God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Wasted Potential
…I just knew it. It knew it from the beginning.

The clues I’ve seen for a while now all led to this outcome that I had predicted.

Starting with the initiation of the trial with porn ads that were centered towards milfs, to being sent to a world that is based on milfs, having a crazy hot milf as my mother in this world, and the Gods being interested in her.

I just knew that this trial wasn’t going to be normal and was going to be extremely lecherous and perverted, making me do requests that involve actual milfs.

And how the hell can you even call that a request when my punishment is getting struck to death by lightning? Can’t you just call it an order or sentence and stop insulting my intelligence by calling it a kind request, like I have an option to not do what they say?

An order or demand would be a better way of saying it than calling it a request.

I was hoping that it wasn’t going to be like I thought and was going to an actual trial to Godhood, which allowed me to show off my prowess and prove that I could become a God, like building a civilization from the ground up or saving a world from near destruction.

If the trial had been as difficult as that, I would have been elated, as it would’ve been a challenge that tested my abilities to the fullest, and it would have given me reason to show off why I have the title of ‘The Being Closest to God’ or ‘The One That Doesn’t Know The Meaning Of Impossibility’.

But what I’m left with is doing these perverted tasks for the Gods and letting them watch like it’s a TV show. I was basically the main character, which they can order around in a story that is ongoing at the moment.

The only reason I can think of why I got such a perverted trial is because of the title that refers to me as ‘The Incarnation of Lust’ for some reason. Other than that, I simply can’t see why the Gods would be interested in seeing a mortal have fun with older women, like my mother over here.

Especially when my actual mother is up there above, and is probably watching me do all this.

But don’t get me wrong, thinking that I don’t like this trial, as playing around with milfs for a living, or more like having fun with them so that I can survive, is kind of a dream come true, not just for me but for any cultured individual who’s into older women.

But it’s just that I feel that I’ve been given a job that I was way overqualified for. It’s like asking someone who could plan and build an entire metropolitan city to build a doghouse. Or telling someone who can design a spaceship that can go beyond the solar system to make a paper airplane.

I just feel that I could do so much more.

This feeling probably comes from the fact that I have kept myself from doing anything extraordinary for the past few years so that I don’t bring any unnecessary problems, and now that I’m in a world where I don’t have to worry about those problems, I want to do so much more.

But I have to stop whining like a baby and eat what’s given to me. If I get too greedy for something else other than the task that’s presented in front of me, I’ll probably get smited by lighting, just like what would happen if I didn’t grope my mother butt.

But this is quite hilarious.

I was just thinking about controlling myself from feeling up my mother’s breasts, and now I have a request to grope her butt in exchange.

What kind of twisted fate is this?

Well, whatever it is, I should probably get to groping.

But it’s not like I can simply feel up her butt and not expect her to do anything unfavorable to me in return, so I have to go about this carefully and go through a systematic process; taking into account who she was to me, how she sees me, the barriers that I can cross, the trust she has in me, and various other factors.

After thinking about it for less than a second, I realised what I needed to do to grope my mother’s buttocks without alarming her and decided to proceed with the request.

While my mother was happily hugging me and rubbing her face onto my chest to take my smell in, I still hadn’t hugged her, and my hands were floating around her back. I was going to hug her back when she first hugged me, but that’s when the message came, and I had to stop myself from hugging her back to think about what I should do.

Now, I was going to use the fact that I hadn’t hugged her to my advantage and start off the Gods request.