Chapter 238: Ashamed To Be A Man

Right now, Mika was utterly lost, completely consumed by the softness, warmth, and heft of Fauna’s breasts in his hands.

It was as if the entire world had shrunk down to just this moment, just this touch, and nothing else existed.

He squeezed them slowly and firmly, letting the flesh mold around his fingers; he cupped and lifted them, holding the weight as if it was his life’s calling to keep them from falling.

His hands moved with relentless purpose when it came to her nipples as well: pinching and twirling them, sometimes rolling them gently between his fingers, sometimes pulling at them until they stretched, only to let them go and watch them bounce back with a mesmerizing jiggle.

Every motion was worshipful and greedy, as though all the years of longing and every ounce of restraint he’d ever known was being poured into the art of groping Fauna’s breasts now.

And right now, he wasn’t thinking about anything else—no mission, no world, no plans, no family, no one—just the urgent, obsessive need to touch, squeeze, pinch, and play, to memorize every inch of her with his hands.

Meanwhile, Fauna, the one being so thoroughly manhandled, showed not even the faintest sign of embarrassment or discomfort.

Her cheeks weren’t flushed, her breathing wasn’t hurried, and her eyes sparkled with the same cheerful calm she always wore around Mika.

To her, this wasn’t something shameful or illicit; in fact, she looked positively content, almost as if she was receiving a luxurious massage and nothing more.

And, in her eyes, Mika wasn’t taking advantage or misbehaving—he was actually helping her.

With how big and heavy her breasts had gotten, it was a relief to have someone holding them up, supporting them, even squeezing them every now and then.

The gentle pressure and kneading actually felt nice, like it was easing all the weight she’d been carrying on her chest. She was so at ease, so relaxed, that it would have been impossible for anyone looking to think anything was amiss.

In fact, she even giggled and encouraged him, shifting to let him have a better angle.

"Mmm, that feels nice, Mika...You’re always so helpful." She mused, her voice airy and relaxed, as if they were just enjoying an afternoon nap together.

To Fauna, this moment was perfect.

Mika was happy and she felt lighter, literally, every time he lifted her breasts and eased their weight. She wanted nothing more than to see him dazed and delighted like this, lost in her, cherishing her like he always had.

To make Mika happy was her greatest wish, and seeing him like this filled her with a deep, almost childish satisfaction.

But as she watched him, her eyes sparkled with a sudden, mischievous inspiration, a cunning idea blooming behind that gentle gaze. She stopped his hands for a moment, pressing her own over his, and looked up at him.

"Mika..." She cooed. "You really like squeezing my boobies, don’t you?" She lifted them for emphasis, her lips quirking in a sly little smile. "You like squeezing them, pulling them, pressing them, all that stuff, right?"

Mika’s reply was instant and honest. He nodded his head in a daze, not even trying to hide his enthusiasm.

"And you like my nipples too, right?" She grinned wider. "You like tugging them, squeezing them, playing with them...You really just can’t keep your hands off them, can you?"

Again, Mika nodded, completely entranced, too distracted to even question her motives.

Fauna’s eyes sparkled even more as she decided to ask for his favour.

"Well...since they’re my boobies, and my nipples, can you do me a favor in return for all this, Mika?"

Her eyes were gentle, but her tone was sly, like she was offering him a secret deal.

"Since I’m letting you touch and play as much as you want...can you do just one little favor for me, please?" She repeated for emphasis at how important this was to her.

And once again, without thinking, without even pausing to consider, Mika nodded, absolutely, his mind too clouded with desire to care what the favor was.

Seeing Mika’s eager agreement, Fauna’s eyes lit up with mischievous triumph, as if she’d finally trapped him exactly where she wanted.

For a brief second, she looked like the cat who’d caught the canary, her hands still holding his firmly over her chest.

"Then, can you be a darling boy for me, Mika?" Her tone was impossibly sweet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And...instead of calling me ’Fauna’ like you always do, ever since you were a child...can you call me ’Mommy’? Please?"

The word lingered in the air, soft and intimate, yet so loaded with meaning that Mika’s brain seemed to stutter as Fauna then looked at him, eyes full of pleading, hope, and something almost painfully earnest.

"Please Mika? Can you call me ’Mommy’ like I’ve always wanted you to? You don’t know how many years I’ve dreamed of hearing you call me that...Just once. It would make me so happy you can’t even imagine."

Her voice trembled with sincerity, her gaze shining, as if this silly, forbidden word would heal every wound in her heart.

And Mika, still lost in her touch and the daze of his own desire, felt the word rise up unbidden.

"Mom—" He started, the sound almost slipping out.

But just as he was about to say it—reality crashed back down.

His mind snapped awake, and he jerked back as if shaken from a trance.

"Whoa—wait. No, no, what the hell?" His face burned with embarrassment, his eyes wide. "There’s no way I’m calling you that, Fauna! Absolutely not! You’re Fauna. That’s all. I’m not saying that word. Not a chance."

He shook his head vigorously, as if shaking off a spell and the sudden shift left Fauna crestfallen; she pouted, her lips twisting in exaggerated despair, as if her entire world had been upended.

"Come on, Mika, please!?" She whined, her voice childlike and plaintive. "Please? You know how much this means to me...Just this once. Just for me. I’d do anything for you, Mika, anything at all...Can’t you do this one thing for me!?"

But Mika could only glare at her, though there was no true heat behind it.

He twisted his lips, grumbling, "You know, Fauna, I’d do a lot of things for you. Hell, I have done a lot of things for you...But calling you mommy?

"Out of the question!...There’s no way I’m doing something that embarrassing."

His cheeks tinged red, partly with annoyance, partly with lingering humiliation from how close he’d come to saying it.

And hearing this, Fauna slumped, her whole body going limp in his arms, giving an exaggerated sniffle for effect.

"Y-You’re so mean, Mika...So mean. I give you everything, and you won’t even give me this one thing..."

Her lower lip quivered, almost as if she was denied the greatest happiness in the world.

But Mika wasn’t even affected by her act—as he was focused on the what had just happened a moment ago.

He was supposed to be the bold one here, the seducer, the wolf—but somehow, without even trying, Fauna always ended up turning the tables.

She slithered around him like a sleepy snake, all soft limbs and giggles, and he realized, with a flare of frustration—that he’d been thoroughly ensnared yet again.

This was exactly what made Fauna so terrifying.

Not terrifying in the way other battle angels could be.

Buut in a completely different, more insidious way, as she was untaintable—her mind, her heart, even her body.

Not only did she see Mika as her beloved little boy, her sweet baby, her precious charge—but she felt it, too, all the way down to her bones.

No matter how he touched her, groped her, squeezed and kissed and licked, she never seemed to see any of it as erotic or taboo.

No matter how persistent or daring Mika was, Fauna never showed the slightest bit of embarrassment or arousal.

It was like he was giving her a massage, or helping her relax after a long day.

She’d giggle, she’d purr, she’d coo encouragements, but only in the same tone one might use for a cat settling on your lap, or a child learning to braid hair.

In her mind her breasts were just funbags that he liked to play with, her body was something that he couldn’t take his hands off—and Mika—well Mika was just her sweet son, doing what he always did.

Even when he upped the intensity, pinching her nipples harder, biting at her skin, pressing her thighs apart, Fauna’s composure never wavered.

And too Mika it was infuriating.

Yelena, at least, would blush and fight, her eyes darting away, the heat rising in her cheeks. There was always that tension, that sense of forbidden thrill.

With Fauna?...Nothing.

It was like trying to seduce a cloud, soft, light, impossible to grasp, and utterly unmoved by every desperate trick.

The worst part was even after all the naughty things he’s done with her—he’s never even seen Fauna flustered, not once.

Not as a child, not as a teenager, not as an adult.

No matter what he tried, she was always calm and cheerful as ever, as if all of this was just a game between them, a game she’d already won before it began.

The more he tried, the more she wrapped around him, until he wasn’t the seducer at all, but the one being played.

And that, more than anything, was what made Fauna so impossible to conquer.

Her body was immune to every attack, every advance, every sly word. He could even squeeze her, spank her, grind against her—but in her mind, he was still the same innocent Mika.

Still her little boy, the one she’d take care of, the one she’d hold without fear, without hesitation, without ever suspecting he was after something more.

But even with the odds against him, Mika wasn’t willing to give up.

Since physical aggression didn’t work, he decided to attack with logic, to speak the taboo aloud, hoping to provoke a reaction.

So, to do so, he looked down at her chest, his fingers actively twisting and tugging one of her plump, pink nipples as forced the words out of his mouth saying

"Hey, Fauna. Look, look at this. Feel how I’m twisting your nipple right now...Don’t you think that what I’m doing is wrong right now? I’m someone that you raised, and someone that you have taken care of your whole life. I’m basically your son, so isn’t it quite wrong that I’m twisting your nipples like this?"

He waited, sure that the sheer weight of the implied perversion would finally break through her composure.

But Fauna did not give the answer he expected.

She instead instantly looked up at him, her eyes wide, yet utterly clear and innocent.

"Not at all, Mika." She said cheerfully, her tone gentle and matter-of-fact, as if she genuinely couldn’t fathom what he was driving at. "You’re just my baby boy, so there’s nothing wrong with anything you do. And you’ve always played with my body, you always will. So, it’s really not a problem."

It hit him like a punch to the gut.

Wasn’t she even going to pretend to be scandalized? Not even a little flustered?

But he still couldn’t let it go. Not yet.

He twisted a little harder, pinching her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it pulled taut, then snapped free with a soft, fleshy bounce.

"But...Come on, Fauna. I’m literally pinching and pulling your nipples here. This isn’t the past anymore. I’m not a little boy now. I’m a full-grown adult. Doesn’t this feel weird to you? Doesn’t it feel...wrong?"

His frustration spilled over, sharp and ragged.

"No other boy would do this to his mother, Fauna. Y-You get that, right? It’s not normal. It’s...it’s so wrong."

But once again, Fauna only giggled, eyes crinkling at the corners, entirely unfazed by his intensity as she said,

"I wouldn’t know, Mika. I don’t really know how it works with other mothers and sons. I never thought about it at all."

She then smiled, reaching up to brush his cheek affectionately.

"But what I do know is that you’ll always be my baby boy, Mika—no matter how old you get or who you become. So, mo matter what you do to me, it’s completely fine. You can squeeze and play all you want, it doesn’t bother me one bit."

Her smile grew almost fondly teasing.

"It’s kind of like...when a baby sucks on his mother’s nipples. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? I’m just a mother, providing for her child. That’s all it is."

Hearing this made Mika, feel like running full speed into a stone wall.

"S-So you mean...you don’t feel anything at all?" He said our of sheer desperation. "You don’t feel any excitement, any...warmth, any weird sensation, or anything?"

He searched her face, hungry for any sign that she was lying, that she was hiding something from him.

But Fauna just tilted her head, considering.

"No...Not really, Mika." She shrugged again, lips quirking. "Am I supposed to be feeling something?"

That was the final blow. Something in him cracked, and he slumped, suddenly small, suddenly powerless.

His confidence was shattered as he realised he wasn’t seducing her—worse wasn’t even reaching her.

Meanwhile, Fauna, sweet Fauna, who’d never once felt threatened by him, never once seen him as anything but her little boy—had broken him down without even meaning to.

She hadn’t needed malice. She hadn’t needed to resist. She simply, utterly, didn’t see him as a man at all.

He was just Mika. And to her, that meant harmless, precious, untouchable.

And as she looked down at him, that soft smile never wavering, Mika felt, for the first time in his life—like he’d failed at being a man entirely and was ashamed that he even had a penis hanging off him with how useless he was.