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

"W-Well, it's nothing really complicated, mom, and is basically what I said before, which is that I've come to realise recently how badly I've treated you in the past because of my false prejudice against you that came from that man you call your husband...And because of that, I want to reconcile with you right now and make things right after realising my mistakes." Bella said in a timid manner, feeling just as awkward as her mother.

"...And if I want to make up with you and act like the proper daughter I want to be and should've been in the past, I realised I should first be honest with you and truthful about what I feel towards you, so I just ended up saying whatever came to mind when Kafka asked that question, which led to me saying such things as c-calling you cute and a-adorable." Bella said with a blush, still not able to get used to calling her own mother such nice words that any mother out there would surely appreciate if they came from their daughter's mouth.

"So does that mean you really found me adorable just because I wanted to save my kiss, Bella?" Camila asked as she leaned forward in a rather energetic manner, which made her breasts hang down, to which Bella shyly nodded her head.

"Why is that?...Why do you find a woman who already has a family saying just childish things to be cute, instead of being really weird and immature?!" Camila's eyes glowed as she asked her question, beyond elated that her daughter was trying to put in some effort to mend their relationship.

"It's exactly because you're a woman who already has a family of her own, mom." Bella answered as she backed away a little since she was scared of her mother's vibrant gaze.

"If it were any other young girl who's just starting her life who had such thoughts, I wouldn't have thought about it much since it's normal to have such thoughts at that age...But you, on the other hand, who's already experienced the hard life of an adult and should've lost her child-like innocence along the long years, still want to cherish such moments that most adults these days wouldn't care about at all, which directly sets you apart from the rest of the mature woman out there and gives you a glow of innocence that makes you look so cute and fluffy."

"R-Really, Bella!? Is what you said true?!" Camila asked as she got closer to her daughter and held onto her hands tightly with a fervent look in her blue eyes. "Do you really find your mother to be adorable and not weird for having such childish thoughts at her age!?"

"Yes, mom! Yes!...Don't make me repeat such an embarrassed thing so many times!" Bella exclaimed in a fluster as her ears turned red from praising her mother over and over again.

"My daughter called me cute..."

Camila silently said to herself with a smile on her face as she stared into the distance, like she was thinking of why so many wonderful things were happening in her life at the moment. She then came back to reality after feeling at peace for a second and suddenly exclaimed, saying,

"...My own daughter, who used to call me all sorts of things in the past, actually called me adorable!"

"Did you hear that, Kafka?! Did you hear what my daughter said?!" Camila looked at Kafka with a vivid and bright look on her face, excited to share the news with him. "My daughter actually told me that I was as adorable as a puppy and wanted to give me a hug on her own!...Can you believe that?!"

"Yes, Camila, I definitely can believe that...And honestly, what I can't believe is how you're surprised to hear such obvious words." Kafka said as he moved back onto the sofa a little bit since Camila was getting right up in his face and was pushing her breasts right against him and pushing him back, indirectly agreeing with what Bella said, which piqued Camila's interest.

"Oh...T-Then does that mean you find me cute as well, Kafka, and not just beautiful or graceful like you always call me?" Camila looked at Kafka with wide eyes that were twinkling and obviously fishing for compliments, which made Bella look away since she wasn't used to her mother acting so needy and wanting attention from someone else, since she always saw her as a prideful woman that one always had to look up to gaze at because of how ta she stood.

"Of course I do, Camila...Pretty, beautiful, cute, adorable, sweet, and every other nice thing in the world...You're all of them, and all of them are you."

Kafka said with a small smile on his face as he pet Camila's head like the little puppy she was, which she happily accepted with a look of clear happiness in her eyes that somehow made the current scene that was going on to be quite lewd in nature, to be wholesome and really sweet.

Pat~ Pat~ Pat~

"You as well, Bella." Kafka gave a surprise headpat to Bella as well, to which she didn't know how to react but simply accepted since she had to admit that it felt rather comfortable. "You're quite the adorable little girl as well, and you might just as well be as sweet as your mother."

"B-But I didn't do anything other than tell what I thought..." Bella said while she got used to Kafka's hand on her head since it was rather soothing to have such strong hands stroking her silky hair, and she felt jealous that her mother could get head such headpats whenever she wanted to, since he belonged to her as her toy. "...So, why are you calling me c-cute as well?"

"Simply because a girl who's willing to learn from her mistakes and wants to make up for them by even going as far as to abandon her ego and say her honest thoughts is something that's quite commendable and praiseworthy in my eyes..." Kafka said as looked at Bella at him with a look of wonder on her face, not expecting to feel a sense of relief from the words of a stranger she had just met today who made all the efforts she put into mending her relationship with her mother feel worth it, when she was still hesitant about it before but wasn't anymore after hearing his acknowledgement.

"...And I believe something like that, which surely would have taken all your courage to make such a change, deserves praise, so that's why I think you are as adorable as your mother, who are both endearing in your own delightful ways."

Bella looked at Kafka in a daze for a few seconds after hearing his words as her cheeks slowly turned red, almost as if she were trying to figure him out by deeply looking into him.

But seeing that it wasn't really working out since he was basically a mysterious and bizzare individual in her eyes who was so different from the men she had met before and couldn't be deciphered no matter how she stared at him, she gestured towards her mother to lend her an ear instead.

"Mom..." Bella whispered so that Kafka didn't hear, while still looking straight at him with a narrowed eyes like she was trying to figure out a puzzle.

"What is it, honey?" Camila whispered back, finding it fun to be talking to her daughter like this.

"At first, I thought that it was quite strange of you to choose a high school boy out of all the people out there to be your boy toy and thought that you had a peculiar taste in men..." Camila blushed when she heard her daughter's misunderstanding and how she thought she liked young grass. "...But I think I understand why you chose him now, even though he's so young."

"Why is that?" Camila asked as she got closer.

"I don't exactly know...It's just that he somehow has a way of making me feel better about myself or happier than I already was, and he seems like someone who could probably make me smile even on my worst day, which I've never met anyone else do before, whether they may be man in my class or closest friend from Uni..." Bella said as she stared at Kafka like he was a bizarre specimen, while he simply sat silently and kept himself busy as they talked by carressing their plump thighs.

"There's also his gaze that seems so straightforward and honest, like he would never plot against you, and how I somehow feel safe around his presence, which is honestly very weird since he had just scared the soul out of me for a few minutes and made me say some weird things because of that scary gaze of his."

Bella shook her head when she thought of how she called Kafka 'Daddy' which she wanted to forget at all costs.

"Oh my~...With the way you're talking about my Kafka, it's almost like you're interested in him~"

Camila's covered her mouth and giggled as she looked at her daughter with a knowing gaze, which made Bella blush profusely. She then continued saying, as she pulled on her daughter's sleeve,

"...And know that you don't have to be afraid to admit that you're interested in him, as your mother here is ready to share him with you if that's what you truly desire, and I don't even mind spending the rest of our lives sharing the same bed with him, as it honestly makes me feel a little excited at the thought of that happening."