God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Desperation For A Single Meal
“D-Did you just say that you want to l-lick the curry off my chest?!” Camila asked with a flushed face and tried to back away from me in a fright, but she couldn’t do so since my hands were still holding onto her breasts and I didn’t look like I was going to let go of her mounds of meat any time soon. “Why would you want to do such a vulgar thing so early in the morning?!”

“Vulgar?…How is not wasting the food given to you considered vulgar?”

I asked with a questioning gaze in my eyes, while at the same time pushing her breasts up and down, which made the curry on her cleavage move from side to side.

“I mean, just how were you planning on cleaning this mess off your chest?…You were probably going to use a towel to wipe it off and then take a shower, right?”

“Yeah, something like that…” Camila looked at the tablecloth on the table like she immediately wanted to use it and wipe the curry off her, since it felt quite weird to have it slushing around her body.

“Then wouldn’t that be the same as wasting all this delicious curry you made and also all the effort and time you put into it, going as far as to work for hours and waking up so early for it?” I told my reasoning with a sincere gaze, which she didn’t really seem to be accepting, seeing how she was much more distracted with the waves of curry I was making on her chest.

“But it’s just a little curry that would only be enough for a plate that’s going to be wasted, and we have so much left in the pot that’s been untouched, so does it really matter if it goes down the shower drain or not?”

Camila asked as she tried to stop me from juggling around her jiggly breasts, which she gave up when she felt my grip on her get even stronger and my fingers push deep into her flesh and tried her best not to make any sounds from having her chest played around with.

“…A-And don’t you dare act like a goodie two shoes who’s never wasted a single meal in your life, as I’m pretty sure there were several moments where you couldn’t finish your food because you were full or didn’t like it’s taste, and you ended up throwing it in the bin in the end.”

“No…Not really.”

I said without any hesitation and with a straight look on my face, which made her raise an eyebrow in disbelief at what I was saying.

“Ever since a certain incident in my life when I was really young where I got to learn the true value of food and how many people out there are so desperate for it when it’s a common commodity in most places, I have stopped wasting any food that was given to me and wouldn’t even leave behind a grain of rice with every meal I ate.”

“Even if the food was atrocious in taste and tasted so horrible that one would want to throw up, I would still pinch my nose and shove it down my throat just so that I didn’t feel guilty after wasting some food.” I said with a wry smile on my face, as what I was saying was all true, and it wasn’t a simple story I was making up to fool Camila.

My life when I was a child wasn’t exactly smooth sailing like I mentioned before, and there were several moments in that time where I almost starved to death in the cold, so I truly did value food for how important it was and did my best to not even waste a whisk of it.

“And now that you bring this topic up, I even remember the times in the past when I knew that the food that was served to me was spoiled in some way but still ate it in the end knowing that I would get sick, just so that I could leave satisfied knowing that I didn’t waste anything that was given to me.”

I said in a melancholy manner, which had both truth and lies mixed in since I really did and still don’t mind eating spoiled food so that I didn’t waste it, but I never really got sick from eating since my stomach was simply built different from the average.

I mentioned this so that I could gain sympathy from Camila, which was needed to smoothly complete the request, and overwhelming sympathy and pity is what I got as her motherly instincts kicked in and she said,

“Oh, you poor thing~ Just why would you go as far as to eat something knowing that it will upset your stomach?~”

“Just what happened when you were so young that made you build up such a self-sacrificing habit towards food that not even the hard working farmers in this town who produce the grain you eat have?~”

Camila let go of my hand and let me do as I pleased to her chest, as she was more concerned with me and caressed my cheek with a pityful look on her face, like she was asking me if I was alright and wanted to talk about any problems I had.

“N-No, not really…As it happened a long time ago, and I can barely remember it now, and I am even quite close to forgetting it even happened.” I rejected her consolation while feeling embarrassed from being coddled, as I didn’t really like talking about the past, especially to my loved ones, which Camila immediately understood and didn’t ask any further about what happened.

“But if you don’t believe me, then you can even ask my mother about my eating habits. Or actually, you don’t even need to go that far, and you can just have a look at the plates in the sinks over there.” I said as I looked at the stack of plates in the wash basin. “I assure you that even if you used a magnescope, you wouldn’t be able to find a grain of rice or a strand of noodle, since I’ve wiped all those plates clean and not left anything behind.”