God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Feed Me Next!
“So, Bella…Do you want to eat some crispy bacon first or do you want to go for some fluffy pancakes?”

I asked as I rubbed my face all over Bella’s silky hair and took in her flowery fragrance. I then whispered into her ear, saying,

“I personally want to eat you up, Bella. But today you’re the guest and not me, so I’ll hold that off for another day since serving you is the highest priority.”

Bella wiggled her butt on my crotch as she couldn’t be flustered at the thought of where my lips would go on her body if I were to eat her out.

“I want to eat some bacon, Daddy.” Bella pointed at the pieces of greasy bacon that were mounted on my mother’s breasts like they were fragments of stained glass. “Although I’m leaning more towards something sweet, I can’t bear to eat the pancakes right now because of how cute you made it look…It’s honestly so unbearable that I can’t even look at its eyes that are made out of chocolate without feeling sad for it.”

Bella sighed like she wished she could just take the bunny made out of pancakes back home and keep it on her bed like one of her plushies, since not only was it pleasing to look at, it was also something that I had made for Bella as well, which held some meaning for her.

“But why did you decide to make a bunny, Daddy, and not any other animal?”

Bella looked up and asked as she wrapped my arm around her and made me hold her tighter, like she wanted to feel my warmth even more.

“That’s because I was trying to think of something as cute as you to serve to you in the form of a pancake, Bella.” I said as I grabbed the cutlery from the side. I then looked down at Bella’s big blue eyes below that were looking up at me with warmth and fascination and said, “And the first thing that came to  mind when I thought of an animal that could possibly resemble even 1% of my daughter’s liveliness was a little bunny.”

Bella let out a little giggle as she looked at the bunny before her, thinking that her new found father really did know how to sweet talk a woman.

“I also couldn’t help but think about these snow bunnies you have on your chest, Bella, which are even softer than the pancakes I made.” I said as I gently cupped Bella’s supple breasts from the bottom and kneaded them like dough under her flustered gaze. “Even though you may feel that the bunny I made is more appealing in your eyes, I personally find the bunnies on your chest much more attractive and want to leave my handprints all over them.”

“Hmm!♡~ E-Even if they aren’t as fat as my mother’s snow bunnies, Daddy?”

Bella whimpered as she glanced at her mother’s milky breasts that had the same shape as her but were much bigger. She then continued as Camila thought that it was rather rude of her daughter to call any part of her fat,

“Would you still be interested in my baby bunnies that haven’t really grown at all compared to the Mama bunny? Nnn!♡~”

“Baby bunnies will eventually grow up to quite fat and plump bunnies like their mother’s in the future, Bella.” I said as I squeezed her melons to compare them to her mother’s. “So don’t worry about your mother’s size, as I’m sure that as her daughter by blood, you’ll eventually reach Camila’s size and grow even beyond her in the future.”

Bella had a hopeful look in her eyes as she thought about the day where she could look as mature as her mother and use that extra appeal to steal me away from her mother just to irritate her, while Camila smirked like she thought that it was ludicrous that her daughter thought that she could surpass her hefty size any time soon.

“You also have to maintain a proper diet, Bella, if you want to grow up to be like your mother in the future, so open up and say ‘Ahhh’.” I said like I were feeding a toddler, which made my mother, who was lying down on the table, chuckle.

But the smile on my mother’s face froze when she saw the fork in my hand coming towards her breasts.

She knew that the food on her body wasn’t simply for display and was mainly for consumption. But she was still confused when she saw such a sharp utensil coming towards her breasts since it seemed like I was trying to poke her balloon-like chest and scrape out some cooked meat from her mounds of flesh on her chest to her terror.

Poke~

But to her relief, I didn’t push the fork all the way into her fatty meat and didn’t tear out a chunk of her fatty meat.

Push~

I simply pushed the fork into the grooves in between the pieces of bacon until I could feel her breasts pushing back against, but not so hard that it would hurt her. I then carefully dragged the fork upwards, which meant that the sharp utensil was now caressing her brown skin and was slowly breaking off the bacon sticking onto her skin, dropping them down onto the fork below.

Like how paint would chip off a wall if one were to scrape a knife against it, the crispy pieces of bacon fell off my mother’s breast and perfectly gathered on top of my fork.

Of course they left behind an oily stain on my mother’s brown skin, but that didn’t damage her beauty at all and make her look dirty. Rather, it made her look even more seductive with how glossy her skin looked and even made Bella want to take a bite out of her succulent meat.

“Here, Bella.” I said as I fed Bella the few pieces of bacon as she opened her mouth when she saw the fork approaching. “What do you think? Does it taste good?”

“Chew first and then talk, Bella…I don’t want to see you splattering the food in your mouth all over your Auntie Abigaille in front of you.”

Camila suggested when she saw how Bella was getting overwhelmed by the taste of the bacon and looked like she was going to speak about it before swallowing it down.

“It tastes good, Daddy! It tastes so freaking good!”

Bella didn’t waste a second to praise the bacon I had prepared with an excited look on her face after sending it down her throat. She jumped up and down on my lap in exhilaration and continued saying,

“I don’t know how you managed to do it. But you somehow managed to elevate a dish that’s actually so simple to the next level to the extent that it doesn’t even taste like any of the bacon I’ve eaten my whole life and makes me think that you made it out of some other rare meat!”

“How blasphemous, Bella!~ How can you say that out loud when your mother, who’s been cooking you your breakfast your whole life, is sitting right next to your side?”

Camila said with a reluctant look on her face as her own daughter was basically telling her the bacon she had made for her before was nothing in comparison to what she was having now.

“Then try it for yourself, mom.” Bella didn’t back down on what she said and decided to back her father, who was starting to look like a much better cook than her mother in her eyes. “Try it for yourself and honestly tell me if it’s better or worse than the bacon you make at home.”

“I will, Bella!…I will!”

Camila harumphed and then looked at me with an intent gaze for some reason, as if she were waiting for me to do something.

“Wait…Don’t tell me that you want me to feed you too, Camila?”

I asked with a perturbed look on my face, while Bella stood on guard once again, thinking that her mother was trying to steal the spotlight once again.

“Why? What’s wrong with that, Kafka?” Camila asked as if it were only natural that I feed as well. “You’re okay with feeding my daughter, but you won’t do the same to me as well?”

“Who knows? The reason Bella might think that your dish may taste better is because you’re the one spoon feeding her, so shouldn’t it be appropriate that you serve me in the same way so that I can have the same taste as her?”

Camila’s started stating some ridiculous reason so that she wouldn’t sound childish in front of her daughter for asking me to personally feed her.

“Then here’s a spoon for you, I guess, Camila…Say ‘Ahhh’.” I decided to give in to her demands even though she wasn’t the guest today, since she was casting a scary gaze my way.

“You don’t have to tell me to ‘Ahhh’, Kafka…I’m not some sort of child.” Camila said even though she actually really enjoyed the fact that I was coddling her like a child and took the bite.

Chomp~

The moment the oiliness of the bacon hit her mouth, the grumpy look on Camila’s face immediately disappeared and was instead replaced with one of intrigue, like she really didn’t expect the bacon I made to be so good.

“This…This is actually really good…Absolutely delicious in fact!”

Camila slowly uttered as she tried to understand the simple but bold flavours infused into the meat and figure out how I managed to make the outside of the bacon crispy while the inside stayed soft with such thin slices.

“See mom…Didn’t I tell you that the bacon Daddy made simply hits at a different place at heart compared to what you make at home, not that I’m saying that the way you make it is bad or anything?”

Bella puffed out her perky chest and proudly announced on my behalf, like she herself was the one who made the dish, which looked rather loveable.

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves and say that Kafka’s bacon tastes better than mine, Bella, as both of them have their own qualities that make them better then the other in different aspects.”

Camila refused to give in to her rival’s cooking as she gestured for me to give her another spoon, which made Bella sigh at how stubborn her mother was over the things she held pride in. Camila then smiled as she savoured my dish with an appreciative look on her eyes and added, saying,

“But I will say that I surely would have a better day if I were to have such delicious bacon so early in the morning…Especially off such a beautiful lady’s chest that adds another layer of immersion to the dish itself.”

“Me too, Kafi!~ Mommy also wants to have of the tasty bacon you made!~”

My mother exclaimed in a giddy manner when she heard everyone praising her son’s food, which made me scrape off another layer of bacon and feed my mother as well.

“Don’t forget that I’m the guest here, Daddy.” Bella said after I dropped a few pieces of bacon into my mother’s mouth to her delight. She then pulled on my arm and said in a pouty manner, “You should take priority to feed me next.”

I didn’t want to dissatisfy the main character of the current request, so I didn’t hesitate to give her a fork full of tiny bacon pieces next.

“Without me, our guest wouldn’t even exist here, Kafka, so I think you should give me a spoon next…Also add in that barbecue sauce on top of Abi’s peaks next.” Camila ordered me to serve her up next without even giving me a single break.

“Mommy also wants to have a taste of the bacon coated in barbecue sauce, Kafi!~”

Just as I thought that I could finally put the fork down after feeding Camila, I saw my mother opening her mouth and waiting for me to feed her another piece.

“It isn’t fair that they got to taste the barbecue flavoured bacon first, Daddy…Give me to two spoons as compensation for ignoring your beloved guest.” Bella insisted that I give her special treatment and urged me to throw another piece in her mouth.

“There’s no need for you to give my daughter special treatment, Kakfa, as that would only spoil her even further…Ignore her and feed me next.”

“Mommy is next Kafi!~ I also want a really juicy piece next, so find me the thickest slice of bacon on my breasts like the good boy you are!~”

“If we’re taking special requests that I want to have a really crispy piece, Daddy, almost as if I’m eating some sort of meaty chips.”

“Then, I’d like you to dip the next strip of bacon really deep into the barbecue sauce you made, Kafka…I’m pretty sure that with a proper taste, I’ll figure out what the ingredients are you use to make the sauce.”

“Mommy’s next, Kafi!~”

“Then there’s me, Daddy!~”

“I’d love another piece of bacon, Kafka, if you will~”

The ladies both on the table and around the table didn’t let me rest for a second and kept on asking me to feed them as soon as the fork left the mouth of the other.

This made my hand that had been streched out for a while keep going in circles to feed the demanding mouths and kept on following the same motion like the arms of a clock.

The worst of it was whenever I decided to take a break and was about to put the fork down, all three of them would either pout or glare at me like they were daring me to put down the fork onto the plate and see what would happen to me then.

I didn’t dare to work up any of them who looked like hungry carnivorous right now and continued to feed them in the same cycle with a distraught look on my face, hating myself for cutting the strip of bacon into such small pieces that could barely fill their stomachs, which was the main reason I was caught up in this never-ending dilemma…