Chapter 424: Dildo Distribution

Astrid’s face drained of all color, then flooded with a violent, mortified crimson.

For a second, she couldn’t breathe.

Then the dam broke.

"NO, MIKA! PLEASE!"

She shrieked, her voice cracking with pure panic.

"ANYTHING BUT THAT! THAT’S THE LAST THING YOU SHOULD SEE!"

"THROW IT, BURN IT, I DON’T CARE, JUST GET IT OUT OF YOUR SIGHT! PLEASE, MIKA, I’M BEGGING YOU!"

She tried to squirm free, tried to grab the pillow and throw it into oblivion, but Mika had her pinned.

His arm held her firmly in place, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t reach the evidence of her ultimate shame.

Desperate, she even tried using her tails. One snuck up, reaching for the pillow—

But Mika simply looked down at her.

One glance.

That was all it took.

Astrid’s tail immediately flopped down, defeated.

She whimpered at the intensity in his eyes, looking up at him with the most pitiful, pleading expression she could muster.

It was the look of a small animal begging for mercy from an angry god.

But Mika wasn’t looking at her anymore.

He was staring at the pillow.

At the dildo pointing directly at him.

The seconds stretched into an eternity.

Finally, he let out a long, deep sigh.

He looked down at her, and his expression was...sad. Profoundly, deeply sad.

Like he was looking at a lost soul who had wandered too far from the path of normalcy.

"Astrid." He said quietly. "I already knew you were lonely. From everything you’ve told me tonight, from everything I’ve seen, I understand that you’ve been living a painfully isolated life."

"No real connections with family or friends. No one to rely on. And I truly feel pity for you because of that."

Her eyes glistened.

"I promise I’m going to change that. I swear it."

He paused. Then he pushed the pillow toward her face, making the dildo wobble in a way that would have been comical under any other circumstances.

"But this? This is just too sad. Too sad even for me."

He shook his head gravely.

"This is something only the lowest of the low would do."

"And to think that you—someone who could potentially rule the world someday, someone that many people look up to—would sink to this level?"

He rubbed his temples.

"God, I don’t even know what to say right now."

Astrid whimpered like a scolded puppy.

"Mika, please—" She begged, her voice small and desperate. "This isn’t what you think it is. It’s actually—"

She stopped.

Because what could she possibly say?

Mika caught on immediately. He looked down at her with raised eyebrows.

"Yes? What is it, Astrid? Tell me. What possible explanation could you have for this?"

A humorless chuckle escaped him.

"Wait, let me guess. Somehow, miraculously, accidentally, this dildo just happened to get attached to this pillow by complete coincidence?"

He pointed at the base where it connected.

"But I don’t think you can even use that excuse, since it’s clearly been seamlessly stitched into the fabric."

"And there’s a support frame at the bottom too. Someone knew exactly what they were doing when they made this."

He gave her a pointed side-eye.

"So don’t even try to push the blame somewhere else."

Astrid was completely cornered.

If this had been anything else—literally anything else—she could have made some excuse.

Said something. Defended herself.

But what was she supposed to say to this?

There was no explanation.

No justification.

No way out.

She could only sit there, trapped in his arms, waiting for his judgment.

Seeing that she wasn’t saying anything, Mika let out another deep sigh.

Then, his expression shifted to something more curious—though still deeply concerned.

"Where exactly did you even get this from?"

He glanced at the dildo, then back at her. "

It’s obviously not something you bought online."

"I mean, look the shape." He studied it more closely. "This isn’t just any dildo. This is molded exactly after my anatomy. The same shape. The same size."

"The same everything."

He looked at her suspiciously.

"Where did you get this, Astrid? Did you make it yourself?"

Astrid’s face flushed.

"Well, I’m extremely multi-talented, you know."

She mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

"Skilled in many, many fields. But even I don’t have the craftsmanship to create something so...masterful."

She dared a glance at the dildo, her gaze almost appreciative for a split second, as if admiring a fine sculpture.

"It’s clearly the work of a dedicated artisan."

Mika rolled his eyes hard. "Astrid."

"I borrowed it!"

She blurted out, the words rushing forth.

"I didn’t make it! I borrowed it from someone else, Mika!"

That made him stiffen in confusion. His grip on her wrists loosened slightly.

"You borrowed it?"

He repeated slowly, incredulously.

"You borrowed a detailed replica of my penis. From who? Don’t tell me there’s a market for these."

"Don’t tell me my...cock...is being mass-produced and passed around!"

Astrid shrunk further. This was the part she’d wanted to bury forever.

But under Mika’s unwavering, intense gaze, her defiance melted into docile fear.

The thought of his anger—his true, cold disappointment terrified her more than any battle.

She swallowed, her voice dropping to a barely-audible whisper.

"...Charlotte. I took it from Charlotte’s room."

Mika stared at her in disbelief.

"A long time ago."

Astrid rushed to explain, the story pouring out in a guilty torrent.

"There was a party at Auntie Yelena’s house. It was crowded. Loud. I don’t...I don’t do well with all those people. And everyone in the family was looking for me, expecting things."

"So I wandered off. Ended up in the residential wing, where I stumbled into Charlotte’s room by accident."

"I was about to leave when I...I saw a box. Peeking out from under her bed."

She bit her lip.

"It looked suspicious. And, as her older sister, I felt a...a duty to investigate. Out of concern for her well-being, of course."

"Of course." Mika deadpanned.

"So I opened it."

Astrid whispered, her eyes distant, reliving the memory.

"And there they were. Several of them. Dildos. I was flustered! Appalled! I was ready to march downstairs and give her the sternest lecture of her life!"

Her voice gained a faint, self-righteous energy before crumbling again.

"But then...I looked closer. And I realized...they were yours. Every detail. It was unmistakable."

She finally looked up at him, her expression a mess of shame and a strange, reluctant awe.

"I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to scold her, to confiscate them, to protect your...your dignity. But..."

She faltered.

"But the more I looked..." She admitted, her voice dropping to a guilty murmur. "..the more I...wanted one. For myself."

Mika groaned, letting his forehead thump gently against her shoulder for a second.

"So I took one."

Astrid finished in a small voice.

"Just one. I stole it from my little sister’s secret stash and brought it home."

Then, with a sudden, frantic shift, she grasped at deflection.

"But Mika, Charlotte’s the real culprit! She’s the one who had them made! I just...relocated one!"

"The sin of creation is far greater than the sin of acquisition, right?!"

Mika lifted his head, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.

It wasn’t a happy grin. It was the grin of a man connecting terrible, absurd dots.

"No, Astrid." He said, his voice laced with grim amusement. "I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way. Because Charlotte didn’t make them either."

Astrid stared, confused.

"She stole them."

Mika continued, the pieces clicking into place in his mind.

"From your other sister, Anya. Anya is the manufacturer. She’s the one with the full collection, the molding kits, the whole...operation."

"Charlotte pilfered from Anya’s treasury. And you, in turn, pilfered from Charlotte’s loot."

"So it’s a chain of theft."

Mika summarized, rubbing his temples again.

"A chain of deviancy. Anya makes them, Charlotte steals them, you steal from the thief. Good god. The replicas of my dick are being traded among you three like illicit currency."

He let out a strangled laugh.

"At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before I see them on the black market. ’The Mika Supreme.’ Sold to every lonely woman on the continent."

"NOOO!"

Astrid shouted, sudden possessiveness flaring in her tear-streaked eyes.

"That will never happen!" She strained against his hold. "Your...Your cock is mine! Mine alone! I won’t allow some factory to mass-produce it!"

"I’d burn every workshop to the ground! I’d sink the cargo ships!"

"I’d obliterate any woman who dared to—!"

Mika stared at her furious, passionate declaration.

Part of him wanted to commend the dedication.

The larger part was just profoundly, deeply tired.

He released her wrists and sat back, running both hands down his face.

"I think..."

Mika said, his voice heavy with resignation.

"...this family needs an intervention. A joint family meeting."

"This has gone beyond a simple quirk. One sister is sculpting, another is stealing, a third is attaching them to pillows and having conversations with them."

"Who’s next? Does your other sister have a set? What about second oldest?"

"This...This is a pandemic. We need to gather everyone and have a serious, urgent discussion about the...the dildo situation."

He said, looking like he was genuinely going to gather the family, so that he can inspect everyone’s rooms and find all the illegal dildos that have been distributed.