Chapter 199: Human Fountain

Mika too realised his explanation about Charlotte’s aphrodisiac-like blessing had swayed her—but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to push the situation further—to escalate it in a way that would bind them all closer together, cementing his control.

This was an opportunity not just to maintain his lie, but to deepen their connection, to make them complicit in this taboo dance and he was not about to let it slip.

So, he leaned forward, his gaze narrowing as he fixed Charlotte with a suspicious look, his voice taking on a dramatic edge.

"Charlotte..." He said, his tone heavy with feigned doubt. "You say you believe me, and you believe Yelena, but...I don’t know. Something tells me you’re not fully convinced. I can feel it, you think there’s more to this, don’t you?"

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her head shaking vigorously.

"No, Mika, no!" She protested, her voice earnest. "I trust you! It was...confusing at first, and yeah, it sounded absurd, but after everything you and Mama said, it makes sense now. I really do believe you!"

"No, Charlotte." But Mika shook his head, his expression one of calculated skepticism. "There’s this...nagging feeling in me that says you’re not all in...You might think everything’s fine now, but later?"

"You might start doubting me, wondering if I’m hiding something. I can’t have that. I need to prove my innocence, to show you that what we’re doing isn’t wrong—that I was forced into this. I don’t want you thinking less of me, or of Yelena."

He paused, his eyes glinting with intent.

"And I can do that...if you help me by taking off Yelena’s dress. Right now."

Charlotte was taken aback by what she heard, wondering if she heard properly Yelena herself had a much more violent reaction and jolted, her body tensing as panic flared in her chest.

The problem for her that made her panic was that her dress still hung around her lower half—concealed her soaked panties and the undeniable evidence of her arousal.

So, if Charlotte removed it, her daughter would see everything, her drenched underwear, the slickness coating her thighs, the shameful truth of her body’s reaction and she could definitely not allow that.

"No, Mika, no!" Yelena blurted, her voice trembling with desperation. "There’s no need for that! C-Charlotte believes us—she said so! So, you don’t need to...to do anything more. This is enough, please!"

Her tone was pleading, her eyes wide with fear as she imagined the humiliation of being fully exposed. But Mika simply looked down at her, his expression firm.

"No, Yelena. Even though you may feel that way, I feel a certain guilty way in all of this, and I need to prove my innocence...You really have to take off your dress."

"Please, Mika!" Yelena clasped her hands together in a desperate plea. "Please don’t do something like this, I beg you! Don’t let Charlotte take off my clothes, or else—"

Just as she was about to continue, Yelena stopped. Mika’s gaze had hardened, turning from persuasive to an unyielding, grave stare.

The moment she saw it, she knew: he had made up his mind. No amount of begging would change this decision. A pitiful, defeated look washed over her face.

Mika, ignoring Yelena’s silent anguish, turned his attention to Charlotte.

"Come on, Charlotte, go on." He urged. "After seeing this, after seeing what I’m about to show you—it will prove that Yelena’s body really was reacting because of the aphrodisiac, and you’ll most definitely believe me. I’ll feel fine after that. I won’t feel guilty anymore."

Charlotte hesitated, looking at her mother, who was silently shaking her head, pleading with her eyes not to comply. But Charlotte’s own curiosity, the desire to see how Mika would possibly justify the next step, was overwhelming. She had to know.

She moved closer, and as Yelena watched with mortified dread, Charlotte reached down and slowly pulled her mother’s dress down over her hips. She slid it off completely through her legs before tossing the silk garment onto the floor.

Charlotte then looked back at Yelena, confused as to why her mother was so scared. She had seen her mother naked countless times before.

But the moment she looked at Yelena’s crotch, she understood.

The expected sight of a dry set of silk panties was not there at all.

Instead, Charlotte was shocked into disbelief, as her mother’s underwear was thoroughly drenched—a darker, slicker color than it should have been. It was so saturated that liquid was actually dripping down Yelena’s thighs and legs, leaving wet trails down to her knees.

Even as Charlotte stared, fresh drops of fluid flowed down her mother’s pale skin.

And now that the dress was gone, some of those liquids were shamelessly running down onto Mika’s lap.

If Charlotte had been an innocent, inexperienced girl—she would have thought her mother had simply peed herself.

But she was not.

She was deeply experienced in the mechanics of lust, thanks to Mika. She realized instantly: her mother was not just wet; she was completely soaked and had likely squirted multiple times for that volume of fluid to be present.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide, fixed on her mother’s soaked crotch in a state of shock and mesmerization.

Yelena, on the other hand, was completely horrified that her daughter was seeing such a sight. She immediately looked away, her hands flying to cover her burning face.

"Don’t look, Charlotte!" She cried, her voice shaking with shame. "Please, don’t look! This isn’t...this isn’t something you’re supposed to see! I never wanted you to see me like this!"

Her hands moved to cover herself, but the damage was done, her soaked panties a glaring testament to her arousal.

Charlotte barely heard her mother’s pleas, her eyes locked on the sight before her.

It was horrifying, yes, but also strangely mesmerizing.

The thin fabric of Yelena’s underwear clung tightly to her skin, outlining the plump lips of her pussy, the slight hollow of her entrance, and the faint protrusion of her clit.

Droplets of liquid seeped through, catching the light, and Charlotte couldn’t tear her gaze away.

Even Mika, seeing the full extent of the deluge for the first time, couldn’t help but be mesmerized. He stopped fondling her other breast, his eyes wide in sudden awe.

The staring continued until Yelena could no longer bear the humiliating silence. She exploded, shouting at both of them.

"You two! Both of you, stop staring at me like that!"

She cried out, utterly flustered.

"It’s one thing to realize what I’ve done is known to both of you, but now you’re making it even worse by staring at me like a bunch of buffoons! Look away! This is not something you should be looking at so intently!"

Both Mika and Charlotte instantly snapped out of their daze. Charlotte flushed a deep red and looked away, though she knew the image of her mother’s wet, tight-clinging underwear was now permanently seared into her memory.

Mika too coughed, forcing a sudden release of the awkward tension.

"Right, right. Sorry about that." He murmured, his voice slightly rough. "It’s the first time I’ve seen something like that...it took me off guard, honestly."

"Shut up, Mika! Shut up!" Yelena groaned, covering her face completely. "You don’t need to speak about it anymore!"

She then glared up at him, her indignation surging forward.

"Why in the world did you even let Charlotte see something like this?" She demanded.

"Wasn’t it to show her the effects of the aphrodisiac? Was it to show her that my body was reacting to the effects of her blessing?"

"Well, you’ve done a good job, Mika! A great job!"

She spat, full of bitter sarcasm.

"It’s quite obvious how my body reacted with all of this going on. There’s no way Charlotte would doubt anything anymore; she’ll definitely believe you right now...But now my dignity is completely gone! I doubt my daughter will even respect me ever again after seeing something like that!"

She cried out, an agonized whimper in her voice.

She expected Mika to rush to soothe her, to offer some comforting, placating words. Anyone would. She deserved it after being forced to reveal herself so shamelessly before her daughter.

But to her shock and utter surprise, Mika did no such thing.

He simply smiled down at her, his eyes cold and calculating—even as he used his hands to gently but firmly spread her legs apart, granting himself a much clearer, more direct view of her drenched sex.

"Actually, no." He said, shaking his head. "Sure, what you said does make sense. After seeing this, Charlotte should know that we weren’t making up stories, and you really were affected."

He paused, his smile widening as he looked between the mother and the daughter.

"But at the same time..." He continued, the words sharp and pointed. "...the excuse can be used that because of my fingers and what I was doing—you were simply acting this way—that your lust was natural. There is no way I can directly link this liquid, your love juice, to the aphrodisiac being the cause of all this by just showing her such a sight."

He spoke with chilling conviction.

"And since that’s exactly what I am trying to prove, I can’t simply leave it like this. It’s not enough proof. We need to take it to the next level if we want to thoroughly make sure that Charlotte believes what is going on."

Yelena was horrified. Her eyes, wide and trembling, searched his face.

"Next level? What do you mean, next level, Mika?" She stammered nervously. "This is already too much for me to handle! What exactly are you going to do?"

He merely smiled, ignoring her distress. He looked at Charlotte, who was just as confused and anxious as Yelena.

"Charlotte, could you do me a favor?" Mika asked, his voice deceptively calm. "Take those beautiful fingers of yours, and shove it up your pussy...move it around a little bit so that your hands are covered in your own love juice."

The suggestion was so shocking, so utterly depraved, that both women gasped in unison.

Charlotte wanted to ask why, to resist. But Mika simply stared at her with that same paralyzing gaze that demanded absolute submission.

"Please don’t ask any more questions, Charlotte." He said in a calm, yet terrifying tone. "Just do it for me, would you?"

Charlotte, though utterly confused, decided to obey. She slid her hand into her pants and then under her underwear.

Blushing furiously, she pushed two fingers in and out, moving them around. Luckily for her, the wetness from her earlier squirt was still present.

She quickly pulled her hand out to reveal two fingers that were thickly coated in her own viscous love juice.

"Good. Good. Now this is important." Mika said, his voice ringing with triumph as he spread Yelena’s legs even further apart. He then addressed both of them, his gaze sweeping over the scene.

"Please, right now, I want you to take those fingers of yours, Charlotte—and push it inside of your mother’s mouth, and make her partake in all of that love juice." He quickly added. "Not too much, or it will be too much for her, and the effects will be overload. Just a little lick of her finger."

The suggestion horrified them.

Both women froze, their eyes wide with horror.

"Mika, no!" Yelena cried, her voice shaking with desperation. "That’s...that’s wrong! It’s incestuous, it’s...we can’t do that! It’s not something a mother and daughter should ever do!" Her hands clutched at his arms, her body trembling with panic.

"Mika, why?" Charlotte’s voice was equally frantic. "Why would I do that? It’s...It’s so wrong, so taboo in nature! I can’t...I can’t make Mama do that!" Her fingers trembled, the slickness on them a glaring reminder of what he was asking.

But Mika’s gaze didn’t waver, his voice calm but unyielding.

"Trust me." He said, his eyes locking onto Charlotte’s. "Do it. You’ll see."

Yelena and Charlotte exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with mutual dread, silently asking each other what to do.

Yelena’s heart pounded, her mind screaming that this was too far, that she’d regret letting it go this far. But Mika’s stare was relentless, and she knew resistance was futile.

With a defeated nod, she gave Charlotte a shaky signal to proceed, her face crumpling with shame.

Seeing her mother’s nod, Charlotte hesitated for one final, agonizing second before slowly bringing her fingers right towards Yelena’s mouth.

Yelena stared at her daughter’s hand, feeling intense regret that she had ever agreed to this decision. Mika was taking this too far.

But she had made her decision; she had no choice.

Finally, without any choice, she leaned forward and gave her daughter’s fingers a quick, decisive lick.

Lick!

It was enough for her to taste her daughter’s sweet, musky fluid. For a split second, she was horrified to realize that she actually thought her daughter’s essence tasted...nice.

But she still didn’t understand why she was made to something so horrible and she was about to lash out at Mika, to demand an explanation for this absurd act.

But then, all of a sudden—she felt an intense tingling feeling deep inside her pussy.

It was as if all the blood in her body was rushing towards her vagina in a massive, terrifying wave. Her entire body began to tremble, her breasts jiggling uncontrollably.

She could visibly see her pussy twitching.

Her eyes went wide as the sensation grew, the inside of her sex feeling as if it was being vibrated by a million tiny drills. Something was building up, building up rapidly inside of her, and she was about to scream for Mika to help her.

But she couldn’t.

All of a sudden, she arched her body out, and the moment she did—a sudden jet of fluid squirted out from her clothes pussy, flying through the air before splattering down.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

And before she could even settle down, another stream of liquid followed—

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

—and then another—

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

She continued to squirt out, one violent spasm after the next, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, her body convulsing, while Charlotte watched in utter disbelief and horror as her mother started to squirt again and again, in a crazy, undeniable manner.

Mika, meanwhile, held her down with a look of profound satisfaction, watching the fountain go off right in front of him.

This was all according to his plan after all, as what he had said earlier wasn’t a complete lie.

In truth, Charlotte’s love juice was genuinely a potent aphrodisiac.

Normally, if a human were to slightly touch it, they would go crazy—becoming Charlotte’s love slave.

However, because Yelena was one of the most powerful beings in the world, merely having it on her skin would only cause a slight itch.

But right now, Yelena was in a highly aroused, lethal state and she had actually ingested it, which allowed the aphrodisiac to work in full effect.

She was now squirting in a frenzy, her body overwhelmed, providing Mika with the ultimate proof of his lie and also bringing both mother and daughter closer in the most taboo was possible...