God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 396

Chapter 396: I’ll Follow Right Behind You
Clap~ Clap~

“Well, we’ll talk about how we’re going to distribute the chores in the house later.”

Camila clapped and suddenly said out loud to change the dreary topic, which made her feel threatened. She then looked at both of us like we were supposed to be making haste and said,

“For now, it’s time to make a delicious breakfast to start off this joyous day of our family’s new start…So, Abi, why don’t you continue cutting the vegetables while Kafka can go and get some frozen peas from the fridge.”

I simply smiled at how chaotic our first morning as a family was going, thinking that it was so much better than waking up and eating breakfast while reading a book all alone like I was used to do back on Earth and thought there wasn’t a treasure in the world I would exchange this moment for.

I then continued letting them do whatever they were doing and walked over to the fridge to do what Camila said.

“Frozen peas in the morning, Camila…That’s quite strange, isn’t it?” I asked as I brought over the packet of ice-cold peas, wondering what dish Camila was going to make using this. “Are you possibly making Sautéed Peas and Eggs or a Pea and Potato Hash, Camila?”

“…But that is also really weird for you to do since you absolutely hate making any food with frozen veggies in it, saying that using shortcuts is lazy cooking and it would be the same as disgracing the dish.”

I said thoughtfully, knowing that Camila was someone who took her mastery over cooking very seriously and only used the most fresh vegetables and fruits when she made anything, especially since she was living in a town that prided itself on having a thriving agricultural sector.

“No, Kafka, the frozen peas aren’t for boiling or sautéing.”

Camila denied, as she turned back to look at me and said something rather surprising instead.

“…They’re for putting on my butt instead.”

Both me and my mother froze when we heard what Camila said, and we looked at each other like we were wondering if it was simply our imagination that was talking.

“W-We’re going to put them on your butt?”

I asked in a perplexed manner as I stared at Camila’s bouncy ass that was sticking out of her jeans and made it look like she stuffed two meat buns in there. I then looked at her with an expectant look on my face and asked her,

“Are we possibly going to eat the peas of your ass, Camila?…If we are, then let me go and buy a bunch of more packets, since these little amounts of peas aren’t going to be enough for me if I know that I’ll be eating them out of your ass.”

I could already imagine the erotic sight of Camila’s pale white cheeks being stuffed with green little balls while me and my mother digged into her crevice with spoons in our hands.

My mother also seemed to have the same thought, seeing as to how she was blushing while silently staring at Camila’s ass.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, you little pervert!…Why in the world would I ask you to stuff some peas in my butt?”

Camila lightly hit me in the head with a spatula with a grumpy look on her face for me having such dirty thoughts about her, which made my mother look away since she also had such thoughts on her mind.

Camila then looked at me like she didn’t know what she should do about my perverted nature and explained with a sigh,

“What I meant when I said that the peas were meant for my butt and not for cooking is that I want to apply them on my behind because of how much the slap you gave me stings.”

“What?” I asked as my lips twitched, hearing the frozen peas were for something I caused. “I know that I spanked you quite hard, but was it really so bad that you need to put some ice on that place?”

“Then what, Kafka?…Do you think that I’m a little kid who’s lying to get your attention?” Camila looked at me in a vexed manner for doubting her intentions. She then rubbed her poor little butt that got battered and said, “You also spanked my ass like it owed you some money, so how can I not say that it stings so much that I most definitely can’t sit down for a while?”

“Oh no, I’m not saying that you’re lying, Camila…It’s just that there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t slap my mother’s ass with how succulent of a rear she has.” I said, which made my mother’s ears turn red after revealing a shameful family secret. “But never, as she once complained about it being too painful, and she only really scolds me about it when I spank her when there are people around.”

I smiled as I thought about the time I slapped my mother while we were out shopping in a supermarket, since my mother kept on unintentionally tempting me by shaking her ass around as she pushed around the cart.

Unexpectedly, the impact of my hands and her juicy cheeks was so loud that day that everyone in the supermarket got scared thinking that someone shot a gun, and even the police arrived to investigate.

Luckily, they didn’t check the cameras, or else the ‘weapon’ my mother hid on her rear would’ve been revealed.

“W-Well, it actually really did hurt when Kafka first started spanking me, Camila, almost as if I got stung by a bee every time his hand landed on my butt.” My mother explained when she saw Camila stare at her, which made Camila glare back at me for supposedly abusing my mother. “B-But after a while and a bunch of spankings later, I’ve somehow grown resistant to the way he treats me rear, and I a-actually find it really pleasurable when he does so now.”

My mother’s face turned red as she admitted to growing to like my spankings, which made Camila look at her in wonder.

“My adorable mother also asks me to slap her much harder when I do so in bed, so you should understand what I’m trying to say with that piece of information.”

“You don’t have to tell her that as well, Kafi!~”

I added another point with a smile on my face, which made my mother shout out in protest and playfully slap my arm.

“Well, unlike your mother, who seemingly has a thicker butt than me, after hearing about the spanking play, you two indulge yourself…” Camila looked at my mother, wondering how a lady with such a cute and sweet little face could actually be such a pervert who gets off to spanking, which made my mother avert her shy gaze. “…I unfortunately don’t have that extra layer of fat like she apparently does and actually have quite the sensitive one, that even starts crying out if I don’t sit in a cushioned.”

“So, as the perpetrator of making my ass swell up, I want you to cool it down by keeping this icepack on it for a little while.” Camila handed me the frozen peas with a purpose in hand.

“You want me to do it?” I asked as I grabbed the peas, thinking that it would be easier if she did it herself.

“Why not, Kafka?” Camila asked with a coquettish smile on her face, like she was trying to tempt me into helping her out. “I thought you treated the women in your household like queens, so why is that you’re hesitating to help out your poor little lover who’s butt as been roughed up by you?”

Camila even turned around like she was going to wash some vegetables and quietly wiggled her juicy behind around to provoke me, making my mother gasp at how daring she was.

“I have no problem with it whatsoever, Camila…”

I said like I was ready to treat her even in my sleep, while moving closer to her swaying ass that was drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

And then, with her ass sticking out right in front of me, I started groping her, which made Camila let out a rather seductive whimper, and I continued saying as I mushed her cheeks,

“…But I’m afraid that if I were to see your naked ass right in front of me, I’d pounce right on you without even caring that my mother is right beside us, and I’d do a lot of dirty things to this juicy butt of yours that will surely make you stay up at night.”

My mother gulped and frantically looked around the room to distract herself from the sight of her son playing around with the ass of another woman right in front of her, since it was the first time she was seeing such a lewd scene happen before her and she didn’t know how to react to it.

But no matter how she tried to look away out of respect for Camila, her trembling eyes always ended looking at Camila’s cheeks that were getting squeezed and pulled like a slab of molten cheese, unable to resist the tempting sight of her new-found family playing around with one another.

“It’s fine, Kafka.”

Camila looked back at me and gave me an endearing smile with a calm look in her light blue eyes, as she felt her flesh getting scraped around by my fingers. She then looked at the knife on the counter she was supporting herself on and casually said,

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t do such a thing knowing that there’s a knife right next to me, unless my little Kafka wants a couple of holes in his body, so go ahead and treat my wounded behind without thinking about it too much.”

“With the number of times you’ve threatened me with a knife today, I’m starting to wonder if there will come a time where you’ll actually stick a knife through my neck and send me to the afterlife, Camila.”

I joked as I stopped groping Camila and started pulling her pants down a little to keep some ice on her bare flesh just like she wanted, seeing as to how readily she bent over the counter and pushed her booty out when she felt her rear get exposed.

“Don’t worry, Kafi. Even if there comes a day where I send you to the Heavens above, I’ll most definitely follow behind you shortly since there really is no way I can live without you anymore…So don’t worry about getting lonely in the afterlife, since I’ll be right by your side.”

Camila said with her usual smile on her face as she playfully ruffled my hair like I was a dog after noticing that I had crouched down to treat her butt, which was now partly exposed to me.

I shivered when I heard Camila’s words and saw the cold glint she had in her eyes when she uttered such a dangerous sentence, since she being the unpredictable and prideful woman she was, I didn’t even know if Camila was joking or not.

And unless I want to sleep with one eye open all the time, I probably have to make sure that I don’t really piss her off and take caution against the unstable bomb I’ve brought into my household…