God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

"Calm down, Camila...You don't need to go to such extents since I obviously know that you're simply joking and know that I'll never get serious over such silly things, so you really don't have to worry so much." I said to reassure her since she was so unnecessarily anxious about what she said, which wasn't strange since we had just started our relationship and were still at a stage where it was normal for her to always think that something could go wrong since she treasured it so much and didn't want to lose it for some dumb reason.

I then said with a smile on my face while thinking about my mother's voluptuous figure,

"And calling me mother a pig isn't that far off from the truth since she's got a lot of fatty meat all in the right places that I just can't help but want to take a bite out of."

"In fact, even you can be considered a little piggy too, with how fat these udders of yours are that look like two piglets are hiding in your chest..." I said as I stroked the outline of her breasts, which were clearly showing through her apron, like I was trying to see if she was trying to smuggle some piglets.

"I would've felt insulted if someone else had told me that and called me a fat pig so blatantly, even if it was my husband..." Camila narrowed her eyes and said, as she brushed my hand off her breast, like it was a bug. "...But for some reason, when I hear it come out of your mouth, I just can't help but take that as a compliment and feel elated that you just called me a farm animal."

"Well, when you're as handsome as I am and as charming as one can be, even an insult would sound like sweet words of praise to you ladies~" I narcissistically said with a proud smile on my face, which made Camila roll her eyes, wondering why she even bothered speaking her true feelings to an egoist like me.

"Well, leaving that matter aside, I want to ask what you feel after knowing what my mother and I did last night, and hearing it firsthand for yourself." I asked directly since I didn't want to be wishy-washy with such matters, which could have horrible consequences in the future if not taken care of properly. ".. Are you angry?

Or are you feeling sad?...Or are you even a bit jealous after what you just heard?"

"I want you to be honest with what you think at the moment, as it would be much more helpful for me to make adjustments in our relationship according to it, and I'm willing to take in any emotion you're feeling right now, as long as it's not vengeful hatred, so bad that it's making you want to push a knife through my heart..." I said as I felt a shiver run up my spine when I thought about the horrible fates of the many cases of men that were killed by their own women after they found out they were cheating back in my world.

But to my surprise, Camila didn't seem to be angry, sad, or jealous like I thought she would be, as she only simply asked with a confused look on her face,

"Angry?...Why should I be angry? Did you do anything that I should be angry about, that I don't know off?"

"You're asking me why you shouldn't be angry at me when I just slept with another woman after just starting a new relationship with you?" I asked with a dumfounded look on my face, as Camila genuinely seemed to be confused about what was going on. "I-I mean, isn't that really wrong and something I shouldn't have done since I'm basically betraying your feelings?"

"How are you betraying my feelings when you've already told me that you have a rather b-bizzare relationship with your mother?..." Camila blushed at the fact that the woman we were talking about was my own mother, which she was still a bit confused at what to think about.

"If it was some other random woman that you hadn't told me about before and tried to hide from me, then I'm pretty sure that I would have certain feelings towards it."

"But since you've already said that you're in a certain type of relationship with your mother, I don't really see any problem with it since it's normal to show your l-love to your partners, as embarassing and passionate as it may be..." Camila's face flushed even more as she fidgeted with her hands, remembering just how I showed my love to my mother.

"Wait, so you're saying that as long as I tell you that I have another partner incoming into the family, you wouldn't say anything against it and would openly accept that woman with open arms?!" I asked with a look of absurdity on my face, as I already knew that polygamy was legal in this world, but I didn't think it was openly accepted to the extent that even a proud lady like Olivia didn't mind if her man had multiple women on his side.

"Of course, Kafka, wouldn't it be better for both me, you, and our entire family if you had more women by your side?" Camila casually dropped another bomb that made my eyes go wide at how absurd it sounded, and I needed a solid minute to process what I just heard.

I wanted to ask how in the world would having a harem be beneficial for her, as there was clearly a piece of the puzzle that I was missing here that is linked to this world's tradition that would make what she said much more sense to me. But I honestly couldn't handle any more reality-breaking facts about this world and its abnormal traditions, so I decided to ask that some other time.

"Well, even if you're not mad that I was with someone else last night, you have to be furious that you had to listen to the racket last night, right?"

I asked, trying to find a reason for her to vent her anger at me since it really felt weird that she was so understanding and made me feel like a horrible person for doing what I did with no consequences in the end, and I felt like I needed to be reprimanded for what I did in some way for my satisfaction.

"Like there's no way you can stay calm after hearing just what I did to my mother last night, and it must have felt horrible for you, like you were witnessing your partner be with someone else right in front of you."

"No, not really, as in the future we would all hopefully be living in the same house as family, and it's inevitable that someone in the household would see or hear you do something lewd to someone else, whether it's me, your mother, or even someone else, because of how horny you are, so I really don't mind and just choose to ignore it as it's quite normal when your partner has multiple women to himself." Camila said in a steady manner like she had already planned the rest of our family's life together from start to finish, which took me back even more at how accepting and mature she was about the whole situation and made me remember just how bold her personality was ever since I first met her.

"...But even though I say I don't mind, I was still agitated that I wasn't able to sleep properly with all the lewd noises coming from next door and was a little angry at you for disturbing my sleep." Camila glared at me with a mocking smile on her face, which made me look away in guilt.

"...And because of all those debaucherous moans I was hearing from Abigaille, I almost lost control of myself and almost repeated what I did yesterday, which I would surely regret if I actually did."

"Do what?" I asked as I looked at Camila, who realised that she had spoken out her thoughts to her surprise and looked like she deeply regretted saying such a thing. "What did you almost do that you would've definitely regretted?"

"...And don't even try to lie to me, as it's quite obvious when you're lying since you're a horrible liar just like my mother, and I'll warn you that I have my own ways of bringing the truth out that I've tried on my mother, which I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want happening, unless you want your kitchen's floor to turn wet like yesterday..." I threatened as I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly slid it up her leg, making my way up to her secret place, to her shock and embarrassment.

"Fine! Fine!

I'll say the truth, so don't you dare do anything that might make me wet myself again, as only I know just how hard it is to wipe that viscous fluid off the ground like I did yesterday!" Camila exclaimed and placed her hand on top of mine to stop it, while I thought in my head that I also knew the struggle she went through yesterday since I also cleaned up my mother's liquids and knew how difficult it was to get rid of because of how sticky it was.

She then looked up at me with pleading eyes and said,

"I-I'll tell you what you want to know, but promise me that you won't make fun of me after I say it."

I simply crossed my heart to show my promise to her, which seemed to be more than enough to make her let out a sigh of relief.