Chapter 206: Love-Binding Spell

Seeing this scene, Charlotte’s mind had completely short-circuited.

She had no thoughts, no shock, no surprise, no sadness, no horror. Instead, she just stared at the scene in a daze, completely frozen. This was too much for her mind to handle; she was absolutely knocked out of reality.

Yelena, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

She was the one experiencing the moment as Mika clutched her waist tightly, plunging his tongue deep inside and playing with her own, which was completely caught off guard.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

His tongue danced with hers, licking and sucking with a skill that left her dizzy. She could taste his saliva, feel the softness of his lips, and it sent her heart racing in a way she hadn’t expected.

She could also feel the fierce pressure of his body against hers—triggering a whirlwind of emotions.

First was the sheer, absolute shock.

She had just rushed into the room, horrified by her daughter’s desperate shouts and Mika’s subsequent fit. One thing had led to another, and now she was pinned against the wall, Mika kissing her ferociously, like a desperate animal. This was nothing like the affection she usually received, after all he had never kissed her on the mouth before.

And the way he was using his tongue was utterly wild; she never knew a tongue could move like that, sliding all over, pushing deep, and expertly sucking her saliva.

What made it even more shameful was the realization that this—at forty years old—was actually her first kiss.

In her entire lifetime, at the apex of humanity—she was getting her first kiss in such a bizarre manner, with Mika as the aggressive initiator.

And unlike her, who was completely inexperienced, Mika was obviously a practiced kisser.

He moved his tongue perfectly, sucking her saliva into his mouth just as it built up too much, controlling the entire passionate scene that she had only ever witnessed in movies.

But even with all of this was happening, Yelena was rational enough to know that Mika wasn’t in control right now.

She had no clue what was going on, but she definitely knew that Mika wasn’t himself and he was clearly affected by something else.

She tried to push him away with all her strength, desperate to break free and understand the situation—but nothing helped. Mika was simply too strong; his hold was absolute. She was completely helpless, forced to endure the passionate assault.

Yet, perhaps the worst part wasn’t the forcefulness of the kiss—but the undeniable truth that she didn’t hate it.

She was actually enjoying the kiss very much.

Not only was he an amazing kisser, but ever since she had started developing feelings for Mika, she had desperately wanted to know what it was like to be kissed by him. And seeing her daughter earlier being kissed by him only intensified her curiosity about how his lips felt and how he tasted.

So, even though she knew this was taboo—a mother and her son should never engage in such an act, the thought persisted. Now, she was experiencing it, and she was starting to enjoy it, making her body feel hot and stuffy, and even making her wet underneath.

Still, she knew she couldn’t let this go on.

It was wrong, especially with her daughter watching right in front of her. So, she desperately sought help, quickly looking toward Charlotte and urging her with her eyes to do something about the situation.

But Charlotte was lost in her daze, her hands still covering her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at the scene.

Seeing this, Yelena’s frustration flared, she wanted to call out, to snap Charlotte out of it, but Mika’s kiss made it impossible. Her lips were trapped, her voice stifled, and Charlotte’s inaction only deepened her desperation.

She needed a way to communicate, to do something...Then, an idea sparked.

Without warning, four small portals shimmered into existence around the room, their edges glowing faintly. From each portal emerged a sharp, gleaming sword, hovering in the air as if poised to strike.

They floated ominously, their tips pointed vaguely toward Mika.

And seeing this, Charlotte immediately snapped out of her daze.

She thought her mother was so furious, so disgusted by the incestuous act—that she had decided to murder Mika right there.

Fear instantly replaced her shock. She stepped forward in front of Mika, shielding him with her body.

"Stop it, Mom! Stop it!" She pleaded, holding out her hand to halt the swords. "This isn’t Mika’s fault! Stop it, you don’t have to kill him!"

Tears sprang to her eyes again.

"I know what you’re going through, Mama! I know you hate it so much! You want to stab Mika over and over again for what he’s doing, since you’re not supposed to be doing this because of your relationship! You want to just off him so you can completely forget this matter!"

She was begging, desperately protecting him.

"But stop it, please, Mama! Just don’t kill him! It’s not his fault; it’s hers! I’m the one who caused all of this!" She braced herself, ready to take the swords into her body if necessary.

But to her shock, a voice suddenly cut through the air.

"What the hell are you talking about, Charlotte?" the voice said in an exasperated, high-pitched tone. "Why would I kill Mika over something like this? It’s so obvious that he isn’t the one who’s doing this right now! He’s been affected by something else and he’s doing this—so why in the hell would I actually kill him?"

She continued, a touch of dark humor in the voice.

"Not to mention, even if Mika did something like this on his own, I would simply give him a punch in the stomach and then ask him what he’s doing! There’s no way I’d ask to kill my baby boy with swords! You’re being ridiculous right now!"

Hearing her voice, Charlotte instantly spun around, expecting Mika to have released her mother so Yelena could talk.

But to her utter surprise, Yelena was still kissing Mika, and both of them were still passionately exchanging their mouths with one another.

Baffled, she didn’t understand how her mother was speaking.

Then, the voice came again, clarifying the situation.

"Not there, Charlotte, don’t look there! I’m not speaking with my mouth—I’m speaking with my swords instead!"

Charlotte looked back, her eyes wide as she noticed the four swords were all vibrating rapidly, and they were the ones emitting the sound.

Yelena’s voice, emulated through the vibrating swords, continued,

"I can’t really speak right now with what Mika is doing. I already tried to push him away and do something, but I can’t. So that’s why I summoned these swords! As long as I vibrate them at a certain frequency, I can emulate my own voice and speak to you right now!"

Hearing this, Charlotte’s eyes went wide with pure admiration.

"Wow, Mama, you really are so cool!" She exclaimed. "Even in this situation, you found a way to communicate with me! Well, you really are amazing!"

This immediately made Yelena "glare" at her via the swords. "Be quiet, Charlotte! This is not the time to be admiring me right now! We have a ridiculous situation on hand, and I have no idea what to do!"

Charlotte jumped, her hands clasping together as she stammered. "Sorry, Mama, sorry! I honestly still can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s almost like a dream right now. It really hasn’t set in properly, so I don’t even know how to react!"

Her voice trembled, her eyes darting between Mika’s fervent kiss and her mother’s pinned form.

"So...what should I do? Is there anything I can do to help out?"

Yelena’s swords hummed, her voice quick and urgent despite the way Mika’s tongue continued to explore her mouth, sending shivers through her.

"First, you need to revert your abilities! It’s obviously because of your blessing that something’s gone wrong with Mika. So, can you bring back the effects? Undo whatever you did?"

But Charlotte shook her head frantically, her hands twisting together.

"No, Mama, I already tried! I have no influence on him right now. Whatever’s been done, it’s done. I can’t take it back. I’m so sorry!" Her voice cracked, guilt weighing heavily on her words.

The swords vibrated again, Yelena’s tone softening slightly as she gripped Mika’s waist for support, her body trembling under the intensity of his kiss.

"Alright, alright. We’ll figure it out."

She paused, her breath hitching as Mika’s lips pressed harder, his tongue swirling in a way that made her knees weak.

"What about this, Charlotte? Can you pull him away? Try dragging him off me, tickle him, punch him, anything!"

Charlotte nodded nervously, her voice small.

"I’ll try." She lunged forward, grabbing Mika’s arms and tugging with all her strength. "Mika, come on, let go!"

She yanked at his pants, tickled his sides, even landed a few light punches on his shoulder, but he was immovable, like a pillar rooted to the ground.

His lips never left Yelena’s, his hands gripping her waist with a possessive intensity and Charlotte’s face fell, a pitiful look crossing her features.

"Sorry, Mama, it’s not working! He’s holding onto you like his life depends on it! He won’t let go no matter what! It’s only when he decides to stop that he’ll stop kissing you!"

Her eyes then welled with tears as she couldn’t handle the guilt anymore, her voice breaking as she stepped back

"I-I’m so sorry, Mama, I’m so sorry! This is all because of me and my stupid curiosity! I just had to challenge Mika’s mind, had to try slipping into his dreams on my own!"

"He warned me, you warned me, so many times, but I didn’t listen, and now it’s ended up like this! I’m so, so sorry!"

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with sobs and seeing her daughter so apologetic, Yelena’s expression softened, even though she was currently being passionately assaulted by her son.

The sword-voice was gentle: "It’s alright, dear, it’s alright. Seriously, it’s alright. I know that you didn’t do this purposely, and I know that you wouldn’t do anything that would harm Mika. This was an accident."

Then, the tone shifted to a slightly more strict warning.

"You most definitely will also get punished for what you’ve done, and I will make sure that you thoroughly understand your mistakes."

Charlotte whimpered at the threat. The voice softened again.

"But right now, it is not time to think about any of that. We must focus on the issue and how exactly we should stop Mika right now."

"Normally, if it was anyone else, I can simply overpower them." Yelena’s desperation was clear through the swords. "But with Mika, even if I tried to, I wouldn’t be able to do anything."

"Doing anything to him is absolutely impossible. And it also doesn’t seem like he’s going to listen, as he doesn’t even seem like himself right now. He seems like he’s on a hunt."

Charlotte wiped her tears, her face still crumpled with guilt, but then she hesitated, an idea flickering in her eyes. She fidgeted, then spoke nervously.

"Actually, Mama, I think I know what’s going on here...I can’t control it, but I think I know what caused this."

The swords vibrated eagerly, Yelena’s voice sharp.

"Then tell me, Charlotte! Tell me now, don’t hold back! We need to figure this out together!"

Charlotte fiddled with her fingers, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at Mika, still kissing Yelena with unyielding passion.

"The thing is...I have this ability called the love-binding spell. It’s part of my blessing. You know how my powers revolve around love, lust, and dreams, right? With the love aspect, I can make someone fall completely in love with another person. It’s...It’s really powerful."

Yelena’s swords hummed, her voice tinged with realization.

"Yes, I remember you mentioning this before. You said when the spell activates, the person goes unconscious for a moment—then wakes up with pink eyes, and the first person they see becomes the object of their love. They act aggressively at first, right? Their emotions go haywire, and they can’t control themselves."

Charlotte nodded vigorously.

"Exactly, Mama! That’s why Mika’s acting like this, like a savage! When the spell hits, they don’t think, they just act. They have to be close to the person they’re bound to, to kiss them, to...to show their love. It explains everything!"

Yelena’s swords vibrated, her voice thoughtful despite the way Mika’s tongue continued to tangle with hers.

"That makes sense...But wait, Charlotte, your spell works based on the first person they see, right? When Mika opened his eyes, the first person he saw was you, not me. Why isn’t he kissing you instead? Why is he...doing this to me?"

Charlotte stepped closer, her blush deepening as she met Yelena’s gaze.

"That’s the thing, Mama. I’m immune to my own abilities. Even if someone under the spell looks at me, it has no effect. They just...ignore me. So when Mika opened his eyes and saw me, the spell skipped over me and latched onto the next person he looked at—you."

"That’s why you felt that sensation in your eyes, why they glowed pink for a second. The spell bound him to you, Mama. He’s...He’s in love with you right now."

Yelena’s swords fell silent for a moment, the implications sinking in. Her eyes widened, shock and surprise flashing through her as Mika’s kiss deepened, his hands pulling her closer.

Today had been chaotic enough—Charlotte’s squirt show, her own squirt show, the sucking and biting, the tangled emotions—but this was a new level of madness.

Mika, under a spell, was deeply in love with her.

But the funny thing was that she tried her very best to fight it—to show anger, irritation, or any negative emotion towards the fact that Mika was in love with her—but she couldn’t.

The moment she heard that Mika was possibly in love with her, even if it was simply under a spell—she felt an electric surge of excitement and happiness.

For so long, she was the one suffering, struggling with her forbidden feelings toward him.

Now, Mika was also going through the same.

She felt a strange sense of companionship in her suffering, even though his was forced.

What was even better was the fact that right now, it meant that Mika wasn’t just kissing her as a mother; he was kissing her as a lover.

He was kissing her just like he would kiss any other girl he loved.

The thought made her so happy that she couldn’t help but hug him even more and pull him into her embrace. Her tongue also started to respond to his kiss, sinking into the passionate sensation, finally allowing herself to feel his love out of the heat of the moment.

...But while she was using this opportunity to test out his tongue that she heard so many good reviews about, Mika himself was smiling in his heart, seeing that everything was going according to plan.