Chapter 658: You Need Therapy

Charlotte felt bile rise in her throat.

"The skin of his family." She repeated slowly. "You...You made him wear his family’s skin?"

Mika nodded, his expression almost fond.

"I started with the youngest ones. His nieces and nephews, the ones who were just as corrupt as he was. Their skins were smaller, tighter, so I used them for the inner layers."

He walked around the mass of flesh, examining it like an artist admiring his work.

"Then I moved outward. His uncles, his aunts, his cousins. Each layer was carefully applied and stitched into place. And finally, the outer layer..."

He reached out and gently stroked the dried, leathery skin that covered the creature’s surface.

"This is his sister. The older one, the one he cherished most."

Anya’s eyes trembled.

"His sister? But she was pregnant!"

"I know." Mika’s voice was calm, almost gentle. "I removed the baby first, of course. I made sure it was safely delivered to a hospital before I began the procedure."

He paused, his expression thoughtful.

"She’s one of the children who ended up at the sanctuary, you know. She was adopted a few years ago by a lovely family, and now she’s growing up wanting to be an investigator."

He smiled, and there was something almost poetic in his eyes.

"She’s following in her uncle’s footsteps, even though she doesn’t know it. The family legacy continues."

Anya stared at him, her expression unreadable.

"Is...he still alive?" She asked finally.

Mika walked over to the creature and gave it a sharp kick.

It twitched.

"Of course he is." Mika said. "I made sure of that. He’ll be alive for a very, very long time and every moment of that existence, he’ll feel the weight of his family pressed against him—their skin fused to his body, their presence a constant reminder of what he lost."

His eyes gleamed.

"He’ll suffer with his family for the rest of his life. It’s the perfect punishment."

Charlotte made a strangled sound.

"I think...I think I’m going to be sick."

She scrambled off the bed and fled toward the bathroom, joining Astrid in her retreat.

Anya, however, remained.

She stared at the creature for a long moment, her expression complex.

Then she slowly turned to Mika.

"Mika..." She finally said. "You truly are something else."

She stood up, moving to stand beside him.

"I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."

Mika laughed. "That might be the most disturbing thing you’ve ever said to me."

"Maybe." She glanced at the mass of flesh again. "But can you put it away now? I think Charlotte and Astrid might not come back if it’s still here when they return."

Mika waved his hand, and the creature vanished.

Just in time. Astrid and Charlotte emerged from the bathroom, both looking pale and queasy.

"It’s gone?" Charlotte peered around nervously. "That...that thing is gone?"

"Gone." Mika confirmed.

Astrid climbed back onto the bed, still looking shaken.

"Little brother, you’re so scary sometimes!"

"I already hated Marcus from the bottom of my heart." Charlotte added, settling beside her. "But now...now I feel actual chills from what I just saw."

She looked at Mika with genuine concern.

"Are you alright? In the head, I mean. Do we need to find you a therapist?"

"I’ve been saying that for years." Astrid muttered.

"His mind is perfect as it is!" Anya snapped, rejoining them on the bed with an indignant glare. "If either of you try to change him, you’ll have to fight me first."

"Of course you’d say that." Charlotte sighed. "Damn psychopath."

Mika leaned back against the headboard, a curious expression on his face. "Are you scared of me now? After seeing what I’m capable of?"

The room’s atmosphere shifted. A subtle pressure emanated from him, not threatening, exactly, but testing. Probing.

But eventually...all three sisters just smiled.

"Scared?" Astrid tilted her head. "Little brother, everything you showed us tonight...that’s what you do to people who hurt the ones you love. To enemies. To monsters. Why would I be scared of that?"

"Your anger has always been protective." Charlotte added. "You were angry because of what they did to you. What they did to us. There’s no reason for that anger to ever turn toward me."

Anya shrugged and crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I could do the most irritating things in the world. I could push every single one of your buttons. I could drive you absolutely insane. And..."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "And you’d never lay a hand on me. Not in anger."

The other two joined the embrace—Astrid from his left, Charlotte from his right, until Mika was cocooned in warmth and softness and the scent of three different women.

"The only time you’ll ever hurt me is when we’re in bed and you’re spanking my ass." Anya murmured against his ear. "And that’s not exactly a punishment, is it?"

Mika was overwhelmed. He’d expected them to trust him, they always had. But to see that trust survive even after witnessing the darkest corners of what he was capable of...it made him realize, all over again, just how lucky he was.

He wrapped his arms around all three of them and pulled them close.

"You’re all insane." He said quietly.

"Takes one to know one." Charlotte replied.

For a long moment, Mika let himself simply exist in that embrace, the tension of the past weeks slowly unwinding from his muscles.

But beneath the contentment, a different kind of tension was building. And it had a name.

Fauna.

For the past week, the healer had transformed into something else entirely.

During the day, she was the same Fauna everyone knew—the gentle aunt, the compassionate doctor, the angel in white.

But behind closed doors, she became a devil in angel’s clothing.

Her hands wandering to places that made his breath catch and his blood burn.

Jumping on his cock the moment he enters her room.

Literally sleeping with his penis in her mouth like it was some sort of pacifier!

And every single time, she stopped just short.

She’d bring him to the edge and then withdraw with an infuriating hum, leaving him hard and aching and half-mad with want.

Today was the day. He would put the final nail in the coffin, make sure that Fauna was his as well. No more games. No more teasing. Just the sweet satisfaction of claiming what was rightfully his.

Starting right now.

He crawled out of his sisters’ embrace and stood beside the bed.

The three of them immediately noticed the shift in his demeanor. Charlotte frowned, reaching out as if to pull him back.

"Mika? What’s going on?"

Astrid’s tails drooped with confusion.

"Little brother? Where are you going? I had my tails wrapped around you..."

But Mika didn’t answer. He simply looked at them, and something in his expression made all three sisters tense and feel like they had done something wrong and they were being judged.

They all sat up straight, like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s command.

Finally, Mika pointed to the floor beside the bed.

"Astrid. Anya. Get on the ground and kneel."

Both sisters were caught completely off guard.

"L-Little brother?" Astrid stammered, her fox ears twitching nervously. "What are you...why are you asking us to—"

Mika’s gaze cut her off mid-sentence. There was no anger in his eyes, just a quiet expectation that demanded compliance.

The sisters exchanged confused glances. They were used to teasing Mika and playing with him and testing his patience.

But this was different. And for reasons they couldn’t quite explain, they found themselves obeying.

Astrid and Anya slid off the bed and knelt on the floor, their bodies facing the mattress, their postures submissive and expectant. Charlotte moved to join them, but Mika shook his head.

"Not you."

Charlotte froze, her heart suddenly pounding.

"What do you mean?"

"Get off the bed." Mika said.

She did.

"Stand in front of me."

She obeyed.

Mika’s eyes traveled slowly up and down her body, examining her with a scrutiny that made her feel both embarrassed and strangely excited.

He took in every curve, every line, every inch of her figure with the careful attention of someone appraising a work of art.

Charlotte felt her cheeks flush.

"W-What are you looking at?"

"Strip."

The word hung in the air like a thunderclap.

"What?" Charlotte’s mouth fell open.

"I said strip." Mika’s voice was calm, conversational. "I don’t want to see a single sliver of clothing on you right now."

Charlotte’s eyes darted to her sisters, who were staring at the scene with equal parts shock and fascination.

"Mika, I..." She swallowed hard. "I wouldn’t mind doing that if we were alone. But Anya and Astrid are right here. They’re watching us."

Mika let out a slow, knowing smile that made her stomach flip.

"I know. I want them to watch."

The room’s temperature seemed to drop and spike simultaneously. Charlotte felt her heart hammer against her ribs.

Something dangerous was happening. Something that made her nervous and excited in equal measure.

But she trusted him. Completely.

So despite the strangeness and the audience, she reached for the tie of her bathrobe.

The white fabric slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

Her sisters had seen her body countless times—they’d shared baths, changed clothes, lived in each other’s pockets for years.

But this was different. Under the weight of their combined stares, under Mika’s cool, measuring gaze, she felt more exposed than she ever had before.

And yet.

Her body was magnificent, and she knew it!

Breasts so large and full they seemed to defy physics, crowned with dusky pink nipples that hardened instantly in the cool air. A

waist that curved inward with just enough softness to invite gripping hands.

Hips that flared out dramatically, supporting an ass so thick it required specially tailored chairs just to accommodate its spread.

Thighs that had actually torn through multiple pairs of pants in the past, their plushness refusing to be contained by mere fabric.

And between them, her pussy was small and pink and already glistening.

Anya and Astrid stared. They couldn’t help it. Objectively, they’d always known their little sister was built like a succubus.

But right now, in this charged moment, the truth of it struck them with fresh force. She was devastating.

Normally, Charlotte would be gloating about this—teasing her older sisters about her superior bust and ass size.

But under the heavy, intense stares of Mika and her kneeling sisters, a wave of sheer embarrassment washed over her.

She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, covering her massive breasts with her forearms, her face burning red.

"M-Mika, this isn’t fair!" Charlotte squeaked, trying to cover her modesty. "Why am I the only one standing here completely naked?! If I’m stripping, you should strip too! We should share the shame!"

To her complete shock, Mika didn’t argue.

"Fair enough." Mika murmured smoothly.

Without breaking eye contact with Charlotte, Mika reached down, untied his own bathrobe, and let it drop to the floor.

The reaction from the three sisters was instantaneous and violent.

While Charlotte’s naked body was mesmerizing, Mika’s bare form was an absolute display of male perfection.

Broad, mountain-like shoulders spanned outward into a thick, muscular V-taper. His chest and abdomen were sculpted like solid granite, six-pack abs deeply chiseled into his core, and his back muscles flared like embedded stone armor.

And as their eyes slowly drifted downward...their throats went completely bone-dry.

Mika’s heavy, thick penis hung prominently between his thighs.

It was only half-erect, yet its sheer mass, thick veins, and terrifying girth were already more than enough to make any woman’s knees buckle.

Astrid’s breathing hitched, her nipples instantly hardening underneath her robe as a hot, wet sensation pooled between her legs.

Anya swallowed hard, her eyes glued to his half-hard cock as it twitched slightly in the cool air, her fingers twitching with a desperate urge to reach out and touch it.

Charlotte forced her gaze upward. "What...What are you planning to do?"

Instead of answering, Mika walked toward her. The floor creaked as he stepped closer. He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"Turn around." He said quietly. "And bend over for me."