Chapter 534: The Enemy Of Women

The moment he said this, Nadia who had been holding onto Mika tightly suddenly let go.

Her entire body went limp. She fell backward as if she were about to bang her head on the table behind her.

Mika caught her in a panic, his arms wrapping around her waist.

"Nadia! What’s wrong? What happened?"

Nadia found herself pulled back into his embrace, her face extremely flustered. She looked like she was about to burst into tears from how red she was.

"S-Sorry, Mika." Her voice was shaky. "I just...I didn’t know how to react to what you said. I just let go of myself for a moment."

And that really was the truth.

In that moment, she felt like someone strolling along the beach collecting seashells for her own amusement—

—only to suddenly spot something shiny half-buried in the sand and realize it was actually a massive piece of gold.

Basically what Mika had told her made her body thrum with excitement.

She even felt her pussy leaking juices from the sheer giddiness of his words, from the fact that he was looking at her that way right now.

Of course, Nadia knew there was no romantic love behind what he said.

He wasn’t seeing her as anything more than his mother. He was simply lusting after her body.

But even that thrilled her, since she had never imagined Mika would ever look at her like that.

She had always assumed she would be the only freak in the family—the only one lusting after her own relatives.

Yet it turned out Mika felt the same.

Just as she secretly wanted to explore his body, feel him up, and touch him all over...he wanted to do the same to her.

Suddenly, the body she had never given much thought to—sometimes even seeing it as a hindrance in combat—now looked far more attractive in her eyes.

She felt a rush of pride at being so full of assets that she had managed to seduce her own son.

Emboldened by Mika’s words, Nadia couldn’t help but press herself closer. She looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, pushing her chest firmly against his as she asked,

"Mika...I’m very curious about what you said right now. Can you tell me more?"

She swallowed.

"I mean, like, what exactly excited you about my body? And specifically...what exactly turned you on?"

She looked him directly in the eye, her gaze burning with curiosity and something else—something darker, hungrier.

Mika’s face turned bright red. He looked away, shifting uncomfortably beneath her.

"Nadia, I—this is so wrong. I can’t just describe—"

"Why not?" She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "You’ve already done all those things to me. You’ve touched me everywhere. You said yourself you got excited. So tell me."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"It’s embarrassing, Nadia. A son shouldn’t talk about his mother’s body like that."

But Nadia insisted.

"Please, Mika. Please! Your mother won’t ask anything else of you. Just tell me!"

Mika thought about it for a moment.

Even though this was exactly what he wanted, exactly the direction he had been steering their conversation, he pretended to consider.

Finally, he let out a deep, resigned sigh.

"Fine, Nadia. Fine."

Her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky.

"If you really want to know what I feel, then let me tell you."

She jumped up and down on his lap in uncontainable excitement, completely unaware that she was only making his penis rise higher and higher with every single movement.

Mika cleared his throat, the sound a futile attempt to dispel the thick tension that had settled between them.

"Well..." He began, his voice low and contemplative. "...to start off...the reason I love your body so much is..."

He trailed off, his gaze sweeping down over her form.

His eyes moved slowly, as if he were studying a work of art he had only just begun to appreciate.

He lingered on the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the generous expanse of her chest.

Nadia, feeling the weight of his inspection, found herself pushing her chest out slightly—an unconscious gesture, an offering.

She wanted him to see.

She wanted him to appreciate.

She wanted to be worthy of the desire he had confessed.

Mika’s eyes gleamed with appreciation as he finally smiled.

"It’s gotta be the fact that you have the same type of body your daughter possesses."

He chuckled softly, almost to himself.

"But that makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re her mother. It’s only natural that you would share similar physical traits."

Nadia tilted her head, looking down at her own body in bewilderment.

"What do you mean by that, Mika? What exactly is so distinct about my body?"

A light blush crept across her cheeks.

"What is it that...turns you on so much? I don’t see anything particularly special. I mean, it’s just...my body. The same one I’ve had for years."

She genuinely didn’t understand. She had never thought of herself as particularly attractive—not in the way other women seemed to obsess over their appearances.

Her body was functional, a vessel for her power and her duties. She had never given it much thought beyond that.

Mika gave her a peculiar gaze, one that seemed to say he was looking at someone who had no idea how fortunate she was.

"That’s the thing, Nadia. You don’t know because you were naturally gifted with a body like this."

He grabbed onto her waist, his fingers playing across her sides, melting into her soft flesh.

"To you, it’s just natural to have such a figure. You were blessed with it from a very young age, and it’s never really changed your entire life."

"It’s just...always been there."

He squeezed gently, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips.

"But if you were to go to another woman and tell them that you don’t exercise, that you don’t diet, that you’ve never once worried about your weight—I’m pretty sure she’d be so angry that she’d want to slap you around, Nadia."

Nadia gasped, genuinely surprised.

"In fact, the entire female population of the continent would be after you with pitchforks."

Mika shook his head, still smiling

"They’d call you tone-deaf, ungrateful, absurdly privileged."

"That’s absurd." Nadia said, looking even more confused. "What exactly is so wrong about my body that it would offend so many people?"

She gently caressed his chest, her fingers trailing over the fabric of his shirt. The gesture was meant to be comforting, but it came out more intimate than she intended.

Mika sighed, a sound caught between exasperation and affection.

"It’s not that you said anything wrong, Nadia. It’s just that you don’t understand your own capabilities. You don’t see what everyone else sees when they look at you."

He squeezed her waist again, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh and explained saying,

"Most womennhave to work hard to maintain their bodies. They exercise, they diet, they spend hours in the gym and ton of money on personal trainers and nutritionists. And even then, they struggle. They don’t achieve perfection."

He looked up at her, his eyes serious.

"But you? You don’t have to do any of that. You eat whatever you want, you’ve never been to a gym in your life, and yet you have a body that most women would kill for. That’s almost crazy, Nadia. It doesn’t make sense."

Nadia opened her mouth to respond, but he held up a hand.

"If you really want to understand what I’m talking about, let me show you."

He gripped her waist tightly, his fingers spanning almost the entire circumference.

"Even though your body itself is extremely slender to the extent that one might even call it a little too thin, maybe even bony—you have certain places that are just...abundant."

He looked up at her vast cleavage, his gaze hungry.

"Like your breasts over here."

He then reached around and slapped her rear, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

"And this fat ass behind you."

Nadia blushed furiously but didn’t pull away.

"The amount of flesh you have in those areas honestly doesn’t make any sense, not when the rest of your body is so slender."

Nadia looked down at herself, still confused. She knew she was thin—she had always been thin, ever since she was a child—but she didn’t see anything unusual about her proportions.

She was just...built this way.

Mika seemed to sense her continued confusion.

"For example, look at this waist of yours, Nadia."

With effortless strength, he lifted her slightly and settled her more firmly on his lap, demonstrating just how light and delicate she felt despite her height and presence.

"It’s so thin and tiny that I can barely wrap both of my hands around it. If I had one more hand, I’m pretty sure I could do it perfectly."

But she just looked down, still confused as she innocently asked,

"Isn’t that very common for everyone who has a slender build?"

Mika stared at her.

He stared for a long, long moment.

Then he shook his head slowly, a disbelieving laugh escaping his lips.

"Wow, Nadia. That has got to be the most ignorant thing I’ve ever heard you say."

Her eyes widened.

"You’re usually so smart about everything else, but it seems like you’ve never really thought about your own body the way others do. You don’t even know something as basic as this."

He looked down at her waist again, shaking his head

"A waist like this? This isn’t common, Nadia. It’s not even close to common. Most women would look at you and feel inadequate. They’d wonder what they did wrong, why they weren’t born with a figure like yours."

He let out a slow breath.

"But that’s not really the point. There are definitely some people like you said who have slender waists. I’m not denying that."

"But to them, the rest of their body is also just like their waist. Completely flat. No flesh at all. They’re basically just skin and bones all over, without any bit of meat or fat on them."

His eyes glowed with intensity.

"But you, on the other hand..."

He trailed off, his gaze raking over her figure with obvious appreciation.

"...have meat in all the right places."

Nadia’s heart pounded. "L-Like where, Mika?"

He smiled, a teasing, knowing smile.

"Do you really want me to show you directly, Nadia? I’m pretty sure if you just think about it for a moment, you’ll know exactly what I’m pointing to."

Nadia felt her cheeks burn. She knew exactly what he was implying.

But after hearing him praise her body and knowing that he lusted after it, she was too far gone to care about shame.

"It’s..alright, Mika." Her voice was shy but steady. "I want to have a thorough understanding of your thoughts. So go ahead."

"Tell me exactly where you’re talking about."

Mika’s smile widened. He didn’t hesitate.

In one motion, his hands came up from underneath and grabbed onto her breasts.

They slid under her breasts, cupping them from beneath, lifting their heavy weight. He began to grope them gently, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, kneading her like dough.

"Mmmm—! Ahhhh—!"

The sensation made Nadia whimper, a small, involuntary sound that escaped her lips before she could stop it.

But she didn’t pull away. She didn’t tell him to stop. She simply looked at him with shy, hooded eyes, watching as he fondled her.

"I’m talking about these big, fat melons you have here, Nadia."

He squeezed again, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

"Not only are they absurd in proportion—something as big as this shouldn’t be this perky—but they also have such a perfect shape. It’s like they were sculpted."

He lifted them up, pressing them together, and buried his face in her cleavage. He inhaled deeply, his nose nestled against her skin, and Nadia felt her entire body flush with heat.

"Breasts like these don’t belong on a body like this." His voice was muffled against her chest, but she heard every word. "They’re completely out of place when you have such a slender frame."

He pulled back slightly, shaking his head in mock dismay.

"In fact, it’s so absurd that if I were to strip you down naked—"

Nadia’s face burned at the thought.

"—and make you stand in front of a panel of women, ask them to examine your body and determine if it was natural, none of them would believe it."

"They would definitely say you had surgery. That you had implants, or liposuction, or some kind of procedure to maintain such a shape."

Nadia shook her head vehemently.

"No, Mika, I never did such a thing! Why would I get useless surgery like that?"

Mika nodded, his expression understanding.

"I know that, Nadia. I believe you. But others? Others would look at you and think you’re lying. That you’re hiding something."

He looked down at her cleavage again, his hands still cupping her breasts.

"That’s just how absurd your proportions are. Especially with how thin the rest of your body is."

He leaned in closer, his eyes intense, and Nadia shivered. He whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"I can even show you another example. One that will most definitely make you understand."

His fingers slipped inside the neckline of her one-piece dress. She felt them against her skin, sliding lower, tugging the fabric down.

"But..."

He murmured, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of her earlobe.

"I’ll have to look at you much more closely to show you..."

"...If you know what I mean."

Nadia’s whole body trembled. She knew she should stop this. She knew this was wrong, that she was crossing lines that should never be crossed.

But she nodded anyway.

"Go ahead, Mika...Do whatever you have to do to make me understand."

Mika smiled—a satisfied, deeply pleased smile before he tugged on the fabric, pulling it lower and lower.

More of her pale white cleavage was revealed, the valley between her breasts growing deeper, more pronounced.

Her breasts were so massive that even with the dress pulled down, they didn’t threaten to spill out—they simply sat there, heavy and proud, like two mountains blanketed in snow.

He pulled lower. And lower. And lower.

Until finally, her nipples slipped free.