SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 334: Your Banana’s Going To Explode!

Fauna’s stomach churned.

His balls were intimidating in their own right—enormous, swollen, drawn up tight against his body from arousal.

She knew, anatomically, that they were the source—the factory producing seed in quantities she could scarcely imagine.

The thought alone made her dizzy.

’How much semen could something this size hold?’

’Enough to flood a womb completely.’

’Enough to overflow, gush out, guarantee pregnancy with a single release.’

Her face burned hotter.

She looked up at him, flustered and worried as his mother.

"M-Mika." She stammered. "When you...when you do it with other women—that is, intercourse—you always wear a condom, right?"

"You use protection? Safety first like a good boy?"

Mika chuckled warmly, eyes twinkling.

"Not really." He admitted casually. "Condoms were never my thing. I prefer to finish inside—fill them up completely. I love watching it leak out afterward."

"The way it gushes...it’s hot."

Fauna’s eyes went wide in panic.

"What—no, Mika!" She cried, voice rising in motherly indignation. "You’re not supposed to do that! That’s not safe at all!"

"Even if I want grandchildren someday, that doesn’t mean I want you knocking up random girls just because! You need to wear condoms."

"This is non-negotiable!"

But Mika just reached out and gently caressed her head, smiling down at her.

"It’s all right, Fauna. I understand your worry. But I don’t need condoms. With my body, I can control it—I can fire blanks if I want. Neutralize the sperm completely. So it’s not a big risk."

Fauna stared, shocked.

She couldn’t believe her son was creampie-ing women purely because he liked the sensation—and was too lazy for condoms.

"But...but what if you forget?" She pressed, still worried. "What if you get lost in the moment and just...let it all out?"

Mika leaned down, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to her forehead.

"Then that just means you’ll be getting a grandchild sooner." He teased before adding, "And you’ll become a grandma."

Fauna pouted instantly, face scrunching in playful outrage.

"Don’t call me grandma, Mika!"

In a burst of indignation, she reached out—and grabbed his balls firmly.

Mika jolted upright with a sharp gasp.

"Whoa—stop, stop, stop!" He laughed breathlessly. "Don’t squeeze so hard! I really won’t give you any grandchildren if you crush them!"

Fauna’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what she’d done.

"S-Sorry! Sorry, Mika!" She squeaked, immediately loosening her grip.

Instead, her hands shifted to gentle, almost apologetic caressing—softly massaging the heavy orbs, rolling them carefully in her palms as if trying to soothe any imagined hurt.

"I’ll be gentler from now on...I promise..."

Mika exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded.

Every innocent touch, every soft stroke and careful knead sent electric pleasure coursing through him.

He fought to keep control, to not thrust into her hand, to not spill right then and there.

Because she truly believed she was being clinical professional, while unknowingly giving him the most exquisite, teasing stimulation.

The contrast—her pure intent versus the erotic reality—nearly undid him.

But he held back.

There was still more to come.

More steps in the plan.

As Fauna’s fingers gently cradled and massaged Mika’s heavy sac, the initial intimidation began to fade.

Unlike the iron-hard shaft above, his balls were surprisingly soft—warm, almost squishy beneath the thin skin.

They shifted and rolled under her touch like large, silky stress balls or some luxurious massage toy.

She found herself absently kneading them, rolling them between her fingers, enjoying the yielding texture far more than she should.

’They’re...kind of fun to play with.’ She thought, then immediately horrified herself.

She was literally toying with her son’s testicles.

Snapping out of it, she quickly pressed the final sensor patch beneath them and withdrew her hands as if burned.

Stepping back, she surveyed her work.

Mika’s erection—now covered with wires, clips, and colorful adhesive patches—looked almost comical.

Like a mighty warrior hooked up to life support, or a fearsome beast on its last breath, about to expire under the weight of medical technology.

A helpless giggle bubbled up in her throat.

She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle it, knowing he would be mortified if she laughed.

But the moment her palm pressed against her lips, a powerful, musky scent flooded her senses.

The hand that had spent so long gripping, stroking, and caressing his shaft carried his essence strongly—salty, masculine, earthy, with an intoxicating undertone that hit her like a drug.

She should have been repulsed.

Private scents were rarely pleasant, even one’s own.

Yet instead of recoiling, Fauna froze.

Her body responded with shocking intensity.

A wave of heat crashed over her.

Her pussy clenched hard, another rush of slickness soaking her already-ruined underwear.

She inhaled again—slowly, involuntarily—drawing the scent deeper.

Even her free hand drifted up, pressing the scented palm fully against her nose.

In and out.

In and out.

She breathed him in like an addict, eyes half-lidded, savoring the raw, potent masculinity of her own son’s cock.

Her thighs pressed together as fresh arousal dripped down, thoroughly drenching her.

But that’s when Mika’s voice suddenly cut through the haze.

"Fauna? You okay? You’ve been holding your hand there a while. Are you going to sneeze or something? Need a tissue?"

Fauna jolted, yanking both hands away as if scalded.

"N-no, no, no, Mika!" She squeaked, face flaming. "Nothing at all!"

She practically dove for the console, fumbling to activate the localized scanners.

"I-I don’t know if we’ll find anything." She said quickly, Forcing professionalism back into her voice. "but we’ll check just in case."

The machines hummed to life again and Fauna gripped the tablet tightly, determined to focus solely on the data.

When it came to Mika’s health, nothing—not embarrassment, not forbidden desire could distract her.

She became the renowned physician once more: calm, meticulous, unshakable.

Mika, meanwhile, swung his legs idly off the edge of the bed, looking utterly carefree.

A mischievous thought crossed his mind.

’It would be hilarious to snap a photo right now—all wired up like this and send it to Anya or Charlotte. They’d lose their minds. They treasure this thing more than I do.’

He smirked quietly, imagining their panicked replies, while Fauna scrolled through the initial localized readings.

Everything appeared normal at first—blood flow elevated but stable, nerval activity nominal, no disturbances.

She allowed herself a small breath of relief.

Then one reading shifted.

Her eyes narrowed.

She tapped to zoom in.

The value climbed further.

Then another anomalous spike appeared.

And another.

Fauna’s breath caught.

She re-ran the scan.

The pattern held.

Her hands began to shake.

She moved to the next report—and the numbers there were so impossible, so far beyond any known parameter, that the tablet slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.

Clack!

She stood frozen, staring into empty space, face pale with disbelief.

Mika sat up, concerned.

"Fauna? What’s wrong? What happened?"

She didn’t answer at first.

Her mind raced, denying, recalculating, refusing to accept.

But the data was unambiguous.

Something was genuinely wrong with Mika’s body.

Tears welled in her eyes.

She turned to him slowly—face crumpling with guilt and anguish and walked over on unsteady legs.

"I-I’m so sorry, Mika." She whispered, voice breaking. "I’m so, so sorry for doing this to you

She stepped closer, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"For years...I’ve run countless tests on you. Nothing ever went wrong. You were always fine—always. I got arrogant because of that."

"I thought I was invincible. That my compounds were perfect. That nothing could ever harm you."

She looked up at him, devastated.

"But s-something has happened. Because of me. Because of what I did tonight...I’m so sorry."

Mika tilted his head, putting on a perfectly innocent, mildly alarmed expression.

"Hold on, Fauna—what exactly are you talking about? Are you saying one of the serums actually caused a side effect?"

Fauna nodded miserably, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Yes...but not exactly because of the serums themselves. All my compounds are safe, I know that from every prior test. They have no dangerous interactions on their own."

She took a shaky breath.

"But earlier today...when you treated the sisters...you were exposed to massive amounts of that powerful aphrodisiac compound. Even though your constitution resisted overt symptoms, trace amounts lingered in your system. They would have metabolized harmlessly eventually. But..."

Her voice grew quieter. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I then started injecting serum after serum—dozens of them without flushing anything between doses, because I never needed to before."

"And somehow...the residual aphrodisiac reacted with the accumulated compounds in a way I never predicted and it’s created a severe, unintended side effect."

Mika put on a concerned face, playing along.

"And...what side effect is that, Fauna? What could an aphrodisiac and a bunch of cosmetic serums possibly do?"

Fauna’s cheeks burned, but she forced herself to meet his eyes—then glanced down pointedly at his still-raging, sensor-covered erection.

"This." She said softly, voice trembling. "This is the problem."

She gestured helplessly.

"This isn’t natural arousal, Mika. You didn’t get hard because of some sort of external stimulation. But the reaction has hijacked your physiology."

"Blood flow, mana concentration—everything is being forcibly redirected to your penis. That’s why it’s so engorged, so rigid, twitching uncontrollably."

"Basically, the aphrodisiac’s effect is amplified to an extreme degree."

Mika put on a convincingly doubtful look.

"But...I don’t feel anything unusual beyond the erection itself."

"Normally I can sense and control every process in my body—cells, nerves, hormones. If something was wrong, I’d know. I’d fix it."

Fauna shook her head sadly.

"That’s the worst part, Mika. The compound the reaction produced...it’s completely novel. Alien to your system. Even your extraordinary constitution doesn’t recognize it. The machines barely could. Your body has no idea what it is or where it’s coming from, so you can’t regulate it."

"It’s...completely out of your control."

Mika shimmered his eyes in staged surprise.

"Wow...that’s a first. Something my body can’t handle?"

But inside, he was smirking.

Because, of course, it was all him.

With perfect control over his physiology, he had deliberately simulated the exact anomalous readings—spiking specific markers, redirecting blood flow, suppressing his own regulatory response—just enough to fool even Fauna’s custom machines.

The machines reported what he wanted them to report—and Fauna believed every word because the data backed it up.

But even though Mika already knew exactly what Fauna was about to say, he still asked,

"So what if I just leave it alone, Fauna? What if I let it settle down like usual? Will it go away on its own, or...?"

Fauna’s face went pale.

She stared at him for a long moment, lips parted, as if the very idea was too horrifying to voice.

But his gentle, trusting gaze left her no escape.

She reached out with trembling fingers and clasped his hand tightly, needing the anchor of his touch.

"Because of the intensity of this stimulation..." She began, voice trembling. "...if you just leave it like that—if it keeps building—it won’t stop."

She swallowed hard.

"Soon, all the blood in your body...and not just blood, even the mana reserves will keep redirecting there. More and more and more. Gathering. Concentrating."

Her grip tightened.

"Until finally...it can’t contain it anymore."

She hesitated, voice dropping to a whisper.

"And then...it’ll explode."

"That’s is...your penis will explode into pieces a-and you won’t even be able to regenerate it."