her gaze was fixed on his hand, which was gently stroking Yelena’s nipple, teasing and tugging it with care. She also stared as her mother shifted on his lap, her hips rubbing against him, her breath hitching as she struggled to contain her arousal.

Charlotte’s expression was one of stunned fascination, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with something akin to awe.

Seeing this, Mika smirked, his voice cutting through the tension with a teasing edge.

"Charlotte, what exactly are you doing?" He asked, his tone light but pointed. "I was about to tell you exactly what you did wrong, just like you wanted—but here you are just staring at your mom’s nipples getting played with."

He chuckled, his fingers giving Yelena’s nipple a gentle tug, drawing a soft whimper from her.

"Of course, if you want to keep watching, I don’t mind. I can tell you later."

Yelena’s head snapped toward Charlotte, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "C-Charlotte, is that true? Is what Mika said true?!" She asked, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing deeper as she realized how exposed she was.

"Wha—No, Mama! Not at all!"

Charlotte’s face turned scarlet at the accusation, before her eyes flicked up to Mika with a glare, her lips pursed in an angry pout.

"And you, Mika! Don’t you dare say something as absurd as that!" She snapped, her voice shaking with fluster. "You’re twisting everything! You’re making it sound like I’m some...some pervert who’s getting off on watching my mother’s breasts being touched! I’m not...I’m not into that!"

She shook her head vehemently, her hands clenching into fists.

"So stop saying it like that, please, as willing to admit that I’m not exactly the most innocent person, but I’m definitely not such a deviant!"

"Am I wrong, though?" Mika teased, leaning forward slightly, his fingers still teasing Yelena’s nipple, making her squirm. "I mean, you were staring, Charlotte. Like you couldn’t look away. Almost like you wanted to lean in closer, get a better view."

"No, Mika, no!" She whined, her voice rising in a flustered protest. She turned to Yelena, her eyes pleading. "Mama, don’t listen to him! He’s making it all up! I’m not...I’m not like that!"

She took a shaky breath, her voice softening with vulnerability before saying,

"It’s just...this is the first time I’ve seen you like this, Mama. You’ve always been so strong, so proud, like...someone I could never measure up to. So seeing you now, whimpering, letting him...touch you like this, it’s just...shocking. I couldn’t help but stare. It’s not because I’m turned on or anything!"

"So, stop making this messier than it already is, you jerk!" She glared at Mika, punching his chest lightly, her voice sharp, before then pausing and adding in a suspicious manner, "And don’t you think I’m not going to ask for a reason for all this Mika and what exactly I did wrong"

"And let me tell you, it better be good." She said, her tone carrying a hint of a threat. "I love you, you know I do. I’d forgive you for almost anything, because you mean everything to me...But this?"

She glanced at Yelena, her voice softening with emotion.

"This is my mother. Not just my mother—but our mother. She raised you, Mika, just like she raised me. She’s practically your mother too. So whatever you’re doing, you better have a damn good reason, or I’m not letting this go."

Yelena’s heart ached at her daughter’s words, her own guilt flaring, but she stayed silent, caught in Mika’s web.

Mika, however, remained calm, his voice steady as he leaned forward, his fingers giving a gentle pinch that made her gasp softly as he decided it was time to spin his story

"Of course I have a reason, Charlotte." He said, his tone almost too reasonable. "Look at me. Do you think I’d be doing something this...outrageous without a good cause?" He pinched Yelena’s nipple again, drawing another whimper, and Charlotte’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing at the sight. "I know this is wrong. I know it’s...unconventional. But I’m doing it because I had to. Something forced my hand."

Charlotte’s brow furrowed, her confusion deepening.

"Forced you?" She said, her voice skeptical. "What could possibly force you to grope my mom’s breasts like that? What are you talking about, Mika?"

He sighed, his expression shifting to one of deep reluctance, his eyes flicking to Yelena before returning to Charlotte.

"It’s...kind of embarrassing to admit." He said, his voice dropping to a dark tone. "I’d rather just forget it and move on, but since you’re asking, I’ll tell you."

He paused, letting the tension build, then leaned forward slightly.

"Remember what you did on the sofa earlier? How you...squirted all over the place, right in front of your mom? The mess you made, the coffee table, the floor, the sofa?"

Charlotte’s face turned pink, her eyes dropping to the floor.

"Y-Yeah." She mumbled, her voice barely audible. "How could I forget? I just cleaned it up, Mika. It was...so sticky, it took forever to wipe down." She shook her head, her embarrassment flaring. "Why am I even telling you this? Just...forget I said that."

Mika’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile.

"Well, here’s the thing." He said, his tone turning serious again. "You didn’t just make a mess on the furniture. You...got some of it on Yelena, too." He glanced at Yelena, his expression one of exaggerated exasperation. "Right on her dress. And, well...her cleavage."

Charlotte choked, her eyes widening in horror.

"What?!" She squeaked, her voice rising with panic. "I...I squirted on Mama? Oh my god, I didn’t know! I’m so sorry, Mama, I didn’t mean to—" She buried her face in her hands, her cheeks burning with shame.

Yelena’s own eyes widened, her confusion mounting as she tried to follow Mika’s narrative.

’Where is he going with this?’

She thought, her heart racing as his fingers continued to tease her nipple, keeping her on edge. But she knew she had to play along, or the lie would unravel.

Mika pressed on, undeterred by their reactions.

"Yeah, her dress caught most of it." He said, his voice calm but deliberate. "But she is wearing a low-cut dress and because of that some of those...droplets landed right on your cleavage. And that’s what started all this."

"Hold on, Mika, what are you saying?" Charlotte’s head snapped up, her voice trembling with confusion. "You’re telling me this...this whole thing happened because I squirted on Mama? That doesn’t make any sense! I’m already dying of embarrassment here, but you’re saying that’s why you’re...groping her? How does that even follow?"

Mika’s smile was sly, his fingers still playing with Yelena’s breast as he leaned forward.

"Let me explain." He said, his tone almost academic. "Charlotte, tell me about your blessing. What is it and what does it do, in its rawest form?"

Charlotte blinked, caught off guard by the question. She hesitated, then spoke, her voice shy but clear.

"It’s...called the Eternal Charm of the Fallen Succubus."

She said, her cheeks flushing.

"People think it’s just about controlling minds or slipping into dreams, and...that’s part of it. But it’s more than that. It comes from an ancient succubus, a ruler who charmed people with her beauty and abilities. It’s...seduction, basically. A charm that makes people want me, in a...naughty way." She glanced at Yelena, her embarrassment deepening. "I can even do succubus-like things in bed that...well, let’s just say I’m pretty unbeatable there. You know that, Mika."

Yelena’s brow furrowed, her curiosity piqued despite her discomfort. ’What is she talking about? She thought, her eyes flicking to Charlotte, then back to Mika, who was grinning now, his plan unfolding perfectly.

"Exactly." Mika said, his voice triumphant. "Succubi are known for seduction, for being...queens of lust, right? Deviants who thrive on desire. And your blessing, Charlotte, it’s got a little extra kick."

"And you probably don’t know this yourself and I too have never mentioned it before, but your...love juices? They’re not just messy. They’re an aphrodisiac...A powerful one."

"So, when they touched Yelena’s skin, they triggered something in her, made her feel things she couldn’t control. That’s why this is happening. That’s why I’m...helping her through it."

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open as she processed his words.

"Wait...you’re saying my squirt made Mama...horny? And that’s why you’re groping her?" Her voice was laced with disbelief, her cheeks flaming. "To...help her?"

Mika nodded, his expression solemn but his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"Now, you see Charlotte, I really didn’t want to do this. It’s...embarrassing, and yeah, it’s wrong. But I had to. Your blessing forced my hand. I’m just helping Yelena deal with the effects. You wouldn’t want her to suffer, would you?"

Charlotte shook her head as she looked between them, her confusion giving way to a reluctant acceptance.

"I...I didn’t know." She whispered, her voice small. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry, Mika."

Yelena’s heart ached, but she forced a gentle smile, her voice soft.

"It’s okay, Charlotte." She said, her tone reassuring despite her own turmoil. "We’re...figuring this out. Just trust us, okay?"

But even though Charlotte looked to be accepting what they were saying, Mika knew this wasn’t enough to fully convince Charlotte. Her eyes still held a flicker of doubt, and he needed to seal the lie with more details, something to make it unassailable.

"I wouldn’t say Yelena got...horny, exactly." He started buliding his story to thoroughly convince Charlotte. "But your blessing definitely had an effect on her."

"Like when I came to her office to talk, she seemed normal at first—but I could tell something was off. She was fidgeting, rubbing her chest, scratching at her skin. Her face was flushed, and she kept trying to hide it, like she didn’t want me to notice."

"But as time went on, it got worse. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She...She pulled down her dress, started rubbing her breasts, groping herself in this...strange way. I thought she’d lost it, Charlotte. I was about to call an ambulance, honestly, because it was so bizarre."

"But then she told me what was happening, how she felt this...heat, this urge she couldn’t control. That’s when I realized it was probably your...love juice that did this to her."

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her lips twitching as she stared at him, then at Yelena. And Mika saw the belief starting to take hold—but he knew he needed Yelena to back him up. So, he stopped groping her breast and looked down at her trembling self.

"Yelena, tell her." He said, his eyes locking onto hers. "Isn’t that what happened? It’d be better if Charlotte heard it from you, so she understands."

Yelena’s cheeks burned, her heart racing as Mika put her on the spot. But she knew she had to play along, or the lie would crumble. Swallowing hard, she nodded shyly, her voice soft and hesitant.

"It’s...true, Charlotte." She said, her eyes dropping to the floor, unable to meet her daughter’s gaze. "I don’t want to admit this to you, sweetheart. It’s...shameful, and it feels so wrong."

"But when your...ejaculation touched my skin, I felt this...jolt, this heat running through me. I thought I could ignore it, push it down. That’s why I ran off so suddenly yesterday—I couldn’t stand it anymore."

"I even came back to the office, tried splashing cold water on myself, thinking it would help—but it didn’t. It just got worse. My body...my breasts, especially, they felt so hot, so...needy. I didn’t know what to do."

She glanced at Mika, her voice trembling as she continued.

"And when Mika came in, I tried to hide it, but I couldn’t. My hands just...went to my breasts, rubbing them, trying to make it stop. I must’ve looked crazy...But then Mika said he’d help me."

She held his hands like she was using him for emotional support to make herself more convincing as she went on to say like someone who had just survived a war,

"He looked so reluctant, Charlotte, like he was...almost in tears, not wanting to do it. But he cared too much to let me suffer. He said I wasn’t...doing it right, that I needed someone experienced to...to help me properly."

"So he started...touching me, rubbing my nipples, just like my body was craving. And it worked. I don’t know how, but his hands...they’re soothing. It’s calming me down, making it bearable."

Mika nodded, his expression one of feigned distress.

"Exactly." He said, his voice low. "My hands...they’re not just experienced, Charlotte. I’m...reversing the mana circulation at the same time, resisting the uncontrolled urges in her body. That’s why it’s helping."

"I even tried to think of a spell to nullify the effects completely, but I was so panicked seeing Yelena like that. I’m not used to her being...like this. And it threw me off completely, and I couldn’t focus enough to use my abilities properly."

Charlotte’s eyes widened further, a look of realization dawning on her face.

"That...that makes sense." She whispered, almost to herself. "I wondered why you ran off like that, Mama. It’s not like you at all. You never back down, even in tough situations. I thought it was just embarrassment, but...it was something else."

She shook her head, her voice softening with guilt.

"I didn’t know my blessing could do that. How did I not know? It’s my own body, my own...ejaculate, and I had no idea it could act like an aphrodisiac!"

Mika’s smile was subtle, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"Of course you didn’t know." He said, his tone reassuring. "You’re immune to your own abilities, Charlotte. It wouldn’t make sense if you could get turned on by your own...essence."

"But I’ve known about it for a while, though. I just didn’t mention it because...well, it’s awkward. I was affected by it at first, too, but I built up an immunity over time. Yelena, though...she got hit with it full force, no defenses. That’s why it’s come to this, why I have to...help her like this."

Charlotte nodded slowly, her doubt fading as she processed his words.

"I...see" She said, her voice small. "For a second, I thought maybe someone else could help Mama instead of you, but then I realised there’s...no way she’d let anyone else touch her like that. She’d rather die than let another man near her, other then you."

She blushed, her eyes flicking to Yelena’s breasts, then back to Mika.

"But still, Mika, this is...really taboo. What you’re doing...it’s not right."

Mika sighed, his expression one of reluctant agreement.

"I know, Charlotte." He said, his voice soft but firm. "I know it’s taboo. I didn’t want to do this. But what choice did I have? Yelena was suffering, and I couldn’t just leave her like that. I had to do what I had to do."

And hearing all this, word for word, Yelena’s heart pounded, her mind reeling at how seamlessly Mika and she had woven this lie. Charlotte’s doubtful gaze had softened, her belief in their story growing stronger with every word.

But even though she was feeling relief—little did she know that Mika was already plotting to take this to the next level.