Chapter 218: Chapter 218: You’re Supposed To Resist! Not Stick Your Ass Out!

Mika hadn’t let up for a second.

His tongue and lips were relentless, dragging across every inch of Yelena’s trembling ass—broad licks from the bottom curve right up, sucking marks into her flesh, his chin scraping her as he mouthed and bit at her—leaving behind a trail of wetness and purple bruises that stood stark against her pale skin.

He worked her over until the entire surface glistened, shiny with spit and tingling where his teeth had marked her—and every breath Yelena took trembled in her chest, her thighs clenching and relaxing, muscles fluttering from the constant stimulation.

He didn’t leave a single patch of skin untouched, cheeks, inner curve, even the sensitive dip just beneath.

"Look at you shaking." He breathed, a line of saliva still connecting his mouth to her skin. "I could spend hours on this ass. You have no idea how fucking sweet you taste, Yelena."

She could only whimper, body arching, but Mika’s hands squeezed her tighter, fingers digging in, thumbs spreading her cheeks wide for another long lick, savoring her, eyes glazed and wild.

He kept himself just barely in check, feeling his own restraint slipping with every desperate, wordless sound she made.

But when he paused just for a moment, he noticed how still she’d gone—her ass up high, body obedient, but not a single word of protest left.

"What’s wrong, Yelena? Suddenly so quiet?"

He grinned, voice teasing but genuinely curious.

"Just a moment ago you were squealing, saying no, telling me to stop, pushing me away—now you’re just sticking your ass out for me, all silent and sweet. You’re not even trying to wriggle free. Cat got your tongue?"

Yelena didn’t look back at first, but he could see the red blooming across her cheeks and neck. Eventually, she shot him a frustrated glare over her shoulder, her eyes narrow, lips pressed together in a petulant line.

"It’s because whenever I say anything, or make any noise, you just get more worked up and do even dirtier things to me, Mika. So I’m going to stay silent!"

The words came out in a huff, but her voice wavered at the edges, betraying the heat and humiliation beneath her pout.

And in response, he just laughed, slow and low, hand coming down with a playful—smack!—right across her ass, watching the jiggle.

"You’re not wrong." He admitted. "Your reactions make it so much better. When you whimper, when you moan, when you beg for me to stop, god, that’s the best part. I could listen to you plead all day, watch you get flustered, see your pretty face crumple."

"But if you stay quiet...well, that’s no fun at all. But maybe..." He paused with a mischievous look on his face. "...I’ve got a way to fix that."

Before she could ask what he meant, he was already moving, crouched down again behind her, strong hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks wide.

"Mika—! What are you—!?" Her breath hitched, eyes wide as she felt the cool air rush over her most private skin, places no one had ever seen but her, and certainly not like this.

Meanwhile, he held her open, staring in open awe at the pale flesh hidden away from the sun and mainly—at the pink rim of her tight little hole, just barely visible around the edge of her underwear, the fabric tucked in tight and offering only the barest glimpse of her most secret place.

"Damn, Yelena, look at this...so fucking beautiful."

Mika breathed, cock pulsing hard in his pants as he stared. He ran a finger gently along the exposed edge, teasing the elastic of her underwear aside just a little more.

"You’ve been hiding this from me all this time. I can barely see it, just a glimpse, but fuck...it’s enough to drive me crazy. Do you know how gorgeous you look, spread out like this for me?"

Yelena flushed deep red, face buried in her arms, her whole body tense with embarrassment.

"N-No, Mika, don’t look there! Please, it’s too embarrassing, you’re not allowed, nobody is, please..."

She tried to twist away, but his grip held her steady, thumbs spreading her even wider, letting in more light, more air, making her feel impossibly exposed.

"Please, don’t look, don’t do that, Mika, it’s...that’s too much...!"

But he just shook his head, eyes locked on her, voice playful but absolutely serious.

"Are you kidding? Not allowed? How could you even say that when you’re hiding something this perfect from me?...That’s a crime, Yelena."

"And this part of you, so lonely, tucked away, never getting any attention. It’s about time someone gave it the love it deserves."

He hooked a finger under the waistband, tugging it up so the fabric cut between her cheeks, revealing more of her, more pale skin, more of the trembling, clenching rim of her ass, tight and pink, utterly untouched.

She squeaked, panic and excitement mixing in her voice. "No, Mika, please, don’t...I’ll die, I’ll faint, I can’t...it’s too much..." But even as she begged, her hips stayed right where they were, her ass pushed out, waiting, helpless and on display.

But Mika only licked his lips, unable to look away.

"I can’t stop, Yelena. Even these little glimpses of your pretty pink hole are driving me insane. Imagine what I’d do if I saw it all."

Then, to Yelena’s utter shock, Mika was about to do just what he threatened. She could feel him tugging the fabric to the side, making her cheeks spread wider, revealing more and more of the delicate pinkness.

His eyes shined as he could finally see almost half of it, the small, pink hole that was contracting and relaxing slightly, a sight that was utterly erotic to him.

But just as Mika was about to see Yelena’s anus in its entirety, all of a sudden, footsteps could be heard descending the stairs. A tired and slightly sleepy voice followed, the person clearly having just woken up.

"Mama, have you seen Mika? He isn’t in his bed. Is he somewhere down here?"

It was Charlotte.

"And have you already made breakfast yet? I’m starving. I couldn’t really eat much last night with everything that happened, I was so nervous. So now, I’m going to have an absolute feast!"

Charlotte walked into the living room, expecting to see her mother busy cooking in the kitchen.

And just like she thought—she was in the kitchen, but the sight that greeted her, a nightmare made real—caused her to freeze on the spot, her face draining completely of color.

There was her proud, beautiful mother, Yelena, bent over in only her bra and panties on the sleek marble countertop, her ass lifted high in the air.

And there was Mika, her son, crouched low, his face buried deep into her butt cheeks, his hands spreading them wide apart, as if preparing to gaze upon or even do unspeakable things to her most intimate parts.

Charlotte couldn’t believe her eyes. A horrified smile crept onto her face.

"T-This has to be a dream." She muttered to herself. "No—Not a dream, a nightmare. But still, this can’t be real."

And then to both Mika and Yelena’s shock, Charlotte hauled back and delivered a loud, sharp slap to her own cheek, going all out.

Slap!

She was convinced that once she felt the pain, the hallucination would vanish.

But to her utter horror, even after the tight slap and the stinging pain, she could still see her mother bent over while Mika was intently gazing into her butt.

That immediately made her flip out. With a look of outrage and utter fluster, Charlotte stormed to the other side of the counter, pointing a furious finger at her mother’s exposed form.

"What are you doing, Mama?! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" She shrieked. "Same as yesterday, I walked in on you having your breasts sucked—and somehow you gave an excuse and got away with it!"

"Then Mika started kissing you—and still, I excused that as well! But what excuse do you have right now?!"

She looked from Mika back to Yelena.

"Why in the world is Mika licking your butt and biting into it like he’s a dog right now? And why is he treating your butt like it’s his favorite toy?! It doesn’t make any sense at all!"

Seeing her duaghter, Yelena honestly wasn’t shocked anymore and was already used to it at this point.

But still, hearing her daughter’s sheer outrage, Yelena knew she had to answer immediately. Especially since she couldn’t allow Mika to speak; he would undoubtedly confess his love and expose everything.

She had to maintain some shred of her dignity and control the narrative. So, after brainstorming for a moment and taking a page out of Mika book when it came to lies and manipulation, she decided to use the existing truth and twist it around.

Still bent over the counter, Yelena slowly lifted her gaze to Charlotte. She adopted the most pitiful, victimized expression she could muster.

"Charlotte, don’t misunderstand!" She pleaded, voice cracking. "This isn’t—I didn’t—It’s just that Mika woke up like a beast this morning! An absolute savage and he’s been after me! He’s been relentless—just like you warned! I’ve never seen him like this!"

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. "I told you he’d be like this, Mama! I said he’d be insatiable! But I thought you’d push him away, Mama! Shoo him off! Not...Not stick your ass out like you’re enjoying it!"

Yelena’s lower lip trembled, tears welling as she looked up at her daughter with wide, pitiful eyes and continued the act saying,

"I-I tried, Charlotte! I swear I did! I told him he’s my son, that this is wrong, that we can’t—I begged him to stop!" A tear slipped down her cheek. "But...he knows something about me. A secret. Something I can’t let anyone find out."

"He said if I don’t...comply...he’ll tell everyone. And it’s not just embarrassing, it would destroy this family. The relationships, the trust, everything."

Charlotte was momentarily stunned.

"Secret?...What secret do you have that you’re so scared of to the extent that you’re even allowing your own son to lick your butt like this?"

"What world-ending secret is it that you can’t tell anyone else?...It can’t be that bad, right?"

Yelena remained silent, shaking her head.

"It is, Charlotte. It really is."

"It’s a secret that would completely break the family apart if anyone would hear it. The secret would destroy the basic dynamic and relationships of this entire family and there’s no way I can allow it to be spread."

A realization of fear dawned on Charlotte’s face.

"Is it really so bad that you can’t even tell it to me, your own daughter?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"I especially can’t tell it to you, Charlotte." Yelena managed a wounded, gentle smile. "You’re probably the only person...the main person I can’t tell it to. It’s something really, really bad, and something that I shouldn’t have done." She made her voice sound utterly defeated. "That’s why it’s become my weakness, my point of exploitation, and I can’t do anything about it."

Charlotte instantly realized her mother truly was the pitiful one right now, being bullied and extorted by Mika’s antics.

Understanding this, her frustration and anger immediately shifted from her mother to Mika—who was still gazing into her mother’s butthole, completely disregarding Charlotte’s presence.

This only infuriated her more.

She walked quickly over to Mika’s side, pointing a furious finger down at him.

"What are you doing, Mika?! How dare you blackmail my mother like this?!" She shouted, her voice shaking with righteous fury. "This is an outrage! She’s the one who raised you and took care of you and loved you so much, and this is how you repay her?!"

She had expected, demanded, some semblance of remorse, some flicker of guilt in his eyes.

But what she got instead was something far worse.

Mika didn’t even flinch. He just stared up at her, his expression shifting from mild annoyance to something darker, something that made Charlotte’s stomach twist.

His gaze was unapologetic, almost disappointed, as if she were the one who had crossed a line by daring to interrupt.

And before she could gather her thoughts, his hands were already moving.

"Wait—! What are you doin—?!"

Charlotte barely got the words out before his fingers hooked into the waistband of her pajama pants, yanking them down with a single, rough tug.

The fabric pooled at her ankles, and before she could process what was happening, her underwear followed, stripped away just as easily.

The cool air hit her exposed butt, and she gasped, hands flying to cover herself—but it was too late as Mika had already grabbed onto her cheeks.

Mika’s grip was iron, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he then spun her around and pressed her down beside Yelena—their asses now side by side on the counter, both bare, both on display.

"W-Wait—! Mika, what are you doing?! You can’t just—!"

Charlotte’s protest died in her throat as his palm came down—SMACK!—right across her left cheek.

"Ahhhh!~"

The sound echoed through the kitchen, sharp and obscene, and she yelped, her body jolting forward.

The sting radiated through her, hot and sudden, and she twisted to glare at him over her shoulder, her face flushed with humiliation.

"Ow! What was that for?! You—!"

But once again, before she could say anything—Another SMACK!—this time on the other cheek.

"Ow! Stop it! Mika, you’re—!!"

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

"HAUGHHHHH!~"

Her words dissolved into a high-pitched squeal as his hand rained down again and again—each strike landing with precision, turning her pale skin pink, then red—then a deep, throbbing crimson.

The counter dug into her hips as she squirmed, her ass jiggling with every impact, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room...all the while Yelena had no clue how the he went from moments from playing with her asshole to spanking her duaghter.