Chapter 437: Her Deepest Secret

Mika’s hands stopped moving.

He slowly looked up from her belly, his expression shifting from playful to cautious in an instant.

Astrid’s smirk widened. A competitive, almost predatory look crossed her face.

"I know you love both of them."

She continued, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

"Anya herself has boasted to me many times about how you can’t keep your hands off her hair. How you were so enthusiastic one time that you even tried creating braids with it."

She tilted her head, watching him carefully.

"So tell me, Mika. Which one do you prefer more? Mine or hers?"

Mika stared at her for a long moment.

Then he shrugged.

"I really can’t answer that question, Astrid."

Her smirk faltered slightly.

"What do you mean you can’t answer?"

"I mean exactly what I said." He met her gaze steadily. "Not only would I be choosing a side if I gave a proper answer, but you or Anya would definitely start boasting about it and start fighting."

"And that’s not something I want."

Astrid’s expression flickered with guilt.

Because yes, that was exactly what she had been planning to do.

"I also can’t answer it because it’s like choosing between a mother and a father who both love you equally."

He continued with a solemn look on his face like this was territory he didn’t want to wander in.

"They’re both absolutely amazing. They’re both wonderful in their own unique ways. Making a choice between them is simply impossible."

He shook his head regretfully.

"I can’t do that."

Astrid’s competitive spirit deflated slightly—but then Mika’s expression shifted.

A smirk appeared on his face.

A domineering, arrogant, utterly confident smirk.

"But...why should I even have to choose one sister?"

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to something low and commanding.

"Why should I choose between you, or Anya, or Charlotte, or the other two? After all..."

"... every single one of sisters are all mine."

Astrid’s breath caught.

"One day I can be burying my face in your fluffy fur."

He said while pulling her bush a little, making her whimper.

"The next day I could be running my fingers through Anya’s rainbow hair, combing it out for her."

He thought of that bush that looked like it was spray painted

"And the next day I could be kissing Charlotte’s naked cunt all over."

He shrugged arrogantly.

"I don’t have to hold myself back. I don’t have to choose."

"So..." He met her gaze without any hesitation at all. "...why the hell would I even make such a choice?"

The way he said it—so casually, so dominantly, as if he ruled over every single one of them, as if all five of his sisters were his personal possessions—

It should have been offensive.

It should have made her angry.

Instead?

Astrid was incredibly, unbelievably turned on.

After all, she and her sisters weren’t just anyone.

They were the future rulers of the world.

With their blessings, they had the potential to become even stronger than their own mothers.

They could become the most powerful beings alive.

Just talking to one of them was enough to intimidate anyone. People either feared her or admired her from afar. She had never found someone she could truly consider an equal.

But here was Mika.

Proudly proclaiming that all five sisters were his.

Like he didn’t care about their opinions. Like what he said was law. Like they existed for him.

It was the most arousing thing she had ever heard.

He was so dominant.

So powerful.

So completely in control.

The person she cherished most in the world had become like a king ruling over everything, taking whatever he wanted.

And just like any servant before a king?

She didn’t care.

If he wanted ownership of her body, it was his. Completely. Entirely.

She made this apparent by spreading her legs even wider, exposing herself completely, showing him exactly how submissive she was to his will.

She looked up at him with loving, lust-filled eyes.

"Go ahead, Mika." She whispered invitingly. "Go ahead and play with your favorite place on your big sister’s body."

"I have no right to stop you at all—after all, you own me entirely."

She reached down and traced a finger along her skin.

"So go ahead. Sniff it. Taste it. Do whatever you want to it♡~"

"Big sister doesn’t mind you tasting her forbidden pussy♡~"

Hearing her invite him to feast on her cunt in such a sultry manner, Mika couldn’t hold back.

He was about to dive in—

But then he stopped.

A thoughtful look crossed his face.

"You know..." He said slowly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "...as much as I love this part of your body..."

He gently caressed her beautiful belly.

"...and it really is one of my favorites, there’s actually something else I love even more."

Astrid blinked, surprised.

"Something else?"

She smiled, a lewd expression crossing her features.

"What is it, Mika? Is it my breasts?"

She reached up and groped her own chest, shaking them slightly.

"Are these your favorite part of my body? Or maybe..."

Her hand slid down, past her belly, lower, until she reached her wet, aching pussy. She spread herself open, showing him everything—the quivering hole, the fluids leaking out, the evidence of her arousal.

"...maybe it’s my pussy? Is this what you want?"

Mika shook his head, still smiling.

"No? Then what about this?"

She rolled over slightly, presenting her butt, and reached back to slap her own cheeks, making them jiggle.

"Do you like this big, fat, juicy butt of your sister’s? Is that your favorite?"

But Mika didn’t respond and Astrid’s confidence wavered.

"It’s not any of those?" She asked, genuinely surprised now. "Then what—"

And then she saw his face.

The way he was looking at her.

The slight smile playing at his lips.

And something clicked.

A very shy, very embarrassed look appeared on her face. The look of someone realizing something deeply personal and deeply embarrassing.

She didn’t want to admit it.

She really, really didn’t want to admit it.

But the way he was looking at her, waiting, patient, knowing—

She found the courage.

Or perhaps the submission.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed:

"It’s my...asshole, isn’t it?"

Mika’s eyebrow raised slightly.

She slowly reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, opening herself completely to his view.

Her tight, pink hole was clearly visible, even twitching slightly as if responding to his attention.

"You can’t just be satisfied with my ass..."

She whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"...so you want to look deep inside it, find the treasure hidden there."

"I-It’s my asshole that you gravitate toward, isn’t it?"

She kept herself spread open, displaying everything before muttering shyly,

"Well...this is really embarrassing. I’ll probably regret this tomorrow. But..."

She cast a loving, lustful look up at him.

"...if you really want my asshole so much...then go ahead, Mika. Lick it. Suck it."

"Make love to it like you always do."

She stayed spread open, waiting, expecting him to dive in.

But to her surprise—Mika shook his head again.

"As much as I love sticking my tongue into this tiny little hole..."

He reached out and traced a finger around it, sending shivers through her entire body.

"...unfortunately, that’s also not the part I love the most."

He pulled back.

"I love something else. Something extremely close to your asshole, actually. So you’re getting close."

Astrid’s confused expression deepened.

She stopped spreading herself and sat up slightly.

"What? It’s not my asshole either? Then what could it possibly be?"

She looked down at her own body, mentally cataloging every part.

"You’ve already claimed my belly. My breasts. My pussy. My butt. My asshole. What other places are there?"

She thought and thought, racking her brain—

And then she looked at Mika’s face.

At that devious, knowing, absolutely evil smile.

The clues clicked together.

Her face went pale.

Absolutely, horrifyingly pale.

"No way." She stammered. "Mika, you can’t possibly be saying that part. No—NO!"

But Mika nodded slowly.

"Yes. That’s exactly it."

He leaned closer.

"And right now, I want to thoroughly enjoy that place as well."

The moment the words left his mouth, Astrid’s entire demeanor changed.

Gone was the submissive, willing, seductive fox.

In its place was a woman absolutely terrified.

More terrified than she had looked all night.

More terrified than when she had been caught with the body pillows.

More terrified than when the dildo pillow had been revealed.

She looked at Mika like he had just announced he was going to murder her.

And then—

She moved.

She didn’t hesitate for a single second. She turned around, scrambled to her feet, and launched herself off the sofa, heading straight for the door at full speed.

She was going to escape. She was going to prevent whatever was coming next at all costs.

But Mika’s response was instant.

"Stop."

His voice rang out, accompanied by a sharp whistle.

Her body convulsed.

The conditioning screamed at her to obey.

But for the first time—

She didn’t.

Her terror was so great, her desperation so intense, that it overrode even the deep programming that had been drilled into her since childhood.

She kept moving, kept scrambling, kept trying to escape.

But unfortunately for her—

Mika’s hand closed around her ankle and he pulled.

Casually. Easily. Like she weighed nothing.

She tumbled back onto the sofa, bouncing once before landing in a heap.

But even then, she didn’t stop fighting.

"Stop it, Mika! Don’t! DON’T!"

She thrashed, trying to grab onto anything, push him away, escape his grip. Her tails also whipped frantically, her legs kicked, her hands clawed at the cushions.

But Mika just calmly grabbed both her wrists, pinned them behind her back with one hand, and pressed her down into the sofa with his body weight.

She was completely trapped.

"Shh." He murmured soothingly, his voice soft and reassuring despite her panic. "Calm down, Astrid. Nothing bad is going to happen to you."

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

"I just want to explore that part of your body." He continued gently. "The part I haven’t seen in such a long time. I just want to see if it’s still the same as ever. If there’s been any growth. Any change."

"NO!" The word came out as a sob. "It’s exactly the same as before, Mika! Nothing has changed! There’s no need for you to check! Please!"

She then looked back at him with the most desperate, pleading gaze he had ever seen.

"Y-You know how much I hate it when you see that part!

"You know how sick I get over it! So, please, Mika, please let me go! I’ll do ANYTHING!"

"I’ll be a good girl for you! A very good fox! The best fox in the entire world!"

"Just please don’t make me show you that part!"

She was crying now. Genuine tears of terror and humiliation.

Because this—this was her greatest secret.

The one thing she never wanted anyone to see.

The part of herself she kept hidden behind all her walls, all her armor, all her pride.

And he wanted to expose it, which she couldn’t allow at all costs.