Chapter 472: I Want To Fill Your Womb

Nadia’s whole body tensed and shivered. She tried to pull away instinctively, a small, involuntary whimper escaping her lips.

But Mika only squeezed her ass cheeks harder and yanked her back down onto his lap, pressing her firmly against him.

"Mmm—!" The motion forced another soft, breathy moan from her throat before she could stop it.

"You know, since both of you look so alike, you probably have just the same ass cheeks as your daughter."

He continued, a proud smile spreading across his face as he kept groping and spreading her cheeks apart through the fabric.

"I’ve played with Astrid’s ass many times before. I’ve felt its softness, its suppleness, the way it pushes back when you squeeze into it, and the way it jiggles around when you smack it. And I can say with confidence, Nadia..."

He squeezed even harder, fingers digging in possessively.

"...that your ass is just like that. It’s made to be toyed with by another man."

Nadia gasped his name again—"Mika!"—but this time it didn’t sound like a protest at all.

There was an unmistakable hint of breathy seductiveness woven into the word, her voice trembling as the overwhelming sensations influenced every sound she made.

That tiny shift only turned Mika on even more. His grip tightened as he imagined the scene out loud.

"I could grab you firmly like this, take my hands full of this perfect ass, pound you hard from behind, and watch your booty shake over and over again as I finally pull out and squirt all my semen right over it."

"That would be a photo-worthy moment." He said, almost to himself. "I’d want to capture that. Keep it forever."

Another barrier shattered.

Until now, his words had been suggestive, but indirect. He had praised her body, groped her, teased her, but he hadn’t explicitly stated his intentions.

But now he was doing exactly that.

He was telling her, in plain language, that he wanted to fuck her. That he wanted to treat her the same way he had treated all those women in the videos.

She should be outraged. Should push him away, slap him, demand that he stop.

But she couldn’t. If she let her emotions loose now, the barrier would break, the building would collapse, the city would feel her fury and shame and something else, something darker that she refused to acknowledge.

So she sat frozen, her eyes pleading, hoping he would see her desperation and stop on his own.

He saw. He understood. But he did not stop.

Instead, he reached down and pulled the hem of her dress higher, baring her thighs, her hips, until finally, her underwear was exposed.

A small, dark patch of fabric.

And on it, faint, barely noticeable was a damp spot.

Mika’s breath caught. He stared at the evidence of her arousal, and something fierce and triumphant surged through him. Her body was reacting. Even if her mind was rejecting it, her body wanted this.

She didn’t seem to know. She was still struggling, still trying to maintain her composure, still unaware of the betrayal of her own flesh.

But he didn’t mention it.

Instead, he slid his hands down her thighs until his fingers rested on either side of her covered sex. He didn’t touch directly—not yet—but he pressed outward, spreading her lips through the fabric.

The sensation made her shiver. She felt the material of her underwear press against the sensitive inner folds of her pussy, and another barrier cracked.

"Then there’s this hidden garden of yours." He said, his voice thoughtful. "And since you and Astrid have similar bodies, I wonder if that means you have similar pussies too."

He pressed his fingers outward again, spreading her wider, and through the thin fabric, he could see the outline of her labia, the curve of her lips pressing against the damp cloth.

"Tell me, Nadia..."

He said, looking up at her flustered face with genuine intrigue.

"Astrid’s pussy lips are quite plump and moist and juicy, same with her clit—filled, firm, and quite large. They’re so fat that I could just bite them, take them into my mouth, and start chewing on them."

He tilted his head.

"Are your lips also the same? Are they really fatty and juicy, just like your daughter’s?"

Nadia couldn’t believe the question he was asking.

She was known across both worlds for her perfect composure—no matter the meeting, no matter how intense the interrogation, she never showed emotion.

Yet here she was, face burning with a furious blush that felt completely foreign to her. Another barrier shattered under the pressure of her turbulent feelings.

The question was too much. Not only was he comparing her most private parts to her daughter’s in explicit detail, but he was her own son asking these things about his mother’s body.

Shame flooded her, and she immediately looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

But Mika didn’t let her escape.

To her shock, he began tugging at the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling it aside to reveal the pale, smooth lips of her pussy. A faint hint of tender pink became visible as the fabric shifted.

"If you don’t answer." He said, his voice soft but threatening. "I’ll have to check for myself, Nadia. And when I start checking, I’ll be thorough."

"Inside and out. I’ll have a proper look at what’s between your legs and do a complete comparison with your daughter."

"M-Mika..."

Hearing this, Nadia knew she had no choice.

She bit her lip hard, trembling, terrified that speaking would cause her emotions to explode and shatter everything.

Mika noticed and quickly waved his hand. The already reinforced barrier thickened dramatically, enclosing them like a solid, impenetrable cage.

Seeing this, Nadia finally forced the words out.

"I-It’s the same." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

He tilted his head. "The same what, Nadia? You need to be clearer."

She closed her eyes, unable to look at him. "My daughter and I...we...we have the same vagina."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "Tell me more."

She swallowed, forcing the words out.

"T-They’re fat, plump, just like you said. I have to wear thick underwear to keep them from...from showing through my clothes. And they’re a light pink colour on the inside like the flesh of a salmon."

"...I-Is that enough?"

He listened, drinking in every word, imagining how they must look.

With the wetness spreading through her underwear, he could almost see them already. If he just pulled the fabric aside, he would witness the sight she had just described.

But he held himself back.

Instead, he leaned in and began kissing softly along the side of her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe.

"Thank you, Nadia. Thank you so much for revealing things you’ve never told me before."

His voice was a warm whisper against her skin.

"I’ve always wondered how you looked underneath...but now that I know, I can sleep easy tonight."

He pulled back just enough to look at her again, eyes dark with desire.

"Now you should know why I would prefer you over anyone else and how this body of yours..."

He spread her legs a little wider, hands still holding the fabric taut.

"...is absolutely ideal for me and how much I want it."

He sighed, releasing her.

"But of course, I can’t go after you. You’re my mother. That would be wrong." He shook his head, pity in his voice. "Such a pity you were born as my mother instead of just...a woman. If you were anyone else, the things I would do to you..."

He chuckled darkly.

"You wouldn’t even be able to comprehend."

Nadia’s breath hitched.

She understood the implications all too well, and a fresh surge of heat flooded through her body despite how desperately she tried to reject it.

Mika watched her reaction carefully, then smiled.

"Do you know what I would do, Nadia, if you weren’t my mother? Do you know the first thing I would do to you if you were simply a woman instead?"

Nadia could barely breathe. Her body was reacting in ways she had no control over, and curiosity—dark, forbidden curiosity won out. Even though she knew it was wrong, she looked up at him with limpid, teary eyes and whispered shakily,

"What...What would you do to me?"

Mika’s expression softened into something almost tender and loving as he answered without hesitation.

"I would impregnate you, Nadia. I’d fill your womb with my babies."

The words hit like a thunderbolt. Three barriers shattered instantly.

Bang!

Luckily, six more layers immediately rose in their place, containing the violent surge of her power.

Mika kept going, voice steady and intense.

"I’d fuck you over and over again until your womb completely swells up with my children. And even after you give birth to a beautiful child, I’d immediately start fucking you the next day and fill you up once again."

"Just like that—over and over. I’d make you give birth to my children again and again. There wouldn’t be a day that your belly isn’t swollen up. And I would make sure to keep it that way."

Boom!

All the barriers shattered—for just a single second.

Because of this, across the capital, buildings trembled. People stumbled. Glasses rattled on tables. A collective gasp rose from the city.

Then Mika waved his hand, and new barriers formed, thicker than before, stronger than ever, containing the storm of Nadia’s emotions.

Nadia, however, barely noticed the destruction. She was lost in her own world, mind reeling.

She couldn’t believe her son had just said those words.

After all, if he was speaking like this, it could only mean one thing: he was looking at her not as his mother, but as a woman—a woman he wanted to impregnate and breed.

The thought was absurd, wrong on every conceivable level.

She had always imagined Mika eventually making Astrid or one of the others a mother, making her a grandmother.

But now he was saying he wanted her, his own mother to bear his children instead. It shattered something in her mind.

She didn’t know what to feel. Horror? Shame? Rejection?

Yet beneath all of it, a deep, secret part of her, the hidden woman she had buried for decades craved the idea.

The thought of carrying Mika’s child, of her belly swelling with his seed, sent another unwanted rush of heat between her thighs.

She quickly tried to reject it, whispering internally,

’No, no, that can’t happen...’ But the feeling only grew stronger.

Finally, unable to contain it any longer, she looked at him with a crumbling, tear-filled expression and asked directly, voice trembling,

"I-Is it true, Mika?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "Do you really want to put a child in me? Make your own mother pregnant?"

She bit her lip, forcing out the next words.

"Do you look at me not as a mother...but as a woman?"

She stared at him, heart hammering, waiting for his answer. After everything he had said, she was certain he would confirm it. She didn’t know how she would handle it if he did.

But to her complete surprise, the lust and intensity on Mika’s face vanished in an instant.

Instead, he suddenly wore a bright, playful grin, as if the entire conversation had been one big joke. He threw his head back and started laughing heartily.

"Haha! Of course not, Nadia. What are you talking about?"

She stared at him, frozen.

"There’s no way I would look at you that way. You’re my mother. Why would I want to put a child in you?"

He shook his head, still laughing. "That’s ridiculous!"

"But—you just said—"

"It’s a prank." He waved a hand, grinning. "It’s all a prank, Nadia. Every word, from start to finish. I was just messing with you."

She gaped at him.

"You seemed so tense, so wound up. I wanted to help you relax, so I decided to pull a big prank. Really go all out, you know?"

He chuckled, settling back in his chair. "And judging my how shocked you look, it looks like it worked."

He laughed again, light and casual, as if he hadn’t just spent the last hour groping her, whispering filthy things in her ear, and confessing his desire to impregnate her.