God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: A Flower In Each Hand
I was quick to realise that even though what I said made both of them realise their mistakes, I also got caught up in the mood and took things a little too far.

This was also made obvious when the atmosphere, which I thought would return to harmony after I spoke my true thoughts, didn’t happen like I thought it would.

Rather, the kitchen that was supposed to be a warm and pleasant place where a family shared laughter and funny stories of what happened in their life that day had somehow turned into an icefield that was completely silent.

Why was I saying that the kitchen had suddenly become a cold and detached place that honestly felt a bit uncomfortable to stand in, you ask?

Well, for one, my mother was currently pouting with a feisty look on her face like a little gerbil that was furious about what her son said to her.

Camila, on the other hand, had an icy look in her frosty eyes and had picked up the knife again, showcasing her silent rage that made me shiver and take a step back.

“Mom I-”

“Hmph!~”

When I looked at my mother to ask if she was alright after speaking to her a little too harshly, she turned away from me with a harumph like she refused to even look at me, clearly showing how upset and angry she was for doubting her abilities as a mother.

Seeing that I couldn’t talk to my mother, I tried to reach Camila and apologise about what I said in a flurry.

“Camila, at least you have to understand why I said-”

“Unless you want me to give you a few pokes on your back, you better not talk to me right now, my dear, Kafka.”

Camila interrupted me as well with a chilly tone in her voice while showing the glint of the sharp blade she was holding. She then showed me a sarcastic smile and added, saying,

“It’s also not good for you to talk to a perverted woman like me, unless you want to catch my deviant nature, so for your sake, I suggest you don’t speak a word to this taboo-loving pervert like you said, Kafka.”

I gave a wry smile at what was going on, as somehow my actions came to be bite me right in the ass, seeing as to how the two women in the household were silent bombs that were ready to explode at any moment.

Luckily, I was an expert at defusing actual bombs as well as relationship mines, so I didn’t fret too much.

I also knew both my mother and Camila enough to know how to calm them down, especially my mother, who was a little too easy when it came to persuasion.

Sniff~ Sniff~

Just when the two ladies had made a silent agreement to stand with one another against me and not let me have any edge against them, to make me silently suffer for what I did, they suddenly heard the sound of someone silently crying coming from the corner.

When Camila turned her head to see what I was up to with a suspicious look on her face, she was surprised to see that I had a extremely tragic look on my face at the moment.

I looked at someone who really regretted what he had done and was doing my best to control the tears that were welling up near my eyes.

Camila obviously knew that I was simply faking it, even though she was impressed by how good I was at making the other party feel pity for me.

She then shook her head in dismay and thought there was no one dumb enough to fall for such obvious bait.

That is, until she saw my mother look at me with a very concerned look on her face when she saw her baby boy look like he had his heart crushed by a girl.

My mother wasn’t dumb or anything to fall for my obvious act. It’s just that she loved me a little too much that she didn’t even think about the chance of me acting in the moment and immediately felt a motherly urge rush out to help me when she saw me all distraught, to Camila’s astonishment at how easy it was to sway my mother.

“Kafi, are you alright, dear?…Why do you look like you’re going to cry?” My mother didn’t hesitate to break the silent agreement with Camila when she saw me all distressed while slowly approaching me with a worried look on her face. “If there’s anything you want to let out, then know that Mommy’s right here to hear you out at any time.”

Camila wanted to stop my mother from falling for my obvious act, but as a mother herself, she knew that it was impossible to stop a mother who was worrying about their child and let out a sigh knowing that she had already lost my mother to my shameless act.

“N-No, mom, I’m not crying because of anything that happened in my life or anything.”

I stammered and wiped the non-existent tears from my face as my mother looked up at me in a concerned manner from the side. I then looked at her like I was truly feeling the consequences of my words and said to her as if I were struggling to hold in my tears,

“I-It’s just that I felt really bad when I accidentally called you an irresponsible mother, when I really didn’t mean that at all…A-And when I thought of how hurt you must have been when I uttered such blasphemous words to you…I-I just couldn’t!”

I suddenly wailed and fell on to my mother’s shoulders, who was ready to catch me and console me like the loving mother she was.

“There, there, Kafi~ It’s alright now~”

Under Camila’s wide gaze, my mother switched sides without a thought and consoled me by holding me in her arms.

And then, whilst petting me hair like she always did when I looked a bit down, she continued saying with a warm smile on her beautiful face,

“You know that there’s no way that Mommy can ever be hurt by anything you say, right, because Mommy knows that no matter what you may say or how you may act, deep down you care for your mother the most and wish for her goodwill more than anyone could.”

“R-Really, mom?…You really aren’t hurt because of what I said?”

I said in a muffled voice since my face was currently buried in her warm chest that felt like a field of cotton.

“Of course, Kafi~ There isn’t a thing in the world that you can do or say that could possibly make your mother hate you~”

My mother hugged me and pushed my face into her breasts even more in a rather cheerful manner, to show that there really was nothing that could break our mother-son bond.

“I see…Then, that means I can finally stop acting like I’m crying right now, doesn’t it?”

A chuckle was heard from my mother’s chest as I suddenly popped my head out of my mother’s chest with a wide smile on my face, almost as if the look of sadness I had earlier was simply an illusion.

And under Camila’s knowing gaze, who had already expected to see me change face when my goal was accomplished, I put a hand over my mother’s shoulder and pulled her into my embrace, treating her like a little bunny that couldn’t escape anymore after getting caught in my trap.

My mother was also quick to realise that she had been duped by her son and had fallen for his wily tricks, which were actually so obvious. But she didn’t really mind at all, as she knew I truly felt apologetic for what I said and that I was simply doing this to cheer her up.

She also didn’t mind anything that happened to her as long as she could stay close to her beloved son, so she happily fell into my trap and pulled my hand over her closer so that she could feel the warmth on my body even more.

My mother also threw an apologetic gaze towards Camila for betraying her, to which Camila gave an understanding smile, knowing exactly how hard it was to purposely ignore one’s child.

But when Camila turned to glance at me, that graceful look on her face changed to that of a frosty one, looking at me in disdain for even going as far as to trick my own mother.

“Come on, Camila~ One side of my arms is already occupied with my mother and the other is calling out to you, so please forget what I blabbered to you and come over to me like the good girl you are~”

Camila, who thought she was going to be a stone wall in front of me, suddenly perked up when she saw me and my mother approaching her with one of my arms waiting to hold her in my embrace.

Not to mention how comfy my mother looked while she snuggled next to me, which made her feel a little bit jealous. But her interest also peeked when she heard me call her a ‘good girl’, which provoked her incestuous desire of looking up at me as her father and made her cheeks flush a little.

“Hmph! Why don’t you just grab onto some random woman on the streets if you feel like your arms feel empty, Kafka?!…Why is that you specifically need me in your arms?”

Camila put down the knife and exclaimed with a grumpy look on her face, which was actually an improvement from before since she was finally willing to talk to me after staying silent this whole while.

“That’s because someone like me only embraces the most beautiful women in the world, Camila, so it’s only natural that you would take up that place being the angel of temptation you are.”

I replied to her in a rather arrogant and haughty manner, which didn’t offend Camila at all and rather made her cheeks flush as she held her head up high at the compliment that seemed to deeply please her.

Even my mother, who was following me in my arms, started giggling since she was one of those beautiful women I mentioned since she was already in my embrace.

Camila was also very close to being pulled in by me, but she still needed to put up some resistance so that I didn’t think that she was an easy woman who could easily be tempted with some shallow words, so she said while looking at me with a glaring gaze,

“But you told me that I’m a horrendous pervert who gets a little too engrossed when it comes to anything that involves family members doing ‘certain things’ that they shouldn’t be doing with one another.”

“…So, there’s no way you would want such a perverted woman by your side, right?”

Camila looked like she was curious about what I was going to say about this one.

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Camila…”

I said as I slowly got close enough to Camila that I could finally pull her into my embrace.

She resisted at first, but she eventually let me hug her in my other arm with a disgruntled look on her face.

And before she could say anything in protest, I looked down into her beautiful blue eyes that still had a tinge of reluctance in them and continued saying,

“…Perverted women like you are my absolute favourite.”

“And whether you’re a pervert who likes to hear about the naughty things happening between a mother and son or an exhibitionist who likes the thrill of walking around naked, it really doesn’t matter to me, since I’ll come to love any part of you, no matter how devious it may be, if it means that I can be with my beloved, Camila.”

I finished what I was saying with a little kiss on Camila’s nose, which made the little bit of anger she had in her heart completely disappear and replaced it with an innocent shyness that came with the experience of being embraced by her one true love.

She also coyly hugged me just like my mother was doing, so currently I have two pretty flowers in my hands at the moment.

This was more than enough of a result to say that I had managed to successfully diffuse the bombs on the battlefield and turn it into a garden full of breathtaking flowers…