Chapter 498: A Taboo Aerial Chase

Nadia’s emotions spiraled out of control.

Immediately, the ground below began to tremble—not dangerously, not enough to cause damage.

But enough that people noticed.

The bomb squad members, still celebrating, glanced around uncertainly.

"Must be aftershocks from the bomb disposal." One of them said.

"Probably. Nothing to worry about."

They went back to celebrating.

They had no idea that Lady Nadia, the same Lady Nadia they were praising, the hero of the hour was being kissed by her own son high above their heads, and that she was barely holding herself together.

His tongue pushed against her lips again.

But she kept them sealed shut.

It was her only defense, the only line she could draw in this moment.

As long as his tongue didn’t enter her mouth, she could pretend this was still somehow acceptable. Still somehow not crossing the final line.

Mika noticed. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression mildly annoyed.

"Push your tongue out, Nadia. Show me your tongue."

Her eyes were hazy, unfocused. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged

. She shook her head, her voice trembling.

"No—no, Mika, you can’t. You can’t kiss me like that. A mother and son shouldn’t—"

"I said...stick out your tongue."

His voice was calm. Authoritative. The kind of tone that brooked no argument.

She trembled. She knew that look and she knew that when he looked at her like that, there was no refusing him.

No matter how wrong it was. No matter how much she wanted to resist.

Slowly, hesitantly, she opened her mouth.

Her small pink tongue emerged, trembling slightly.

A look of satisfaction crossed Mika’s face. He leaned in, caught her tongue between his lips, and began to suck.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Nadia jerked in his arms, her flight faltering as a moan caught in her throat. He was sucking on her tongue—licking it, playing with it, pulling it deeper into his mouth.

She tried to pull away again, but he held her fast, his grip unyielding.

His tongue wrapped around hers, sliding, caressing, dancing. He was making love to her mouth, and she was powerless to stop him.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Then he pulled her closer and kissed her properly, his tongue sliding past her lips, invading her mouth completely.

She felt him everywhere—tasting her, exploring her, claiming her.

His tongue played with hers, bullied it, thrashed it around before sucking it back into his mouth along with her saliva.

She tasted him too—sweet, addictive, impossible to resist.

They were not kissing like mother and son.

They were kissing like lovers.

She had always wondered what that was like—what it felt like to be kissed with passion, with desire, with hunger.

She had only ever known wholesome kisses, familial affection, the soft pecks of duty and care.

This was nothing like that.

Her body grew hot. Her mind went blank. She felt as if she was being transported to another world, a place where rules didn’t apply, where taboos didn’t exist, where she could simply feel and not think.

The ground shook harder.

And the worst part—the most shameful, damning part was that she was loving it!

At first, she had resisted. Pushed against him. Told herself that this was wrong, that a mother shouldn’t want this.

But the more his tongue moved, the more he licked and sucked and claimed her mouth, the more she fell into it.

She couldn’t help herself. It felt too good.

Just like when he had fingered her earlier, she had tried to resist. But her body had betrayed her, growing wet and needy, craving more.

Now her mouth was betraying her too.

She stopped resisting. She let him kiss her. She kissed him back.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her tongue began to move against his, shy at first, then more boldly. She sucked his tongue when he offered it, tasted his saliva, let him taste hers.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

She told herself she wasn’t really participating—she was just trying to control her emotions, trying to keep them from spilling out and causing more earthquakes.

But deep down, she knew the truth.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

And that knowledge terrified her.

They kissed high in the sky, hidden from the world below, mother and son locked in an embrace that should never have happened.

Nadia’s mind was a haze of pleasure and shame, her body responding in ways she couldn’t control.

But just then—a voice cut through the fog.

"Mika! Nadia! You did it—you really did it!"

Fauna.

Nadia’s eyes snapped open and she turned.

Her sister was flying toward them, her angel wings spread wide, her face aglow with joy and excitement.

She was coming to congratulate them—to hug them, to celebrate.

Nadia panicked.

She couldn’t let Fauna see. Couldn’t let her sister witness this—the kiss, the intimacy, the taboo.

Fauna was innocent, pure, untouched by such darkness. If she saw them like this, it would shatter her.

And if word spread to the rest of the family—

She couldn’t even imagine the consequences.

She shot Mika a pleading look, begging him to stop, to let go, to save them both from this disaster.

But he didn’t stop.

If anything, he kissed her harder, his tongue plunging deeper into her mouth.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

His hand slid down her back and squeezed her ass, fingers digging into the plush flesh.

Seeing this, Nadia grew desperate.

Her own tongue moved frantically against his, begging, pleading—please, Mika, stop—

But he ignored her.

Fauna was so close now.

With a surge of strength born of pure panic, Nadia wrenched her mouth away from his.

"Please, Mika—" She gasped, her voice raw. "—you can kiss me later, I promise—just not with Fauna right here—"

He smirked and pulled her back in, kissing her harder, more insistently, as if to say: I don’t care who sees.

Nadia was horrified.

Fauna was almost upon them. There was no time to argue, no time to reason. She did the only thing she could think of.

She fled!

Still holding Mika in her arms, she shot away from Fauna like a rocket, flying across the sky with desperate speed.

Fauna blinked in confusion. "Wait—hold on—why are you going?"

She gave chase, her wings beating furiously.

"Wait! You two, stop running away from me! I’m not going to hurt you—I just want to give you a hug!"

Nadia didn’t slow down. She flew in wide, frantic circles, trying to keep distance between them while

Mika continued to kiss her, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands roaming her body.

Fauna pursued relentlessly, pouting in confusion.

"Hold on! You can’t just celebrate without your sister—let me in on the fun too!"

She thought Nadia was trying to keep Mika all to herself. She had no idea what was really happening.

While Nadia did barrel rolls in the sky, her emotions were in chaos.

Normally, she was one of the fastest among her sisters, capable of speeds Fauna could never match.

But right now, with Mika’s kisses distracting her, with her body burning and her mind a mess, she couldn’t fly straight, couldn’t find her full speed.

Fauna was gaining.

She realized it was over. She was about to be caught—her sister about to witness this scandal, this taboo act between mother and son.

But even now, she didn’t want to throw Mika under the bus.

She didn’t want to blame him, to claim he had forced her.

Instead, she felt a fierce protectiveness rise in her chest.

She would protect him.

Whatever the cost, she would stand by his side, take the blame if necessary, claim that she had been the one to want the kiss.

Her motherly love—twisted as it had become still burned bright.

But just as Fauna closed in and Nadia braced herself for discovery—Mika finally pulled back.

The kiss ended.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a playful smile on his face.

Just then, Fauna caught up to them, panting slightly, and immediately pouted.

"You two! Why did you run away like that?!"

"I came here with such goodwill to cheer you on and give you hugs and kisses, and you’re running away from me like I’m some kind of monster!"

She crossed her arms, looking adorably offended.

But Mika just acted completely casual.

"Sorry, Fauna. This was my idea. I just wanted to play a game of chase with you."

He shrugged. "Everyone’s nerves were pretty tense after everything that happened. I thought a little game would help calm everyone down."

Fauna’s eyes widened, then softened. A beautiful smile spread across her face.

"Oh! Is that all, Mika? Okay, okay—I thought you were running away from me on purpose, pushing me away."

She patted her abundant chest in relief. "I’m so glad it was just a game."

Then she tilted her head, noticing something odd.

"Nadia? What’s wrong with you?"

Nadia’s face was completely flushed. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

She looked like she had just run a marathon—or done something far more strenuous.

"You’re all red." Fauna said, flying closer. "The last time I saw you this flushed was when you had that terrible fever as a kid. Remember? We were all so worried about you."

She reached out and placed a hand on Nadia’s forehead.

"Are you sick? You feel really warm."

Nadia’s heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t tell Fauna the truth—couldn’t explain that the flush on her cheeks was from passion, not fever. That the sweat on her skin was from desire, not illness.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Mika saved her.

Or atleast that’s what Nadia thought until she heard what he actually said.

"I kissed her" He said casually.

Nadia’s blood ran cold.

Fauna blinked. "What?"

Nadia felt as if she was going to faint on the spot.

That is until—

"I kissed Nadia on the cheek." Mika added, completely unrepentant.

"A congratulations kiss. She saved the whole capital, she deserved something special."

Fauna blinked multiple times before she burst out laughing.

"Oh, Mika, you’re such a tease!" She swatted his arm playfully. "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you meant—"

She waved her hand, unable to even finish the sentence.

She turned to Nadia, still chuckling.

"So that’s why you’re so flustered? Your son kissed you? Honestly, Nadia, you’re so dramatic."

She shook her head fondly.

"It’s just a kiss on the cheek. It’s not like he gave you passionate kiss on the lips or something."

Nadia’s face, if possible, grew even redder.

Mika’s smile didn’t waver.

Meanwhile, Fauna completely unaware of everything, wrapped her arms around both of them, pulling them into a warm group hug.

"You two are the best." She said, her voice thick with emotion. "I’m so proud of you. Both of you."

She squeezed them tight, and Nadia felt her sister’s warmth, her love, her innocence—and she felt like the worst person in the world.

Because she had done something inappropriate.

And she had loved every second of it.