Chapter 351: Chrysanthemum Reveal

Fauna cleared her throat loudly.

"Alright, you two."

She said, voice tight, edged with something dangerously close to possessiveness.

"That’s enough. There’s no need to start kissing the second we walk through the door."

Hearing this, Anya pulled back slowly, reluctantly, lips shiny and swollen.

But she didn’t stop there, as she then turned to face her mother with a narrow-eyed glare which caught Fauna off guard.

"That’s...weird." She said flatly. "That’s the first time you’ve ever interrupted us."

"Usually when Mika and I get intimate, you just pull out your phone and start taking pictures, so that you can brag on the group chat to Auntie Yelena and the others about how Mika was confirmed to be your future son-in-law."

She tilted her head, studying Fauna like a puzzle she didn’t like.

"But right now you’re stopping us. That’s extremely strange, Mom."

Fauna swallowed hard.

She realized that she was acting completely out of character.

She opened her mouth to stammer some excuse—

But Anya wasn’t finished.

She turned back to Mika, touching her own lips thoughtfully.

"Speaking of strange..." She murmured. "Your mouth tastes different tonight, Mika."

"It’s...sweeter. Fruity. Not your usual taste at all."

She reached up, brushing her fingertips across his lips.

"And they’re puffy. Really puffy. Almost like you’ve been kissing someone else. Hard. For hours."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What’s going on? Have you been kissing some other woman right before coming here?"

Her voice dropped, venomous.

"Was it Charlotte? Did that little devil force herself on you again? Or was it that bitch Astrid? I know just how much she likes kissing you."

Fauna’s stomach dropped.

She opened her mouth to stammer some excuse—anything to protect him—

But Mika moved first.

He looked down at Anya with a dark, almost cruel expression.

Then his hand tightened on her ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, making her gasp sharply in pain and pleasure.

"Oh?" He said, voice cold. "So what if I did, Anya?"

"What if I did kiss another woman right before coming here?"

"What if I kissed her deep, passionately until her lips were swollen and her mouth was full of my taste?"

Anya’s breath hitched.

He leaned closer.

"What if I kissed every single nurse in that hospital before walking through this door? Deep, filthy kisses. Tongues. Moaning. The works."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Are you going to yell? Are you going to punish them? Are you going to do anything at all to the women I kissed?"

The room went deathly silent.

Fauna’s heart pounded.

She knew how dangerous Anya could be.

Even as a child, her possessiveness over Mika had led to terrifying outbursts that have left people trembling in fear and scarred for life.

She braced herself for the explosion.

But it never came.

Instead, Anya’s eyes became limpid.

Her shoulders slumped.

She looked up at him with a pitiful, apologetic expression like she was the one who’d done something unforgivable.

"No, Mika...no." She whispered. "I won’t do anything."

She shook her head frantically.

"I won’t react. No matter what you do...no matter who you kiss...I won’t say anything bad. I won’t get angry. I’ll stay just like I am right now."

Her voice trembled.

"I promise...I-I won’t do anything wrong."

She sounded small.

Submissive.

Broken.

And seeing her like this, Mika’s dark expression melted away.

He smiled in approval and reached up to stroke her cheek.

"Good puppy." He murmured. "Such a good puppy, aren’t you? And adorable puppies like you..."

"...deserve a treat don’t they."

He stuck his tongue out like he was calling towards her.

And Anya didn’t hesitate.

She surged forward, taking his tongue into her mouth with frantic hunger, and they were kissing again—all the while Fauna stared.

Completely speechless.

She had just witnessed something impossible.

Anya, the girl who made world leaders lower their eyes, who could silence rooms with a glance, who even Fauna sometimes feared when she’d done something wrong—

Had just been put in her place.

Not with violence.

Not with threats.

With a single cold question.

And she had folded instantly.

Accepted it.

Promised obedience.

Even promised to watch quietly while Mika kissed, fucked, loved other women.

Fauna’s knees felt weak.

She finally understood—truly understood—the depth of Mika’s control.

Not just over her.

Over Anya.

Over the entire family, probably.

Fauna swallowed hard.

She looked at the scene before her.

Anya whimpering into Mika’s mouth, tail wagging frantically, ears twitching, body pressed tight against him and felt a confusing storm of emotions.

Jealousy.

Arousal.

Fear.

And something dangerously close to awe.

Mika truly did have them all wrapped around his finger.

And Fauna realized, with a dizzying rush of heat between her thighs...

She was no exception.

While Fauna stood frozen in place, her mind still reeling from the shocking display of Anya’s absolute submission to Mika—

—his hand slowly drifted downward, fingers trailing along the curve of Anya’s spine until they reached the fluffy golden tail swaying behind her.

Curious and wanting to tease her more,.he wrapped his fingers around the base of the tail and gave it a light tug.

He expected it to slide out a little, maybe pull free from whatever clip or plug was holding it in place.

But it didn’t budge.

Not even a millimeter.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

He pulled again—stronger this time.

Still nothing.

The tail stayed perfectly attached, warm and alive under his fingers.

Mika’s curiosity sharpened into determination.

He wrapped his hand fully around the base and yanked hard.

Hard enough that it should have ripped free from any normal costume accessory.

But instead of it coming out, Anya gasped sharply and broke the kiss

"Mika—oww! It hurts, god...don’t pull on it so much!" She whined, voice playful but genuinely shy. "A tail’s quite delicate, you know..."

Mika blinked, genuinely confused now.

"Wait, why are you even reacting like that?" He asked. "It’s not even a real tail. It shouldn’t actually cause you pain."

He gave it another experimental tug—gentler this time.

Nothing.

He frowned deeper.

"Not to mention...I don’t even know why this tail isn’t coming out at all."

"Did you glue it in or something? Stick it inside with some crazy adhesive?"

Anya’s lips curled into a proud, mischievous smile.

"Not at all, Mika. Not at all~"

She said before turning around slowly, presenting her back and more importantly, her perfect, heart-shaped ass to him.

"Just check it out yourself."

She purred, wiggling her hips so the tail swished enticingly.

"You’ll understand."

Mika didn’t hesitate.

He dropped to one knee behind her, hands sliding over the soft globes of her ass as he inspected the tail up close.

He ran his fingers along its length—warm, silky fur, not the cold plastic he expected.

He followed it downward, higher and higher, until he reached the base.

And his breath caught.

It wasn’t clipped on.

It wasn’t plugged into her like a normal tail toy.

It wasn’t even nestled between her cheeks.

The tail grew directly from her body—right at the small of her back, just above the cleft of her ass.

The golden fur seamlessly blended into her flawless skin, nerves and muscle visibly twitching beneath when he brushed it.

He could actually feel it move—alive, responsive, part of her.

Mika’s eyes widened.

"Hold on...what is this?" He breathed. "I’ve never seen this before."

Anya proudly turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

"This is exactly what I wanted to surprise you with~"

She said, voice bubbling with excitement.

"Instead of using those boring toys and shoving a plug up my butt like usual, I actually grew a tail from my own body just for you."

She wagged it again like a real dog greeting its owner.

"See? That’s why I can move it around so freely. No mechanism, no straps. It’s real."

"And look..." She reached up and flicked one of the golden dog ears on her head. "I grew ears too. For you."

Mika reached up, brushing his fingers over the soft, velvety fur of the ear.

"Holy shit..You actually did. They really do feel like real dog ears. They’re so warm...so fluffy..."

He gave one a gentle scratch behind the base and Anya’s whole body shivered with pleasure, a soft whine escaping her throat.

"I did not expect this at all." Mika said, almost reverently.

Anya giggled. "That means my little surprise worked out well, didn’t it~?"

But before Mika could respond—

Fauna’s voice cut through the haze.

"Wait...What are you talking about?"

She asked, stepping closer, head tilted in innocent confusion.

"What do you mean ’real tail’ and ’fake tail’? And what do you mean ’plug’?"

"If this isn’t the the usual...then how is the tail normally attached?"

She blinked, genuinely lost.

Anya and Mika exchanged a long, knowing glance.

Then Anya sighed softly, walking over to her mother with a gentle, almost pitying smile.

"This topic might be...a little too adult for you, Mom." She said carefully. "It’s too sensitive."

"So just...forget about it, okay?"

She reached up and patted Fauna’s head like she was the child.

"You’re someone who isn’t supposed to know about these things."

The gesture—so condescending, so reversed made Fauna’s cheeks puff out in instant frustration.

She stomped her foot lightly.

"No, Anya, no!" She protested. "I want to know! I’m the older one here—I’m older than both of you combined! I’m not a little girl!"

"I want to know what you’re talking about. And what ’tail goes normally’ means!"

Anya stared at her mother for a long moment.

She recognized the look—the stubborn, puppy-like insistence that would only get worse if ignored.

Fauna would pout, follow her around, whine, and eventually start tugging at her sleeve like an actual curious pup.

Anya sighed again.

She opened her mouth, ready to explain the rather filthy concept of tail plugs in the gentlest way possible—

But Mika’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Hold on there, Anya." He said, voice calm but edged with dark amusement.

He looked between mother and daughter with an almost predatory gleam.

"Instead of just telling your mother about it...why don’t we actually show her how we normally do it? And how it usually occurrs."

Anya froze.

Her eyes widened.

She hadn’t expected that.

Not at all.

In the past, she hadn’t minded her mother watching their intimacy.

Anya had always seen Fauna’s attitude toward skinship as overly innocent, almost childlike. No matter how lewd things got, Fauna somehow framed it as ’wholesome family bonding.’

But this?

This was beyond skinship.

This was filthy.

Explicit.

And Mika—normally the one who preferred to keep certain things private was suggesting they show her mother exactly how Anya usually wore her tail.

Anya opened her mouth to protest.

"Mika, that’s—"

But he cut her off with a single, firm command.

"Spread your cheeks for your mother."

He said, voice low and unyielding.

"Show off that beautiful asshole of yours."