Chapter 220: Maybe We Can Share Him

Yelena was flabbergasted by her daughter’s nonchalant response.

"I mean, look at your butt!" She insisted. "Mika just spanked you so much! It’s bright red and swollen! Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it sting right now?"

Charlotte simply shook her head.

"Not at all, Mama, not at all." She replied, to Yelena’s utter astonishment. She then lowered her voice, a slight thrill in her tone. "And the truth is, we’ve already done this sort of ’play’ many times before. I’ve already gotten used to Mika’s spanking."

She explained in a embarrassed, unable to believe that she was talking about such a matter with her mother.

"Maybe when we first started doing this, it hurt a little bit—but as we went on and on, I became used to it...Now, it’s to the extent that every time Mika spanks me, I only get pleasure instead and don’t feel any pain at all."

Hearing this, Yelena was absolutely baffled.

"But Charlotte—you were just crying out and yelling, ’Stop, stop!’ a moment ago! What was that all about?"

Charlotte sighed dramatically.

"You’re misunderstanding, Mama. That was mostly because I was doing the entire thing in front of you, and I was so embarrassed because of that! To be spanked right in front of you—that’s why I was yelling, ’No, no,’ and all that stuff. It wasn’t because of the pain of the spanking."

She then added with a wry smile,

"It was also my way of showing resistance to what he was saying...but even that ended up being ruined." She then gave Yelena a pitiful gaze. "Sorry, Mama, I wanted to protect you, but in the end, I ended up giving in. I really couldn’t risk Mika hating me for breaking my promise."

Hearing this, Yelena slowly shook her head, still leaning over the counter, the shame starting to be overtaken by a strange kind of weary acceptance.

"It’s alright, sweetheart. The fact that you even lasted that long is shocking, honestly. And with how Mika is, he will get his wish one way or another..." She sighed. "...so i’s better that you give in more quickly, or else the spanking would have gone on longer and longer."

She then blushed deeply, lowering her voice.

"B-But that would be more of a reward for you, right? You probably would enjoy that too."

Charlotte shivered lightly.

"Yep." She admitted, sticking out her tongue briefly. "I didn’t want to say this to my own mother, but since the cat is already out of the box...I most definitely would prefer more spankings."

She then leaned in like she was telling a secret, saying,

"Mika doesn’t know this, Mama, but whenever we are together and doing this ’play,’ I often say, ’No, no, don’t spank me, Mika.’ For some reason, that turns him on even more, and he spanks me even harder then. I purposely do it that way."

"No way!" Yelena gasped, momentarily forgetting her own predicament. "There’s no way that can be true!"

Charlotte proudly nodded her head.

"It is. And Mika, like a foolish idiot, doesn’t even know that. He may think that he is the one playing me—but I am the one playing with him."

Yelena stared at her in wonder and awe.

"You really have grown up to be quite a naughty girl, Charlotte." She said, a mixture of shock and reluctant admiration in her voice. "I wasn’t expecting that. I gave you children freedom to do whatever you want, but I wasn’t expecting this at all."

"What can I say? I am a succubus after all." Charlotte simply puffed out her chest slightly. "It’s only natural that I would be this way."

But then, her expression faltered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Though...I never thought I’d be discussing something like this with my own mother." She admitted, her voice dropping to a mumble. "I mean, yeah, I tell you everything, but...spanking and ass-play? That’s usually not on the table for mother-daughter chats."

"...And how in the world did it come to this situation? With both of us, with our asses out, naked on the kitchen counter."

"Who in the world knows indeed." Yelena let out a deep, weary sigh.

A silence fell between them, both women contemplating the absolute absurdity of their current position.

Charlotte then finally looked toward her mother again, the confusion still etched on her face.

"Mama, I’m sorry for asking you this again." Charlotte began, her voice earnest. "But is the secret that you have really that bad? Is it really not possible that you can say it to me or anyone else?"

"...If you expose the secret yourself, then Mika would have nothing against you, and you would be able to resist in some way."

"It really is, Charlotte." Yelena gave a tight, regretful smile. "It’s something that I truly can’t say."

She then added, looking at the door Mika had just exited.

"Not to mention that even if the secret isn’t involved, I’m pretty sure Mika will find another way to make me agree to whatever dirty plans he has in mind. There’s no way this single thing will stop him."

"That’s true." She admitted. "If Mika wants something, he will get it. I already knew that. I expected him to be passionate, aggressive...but I didn’t expect him to be this straightforward. Eating out your ass in the morning?"

Yelena’s face burned with humiliation. "Charlotte! Don’t say it like that—don’t say it so out in the open—"

"But what else can I say?" Charlotte shot back, her voice a blend of exasperation and amusement. "I saw what I saw!"

Yelena groaned, pressing her forehead against the cool marble. "But still, don’t say it out loud! It’s so embarrassing!"

She then let out a heavy sigh, the sound weary and defeated. She finally looked at her daughter, her gaze pleading for some answer.

"Charlotte...what do you think I should do right now?"

Charlotte immediately gave her full attention.

"It seems like Mika is on a rampage." Yelena continued, gesturing vaguely at her half-naked state. "And it won’t stop no matter what we do. It seems that spell of hers is quite effective on him, and it won’t stop until he gets what he wants."

"Yeah, it is obvious." Charlotte chuckled. "With him licking your butt, I’d say his intentions are pretty clear."

Yelena glared at her, but quickly dropped it.

"I myself have no clue what to do right now. I’m so confused with the way Mika is behaving; my mind is all over the place. That’s why I wanted to ask your opinion—what you think I should do, and how to take care of this situation."

"...You’re usually so smart and sneaky aren’t you, my little scientist, so why don’t you come up with a solution for your mother." She said with a hopeful gaze, desperate for some solution.

Charlotte thought about it for a moment, her gaze unfocused as she considered the problem. She then gave her mother a wry, resigned smile.

"I’m in the same boat as you, Mama. I have no idea what to do." She lifted her hands in a gesture of futility. "If it was anyone else, I would have come up with some solution, some intricate plan. But since it’s Mika we’re talking about...no matter what we plan, and no matter what we do, he will break through all of it to reach his goal."

"No matter what we try, it won’t work. And honestly we should just stop thinking about it. It’s absolutely useless."

A look of deep sadness crossed Yelena’s face, the feeling that all was lost settling in her stomach.

Charlotte noticed the despair and quickly added,

"But it’s not all that bad."

Yelena’s head snapped up, an excited, hopeful look returning to her eyes.

"What do you mean, Charlotte? Does that mean you have a plan to stop him?"

But Charlotte shook her head, dashing the hope.

"No, Mama, no. I’m just telling you to look at the bright side. No matter what he does to you, no matter how much he lusts after your body and tries to devour you—he won’t be able to reach his main goal."

She leaned closer, her voice firm.

"He made it quite obvious that he wants to make you fall in love with him. That’s his overall main goal. All these advances are simply secondary flags."

Charlotte then smiled conspiratorially.

"But, unfortunately for him, that will never happen. No matter how much he plays with your body, your heart is something he will never be able to touch."

"You will always look at him like a son, and that will never change. So, at the end of the day, no matter what he does, both of us will be the winners since he will never be able to steal your heart."

Hearing this, Yelena felt a crushing wave of despair and her face went pale.

What Charlotte was describing, Mika failing to steal her heart, had already happened. Charlotte was confidently talking about a battle Yelena had already lost, which only deepened her misery.

Seeing the sad, weak look on Yelena’s face, Charlotte was surprised.

"What’s wrong, Mama? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say anything wrong? Even though it’s not the most ideal situation, it is correct, right?"

"Yeah, Charlotte, yeah. What you said is correct." Yelena managed a weak smile.

She then looked at her daughter curiously, then asked a question she’d been dreading.

"But what about you? All those things he’s doing to me, him devouring me..." She said with a fresh blush. "...and lusting after my body."

"...Is that really fine with you?"

Yelena quickly added,

"I myself, even though I’m not entirely fine with it, I can handle it. I will bear with it...But what about her?"

"Doesn’t it bother you that the boy you love is ravaging your own mother? Does that not bother you and make it hard for you?" She finished, her gaze nervous.

"Well, it does bother me, and it is quite weird to see all of this happen, something that I never expected to do."

She admitted with an awkward look before quickly adding to comfort her mother,

"But I can do nothing about it. It’s all a forced circumstance, and I was also the cause of all this, so I really can’t say anything. It’s fine; I too will bear with it."

Yelena sighed in relief, grateful for her daughter’s acceptance. But then, to her surprise, Charlotte suddenly blushed, a new thought crossing her mind.

"And honestly..." Charlotte admitted, leaning in. "I’m not supposed to say this to my own mother—but I have to tell the truth." She looked directly into Yelena’s eyes. "Whether it was yesterday, or right now, when I saw Mika playing with your body, I..."

"...I actually got turned on and quite excited instead of being repulsed."

Yelena’s eyes grew wide with shock.

"W-What are you talking about, Charlotte?! What are you saying? That’s not correct!"

Charlotte nodded again.

"I know it’s not correct, Mama! I know it’s very wrong! But maybe it’s because of my blessing, but for some reason, when I see something taboo like that—and something very wrong, that perfectly goes along with my succubus abilities of debauchery, lust, and taboo...it turns me on instead."

"Even though I shouldn’t like it, I actually do like it."

She looked genuinely remorseful for the feeling, though not for admitting it as she said,

"Sorry, Mama. I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but that’s simply the truth."

Yelena was undeniably surprised by the confession—but after the sheer volume of shocks she’d endured in the past few days, her capacity for disbelief was exhausted.

She honestly didn’t mind.

Instead, she gently reached up and patted her daughter’s head, which was bowed in shame.

"It’s all right, it’s all right." Yelena murmured, her voice warm and accepting. "I don’t mind. Honestly, it’s much better than my own daughter hating me for what I’m doing with Mika."

Charlotte instantly brightened, relief flooding her features.

"Thank you, Mama! Thank you so much! I thought for a moment you would have thought of this as disgusting and hated me for it!"

"Not at all, Charlotte." Yelena replied softly. "If anyone should be disgusted, it should be you, for what I’m doing with my own son."

Charlotte shook her head vehemently.

"Not at all, Mama! It’s all because of forced circumstances, and there’s nothing we can do about it."

"Yeah." Yelena agreed, her voice soft. "There really is nothing we can do about it."

"...I’m just glad that we’re both okay with it and have a strong bond even while in this situation."

Still bent over the counter, she held out her hand to her daughter. Charlotte immediately grabbed it, a silent gesture showing the powerful, resilient bond between mother and daughter.

But even as she felt fortunate to have such an understanding and loving daughter, an absurd thought began to take hold in Yelena’s mind.

Since her daughter didn’t mind Mika playing with her body, and she herself didn’t mind what was happening—then didn’t that mean in the future, both she and Charlotte could share Mika at the same time?

They could both be his lovers—especially since Charlotte had just confessed that watching them together actually turned her on.

But then, Yelena quickly shook her head, forcing the scandalous thought away.

What an absurd thing to think!

Yet, the idea of sharing Mika, of both mother and daughter being loved and devoured by him, kept looping over and over in her mind.

And just like that both women remained still, their asses exposed and pointed toward the door, having their own taboo thoughts while waiting obediently for Mika’s return with the ice pack.