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

"W-What!? What are you saying, mom!" Bella cried out when she heard her mother's naughty words.

"T-There's no way what you said is true!...I was simply being honest with my thoughts about Kafka and was conveying them to you like I mentioned before, and I had no other intention in mind for saying such things about him!" Bella exclaimed in a panic and moved away from her mother so that she wouldn't continue pestering her to join her in bed.

"What?...What's not true?" Kafka asked as he stopped playing with Bella's thighs that were on his lap, which Bella didn't seem to mind since he was a little too good with his hands and didn't make her uncomfortable for even a second.

"Nothing Kafka!...It's nothing at all!" Bella shouted in a fluster as she reluctantly glared at her mother for saying such shameful things, which Camila simply ignored with a sly smile.

"I see..." Kafka nodded his head without asking anything further. And then, instead of asking Camila what they were talking about, like what Bella thought he would, he suddenly placed his hands on the side of Camila's face in a rather delicate manner and bent forward towards her as he asked, "...Then should we proceed with our kiss, Camila?"

"Huh?...Y-You want to kiss me now, Kafka?!"

Camila gasped when she saw Kafka coming closer towards her, like he was coming to kiss her on her lips, and nudged herself back onto the cushion since she wasn't ready for her first kiss yet, as she asked,

"Are you really sure about that?...I-Isn't it way too sudden and out of nowhere?!"

"Well, I agree that we currently aren't in the most romantic situation with both you and your daughter being coiled around me in the naked..." Bella wanted to cover herself when she heard his words, but stopped when she realised that he had already seen all that's there to be seen and there was no use in doing so.

"...But are you really willing to risk my first actual kiss with you being taken by your daughter?

Since I've been noticing for a while, but your daughter has been eyeing my lips like she wants a taste, and I wouldn't exactly take the chance of your daughter stealing your opportunity if I were you, Camila, so think carefully about your decision, knowing that your daughter is out to get me." Kakfa looked at Bella, who didn't expect to be dragged into this matter, with a grin on his face, and he decided to use her as a scapegoat to persuade Camila.

Camila immediately turned her head to look at Bella when she heard Kafka's concerning words, who in turn shook her head frantically to say that he was lying, even though she actually had been glancing at his lips for a while now, wondering how good a kiss might feel, as even a head pat from Kafka felt so soothing that she could only imagine what a deep kiss from him would feel like.

"Look at the guilty look on her face...Do you really want to trust such a thirsty-looking daughter?"

Kafka provoked Camila even more by using the distraught look on Bella's face for being dragged into this mess she wanted nothing to do with to his advantage, which made Bella look at her mother with a pitful gaze like she was being framed.

But Bella's wronged look didn't seem to have any affect on her decision, as she seemed to have already made her decision after hearing Kafka's misleading words, judging by how she was currently looking at her own daughter like a culprit.

"No, Kafka...I actually don't." Camila gave her answer as she held onto Kafka's arms really tight, like she didn't want to give him away, and warily stared at her poor daughter like she was a thief.

"As much as I want to believe that she won't do such a thing, I also can't trust that she wouldn't fall for your sweet words and gestures that even stole my heart away and will eventually lead her to kiss you before me."

"And as much as I've always put my daughter first for most of my life, this is something that I simply can't give up, so quickly kiss me Kafka and make me yours before my wily little daughter steals you away from me!" Camila exclaimed while staring at her daughter, who looked like she was suffering a massive injustice.

And before Bella could refute her mother's words and say that she would do no such thing, Kafka had already pulled Camila into his embrace and planted a deep kiss on her tender lips.

Chu!~

Camila's eyes went wide even though she was the one who had asked for a kiss, as she had never expected to be kissed in such a sensual way with the way Kafka was locking his lips onto hers and holding her face so firmly but also gently at the same time, like he wouldn't let go even if she tried.

But slowly but surely, as she could feel the coldness of his lips touching her's and felt his hot breath running down her neck, she sank into the sensual feeling of her lips getting nibbled on, and she closed her eyes and willingly accepted the kiss that was making her heart beat a million times a second.

Bella also watched with shy eyes that were trembling at the sight of her mother kissing the boy next door with such a dreamy look on her way, like she was fully embracing the way Kafka was sliding his tongue across her pink lips.

And she even saw Camila wrap her hands around his neck and pull him closer to get a deeper kiss, which for some reason made her body heat up as if she were the one being kissed instead of her mother, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would look if she were in her mother's position.

It was only after a solid minute did Kafka pull his lips away while puckering them and having a lick like he was having a taste of her sweet saliva, while Camila reluctantly let go of him and looked like she wanted the kiss to last a little longer because of how lovely it felt.

"How was that, Camila?...Are you fine with this little kiss of mine? Or did you expect a better performance from me?"

Kafka asked Camila, who was still indulging in the warmth of his lips on her own, to which she woke up and frantically nodded and shook her head at the same time, telling him that he couldn't have given a better kiss.

"Then you won't mind if I give your daughter a kiss as well, since it would be quite cruel not to when she looks so desperate for one, especially after seeing her mother receive a kiss right before her."

Kafka asked an out-of-pocket question that Camila was expecting to hear since she knew him so well, and he looked at Bella, who was staring at her mother's lips that looked brighter then before in a daze when she heard Kafka's words, that came out of nowhere and made her jump up in fright.