SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 335: Heaven’s Prescription

Mika jerked back in perfectly feigned horror.

"E-Explode?" He stammered, voice cracking just right. "You’re joking, right? There’s no way my penis can actually...explode?"

But Fauna shook her head frantically, tears spilling anew.

"No, Mika—no. Why would I exaggerate something like this?"

"I’ve checked the projections over and over. The pressure buildup, the vascular strain, the mana saturation levels...that’s the only possible outcome if we do nothing."

She then surged forward, wrapping her arms around him from the side in a desperate hug, pressing her tear-streaked face to his chest.

"I’m so sorry, Mika!...I’m so, so sorry!" She choked out. "I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It’s all because of me—because I didn’t think it through, because I was careless!"

"I should have predicted the interaction! I should have flushed the system between doses!"

"People call me the greatest healer in the world, but I made such a stupid, unforgivable mistake..."

Mika’s rigid erection pressed unavoidably against her side and breasts as she clung to him, but in her distress she didn’t even register it.

Mika looked down at her clinging to him, body trembling and deep inside, a flicker of satisfaction warmed him.

This was exactly the desperation, the guilt, the willingness to do anything he had engineered.

But he masked it instantly.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, stroking her back soothingly.

"It’s all right, Fauna." He murmured gently. "It’s all right. This isn’t your fault at all."

He eased her back just enough to cup her tear-streaked face, thumbs wiping her cheeks.

"This was a freak occurrence—something no one could have predicted. Honestly, even I didn’t expect anything like this."

He gave a small, reluctant smile.

"So don’t beat yourself up over it. Remember what I told you the very first time we started all this testing years ago?"

Fauna sniffled, looking up at him with watery eyes.

"That no matter what happens..." He continued softly. "...it’s not your responsibility. I chose to participate. I’m the one who volunteered—every single time. So, even if you told me something worse could happen in the future, I’d still do it."

His gaze intensified, warm and protective.

"Because I’d much rather something happen to me than watch you break down from feeling helpless. I just...want you to be all right, Fauna. Always."

Fauna’s heart swelled.

Fresh tears threatened—not from guilt now, but from overwhelming love and gratitude.

That even in this moment—facing something most men would panic and scream about he was still thinking of her.

Still prioritizing her feelings.

She felt like bursting into sobs all over again from sheer joy at having such a son.

But Mika caught her cheeks gently between his palms and gave her head a playful little shake.

"No more crying." He said firmly, smiling. "Let’s focus on the problem instead of tears, okay?"

Fauna sniffled, then nodded firmly, determination returning.

"R-Right." She agreed, wiping her eyes. "No matter what the problem is, there’s always a solution."

She then looked at him with fierce pride and said with vigour,

"Not to mention, that we’re literally the two most brilliant minds in healing the world has ever seen."

"Together?...Nothing can defeat us!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Mika’s grin widened.

"That’s the spirit, Fauna."

Her resolve hardened—she would save him, whatever it took.

But then her brow furrowed as she glanced around the room.

"Even though I say that..." She admitted. "None of the apparatus here can help us. The machines could barely even trace the reaction properly. Standard equipment anywhere else would be useless."

She took a steadying breath.

"I think it’s time I diagnose this personally—using my blessing."

Mika’s eyes narrowed in surprise.

"You mean...Heaven’s Prescription?"

Fauna nodded solemnly.

Heaven’s Prescription was actually one of the highest-tier abilities granted by her blessing.

When activated, it reveals—without fail—the precise cure or treatment for any ailment, no matter how obscure, complex, or unknown.

It could even find a way to save someone literally one breath from death.

But because of it’s power, it could be only use it a handful of times in her life and was only used in the most desperate of situations.

Mika hesitated, putting on a concerned frown.

"But Fauna...is it really necessary?"

"You can’t use it often. What if someone else needs it in a real emergency? We could try studying it ourselves—hold it back, monitor—"

But Fauna cut him off with a fierce shake of her head.

"I don’t care about any of that, Mika. Not one bit."

Her eyes blazed with maternal fire.

"With modern medicine and everything I’ve developed, nearly every disease is diagnosable and treatable now. The need for Heaven’s Prescription is almost gone."

Then her expression softened into pure, unwavering love.

"And even if it weren’t...even if you told me someone else would die tomorrow because I used it today and couldn’t save them later...I would still do it."

She reached up, cupping his cheek.

"I would bear that guilt forever. Because right now, in this moment, nothing—no one—matters more to me than you. My baby boy. My precious son."

"You are the most important person in the entire world to me. I can’t risk anything happening to you."

Mika felt a brief pang of genuine guilt at how deeply he was manipulating her love.

But he pushed it aside.

"Okay." He said softly. "Do what’s necessary."

Fauna immediately closed her eyes like she was scared he would argue against it if she waited any longer.

She whispered an ancient invocation under her breath—words of light and grace.

"By the light that heals and the law that restores—

Hear me, Heaven.

Open the ledger of flesh and soul.

Reveal the ailment unseen, the wound unnamed.

Grant not judgment, but remedy.

By divine decree, I invoke—"

"Heaven’s Prescription."

Suddenly, radiant golden wings unfurled from her back—magnificent, ethereal, spanning the room in shimmering glory.

They flapped once, gently, sending a warm breeze through the air.

Her body also glowed with divine light and holy halo formed above her head, brilliant and pure.

She was, in that moment, the very image of a heavenly angel descended to earth.

And just as the wings flapped around, five long, pristine white feathers detached from her wings—drifting downward like snow.

And then suddenly mid-air, they ignited in golden fire.

Each feather swelled into a sphere of light the size of a basketball.

Then—pop.

Five bursts of radiance.

And from each burst emerged a tiny, exquisite figure—no taller than thirty centimeters.

Five delicate, fairy-like angels—women with similar wings, flowing hair, and serene, luminous faces.

A perfect fusion of fairy grace and angelic divinity.

They hovered silently around Fauna, awaiting her command.

She looked at them with solemn reverence, then turned her gaze to Mika and pointed directly at it.

"Please." She said, voice quiet but unwavering. "Prescribe the solution for the ailment afflicting him right now."

The moment the words left her lips, the five fairy-angel hybrids moved as one.

They fluttered forward like a swarm of butterflies, surrounding Mika in a gentle, whirling cloud.

Their tiny forms darted and hovered, circling his body in intricate patterns—over his chest, along his arms, across his abdomen—peering through him as though his flesh were transparent.

They examined every cell, every vein, every pulse of energy with intense, otherworldly focus.

Two of the fairies lingered especially around his penis, orbiting the thick, rigid shaft and heavy sac with clinical precision.

Even these divine, ethereal creatures—beings of pure light and grace—could not entirely hide their reaction.

A faint, rosy blush tinted their luminous cheeks as they took in the sheer size and potency before them.

They exchanged quick glances, shook their tiny heads as if to clear forbidden thoughts, and returned to professional scrutiny—probing, scanning, analyzing the anomalous reaction coursing through him.

After several minutes of intense, silent communion, the fairies withdrew.

They regrouped in a tight cluster off to the side, heads bowed together.

They spoke in an ancient tongue—words too soft and rapid for human ears to fully discern.

To Mika, it genuinely sounded like a swarm of tiny insects debating philosophy.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

Finally, the discussion ended.

One fairy—the one with long, flowing blonde hair and the most serious expression flew forward.

Fauna, anticipating this, gently placed a small leather-bound notebook and an elegant fountain pen on the edge of the bed.

The fairy landed beside them.

Despite the pen being nearly as long as her entire body, she grasped it with both arms and both legs, straining with visible effort.

Using her whole body as leverage, she began to write—pushing and pulling the pen to write characters.

Line after line appeared in glowing golden script: the divine prescription, the one solution granted by Heaven’s insight.

When she finished, she dropped the pen with an exhausted but satisfied sigh.

Then, with great effort, she lifted the notebook—now radiating faint holy light—and carried it through the air to Fauna.

Fauna accepted it with both hands, cradling it against her chest as though her entire world depended on its contents.

She then looked at the five fairies, eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thank you." She whispered earnestly. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

The tiny beings smiled—warm, serene, compassionate smiles.

Then golden light flared around them once more.

Pop!

Five soft pops echoed in the room.

The fairies vanished.

In their place, five pure white feathers drifted slowly to the floor—spent, their divine essence returned to Fauna’s wings.

Mika watched the display with genuine appreciation.

"That was...incredible." He said softly. "I’ve never seen you use Heaven’s Prescription in full before."

But Fauna wasn’t listening as her wings disappeared.

She took a deep, fortifying breath, clutching the notebook like a lifeline—the one thing that would save her son, save his...his manhood.

Slowly, reverently, she opened it and began to read.

At first, her expression was one of pure, focused determination—the look of a Master Healer confronting a life-or-death diagnosis.

Then her brow furrowed.

Her eyes widened slightly.

Line by line, her face grew paler.

A flush began to creep up her neck.

By the halfway mark, her cheeks were burning crimson.

Her breathing became shallow.

Her hands trembled.

When she reached the final line, her entire face was scarlet, eyes trembling as if she had just read the most unthinkable heresy.

"It can’t be...It can’t be."

She whispered to herself, voice barely audible.

"There’s no way this can actually be the solution..."

Mika leaned forward, concern creeping into his tone.

"Fauna? What does it say?"

She didn’t answer.

The notebook slipped from her nerveless fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Thud!

Fauna then stared at the empty air in front of her, shaking her head slowly.

"It really can’t be..." She murmured, voice cracking. "There’s no way. I can’t do something like this with my own son. It’s...It’s so wrong..."

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, scrambling to gather the scattered feathers from the floor.

She clutched them desperately to her chest.

"Come back!" She begged, voice breaking into sobs. "Come back—please don’t leave me alone with this!"

"Please...there has to be another solution. I can’t do this to my own son!"

"There’s no way...please come back!"

Her voice broke into quiet sobs as she pressed the feathers against her heart, begging the vanished fairies for mercy.

But the room remained silent.

The feathers were merely feathers now—beautiful, but powerless.

The room was silent except for her quiet, heartbroken sobs.

Finally, she stilled.

And slowly—dreadfully—she lifted her gaze to Mika.

Her expression was one of pure, pitiful devastation.

Tears glistened on her lashes.

Her lips trembled.

Whatever Heaven’s Prescription had decreed as the only cure—the one divinely ordained solution—was something so unthinkable, so taboo, so utterly irreversible...

That it would change their relationship forever.

And Fauna had no idea how she could possibly bring herself to do it.

Mika met her gaze calmly—outwardly concerned, inwardly victorious.

The final piece had fallen into place.

The prescription was exactly what he had orchestrated.

And now, there was no escape for her.

Only acceptance.

—

Illustration of the Fairy-Angels in the comment section...Check them out!