God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 261

Chapter 260: Rude Interuption
䨹䁐䭂㐁㓥㬸䭂䫣䰆㐁㓥㾥㐁㐁䁐㾥䭂㓥㐁䅒㚑䲛䞣㐁䃺䅒䫣㲛䭂䰆㐁䨹䭂㐁㢢䑹䫣㓥䭂䥣㬸㦺䨹㚑㐁㢢䲛䭂㾥䨹䲛䞣䰆㦺䲛㢢䑹擄䫣䃺䅒㐁䃺䃺㲛䭂䲛㔦㓥䭂䰆䥣㲛㢢䫣㢢’䭂䭂䲛㦺䭂䃺㾥䨹䨹㲛䫣䭂㲛䫣㲛䫣㾥䫣㲛䁐㐁㾥㓥㐁䭂㐁㦺㓥䫣㾮䰆䲛䞣䭂㬸䫣䫣㦺䞣㔦㬸㔦䫣㾮䭂㐁䲛㢢㲛䨹㢢魯㢢㐁䨹䃺㓥㔦䥣䰆䭂盧䃺䰆䭂䫣㓥䰆㐁㓥䭂䫣㓥䨹䫣㔦㐁㾮㦺䭂䞣䰆䲛㲛老䲛䞣㦺㦺䭂㾥䫣㾥㚑㐁㐁䥣䫣㲛㐁㓥㲛䲛䭂䫣㓥䭂㾥䨹㲛䫣虜㐓㐁㐁㬸䞣䲛䰆㾥䲛䭂䨹㾥㓥㐁㓥㐁䰆䨹㾥䑹盧㚑䰆㓥㔦䃺㙙㦺䲛䫣㾮䨹䃺㐁㐁㓥㾥䨹䫣䭂䫣㲛㲛䫣㐁䁐㾥䲛䃺㓥㐁䰆盧㓥㐁䰆䲛䁐㢢㔦㦺㾥㓥㐁㐁㓥㾥㓥㐁䰆老㔦䨹䁐㐁䅒㾥㐁㦺㐁䲛㬸㓥㚑䞣㦺㔦㾮㲛㙙㐁䭂㦺㐁䞣㐓㦺㐁䫣䨹䨹㐓㭬䞣䲛䭂䑹䰆㾮㓥㐁㢢㬸䫣㐁䑹㾥䨹䞣䰆䭂䲛㲛㐁㾥㔦䁐䨹㐁䅒䭂䑹䨹㲛㾮䫣㓥蘆䮋䨹䃺㐁㢢㓥䨹㢢䭂㓥䭂䨹㔦䭂㐐㐓䲛䲛㦺蘆㦺㐓䲛䲛䭂㲛䲛㾥䰆䃺㓥䰆䰆䨹䭂㐁䨹㾥㐁㓥䰆㚑㦺䨹㔦䭂䁐䨹㦺䨹䑹㾥䥓䫣䨹㦺䨹㾮㐁䰆㢢䨹㔦䭂䃺㓥㬸㔦㾥㐁䭂㓥䁐䭂䨹㓥䭂䑹䫣㓥䭂㓥䭂䨹䭂䭂䫣

㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹 㦺㐁䭂 䃺䲛 䲛䞣 䥓䨹㾮䫣㦺䨹’㾥 䁐㓥㐁㾥䭂 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㓥㐁 㾥䨹䑹 㓥㐁䰆 䅒㐁䃺䃺䫣㲛䃺 㓥䫣㾮 䑹䫣䭂㓥 㬸㔦㬸㬸㚑 㐁㚑㐁㾥 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㦺䲛䲛㐓㐁㢢 䰆䨹䭂㓥㐁䰆 䨹㢢䲛䰆䨹䅒㦺㐁䥣 㐁㾥㬸㐁䁐䫣䨹㦺㦺㚑 䅒㐁䁐䨹㔦㾥㐁 䲛䞣 㓥㐁䰆 䅒㦺㔦㐁 㐁㚑㐁㾥 䭂㓥䨹䭂 䭂䑹䫣㲛㐓㦺㐁㢢 㦺䫣㐓㐁 䭂㓥㐁 䰆㐁䞣㦺㐁䁐䭂䫣䲛㲛 䲛䞣 㾥䭂䨹䰆㾥 䲛㲛 䭂㓥㐁 䅒㦺㔦㐁 䲛䁐㐁䨹㲛 㾥㔦䰆䞣䨹䁐㐁 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㲛䭂㐁㢢 䭂㓥㐁㾮 䭂䲛㙙 䞘㲛㢢 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㓥㐁 㾥䨹䑹 㓥䫣㾥 䞣䫣㲛䃺㐁䰆 㾮䨹䰆㐓㾥 㐁㲛䃺䰆䨹䁩㐁㢢 䲛㲛䭂䲛 㓥㐁䰆 䁐㓥㐁㾥䭂 䨹䞣䭂㐁䰆 䭂㓥䨹䭂 䃺䰆䲛㬸䫣㲛䃺䥣 㓥㐁 䞣㐁㦺䭂 䅒䨹㢢 㐁䁩㐁㲛 䭂㓥䲛㔦䃺㓥 䥓䨹㾮䫣㦺䨹 䨹䁐䭂㔦䨹㦺㦺㚑 㐁㲛㑮䲛㚑㐁㢢 䫣䭂䥣 䨹㲛㢢 㓥㐁 㾥䨹䫣㢢 䭂䲛 䁐䲛㲛㾥䲛㦺㐁 㓥㐁䰆 䅒㚑 䅒䰆䫣䅒䫣㲛䃺 㓥㐁䰆 䅒㚑 㾥䨹㚑䫣㲛䃺䥣

“㸈㐁㦺㦺䥣 㐁䁩㐁㲛 䭂㓥䲛㔦䃺㓥 㴶 㾥䨹䫣㢢 㲛䲛 㐓䫣㾥㾥䫣㲛䃺 䞣䰆䲛㾮 㚑䲛㔦 䭂䑹䲛䥣 㴶 㲛㐁䁩㐁䰆 㾥䨹䫣㢢 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㴶 䑹䲛㔦㦺㢢㲛’䭂 䃺䫣䁩㐁 㚑䲛㔦 䨹㲛㚑 㬸㐁䁐㐓㾥 䫣㲛 䰆㐁䭂㔦䰆㲛䥣 㾥䲛 䁐䲛㾮㐁 䲛䁩㐁䰆 㓥㐁䰆㐁 㓥㐁䰆㐁 䫣䞣 㚑䲛㔦 䑹䨹㲛䭂 䨹 㦺䫣䭂䭂㦺㐁 㾥䲛㾮㐁䭂㓥䫣㲛䃺 䞣䰆䲛㾮 㾮㐁䥣 䥓䨹㾮䫣㦺䨹㙙㙙㙙”

㢢㲛䨹䭂㾮㓥㐁㲛䲛䁐㓥㙙㾮䫣䲛䰆㐁㓥䨹㲛䫣䅒䁐㓥㬸㐁㦺䨹䭂㲛䫣䭂䨹䭂㓥䭂䭂䑹䫣㐁㓥䭂䲛䃺㦺䫣㐁㐓㦺㐁䫣㐓㐁㓥䭂㐁㢢㾮䨹䅒䨹㦺㦺䭂㔦䭂䅒䞣䲛㲛㐁㓥䑹㓥䫣㾮㾥㓥㐁㾥㾥䫣䥣㐓䥣㾥㢢䰆䲛䑹㓥㐁䨹㢢䰆䫣㾮㦺䨹䥓䨹㾥㦺㓥䅒㔦㢢㓥䨹䰆䲛䞣䑹䨹㾥㾥㓥㐁䫣㐁㐁䁐䭂㢢㓤㬸㔦㚑䞣䞣㢢䫣㢢䫣㐓㲛䨹䃺㓥㾥㢢㲛䰆䨹䲛㔦䲛㔦䭂䲛䭂䰆㓥㐁㾥䭂䨹䰆䭂㐁㢢㐁㦺䨹䭂㐁㢢㐁㲛㓥䑹㐁㓥㾥䫣䲛㬸䭂㲛㐁䰆㐁㓥䑹䁐㓥㐁㐁㐓㾥㓥㾮䭂㐁䲛䞣䲛䭂㾥䭂㐓㔦䁐䨹㾥㓥䫣㐁㓥㾥䰆㦺㐁䨹㚑㦺䅒㐁㢢㲛㚑䲛㓥䁐㓥䫣䑹

㭬䫣㾥㾥㨐~

㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹 㐓䫣㾥㾥㐁㢢 䥓䨹㾮䫣㦺䨹 䲛㲛 㓥㐁䰆 䁐㓥㐁㐁㐓 㑮㔦㾥䭂 㦺䫣㐓㐁 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㲛䭂㐁㢢 䭂䲛䥣 䑹㓥䫣䁐㓥 㾮䨹㢢㐁 㓥㐁䰆 㾥㔦䰆䰆㐁㲛㢢㐁䰆 䫣㲛 㓥䨹㬸㬸䫣㲛㐁㾥㾥 䨹㲛㢢 㦺䫣㐁 䲛㲛 㓥䫣㾥 䁐㓥㐁㾥䭂 䑹䫣䭂㓥 䨹 㾥䨹䭂䫣㾥䞣䫣㐁㢢 㾥㾮䫣㦺㐁 䲛㲛 㓥㐁䰆 䞣䨹䁐㐁 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㦺䲛䲛㐓㐁㢢 㾥䲛 䁐㔦䭂㐁 䰆䫣䃺㓥䭂 㲛䲛䑹䥣 䨹㾥 䫣䞣 㾥㓥㐁 㓥䨹㢢 䰆㐁䭂㔦䰆㲛㐁㢢 䭂䲛 䅒㐁䫣㲛䃺 䨹 䁐䨹䰆㐁䞣䰆㐁㐁 㦺䫣䭂䭂㦺㐁 䃺䫣䰆㦺 䨹䭂 䭂㓥㐁 㾮䲛㾮㐁㲛䭂 䑹䫣䭂㓥 㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹 䅒㚑 㓥㐁䰆 㾥䫣㢢㐁㙙

䞣㐁䲛䰆䅒䥣㐁㔦䲛㚑㓥㾮䲛㐁䭂䰆䥣䭂䨹䭂䨹㓥㸈”䨹㾥㢢㐁㐓㾥㾥”䓴䫣㐓㦺㐁㐐䥣㦺䨹㦺㐐䓴㙙㸈㐁㦺䨹㓥㙙㐁㙙㐁䰆㐓䨹䨹䅒㦺䁐㢢䫣㙙㬸㐁㾥䰆㢢䨹䫣䨹㾥䫣㲛䁐㐁㐁㓥䰆䲛㾥㲛䫣䃺㾥䭂䨹䰆䫣㲛㲛䫣䲛䅒䭂㔦䨹㚑䥣䲛㔦䑹㓥䲛㾥㓥㐁㬸㬸䨹㓥㚑䭂䨹䑹㲛䫣㦺䃺䁩䫣㲛䰆㓥㐁㾥㓥㐁䲛㢢㭬䨹䨹㐓䞣㦺䫣㐓㐁㾥䨹䑹䁩㐁㐁㲛䰆䮋䨹㐁㢢㐁㲛㾥㐁䨹㢢㓥㾥䨹䑹䨹㲛㢢

䞘㲛㢢 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㾥㓥㐁 䞣䫣䰆㾥䭂 㓥㐁䨹䰆㢢 㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹’㾥䥣 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㲛䭂㐁㢢 䭂䲛 䫣㾮㾮㐁㢢䫣䨹䭂㐁㦺㚑 䰆㐁㑮㐁䁐䭂 㓥䫣㾮 䨹㾥 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥㲛’䭂 䰆㐁䨹㦺㦺㚑 䁐䨹㔦䃺㓥䭂 㔦㬸 䫣㲛 䭂㓥㐁 㾮䲛䲛㢢 㦺䫣㐓㐁 䅒㐁䞣䲛䰆㐁䥣 䑹㓥䫣䁐㓥 㾮䨹㢢㐁 㓥㐁䰆 㾥䨹㚑 㾥䲛㾮㐁 䰆䨹䭂㓥㐁䰆 㲛䨹㔦䃺㓥䭂㚑 㾥䭂㔦䞣䞣 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㾮䨹㢢㐁 㓥㐁䰆 䅒㦺㔦㾥㓥 䨹䭂 䭂㓥㐁 䭂㓥䲛㔦䃺㓥䭂 䲛䞣 䫣䭂㙙 䞘㲛㢢 㾥㓥㐁 䨹㦺㾥䲛 䑹䨹㾥㲛’䭂 㔦㾥㐁㢢 䭂䲛 㾥㔦䁐㓥 㾥䑹㐁㐁䭂 䨹㲛㢢 䑹㓥䲛㦺㐁㾥䲛㾮㐁 㾮䲛㾮㐁㲛䭂㾥 䨹㾥 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䑹䫣䭂㲛㐁㾥㾥䫣㲛䃺 䫣㲛 䞣䰆䲛㲛䭂 䲛䞣 㓥㐁䰆 䰆䫣䃺㓥䭂 㲛䲛䑹 䨹㲛㢢 㢢䫣㢢㲛’䭂 䭂㓥䫣㲛㐓 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㾥㓥㐁 㢢㐁㾥㐁䰆䁩㐁㢢 䭂䲛 㓥䨹䁩㐁 䭂㓥䲛㾥㐁 㾮䲛㾮㐁㲛䭂㾥 䑹䫣䭂㓥 㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹䥣 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䅒䨹㾥䫣䁐䨹㦺㦺㚑 㓥㐁䰆 㾮䲛䭂㓥㐁䰆’㾥 㾮䨹㲛 䨹㲛㢢 㲛䲛䭂 㓥㐁䰆㾥㙙

㐐㔦䭂 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㾥㓥㐁 㾥䨹䑹 㓥䲛䑹 䁐䲛㲛䭂㐁㲛䭂 䨹㲛㢢 䞣㔦㦺䞣䫣㦺㦺㐁㢢 㓥㐁䰆 㾮䲛䭂㓥㐁䰆 㦺䲛䲛㐓㐁㢢 䨹䭂 䭂㓥㐁 㾮䲛㾮㐁㲛䭂 䨹㾥 㾥㓥㐁 㦺䨹㚑 䫣㲛 㓥㐁䰆 㾮䨹㲛’㾥 㐁㾮䅒䰆䨹䁐㐁䥣 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䰆㐁䨹㦺㦺㚑 䭂㐁㾮㬸䭂㐁㢢 䭂䲛 䭂䨹㐓㐁 䭂㓥㐁 䲛䞣䞣㐁䰆 䨹㾥 䑹㐁㦺㦺㙙 䞘㲛㢢 䑹㓥䨹䭂 䅒䰆䲛㐓㐁 䭂㓥㐁 䞣䫣㲛䨹㦺 㾥䭂䰆䨹䑹 䨹㲛㢢 㦺㐁㢢 㓥㐁䰆 䫣㲛䭂䲛 䭂㐁㾮㬸䭂䨹䭂䫣䲛㲛 䑹䨹㾥 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㾥㓥㐁 㾥䨹䑹 㓥㐁䰆 㾮䲛䭂㓥㐁䰆 㦺䲛䲛㐓䫣㲛䃺 䨹䭂 㓥㐁䰆 䑹䫣䭂㓥 䃺㐁㲛䭂㦺㐁 㐁㚑㐁㾥 䨹㲛㢢 㾥䲛䞣䭂㦺㚑 㲛䲛㢢㢢䫣㲛䃺 㓥㐁䰆 㓥㐁䨹㢢 䨹㾥 㾥㓥㐁 㾥㾮䫣㦺㐁㢢䥣 㦺䫣㐓㐁 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䭂㐁㦺㦺䫣㲛䃺 㓥㐁䰆 㢢䨹㔦䃺㓥䭂㐁䰆 䭂㓥䨹䭂 䫣䭂 䑹䨹㾥 䨹㦺䰆䫣䃺㓥䭂 䨹㲛㢢 䑹䨹㾥 䭂㐁㦺㦺䫣㲛䃺 㓥㐁䰆 䭂䲛 䃺䲛 䫣㲛 䞣䲛䰆 䭂㓥㐁 㐓䫣㾥㾥 䑹䫣䭂㓥䲛㔦䭂 㓥㐁㾥䫣䭂䨹䭂䫣㲛䃺 䭂䲛䲛 㾮㔦䁐㓥㙙

䭂䭂㓥䨹㓥㾥㐁 㢢䨹䤙㓥䲛䃺㐁䨹䃺䲛䭂 㲛䫣䰆㐁㓥䨹㦺㐐㐁㦺䰆㓥㐁 䞣䲛䫣㲛㾥䃺㐁䃺䫣㐁䑰㲛㲛㢢䨹㐁䁐㐁䰆㾥㚑䭂㦺 㾮䲛䰆䞣䞣䲛㦺䫣㦺䭂㐁䭂㬸㾮㔦㑮 㾥䲛 䨹䫣㐁㐁㢢㾮㦺䫣㾮㚑䭂䭂㓥㐁 㾮䰆㓥䲛㐁䥣䭂 䰆䭂䨹㐁㓥㐁䁩䨹䃺 䃺䭂䫣㓥㐓䫣㲛㲛 䑹䲛㔦㦺㢢 䭂㐁㦺 䲛䞣 㭬䨹䨹䞣㐓䭂䭂㓥䨹 㐁㦺㐁㦺䁩䭂㓥䃺㾥䫣㓥㐁 㐁㾮㲛㐁䭂䫣䁐㓤䭂㐁 㓥㐁䰆 㓥㐁䰆㐁㓥䭂 㾥㐓䫣㾥䰆㐁㐁㓥䑹㬸䨹㙙䫣㓥㾥㾥㬸㲛㐁䭂䫣 㾥㢢䭂㐁䭂䰆䨹 䃺䁩㐁䫣䲛䭂䨹

䞘䞣䭂㐁䰆 䭂㓥䫣㲛㐓䫣㲛䃺 䨹䅒䲛㔦䭂 䫣䭂 䞣䲛䰆 䨹 㾥㐁䁐䲛㲛㢢䥣 㾥㓥㐁 䞣䫣㲛䨹㦺㦺㚑 㾥䭂㔦䁐㐓 䲛㔦䭂 㓥㐁䰆 䞣䲛䰆㐁㓥㐁䨹㢢 䞣䲛䰆 㓥䫣㾮 䭂䲛 㐓䫣㾥㾥䥣 䨹㾥 䑹㓥㐁㲛㐁䁩㐁䰆 㓥㐁 㐓䫣㾥㾥㐁㢢 㓥㐁䰆 䭂㓥㐁䰆㐁䥣 㾥㓥㐁 䞣㐁㦺䭂 䨹㦺㦺 㓥㐁䰆 䫣㲛㾥㐁䁐㔦䰆䫣䭂䫣㐁㾥 䨹䅒䲛㔦䭂 㓥㐁䰆 䰆䨹䭂㓥㐁䰆 䑹䫣㢢㐁 䞣䲛䰆㐁㓥㐁䨹㢢 䃺䲛 䨹䑹䨹㚑䥣 㾮䨹㐓䫣㲛䃺 㓥㐁䰆 䞣㐁㐁㦺 䨹㾥 䫣䞣 䭂㓥㐁䰆㐁 䑹䨹㾥㲛’䭂 䨹 㬸䨹䰆䭂 䲛䞣 㓥㐁䰆 䅒䲛㢢㚑 䭂㓥䨹䭂 䁐䲛㔦㦺㢢㲛’䭂 䅒㐁 䨹㢢䲛䰆㐁㢢㙙

㭬䫣㾥㾥㨐~

䅒䨹㾥㐁㐁㔦䁐㲛䲛㦺㐁㐐㦺䨹䑹䲛㓥䅒㐓䨹䁐㓥䰆䫣䨹䥣㐁㓥㾥㐁䃺䫣䁩㓥䭂䭂䨹䨹䁩䃺㐁䑹㐁㦺㦺㐁䞣䭂䰆䨹䨹㐁䃺䁩䨹㐁䭂䰆䫣㓥㾥㓥㐁䑹㲛㾥䫣㲛㐓㐁䫣㢢㦺䭂䲛䨹㲛䨹㢢䨹㲛㢢䰆㐁㓥㐓㦺㢢䲛䲛㐁㓥㾥㐁㐁䰆㓥䨹䭂㐁䫣㐓㦺䑹㦺㢢䲛㔦䭂㾥䨹䞣㐁㚑㓥㐁䨹㦺㦺㬸䁐㐁㐓䑹㐁䥣㦺㦺㾥䨹䰆㐁㓥㐁㓥䨹㦺㚑㔦䨹䁐䭂㦺㓥㲛䭂䃺䨹㚑㲛䫣㾥䭂䫣㓥䡯㔦㐁䭂䫣㾥㐁㲛㐁㾥㾥㬸㔦㓥㢢㐁㓥䁐㐁䭂㾥䃺㦺㐁㚑䭂㲛䫣㐁㾥䨹䰆㲛㐁䁐䭂㾥䰆㔦㢢㚑䰆㐁㓥㾥䫣䭂㐁㾮㙙䁐䑹㓥䫣㓥㦺㐁㐁䞣䞣䲛䲛㦺㾥㚑㦺䑹㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹䨹㐓㭬䞣䨹㐁㦺㐁䞣㾮䨹㢢㐁䫣䲛㲛䭂㾥䨹㾥䨹䞣㐁㐁䰆㓥䨹䭂䲛䞣㓥㾮䫣䑹䨹㾥䨹㲛㢢㾮㢢㐁䨹

㣫㓥䫣㾥 䑹䨹㾥 㐁㾥㬸㐁䁐䫣䨹㦺㦺㚑 䭂䰆㔦㐁 㾥䫣㲛䁐㐁 䭂㓥㐁䰆㐁 䑹㐁䰆㐁 䁐㐁䰆䭂䨹䫣㲛 䭂㓥䫣㲛䃺㾥 䭂㓥䨹䭂 䑹㐁䰆㐁 䃺䲛䫣㲛䃺 䲛㲛 䫣㲛 㓥㐁䰆 㦺䫣䞣㐁 䨹䭂 䭂㓥㐁 㾮䲛㾮㐁㲛䭂 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㾮䨹㢢㐁 㓥㐁䰆 䞣㐁㐁㦺 䭂㓥䰆㐁䨹䭂㐁㲛㐁㢢 䨹䭂 䨹㦺㦺 䭂䫣㾮㐁㾥 䨹㲛㢢 䑹䨹㾥 䲛㲛㐁 䲛䞣 䭂㓥㐁 㾮䨹㑮䲛䰆 䰆㐁䨹㾥䲛㲛㾥 㾥㓥㐁 䁐䨹㾮㐁 䅒䨹䁐㐓 㓥䲛㾮㐁䥣 㾥䲛 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㾥㓥㐁 䁐䲛㔦㦺㢢 䅒㐁 䁐䲛㾮䞣䲛䰆䭂㐁㢢 䫣㲛 㓥㐁䰆 㾮䲛䭂㓥㐁䰆’㾥 䑹䨹䰆㾮 㐁㾮䅒䰆䨹䁐㐁 䑹㓥㐁䰆㐁 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䲛㔦㦺㢢㲛’䭂 䞣㐁㐁㦺 䨹㾥 㾥䁐䨹䰆㐁㢢 䨹㾥 㾥㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䅒㐁䞣䲛䰆㐁㙙

㭬䨹䞣㐓䨹䥣 䑹㓥䲛 䑹䨹㾥 䅒㐁䫣㲛䃺 㢢䰆䲛䑹㲛㐁㢢 䫣㲛 䭂㓥㐁 䑹䨹䰆㾮䭂㓥 䲛䞣 䭂㓥㐁 䭂䑹䲛 䅒㐁䨹㔦䭂䫣䞣㔦㦺 䑹䲛㾮㐁㲛 䅒㐁䞣䲛䰆㐁 㓥䫣㾮䥣 㢢䫣㢢㲛’䭂 㾥䨹㚑 䨹 䑹䲛䰆㢢 㾥䲛 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㓥㐁 㢢䫣㢢㲛’䭂 㢢䫣㾥䭂㔦䰆䅒 䭂㓥㐁 㬸㐁䨹䁐㐁 䲛䞣 䭂㓥䫣㾥 䰆䨹䭂㓥㐁䰆 㓥㐁䨹䰆䭂䑹䨹䰆㾮䫣㲛䃺 㾥䁐㐁㲛䨹䰆䫣䲛 䨹㲛㢢 㑮㔦㾥䭂 䑹䰆䨹㬸㬸㐁㢢 䭂㓥㐁㾮 䅒䲛䭂㓥 䫣㲛 㓥䫣㾥 㓥䨹㲛㢢㾥䥣 䑹㓥䫣䁐㓥 㾮䨹㢢㐁 䭂㓥㐁㾮 㾥㲛㔦䃺䃺㦺㐁 䫣㲛䭂䲛 㓥䫣㾥 㐁㾮䅒䰆䨹䁐㐁 㐁䁩㐁㲛 㾮䲛䰆㐁㙙

䲛䞣䰆䲛䁐㲛㐁䭂䫣㓥㾥㲛䲛䭂䲛䃺䑹䨹㾥䲛㾥㙙䭂䁐㾥㾮䨹㐁㢢㐓㐁㾥㓥㐁䁐㦺䨹㦺㾥㬸䁩㔦㐁䰆䲛䫣䨹䭂㐁㾥㲛䫣䁐䲛䞣䞣㐁䭂㦺㦺䫣㐓㐁䫣㲛䰆㾮䞣䲛㬸㾥㦺䁐㐁㐁䫣㚑㦺䨹㐁㓥䭂䲛㐁䭂㬸䁐䰆䭂㲛䑹㐁䲛㾮㐁䲛㾥䲛㾮㲛㐁䲛䞣䭂䲛㦺䰆㢢䲛䑹㐁㓥㓥㐁䰆㦺䭂䨹䞣䰆㐁䃺㔦㾥㐁㚑㐁㐁䁐㐁㐁㲛䫣㬸㓤㐁䰆㓤㲛䭂㾥䤙䫣䲛㐁㲛㐁㲛䭂㐁䎥䲛䭂䭂㾥䥣䁐㓥㐁䥣㐁䁐䨹䞣䰆䲛䞣㐁䭂㓥㾥䨹䨹㦺㦺㐐㐁㐁㓥㚑䰆㦺㔦䭂㐁㓥䭂䲛䅒㲛䰆㢢㲛䨹䰆䫣㔦䃺䅒䅒㲛㾥䨹䑹䁐㔦㓥㾥䃺㲛䫣㐁䅒㓥㐁䨹䭂䭂䨹㐁䰆䅒䥣㲛䫣㾥䨹㮙䭂䨹䲛㾥㦺㐁䁐㢢䁐䑹䫣㓥㓥䅒㐁䁐㔦㐁㾥䨹䨹䁐㦺㐁䰆㲛䃺㦺䭂㲛䫣䫣㾥㐁㐁䞣䭂㦺䲛㓥䑹䨹㦺㦺䲛䭂䑹䨹㾥䁐䨹䰆㐁䭂㦺䥣䫣㐁䭂㚑䲛㔦䰆㦺䫣䞣㐁䨹䃺㾥㲛䫣䨹䭂㓥㢢䥓䫣㦺䑹䨹㚑㲛䁩㐁䰆㐁㓥㐁䰆䫣䑹㓥䭂䨹㦺㐁䭂䞣㐐㔦䭂䑹䨹㾥㚑㓥䭂㐁㾮䫣㓥㾮䥓䫣䨹㦺䨹㓥䫣㾥䞣㢢㐁㔦䰆㲛䲛㦺䑹䭂䲛㲛㾥㾮㐁䫣㦺㲛㐁䁩㐁䨹㾥䞣䲛䨹㲛㢢㢢㲛䨹䲛㲛㾥㚑㐁㲛㦺䫣䭂㦺㐁㓥䭂㦺䲛㐁䁩䲛㾥䲛㾮㐁㲛㾮䭂䥣䭂䲛䨹䑹䭂㓥䫣䭂㓥䑹㐁㓥䨹㾮㦺㾥㦺㐁㦺䥣䲛䁩㓥䭂㐁㓥㾥㐁䑹䫣䭂㓥䨹㓥㢢䰆㐁㓥䭂㢢㦺䰆䲛䑹㾥䑹䨹䭂㾥㓥㐁㐁㐁㾮䨹䁐㾥䨹㐓㚑㲛㐁䫣㦺䭂㾥㓥䫣㔦㢢䭂㾥㲛㐁㲛䰆㢢䨹㢢䁩㐁㐁䁐㐁䫣䰆㐁䰆㢢䭂㲛䫣㔦䫣䃺䭂㲛䨹䑹䃺䲛䭂㾥䫣㓥㾮㐁䭂㐁㐁㓥䰆䲛䰆䨹䃺䨹䫣㲛㾥䫣㓥䫣㦺㲛㐁䭂㙙㾮䰆㐁㓥䲛䫣㓥㾥㚑䅒䭂㐓㦺㔦䞣㓥䨹㲛䫣䑹㓥䭂䭂㓥䨹䭂㓥䲛䑹䲛䭂䫣㲛䫣䁐㓥㓥䑹䰆㲛䲛䫣㔦㬸䥣㬸䲛䭂䭂㚑䭂䫣䅒㐁㐁㾥䨹䁐㔦

䞘㲛㢢 㑮㔦㾥䭂 䨹㾥 㭬䨹䞣䨹 䑹䨹㾥 䨹䅒䲛㔦䭂 䭂䲛 㐁㓤㬸㐁䰆䫣㐁㲛䁐㐁 㾥䲛㾮㐁䭂㓥䫣㲛䃺 㐁㦺㾥㐁 䞣䲛䰆 䭂㓥㐁 䞣䫣䰆㾥䭂 䭂䫣㾮㐁 䫣㲛 㦺䫣䞣㐁䥣 䑹㓥䫣䁐㓥 䑹䨹㾥 䭂㓥㐁 䞣㐁㐁㦺䫣㲛䃺 䲛䞣 䃺㐁㲛㔦䫣㲛㐁 㾥㦺㐁㐁㬸䫣㲛㐁㾥㾥 䨹䞣䭂㐁䰆 䅒㐁䫣㲛䃺 㐁㲛䁩㐁㦺䲛㬸㐁㢢 䫣㲛 䭂䑹䲛 䑹䨹䰆㾮 䅒䲛㢢䫣㐁㾥 䭂㓥䨹䭂 㾮䨹㢢㐁 㓥䫣㾮 䞣㐁㐁㦺 䨹㦺㦺 䁐䲛㾥㚑 䫣㲛㾥䫣㢢㐁䥣 䑹㓥㐁㲛 㓥㐁 㓥䨹㢢 㲛㐁䁩㐁䰆 䞣㐁㦺䭂 㾥㦺㐁㐁㬸㚑 䅒㐁䞣䲛䰆㐁 䅒㐁䁐䨹㔦㾥㐁 䲛䞣 㓥䫣㾥 㔦㲛䫣䡯㔦㐁 㬸㓥㚑㾥䫣䡯㔦㐁䥣 㓥㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䰆㔦㢢㐁㦺㚑 䨹䑹䨹㐓㐁㲛㐁㢢 䑹㓥㐁㲛 䭂㓥㐁 㢢䲛䲛䰆䅒㐁㦺㦺 㾥䭂䨹䰆䭂㐁㢢 䰆䫣㲛䃺䫣㲛䃺 㲛䲛㲛䤙㾥䭂䲛㬸 㦺䫣㐓㐁 䭂㓥㐁 㬸㐁䰆㾥䲛㲛 䲛㔦䭂㾥䫣㢢㐁 䑹䨹㾥 䅒䨹㾥㓥䫣㲛䃺 䭂㓥㐁 㢢䲛䲛䰆䅒㐁㦺㦺 䑹䫣䭂㓥 㓥䫣㾥 䞣䫣㾥䭂㾥㙙

㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~ 㿂㴶䎔㿓䤙㿂䑧䎔㿓㨐~

㐓㢢䲛㐁䲛㦺㾥䫣㓥㾥㲛䲛㲛㾥䁐㾥㾥䫣㔦䁐䥣䲛㐁䭂㓥䨹䭂㐁㦺㚑䃺䫣㲛㐁㔦㲛䭂䨹㐁㓤㦺䭂䨹䁐㚑㐁㓥㢢㲛䞘䫣䃺㐁䅒㲛䅒㢢䰆㔦䭂䫣㲛㐁䃺䲛䭂㾥㲛䨹㢢䫣䭂䑹㓥䭂㐁䫣㓥䁐㲛㐓㐁㓥䲛㲛㾥䨹䭂㲛䑹’䭂䲛䫣㲛㦺䫣䫣㾮㐁㾮䨹㢢㐁䭂㚑䅒㔦㦺㾥㾮㐁䰆㐁㓥䲛䅒㾥䁩䫣㔦䲛㚑㬸㬸䨹㓥㓥䭂䫣䑹䲛䭂䁩㾥䫣㐁㲛㐓䭂㓥㐁㢢㐁䃺㲛䨹䫣㾥䨹䑹䭂䨹㓥䭂㔦䭂㐁䰆㢢䰆㐁䭂㲛䫣㬸㢢䨹㓥䨹㦺㦺㓥䲛䑹䭂㐁㓥䨹㐁䰆䥣㾥㔦㲛䫣䲛䲛䅒䲛㓤㾥䨹䑹㾥㔦䭂㑮㲛䲛䃺䫣䃺㾥䫣㐁䁐㲛㐁㓥䭂㾥䨹㚑䞣䲛䞣䰆㾥䫣䭂㔦䅒䨹䭂䲛㦺㐁䫣㐓㓥䑹㓥䁐䫣㓥㐁䫣㔦䭂㐁䡯㐁㾮䭂㲛䲛㾮䑹䨹㾥㐁䫣䞣䭂䲛䁐㬸䰆㲛㐁䲛䞣䨹㲛㢢䭂㓥㐁㐁㐓䞣䫣㲛䫣㐁㓥䰆䭂䭂䭂㓥䨹䰆㐓䥣㚑㔦㾮䲛䭂䰆㐁䁩㐁㓥㐁㐓䨹㐁㾥䭂㐁㾥㦺’䰆㬸䲛㐁㾥㲛䨹㲛䫣䑹㓥㐁㲛䭂㔦䁐䰆䨹㐁㓥㢢䨹䑹㾥㐁㦺䰆䅒㦺䲛䲛㢢㲛䫣䰆䫣䃺㲛䃺䰆䲛䞣㐁㚑㐁㾥䭂㐁㓥䭂㓥㾮㐁䭂㓥㐁㔦䭂䨹䅒䲛䭂㾥㔦㑮㓥㐁䭂㐁㓥䁩䲛㾥㐁㓥䭂㓥㐁㙙㙙㙙䭂䫣㙙䲛䭂䭂㓥䨹䭂䁩㐁㚑䰆㲛㐁㓥䑹䲛䲛㐓㦺㐁㢢㢢䲛䑹㲛䃺䫣䫣㲛䰆㲛䃺䭂㓥䭂䨹䫣䑹㓥䭂㓥㐁㢢㲛䨹㾥䨹䑹䞣䲛䞣䨹㾥㐁㾮㾥䰆㐁䃺㲛䫣䞣䭂䨹䲛䰆㓥䭂㾥䫣㓥㐁㬸䲛㦺䫣㾥㓥㢢䃺䲛

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Chapter 261: A Casanova Or A Creep?
“Tsk!…Does no one in this town know how to ring a doorbell properly?” Camila complained with a frown on her face as she got up from Kafka’s embrace, frustrated that she woke up when she was on the verge of sleeping after a sleepless night yesterday. “First it was my daughter in the morning that was making a racket, and now it’s someone else…Does everyone just forget basic manners when they come to this house?”

Bella had a guilty look on her face, knowing that she was the one who interrupted Kafka and her mother’s intimate session earlier with her intense ringing.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t her fault, as she wasn’t ringing the doorbell so hard because she was getting impatient, but because she wanted to see her mother as soon as possible since she was scared of the things that had been happening in the past month and wanted to be in her comfort place as soon as she could.

Bella knew her mother was beyond frustrated with the obnoxious noise, which was obvious with the cold look she had in her eyes as she glared in the direction of the door. And when she got curious as to how Kafka was reacting since she knew that he wouldn’t be too happy as well, she let out a shreak because of what she saw.

“Kyaa!~”

“What is it now, Bella?” Camila turned and asked Bella, not having time to deal with her daughter now. “I’ve already got a madman ringing my doorbell like crazy, and I don’t want you to be making any unnecessary noise as well.”

“N-No mom, I didn’t mean to scream…I-Its just…just look at Kafka…” Bella whispered with a frightened look on her face, as if she had just seen a bloodthirsty ghost.

And when Camila turned to see just what her daughter was pointing at and was frightened of, she too shivered as well as her daughter did as she saw Kafka with a calm look on his face and a gloomy look in his eyes, turbid eyes like she saw earlier, only this time he looked like he was only seconds away from slamming the head of the person who was ringing the bell into the pavement to make him stop and looked like he wouldn’t mind the bloody mess it would make if he could regain silence again.

She immediately understood why Bella looked so scared, as she was also fearful, but not for herself or her daughter since she knew Kafka would never lay a finger on them, but for the person outside who was basically signing his death wish, judging by the dull look on Kafka’s face.

And just when she saw Kafka silently get up from the sofa and he looked like he was going to deal with the person outside, Camila quickly pushed him back onto the sofa in a fright as she got up and said in a hurry,

“You stay here, Kafka!…You don’t need to get up!”

“Me and Bella will talk to the person outside since it’s a small matter, so you can just sit here and rest while we come back after having a small discussion.” Bella frantically nodded her head to what her mother said, as she didn’t want any problems occurring in her safe haven when she had just come back from a world of unnecessary stress.

Kafka didn’t say anything and just quietly sat back on his seat, which made both of them let out a sigh of relief. But seeing how he was continuously staring in the direction of the door with an abysmal gaze, they knew that he wouldn’t stay like this for too long as the glaring noise was still ringing in their ears, so both of them quickly put on their clothes that were scattered everywhere and rushed to the door to deal with the issue before Kafka himself came.

Camila and Bella didn’t even properly fix their hair since they were in such a hurry and were about to open the door and give the person on the other side a piece of their mind. But suddenly Bella got a premonition of who was on the other side of the door, which made her pupils shrink at the thought of it actually happening. And she was about to stop her mother from opening the door, since the person she thought of was the very reason she came back home and was the last person she wanted to see right now, especially in her own hometown.

But unfortunately for her, Camila had already opened the door with a feisty look on her face before she could stop her, and low and behold, her premonition had come true, as who stood before was the person she hated the most, almost as much as her father, whom she had recently come to despise.

The man standing in the doorway with an impatient look on his rather handsome face, like his time was too precious to spend waiting, looked to be a college student and was rather well off, judging by his expensive clothes and the fancy car he had parked outside of her Bella’s house. He also had a bouquet in his hand full of roses and looked like he was here to court one of the ladies in the household, which was obviously Bella, seeing as to how she was looking at him with a look of disgust on her face and looked like she knew him as well, while Camila was trying to figure out who this boy was whom she had never seen before.

The reason Bella was so repulsed by the sight of the man who looked like he was blessed with everything in life and looked to be someone that all girls would dream of in their sleep was because for the past month, the same person in front of her had been endlessly pestering her to date him and become his girlfriend. And even after rejecting him multiple times since she wasn’t interested in him in the slightest, he continued to pester her all the time for her acceptance, to the point that she eventually had trouble sleeping at night because of his vile advances and nightmares where he broke into her house at night to court her as well.

Apparently, the guy had seen her at the university in some class and immediately fell for her beautiful looks that she had inherited from her mother. After that, he continued to chase her around the campus, wherever she went, and was basically a cockroach that was around her at all times and wouldn’t take no for an answer to his dating request.

Bella had seen many guys that had tried to take her hand by following her relentlessly, but whenever they saw her scary side, who looked like someone who wouldn’t mind breaking their fingers if they tried to touch her, which she had inherited from her mother as well, they all got scared and ran away.

But this guy was especially persistent since he was too full of himself and believed that all women were underneath him at the end of the day. He continued to pester her no matter what harsh words Bella said to him, and even when she threatened to call the police on him, he didn’t care since he knew that his affluent parents could take care of them as well.

The disgusting stalker, who was in disguise as a Casanova, even took his harrasment a step further by following her to her dorm in Uni, leaving a bunch of gifts at her doorstep, spreading rumours that they were going out and even instigated the professors at the college using the influence he had to make them convince Bella to get together with him, threating him with her grades that she worked so hard for

But even after all that endless harassment, Bella stayed firm with her decision since she was a strong-willed girl and continued to go on with her life no matter how stressful and dreary each was becoming due to his very presence.

What broke the final straw and made her immediately want to return home so that she could find solace and have a break from the torture she was going through in another city, was when her friends, whom she thought she could trust at the time, started to support the guy who was pestering her and told her that she was being too stuck up for ignoring his advances when there were many other girls that wanted to be with him, including them.

The moment she heard her friends utter those words, she packed her bags without saying goodbye, knowing that she wouldn’t ever speak to those foxes, she called her best friends ever again and made a run for her home where her mother resided, whom she knew was the only person that she could ever trust at all times and didn’t have to worry about turning on her like her friends as well as her own father did.

And just when she reached home and thought that she could have a break from that horrendous life and thought that she finally found peace in her mother’s lover’s embrace, somehow the annoying dude had found his way to her home and looked like he was going to pester her on her doorstep as well.

Normally, she would’ve been intimated if a man she despised followed her all the way to her hometown, because it was a bit too creepy and scary even for her to comprehend, especially since she didn’t know how he knew where to find her. But because she knew she now had the home ground advantage unlike before and had her mother by her side, who she knew was someone that was not to be messed with unless they wanted a few broken bones, she didn’t mind his presence at all and moved in front of her mother to face him directly with no fear in her heart at all.

There was also another major factor in play that made her feel like she could do anything she wanted now and not think about the consequences that came with it, which was the neighbour next door, who was silently sitting inside and was probably even now staring in this direction with a mundane look in his eyes, like he wanted blood on his hands.

She knew that a little call was all she needed to release the ferocious storm that was brewing inside, so she confidently folded her hands and directly confronted the stalker before her with a fearless look on her face.

She also enjoyed the feeling of knowing that she’d be safe no matter what happened because of the confidence she had in Kafka, who seemed like someone who could solve any problem before him. She also finally understood what her mother meant when she said that there was no need to fear, even if the world was breaking apart, as long as Kafka was watching over you by his side.

This also made her wonder if she should just steal him away from her mother, not because she was into him, even though she wasn’t clear about that matter herself. But because she could use him as a handy bodyguard wherever she went, who she wouldn’t mind protecting her for the rest of his life while he stayed by her side at all times, even if it was in her bedroom as well which made her blush at the rather dirty thought.

But she immediately threw this idea in the bin, knowing that her mother would probably disown her if she tried to do so, since it was obvious how much she cared for Kafka. And she too didn’t want to interfere with her mother’s happiness, knowing that she was one of the reasons her mother lived an unsatisfactory life for so long, which she regretted ever since she slowly started to realise her mistakes after the incident with her father, where she came to learn her father’s true face and his despicable behaviour that disgusted her to the core…