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

I was satisfied that Camila was acting more independently and cared more about herself than her family, so I wasn't as irritated by her daughter and let go of Camila from my embrace to her reluctance, which made Camila stare in the direction of her daughter with irritation in her eyes once again, like she was blaming it all on her to my joy and satisfaction.

"You don't have to worry about me laying my hands on your daughter since I'm not really interested in brats like her..." I said while pulling up Camila's pants that were showing half her ass, while she massaged her cheeks to reduce the flush on them so that her daughter didn't get suspicious.

"Brat? How can you call her a brat when she's even older than you?" Camila asked with a smile on her face, like she found what I said to be funny.

She then playfully pulled my cheeks for talking like I was an elder and said, "You're the youngest person in this house right now and are only a little baby who's still studying in highschool...So if we're going to call anyone a brat, then it's you, my little Kafka~"

"I'm into older women, as I've mentioned before, Camila, so anyone that's under the minimum age of 30 is a brat to me..." I said as I let her pull my cheeks, which made her roll her eyes at my words that seemed so childish to hear. "And I only target ladies out there who are like you, so you should be wary of them rather than your daughter, who's the exact opposite."

"...But saying that also means that you wouldn't have to worry too much about any of the women I might be interested in, doesn't it?" I wondered as I pulled her hands from my cheeks, which made her pout in reluctance.

"Why is that?" Camila asked as she came closer to me and stood on her toes so that she could get a better look at me, while having a proud smile on her face and an interested look in her eyes, like she wanted to know my answer. "Why don't I have to worry about my competition out there when there's so many women out there who I'm sure that you can easily take down to your desire?"

"That's because you literally don't have any competition, since it's basically impossible to find a woman that's as wonderful and beautiful as you." I said as I moved my head closer until our noses touched and we could see the visage of one another in each other's twinkling eyes.

"...So unless there's another one in a billion women out there just like you, you can sit back and relax, knowing that I won't be bringing any ladies back home any time soon."

"Hmph!~ Don't make me out to be a meddlesome woman who selfishly wants to keep you all for myself, as I'm more than fine with you having a bunch of partners by your side."

Camila harumphed like she found what I said about her wanting to monogamy to be insulting, which I still didn't understand how it worked out. But she was still happy with my compliments, seeing how she was rubbing her foot on the floor like a timid little girl, and continued saying,

"I just don't want you to bring back home a meddlesome girl that has no responsibility or maturity; that will surely ruin our family because of her whimsical desires."

"So, basically, someone like your daughter?" I asked with a wry smile on my face.

"Yes. Especially someone like my daughter, who would be the end of our peaceful lives if you were to ever take her in." Camila sighed, as even though she loved her daughter more than anyone in the world, she also knew just exactly what type of person she was and knew that she would without a doubt wreck a polygamous relationship that I was trying to build.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that since someone like your daughter is the last person on my checklist, and I would always prefer the daughter of such a girl over her, just like I prefer you to Bella." I said as I let go of Camila and walked towards the living room so that I didn't keep her daughter waiting any longer, which made Camila roll her eyes and give me a small kick from behind for being so annoying.

And just before I was about to leave the kitchen, I said some words that made her freeze on the spot since she had no idea why I said such a thing,

"...Oh and I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, since you said that you didn't want to see me get intimate with you while your daughter watches or the other way around, but that's exactly what's going to happen now, so I apologise for that in advance."

Camila had no clue what my vulgar words meant or how I was going to get intimate with her daughter when I had just met her, but the very thought of such a naughty thing happening with her daughter excited her once again because of her incestuous desires, and she quickly followed behind me to see what I was going to do.

"Wow, that took longer than I expected...If you had stayed in there for any longer after seeing how flushed my mother's cheeks are, I would've thought both of you were doing something suspicious back there behind my back." Bella said with a haughty look in her eyes, which was obviously a joke, but this was enough to almost trip Camila behind, who almost got a heart attack thinking her daughter had found out that I was groping her ass inside and showering her in kisses, which still made her embarrassed when she thought of how warm her face was because of it.

Bella didn't seem to like that her mother was getting more attention than her from me and also looked much more satisfied than her after seeing Camila's face, which was basically glowing, so as a cheap way of retaliating, she looked at her mother up and down like she was getting a good look at her figure and gave a sarcastic smile as she folded her hands and said,

"But there's no way you would do such a dirty thing with my mother, who's already over 40 years old and past her prime...Just looking at her flabby body and the tiredness in her eyes, probably reminds you of some old auntie in the neighbourhood, right, Kafka?"

Camila was caught off guard by her daughter's comment, as she had supported her daughter her whole life and never expected her to say such things about her own mother, just so that she could look better in comparison with her mother in front of me and beat her at her own game.

She was crestfallen at her beloved daughter's words and even started to believe what Bella said about her, with the way she was slowly bowing her down in a downcast manner, like she was too ashamed to show her face that she thought was ugly compared to her daughter to me because of how much older she was.

But I wasn't going to let Camila put herself down like that and let her give up on herself the moment she heard something that might lower her confidence, so I swiftly grabbed her head that was lowering down in shame by the chin and pulled her up until she looked at me to her surprise.

And then, while her daughter was shocked by my sudden intimate behaviour with her mother, I tilted Camila's head left and right and stared at her like I was examining her beautiful face with a solemn look on my face, which made Camila blush because of how close I was and the fact that her daughter was watching in shock as all of it happened.

And then, while still holding Camila's face in my hand, which was warming up at my touch, I looked at Bella, who still couldn't believe what she saw, and said with a straight look on my face,

"Really?...I actually think that your mother is a fine woman who's not only as beautiful as the moon but also a joy to talk to because of how smart and cheerful she is...So if you are telling me that all the aunties in your neighbourhood are like her, then please do introduce me to them, as it would be a joy to talk to any woman as wonderful as your mother."

Bella didn't know what to say about my comment, as she had thought that I was a docile and innocent boy after seeing how I interacted with her. But she was caught off guard by how persuasive and bold I was—to not only catch a hold of her mother in a sensual manner, like I was her lover, but also proclaim how lovely she was in front of her, which she was sure that not even her father could do.

Camila too was surprised by my words about her, as she was sure that all my sweet words that I had told her before were simply so that I could make her feel satisfied, and she thought that I was simply showing off when I said that I wasn't afraid of anyone knowing about our relationship.

But when she saw me boldy tell to her daughter exactly what I told to her in the kitchen, while at the same time holding her in such a endearing manner even though I knew her daughter was watching it all, the sadness and gloominess she felt after hearing her daughter's words were instantly washed away and the way she looking at me was like she was so close to ignoring and not caring that her daughter was watching us at the moment, and looked like she wanted to throw herself in my embrace and kiss me all over in return for all the happiness I brought her.

Her feelings were so stirred up because of my words that she looked like she was going to start tearing up because of how content and fortunate she was at the moment to have someone like me by her side, who she knew would pick her up at even the worst moment, unlike her husband, who wouldn't even care to bother about her.

But unfortunately for her, her tears ran dry the moment she saw me staring at her with a slightly angry look in my eyes, which she immediately knew was because she put herself down again when I told her not to do so many times before.

And after giving her another strict look, like I was asking her if she would do it ever again, she shook her head in a frantic manner, to which I sighed and let go of her chin, seeing that she had learned her lesson.

Camila didn't keep her distance from me like she did the whole time her daughter was here to avoid any suspicion, and this time she actually got closer to me the moment I let her go, like she didn't want to go anywhere without me and held her head down as she stood beside me, which baffled Bella, since Camila looked more like my obedient and loveable wife at the moment with how shy she looked than her mother, who had been married to her father for over two decades, which she didn't know what to make of.