God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Competitive Grudge
“Fine, fine…I’ll accept that I’m the real bad guy here, even though it’s so clear that one of you enjoyed eating the ass out of another, while the other enjoyed getting her butt slurped up like it was covered in syrup.”

I surrendered to their accusations while staring at both of them with narrowed eyes, like I were telling them that I knew the truth no matter how many excuses they threw my way, and that was all that mattered.

My mother glanced at Camila and blushed as she looked down for being called out so blatantly, ashamed that she was lying when she was the one who taught her son to never deceive anyone or lie to someone else.

Camila herself didn’t show much of a reaction and simply looked back at me with a haughty look on her face, like she were proud of what she had done, which perfectly fit her dignified personality.

“Now that I’ve admitted to being the true sinner here, can we get back to the matter at hand here?” I said and went over to take out the ingredients I needed to prepare breakfast. “I’ve got a guest coming over here who wants to have a hearty breakfast, so it’d be great if you two could assist me in making our meal before they arrive here.”

“Hmm?…Why are we the ones who should assist you when we were the ones who were going to cook breakfast first, Kafka?” Camila asked in a disgruntled manner when she heard that I would be taking over her cooking duties, almost as if the idea of me picking up a pan and frying an egg really frustrated her. “Why can’t both me and Abi make breakfast for your surprise guest, while you assist us from the corner by peeling an onion or something?”

“Oh wow, Camila…Looking at how aggressive you’re becoming when the topic of me cooking comes up. It seems like you still haven’t forgotten what happened last time.”

I said with an arrogant smirk on my face, which made Camila clench her fists in irritation and look like she wanted to punch me right in the face.

The reason she was so vexxed right now and also why she didn’t want me to cook was because of a little grudge that had formed between us regarding our cooking skills.

About a week ago, I showed my talent in cooking to Camila, which both impressed her and made her a little angry since I was so skilled when I was so young, while she had to take so many years to reach the same level as me.

It was the same feeling of irritation of looking at a prodigy rise up all the way to the top with pure, raw talent, while she had to do so after accumulating years of experience, which didn’t appease to Camila’s competitiveness when it came to cooking.

That’s why the both of us decided to settle who was the best at making delicacies once and for all by serving up one dish to Bella and letting her decide which one tasted better, while she didn’t know who served which one.

As for the result, I’ll just say that Bella spent the rest of the day soothing her mother, who was sulking for losing when she obviously had the home advantage of cooking for her daughter for her whole life.

Even though the reason I won was genuine luck, as Bella was really struggling to make her decision since both the dishes she ate were so good in her opinion, Camila and her competitive spirit couldn’t accept the loss at all, especially when her daughter was involved, thinking that it was humiliating to lose with her own blood as the judge.

That’s why she currently thought that the reason I was taking over her cooking duties was because I was looking down on her abilities. She thought I was indirectly saying ‘I can make a better dish for our guest, so step aside’, which irritated her to the extreme.

“Stop saying some sort of nonsense, Kafka…I’ve already moved on from what happened that day, and it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Camila slowly uttered as if she were indifferent to the humiliation she faced, even though the icey gaze she was staring at me right now told me otherwise.

“Now, now…Let’s not fight over such simple matters, you two.”

My mother immediately came in between both of us when she saw things escalating between us and butted in before Camila pounced on me after being unable to hold back anymore, even though she didn’t exactly know why Camila was so worked up at the moment.

“I’m pretty sure that Kafi has his own reasons to want to cook for our guest who’s coming over right now, like he promised that he would personally cook for them or something…Isn’t that right, Kafi?”

My mother glanced at me and looked to be telling me to say some random excuses if I had to for wanting to be the one to cook breakfast today.

“Well, what you’re saying is true, mom, as I did promise that I would personally give them a breakfast experience that they would never forget in their entire life.” I said as I made the batter for the blueberry and banana pancakes.

This made a look of intrigue appear on Camila’s face, wondering just what sort of spectacular menu I was forming.

Even though Camila hated my guts when it came to cooking, she also deeply admired my skills since I was the only one who she had met who could stand along with her when it came to the culinary arts, and she was genuinely curious as to what I was going to make for breakfast today.

That’s why she lost the look of a loser who hated the fact that she lost and regained her usual composure, while having a look of interest in her eyes as she observed what I was cooking.

“There’s also the fact that your body is covered in sweat, mom, from what happened just earlier.” I said out loud, which made my mother wipe the sweat off her neck and blush. I then pointed at her ass and said, “Especially your butt; that’s probably still a little wet from how leaky it was.”

“…Unless you want to greet out guest while looking and smelling like you spent the entire day in the blistering sun, I suggest you go and take a bath.”

My mother didn’t hesitate to listen to me and readily nodded her head as she didn’t want to disgrace our household by welcoming the guests while wearing a see through top because of how much she was sweating because of her steamy little time with Camila.

“What about me, Kafka?” Camila calmly asked, thinking that there was no need for her to step aside like my mother did. “I’m not really sweating or anything, so there’s no need for me to step out the kitchen.”

“…Instead I could do a little more than simply helping you out and could be your partner in making this special breakfast you’ve planned out.”

Camila asked to be my partner instead of doing some simple chores like she thought I was asking her to do, as she really wanted to know what I had in mind and wanted to be in on the action of a breakfast that even I was saying was unforgettable by my standards.

“That won’t really do, Camila, as your role in making this breakfast spread is much more pivotal than you can imagine, and it doesn’t involve any of the laborious cooking work.”

I shook my head, which made Camila wonder just how she was going to contribute to the meal when she wasn’t even going to cook at all.

But even though Camila didn’t exactly approve of my audacity when it came to cooking, she trusted in my culinary sense, so she didn’t argue back with me and simply awaited to see what duty she was going to be presented with and how it was going to elevate the entire breakfast experience.

“What about me, Kafi?~ Mommy also wants to be a part of this wonderful breakfast you’re talking about~”

My mother jumped up before me, also wanting to be part of this little breakfast I was cooking up, thinking that it sounded really fun and exciting.

“Of course, mom~” I gave my adorable little mother a kiss on her puffy cheeks, which made her let out a delightful smile. “You and Camila are both going to become the main stars of the spread I have planned and are going to bring the experience I’m about to present to our guest to whole another level.”

“So quickly go and take a bath with Camila, while I prepare everything for breakfast…Also, don’t stay in there for too long, as our guest could arrive at any minute.”

I nudged my mother to take a bath and come back as quickly as possible so I could instruct her about what they were going to do and how they were going to become the ‘ingredients’ I have planned in mind.

“You’re also asking me to take a bath as well?” Camila asked and then continued as she looked at my mother with her lips curled up, like she were looking at a toy she could play with, “I don’t personally mind taking another bath if it means that I could see the entirety of my little sister’s lewd body, that I just can’t help but get out of my mind with how curvy she is in the flesh.”

My mother blushed and covered up her chest in embarrassment when she saw Camila staring at her milkers with an avid interest in her eyes, like she wanted to ask her for the secret of growing those pumpkins of her to be so large.

“But, unlike Abi here, I think I’m still in a decent shape and don’t look so unpresentable that I have to take a bath, right?”

Camila showed off her appearance that remained as elagant and poised as always; not as much as having a wrinkle on her low cut top that showed off her snow white cleavage.

This made my mother sigh in awe at how Camila still managed to keep up her standard of beauty even after doing so many rough activities today and made her want to become someone like her big sister who never lost her dignified gait, no matter the circumstances.

“I will agree, Camila, that you look as pristine as always, almost as if you were an angel that couldn’t be blemished by this world’s wickedness.” I said as I admired her breathtaking appearance, which made her cheeks flush and let out a proud smile. “But you also have to remember that you’ve just stuck your face into my mother’s butt. And as clean as is with the way my mother maintains that place, I don’t know if it would be a good idea to welcome our guests with a little love juice sticking on the tip of your nose.”

Camila immediately rubbed her nose in a flurry when she heard what I said and was deeply embarrassed about the fact that there actually was a little wetness on her nose, that she hadn’t even noticed.

Even though she secretly enjoyed the sweet and sour taste of the liquids secreted out of my mother’s ass, thinking that it had a pungent and addictive taste, there was no way she was going to greet out guest with her face covered in it and thought of rushing to the bathroom with my mother in hand.

But before she did, she seemed to have thought of something and stopped in her place. She then looked back at me like I forgot to give her something that belonged to her and came forward to stand right in front of me to receive what I had missed.

I was confused at first. But when I saw her tiptoeing and pushing out her cheeks towards me, I immediately understood that she also didn’t want to be left out and wanted me to kiss her as well like I did to my mother.

Kiss~

Of course, I didn’t deny my lady’s demands and gave her a little peck on her snow white cheek.

This made her give a delightful smile and walk towards my mother, who was also smiling at the act of love she saw in front of her, thinking that it looked so wholesome that it looked like it came from a romance drama.

While holding hands like they were a pair of sisters who have been there for one another since birth, my mother and Camila left the kitchen with gleeful looks on their faces as they secretly gossiped about me and went towards the bathroom to have the bath they needed.

I simply smiled at this warm sight that made my heart feel at ease and made me feel like I had finally found my home that I truly belonged to. I then continued to prepare breakfast, hoping that it would be worthy of the Gods attention from up above…