Chapter 661: How Things Have Changed

The streets of Solaris City had grown quiet with the lateness of the hour. Most of the office workers had long since returned to their families, leaving the roads decently empty compared to the chaotic bustle of daytime.

Through this peaceful emptiness, a small, bright yellow car hummed along. It was the kind of car that made people smile when they saw it.

But inside, behind the wheel, sat an even cuter figure.

Fauna had to crane her neck slightly to see properly over the dashboard, her seat pushed all the way forward and boosted to its maximum height.

It was a minor indignity she’d long since accepted, a quirk of her petite frame that Mika had accounted for when he’d custom-modified this car for her years ago.

The steering wheel was adjusted, the pedals extended—every detail tailored to her tiny hands and feet.

And right now, those tiny hands were tapping happily against the leather-wrapped wheel as she sang.

"~Mika, Mika, Mika, my little boy Mika~"

"~Mommy’s coming home, and she can’t wait to see ya~"

"~We’ll have some fun, just you and me~"

"~Underneath the moonlight, wild and free~"

Of course, leaving work had taken longer than usual—it always did. Fauna couldn’t simply walk out without saying goodbye to everyone, checking on her patients one last time, making sure that all was well before she departed.

The nurses, the doctors, the janitors, the receptionists, every single person she passed received a warm smile and a kind word.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Chen! I hope your grandson’s fever has broken!"

"Take care, Dr. Hollan! Don’t forget to eat dinner—you skipped lunch again!"

"Sleep well, little Tommy! Your mommy will be here first thing in the morning!"

She had always been like this, a ball of sunshine that refused to dim, no matter how exhausted she might be. It was simply who she was, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

And tonight, she had extra reason to hurry home.

Mika was there.

He had sent her a message earlier, a simple text, nothing fancy telling her that he was at her home. And the moment she had read those words, her heart had nearly exploded with joy!

In the past, Mika had been like a rare and elusive bird. Always finding excuses to avoid the family and keeping his distance even when they tried to draw him close.

Getting a message from him, let alone a message saying he was waiting for her, was practically unheard of.

But things had changed recently.

Oh, how things had changed.

Her thoughts drifted, and her face grew warm. The smile on her lips took on a slightly different quality—less innocent, more...devious.

"Mika, Mika, Mika~" She sang under her breath, her voice dropping to something almost sultry. "Mommy’s gonna have so much fun with you today~"

She wasn’t talking about reading books together. Or watching movies. Or cooking dinner side by side, the way they used to in the old days.

No. Fauna’s definition of "fun" had changed considerably over the past week.

Her mind wandered to that morning when she’d leaned over the kitchen counter and Mika had come up behind her, his hands sliding around to cup both of her plump breasts.

His fingers had found her nipples, already stiff and leaking, and he’d pulled and squeezed with that perfect pressure until streams of milk had arced into the waiting jar below.

Then he’d made coffee with her own breast milk— steamed and poured over espresso and they’d sat together on the balcony, sipping their drinks and watching the city wake up.

Or the tennis match last Tuesday. She’d tried so hard to win, putting every ounce of her competitive spirit into each swing, but Mika had demolished her without breaking a sweat. He always did.

Then, instead of getting a water bottle from the fridge, he’d simply pulled down the collar of her tennis dress, latched his mouth onto her breast, and drunk straight from the source.

"The most refreshing beverage there is." He’d said afterward, licking a stray droplet from his lip.

And then there was the cinema. Oh, the cinema.

They’d gone undercover, disguised as an ordinary couple, sitting in the back row where the shadows were deepest. Halfway through the film, Fauna had grown restless. The movie wasn’t holding her attention.

But the bulge in Mika’s pants...that was far more interesting.

So she’d slipped down to her knees between the seats, freed his cock from his trousers, and taken him into her mouth right there in the darkened theater.

He’d fed her popcorn while she worked, his fingers occasionally threading through her hair, and she’d sucked him through the entire second half of the film.

The old Fauna would never have dreamed of doing something so shameless.

But under Mika’s patient persuasion, she’d transformed into something else entirely.

An insatiable devil who craved nothing more than the taste of her son’s dick on her tongue.

Even during his quiet moments, when he was reading or researching, she’d find herself drawn to him. She’d kneel between his legs, take him in her mouth, and provide "comfort" while he continued his work as if nothing was happening.

But the best moments were the ones spent tangled together in bed or on the sofa.

They’d look at each other, and without a word, they’d lean in, lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. Clothes would disappear. He’d suckle her breasts, drawing out her milk while she took his cock into her mouth. Their bodies would intertwine, a mess of limbs and heat and shared pleasure.

Of course, it was all framed as medical necessity.

Mika needed her breast milk for his recovery. She needed to transfer mana back to him through his semen.

It was a perfect, symbiotic exchange, a clinical procedure wrapped in the guise of intimacy.

Except...it wasn’t.

Fauna knew the truth, even if she refused to say it aloud. She had stopped lying to herself days ago, but she kept the lie alive because the alternative was too terrifying to contemplate.

She had fallen in love with her son!

Not a mother’s love—that she had always felt, would always feel.

No, this was something different. Something that made her heart flutter and her body ache and her thoughts drift into territory that would make any decent person recoil in horror.

She wanted him.

All of him.

The thought made her blush furiously, and she pressed her forehead against the steering wheel as she waited at a red light.

"Oh, Fauna." She whispered to herself. "How could you? How could you fall for your own son?"

But even as she asked the question, she knew the answer.

It was his fault. Completely and utterly his fault!

He was too charming. Too handsome. Too kind. Too strong. Too everything!

In the past, she had loved him as a mother loves a son—unconditionally, purely, with no ulterior motives.

But the incident had broken something between them. The lines had blurred. The boundaries had crumbled.

And now, when she looked at Mika, she didn’t see just her son.

She saw a man. A beautiful, powerful, irresistible man who made her feel things she had no business feeling.

And her dreams...her dreams had become increasingly bold.

More than once, she’d woken with a gasp, the image of Mika standing beside her in a chapel, both of them dressed in wedding attire, seared into her mind.

"It’s alright." She murmured to herself, her voice soft and reassuring. "I just won’t tell anything to Mika. I’ll keep it all to myself. Nothing will go wrong. I can have these feelings and still be with him. He doesn’t need to know."

That was the plan. Keep her feelings buried deep, enjoy his company, and never let on that her heart had crossed a line it could never uncross.

The alternative of confessing, facing the fallout, and imagining the chaos it would cause in the family was too overwhelming to even contemplate.

She was satisfied with what she had. She had to be.

But then a darker thought crept in, chilling her warmth.

What would happen when this was all over? When Mika was truly cured, and there was no more "medical necessity"?

Would he go back to being just her son?

Would he stop touching her, stop needing her, stop looking at her with that hungry gleam in his eyes?

The thought made her heart clench with cold dread.

"No, no, no. Don’t think about that." She shook her head violently, forcing a bright smile back onto her face. "Mika still needs treatment from his mommy. There’s plenty of time. We’ll deal with the complicated, messy stuff later."

"For now...I’ll just enjoy tonight."

She pulled the car into its designated spot beneath the tower, killed the engine, and sat for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then, with a snap of her fingers, she vanished from the driver’s seat.

She reappeared at the top of the tower, on the open-air penthouse level she owned, a sprawling space with a swimming pool, a lush garden, and an outdoor kitchen she’d designed herself.

Normally, she’d take the elevator like a normal person. But tonight, she simply couldn’t wait another second.

She slid open the glass door and stepped inside, her voice ringing out with giddy excitement.

"Mika!" She called out, her voice ringing through the empty space. "Oh, Mika! Where are you? Mommy’s finally here!"

She pulled down the collar of her dress, revealing the pale swell of her breasts.

"We can finally have some fun together!" She continued, her voice dropping into something more sultry. "And I’ve been especially built up today. For some reason..."

She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing gently. A small wet spot appeared on the fabric of her dress.

"...I have so much milk inside me right now. I’ve been thinking about you all day. About you holding me, squeezing me, making me feel empty again."

She looked around the room, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Where are you? Come and suck on Mommy’s breast!"

She knew she sounded dirty. She didn’t care.

She was home. She could do whatever she wanted.

But as the seconds passed and no answer came, her smile began to falter.

"Mika?"

This was strange. This was very strange.

Normally, the moment Mika heard her voice, he would come running like a dog that hadn’t been fed for days, pouncing on her, ravaging her right there on the spot.

There had even been one time when he couldn’t hold himself back, when he had eaten her out while they were still in the elevator.

But now? Nothing.

Fauna pulled out her phone, checking the message again.

’I’m at your place.’

That was what he had said. So why wasn’t he answering?

She began to search, moving from room to room.

"Mika? Are you here, darling?"

The kitchen. Empty.

"Are you playing hide and seek with me? Mommy loves hide and seek!"

The living room. Empty.

"We can play together!"

The study. Empty.

The guest bedroom. Empty.

Each empty room made her heart sink a little more.

Where was he? Had he left? Had something happened?

Then she heard it.

A sound. Coming from down the hall.

Her brow furrowed as she followed the sound, padding softly down the corridor. As she drew closer, the noises became clearer.

Feminine moans, breathless and desperate. Masculine grunts, deep and rhythmic. The unmistakable sounds of flesh meeting flesh, accompanied by the creak of a bed frame.

She stopped in front of Anya’s door.

A helpless smile spread across her face.

"Oh, he’s playing around with my daughter. No wonder he couldn’t hear me."

The revelation didn’t surprise her. Anya knew about the secret arrangement between Mika and her—after all, Anya was the one who constantly recharged her breasts, keeping them full of milk.

The three of them had even shared beds before, taking turns pleasuring Mika, often kissing each other just to share his essence.

The bond between mother and daughter had grown incredibly close through those sessions.

Still, a tiny pang of jealousy pricked at her heart.

’She got to him first. And I was waiting all day...’

But she pushed the feeling aside. If there was anyone in the world she could share Mika with, it was her daughter.

"Well then." She murmured, straightening her blouse and putting on her brightest smile. "Time to join the fun."

She pushed open the door.

"Mika, Mommy’s here—I’ll help out t—"

The words died in her throat.

Her body locked up. Her face went pale. Her eyes, wide and trembling, fixed on the scene before her, and for a long moment she simply couldn’t process what she was seeing.

She had expected to find Mika pleasuring Anya. Eating her out, perhaps. Slapping her breasts.

Maybe Anya returning the favor, taking his cock deep into her throat with that masterful technique she’d perfected.

She had not expected this.

Anya was on the bed, completely naked, her back arching off the mattress as she clutched at the sheets.

Her breasts, swollen and full bounced with every impact.

Her glasses had been knocked askew, one lens fogged, the other completely opaque with condensation. And her face—

Fauna had never seen her daughter’s face like this.

Anya was always so composed, so perfectly in control. But now her expression had shattered into something raw and desperate and utterly ecstatic.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her mouth hung open, drool trailing from the corner.

And the sounds coming out of her—

"Yes, Mika—YES—fuck me—fuck me harder—fuck my pussy like you’ve been promising all these years—don’t stop—DON’T STOP—"

And Mika.

Mika was on top of her naked. His muscles flexed with each powerful thrust. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.

And between his legs, thick and imposing and glistening with her daughter’s arousal—

His cock was buried deep inside Anya’s pussy!

Not licking. Not sucking. Not foreplay.

Actual sex!

"Yes, Mika! Yes! Just like that! Ram that cock into me with every ounce of strength you have!"

And Mika obliged. His hips drove forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her.

Each thrust pulled her inner walls outward with how tightly she gripped him, but he didn’t relent.

He battered her core, making the bed frame groan and creak in protest!

Meanwhile, Fauna stood frozen in the doorway, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and shock.

’When had this happened?’

’No...How had this happened!?’