Chapter 235: Perverted Little Brat

Mika let Fauna wriggle in his arms for a moment longer, watching her act like a kid who’d just gotten her favorite toy back after years.

The way she glowed made something warm bloom in his chest...but at the same time, it set a dangerous little spark alight behind his eyes.

He’d had enough of wholesome. Enough of soft-spoken words and nostalgic smiles and childhood memories swaddled in laughter.

Fauna had called him a monster in jest—but she didn’t know just how right she was.

Because Mika had no plans to keep things sweet.

He wanted to ruin her.

The warmth between them was just the matchstrike and he’d lit it.

Now he wanted to see how brightly she would burn.

And unlike Yelena, who required delicate maneuvering, step-by-step strategies, slow dances in shadowy rooms, whisper-soft games of patience to draw her in without her ever realizing it...

...Fauna was wide open.

Unguarded. Like a field left untended, gate swinging loose in the wind, daring the wolf to walk through.

Why?...Well because Mika had a special secret with Fauna.

And Mika...knew exactly how to use that.

So to move on, he let his hand linger around her waist, letting his thumb brush over the hem of her dress teasing, as he leaned down until his lips were brushing the shell of her ear and whispered

"Actually, there’s...one more thing about you that’s changed since I last saw you, Fauna. Just like how I changed, there’s something that’s really caught my attention. And I mean it—it’s a pretty dramatic change, honestly."

Fauna, still basking in her giddy mood, blinked up at him, a soft "Hmm?" spilling from her lips as she twisted around in his hold.

"What do you mean, Mika? What’s changed?"

She asked, tilting her head with a playful frown.

"Wait—are you talking about my office?"

She gestured vaguely around at comfy space, the bookshelves crammed with little trinkets, photos and awards.

"I did a whole round of renovations, you know! Had to do something about those terrible old blinds, and I think it looks a lot better now. Or..." She brightened, brushing her hair back. "...maybe my hair? I did get it cut last week. Oh! And I finally wore this dress I’ve been thinking of trying on to work."

Mika just grinned, shaking his head as she tried to guess.

"Sure, the office looks great, and your hair’s cute, and I’ll admit, the dress suits you well."

He then let his voice drop, drawing out every word as he leaned closer, their faces just a breath apart.

"But I’m not talking about any of that. There’s something else I’m much more interested in right now, Fauna. Something you probably haven’t even noticed changed yourself."

"Mika, you’re being weird again." She laughed, rolling her eyes. "You know I can’t guess if you keep acting all mysterious."

"Alright then." He said, a wolfish grin stretching across his face. "I’ll just have to show you."

He eased her gently off his lap, steadying her with one hand as he guided her to stand up.

"Come on. Stand up for me, Fauna."

"Now? Seriously?" She looked at him, confused but amused.

"Yup. Just for a second." He said, all charm and mischief. "Trust me, you’ll want to see this for yourself."

She was doubtful but went along with him, shifting her weight until she was standing by the edge of the desk.

"Okay, fine, I’m up. Now what?"

He let his gaze travel down, openly, appraisingly, not hiding where he was looking before finally saying,

"Now....just bend over onto the desk as much as you can and...stick your plump booty out for me."

The words dropped like a heavy stone in a quiet pond.

There was no buildup. No long lead-in.

If he’d said something like that to Yelena, she’d have gone cold. Glared at him, hissed some icy warning, maybe even thrown a sword at his head for good measure.

Nadia?...She’d just stare, unnervingly silent, unreadable, not saying a word—but she’d look. God, she’d look. And her stare alone could gut a man.

But Fauna?

Fauna did something different.

She didn’t argue. Didn’t ask. Didn’t even pause.

She giggled, a innocent sound, then, without the slightest bit of hesitation, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the edge of her desk.

In one smooth movement, she stuck her hips back, arching her spine so that her pants hugged every curve—and shockingly bared her fat ass to him just like he asked for without hesitation—before she tossed a curious look back over her shoulder.

"Like this? Is this enough?" She purred, wiggling her hips just a little, putting herself on display for him. "Or do you want me to stick my butt out even more?"

"No...This is enough Fauna." Mika’s eyes glinted with open hunger now, any trace of his earlier restraint melting away. "This is more then enough for me to have a perfect view of your juicy behind."

Mika could already vividly imagine the time and effort it would have taken to get Yelena to do the very same thing—the tricks, the threats, the delicate negotiations required for any of the other battle angels.

But here was Fauna, obediently sticking out her ass just because he told her to, without requiring a single proper reason.

But even with the sultry sight in front of him that would normally satisfy him, he decided not to stop there.

He wanted to see if she was just like the Fauna of the past, the Fauna who would let him do anything he wanted.

So, while her hips were thrust back, he leaned forward and grabbed onto the lower hem of her long, one-piece dress. He then slowly slid his hands upward, revealing first her slender legs, then her thick thighs, and finally her large, round butt.

It was full of color, matching the flush on her cheeks, and so beautifully big and round that it seemed completely out of place on her thin, otherwise small body.

It honestly looked like two beautiful, fresh cakes, now badly covered by her pink underwear that he wanted to take a bite from.

He then looked up at Fauna—expecting some reaction, a scowl, a glare, or even a puzzled frown.

But instead, she was smiling innocently, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all.

Seeing this, Mika couldn’t help but chuckle.

This was exactly the Fauna he remembered.

When he’d said that Fauna completely trusted him and was utterly unguarded towards him—he meant it all the way—emotionally and physically.

As when it came to him, she believed him and trusted him implicitly. In her eyes, he was still the meek, sweet little boy who could do no wrong.

And because of this profound, unwavering trust—Mika had, long ago, unintentionally used it to his advantage when he was still a little brat.

It all started when he was 6 or 7 and whenever Fauna went to take a bath, he would immediately sneak in, saying he wanted to take a bath with her as well. And Fauna never once disagreed.

In her view, he was still the little Mika she cherished, and she saw nothing wrong with it.

Every single time, she allowed him to bathe together with her, both of them completely naked.

Mika would even go so far as to suggest that they scrub each other’s bodies, taking turns to ensure every part was clean. Fauna would innocently agree, never seeing any impropriety in the arrangement.

It was in those intimate moments that Mika had gotten used to touching Fauna’s body, roaming his hands all over her, much like he was doing right now as he began to squeeze her ass.

That was also basically when he got his first sexual awakening.

He didn’t know why he wanted to do those things—but for some reason, whenever he touched her body—it felt so amazing that he couldn’t stop himself.

And Fauna, being the overindulgent adult, never bothered. She let him continue squeezing her butt or groping her breasts without a care in the world, thinking he was just a little boy playing around, and she didn’t mind.

And it didn’t stop at bath time.

Realizing how amazing this was, he’d grope her as much as he could whenever he found a chance, while they were taking a nap on the bed, watching a movie on the sofa, or touching her thighs when they were sitting together at the dining table.

Whenever he found an opening, he would always play with her body.

He truly did not know the taboo of what he was doing back then, how profoundly wrong it was.

He was simply indulging in a sensation that he deeply desired, treating her body like a comforting toy.

It was only when he tried to do similar things with the other battle angels—attempting to touch their chests or rest his head in their laps—and they immediately pulled themselves away with sharp admonishments, that he gained a slight, fleeting recollection that what he was doing with Fauna was actually considered wrong and shouldn’t be done.

But even that realization hadn’t stopped him completely.

He had simply whispered to Fauna to keep their shared moments a secret, not to tell anyone else, saying it was just for "special times" between them.

And Fauna, in her boundless innocence and trust, would simply go along with it, thinking she was having some sweet, simple playtime with her beloved ’baby boy.’

She trusted him completely, and he would often do naughty things with her without her even realizing the true nature of his actions.

But right now, the Mika of the present felt a surge of extreme guilt for his past actions, for using her trust against her and exploiting her innocence in such a damaging manner.

Yet, standing here, with her hips thrust back and her butt exposed in his hands, he didn’t regret it.

This history allowed him to be as dominant in the moment and frankly intimate as he was right now, without a care in the world. This put him at a major step forward when it came to seducing Fauna.

And unlike Yelena, who required starting from the ground up with psychological warfare and carefully managed seduction, he had already paved his road with Fauna back then.

He just had to continue down that path.

However, there was a major problem he had to overcome when it came to truly slipping into Fauna’s heart.

Fauna’s love for him was entirely maternal and unconditional. She saw him as a precious child, a son in everything but name.

The past intimacy, the groping, the bath times, to her, all of it was simply affection for her sweet, little Mika.

Her emotional barrier wasn’t one of resistance or propriety, but one of pure, innocent maternity.

To seduce her, he needed to shatter that maternal view, to convince her to see him as a man, a lover, and a source of her own pleasure—not just a boy who needed pampering.

But before he dealt with that massive hurdle, he decided to simply enjoy himself for a moment longer.