God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 434

Chapter 434: The Poor Fate Of Mr Bunny
“I think that’s enough for me, Daddy…Any more grease in my stomach, and I’ll think I’ll be feeling sick for the rest of the day.”

Bella said as she lied back on me with a satisfied look on her face, thinking that it would feel so good to turn around and sleep on my chest right now.

“I’m also on a diet right now, so I think that’s enough for me as well.” Camila politely wiped her oily lips with a handkerchief and then wiped her daughter’s lips as well, treating her like a child that always needs her care at all times.

“I-I think I can eat a few more pieces, Kafi, so if you wouldn’t mind, can you-”

“No, mom! That’s enough bacon for you today!”

I interrupted my mother in frustration when she asked for a couple of more spoons, as my arm had already gone weak from moving all over the place and trying to feed three mouths at the same time.

“But why, Kafi?!~ There’s still so much bacon left on my chest! What are you going to be about that?!~”

My mother gasped as she was denied her request and looked at her breasts below.

One of them was completely scraped clean of any bacon sticking on top of them, leaving only the grease of the cooked meat on them and also some indents from the fork poking her skin all over her chest. Her nipple on top was also wiped clean of any of that dark sauce on it, leaving her purple grape exposed to the world.

Her other breast, on the other hand, was left untouched, since just one breast of hers was covered in enough bacon that it could even feed a family of three.

The excess of bacon wasn’t because all three of them had small stomachs, when they were all actually gluttons who swallowed every spoon I gave them. But it was because the surface area of my mother’s breasts was so large that I managed to fit more than enough slices of bacon onto them.

“I’ll be eating the remaining bacon on your chest, mom, so keep your hands off them unless you want me to shove my own ‘rod of bacon’ into your mouth right in front of these two.”

My mother’s hands that were sneakily going for the bacon on her chest froze when she heard my threat, and they immediately retreated back to their place on her side.

“I also noticed while laying out the pancakes that your belly is much more squishy than it used to be, mom, so I think you should lay off on the greasy food for a while, or else I’m sure you’ll come crying to me about gaining weight and blame me for fattening you up.”

My mother blushed and looked at me with an urgent gaze, like she was telling me not to say such an embarrassing thing in front of others. She also couldn’t deny that she had been eating quite a lot lately since her son had been spoiling her quite a lot when it came to food.

“Speaking of pancakes, that’s what we’ll be eating next, Bella.” I said as I finally put down the fork after continuesly feeding all three of the ladies in the household. I also didn’t want to tire out my hand once again so I added in saying, “I also specially made the bunny pancake for Bella so if you  two want to have a taste, you can eat the extra pancakes I’ve made later.”

Camila was already quite full with bacon and had already tasted the pancakes, so she was fine. My mother, on the other hand, had already planned on telling me to make her the same bunny out of pancakes later on, since her childish self also wanted to indulge in such a cute animal for breakfast.

“Daddy, do we really have to eat Mr Bunny?” Bella named the bunny and looked at him with pityful eyes like he was a dying animal. “He looks so cute and fluffy, almost as if he actually has some life in him. I can’t possibly eat him while he looks at me with those big black beady eyes.”

“Well, if you don’t eat Mr Bunny and keep him just like that, he’ll eventually start going stale, Bella. And unless you want to see him with maggots crawling out of him all over the place, I suggest you put him out of his misery and eat him here itself.” Bella sighed as she thought about the Bunny’s pitiful fate, which always ended horribly. I then picked up the knife and fork on my side and said, “I can also pick out his eyes if that’s what’s stopping you from eating him.”

“No don’t!” Bella urged me to stop by holding onto my hand. She then sighed and slowly brought the knife in my hand closer to the bunny’s neck and continued saying, like she had no choice, “Just give him a clean death, Daddy…He at least deserves that.”

“Of course, Bella.” I said, and then, with one swift motion, I dismembered Mr Bunny’s head from his body.

Bella looked away from the sight while holding onto me, my mother gasped and prayed that Mr Bunny reached heaven, and Camila wondered what ratio of flour to water and milk I used to make the head of the bunny bounce so much when it landed on the pancake below.

“Now, tell me how you think Mr Bunny tastes, Bella.” I said as I stabbed Bunny’s face with a fork, which was quite the tragic sight, and held it near Bella’s mouth. “I think you owe it to him to give an honest review of how he tastes.”

Camila couldn’t help but have a peculiar look on her face at how far I was going with Bella’s childish antics of treating the cake like it was an actual bunny.

She didn’t look down on me because of this and rather appreciated it as it told her that I was really accommodating with children and their amusing behaviour, unlike her husband, who always left Bella to her to take care of when she was a child and only showed up every once in a while.

Bella nodded her head, and so that Mr Bunny’s sacrifice didn’t go to waste, she heavy-heartedly bit onto his head.

Chomp~

The gloomy atmosphere quickly disappeared when Bella started chewing, as she couldn’t help but be caught up in how good Mr Bunny tasted. She completely forgot that what she was eating was her companion and urged me to feed her another part of him with a satisfied look on her face.

“Ahh~ If I knew that Mr Bunny tasted so good, I would’ve eaten him a long time ago.” Bella mercilessly said as she chewed on the rest of his body I was cutting up for her, looking as if she were cooking up her own pet bunny she had raised her whole life. “Whether it’s his fluffy body that’s as soft as a cloud or the milky fragrance he gives off when I take a bite into him, they’re all top notch!”

“But…” Bella said and hesitated, like she didn’t know if she should continue saying anything for my sake.

“But what, Bella?…If you have anything you have to say about the dish, be honest with me and say it. I can handle some genuine critique.” I said and smiled as the scene was going exactly as I planned it to go, already knowing that Bella would probably point out the one problem with the dish I made.

“Well, the thing is Daddy…” Bella started explaining what was throwing her off about the pancakes after seeing that I wanted her genuine review about the dish I made. “…even though the softness, flavour, and texture of the pancake are out of the world and probably even better than whatever you may get at those fancy restaurants, I feel that something is still missing.”

“Now, I don’t know if I’m speaking some nonsense, but if you want my honest opinion, I feel that the aspect where the pancakes you made are losing out is the sweetness.”

Bella hoped that I didn’t take what she was saying in the wrong way, as she genuinely was saying her critique so that I could improve myself in the future. She then continued saying, as she had another bite just to be sure,

“Like, I’m not saying that there’s no sweetness at all. But it’s just that the sugary flavour of the cake is too subtle and lacks the intense sweet flavour you would normally taste in a pancake.”

Bella closed her eyes in anticipation after saying her review, as she thought that I would berate her for making comments when she herself just started learning to cook. But to her surprise, I had a different reaction that she wasn’t expecting.

“That’s it, Bella!…That’s exactly it, my sweet little daughter!…I knew you would figure it out!”

I suddenly exclaimed and hugged Bella and swung her around like a father who was proud of her daughter for accomplishing something significant.

While Bella was confused as to why I was so excited but nonetheless was enjoying the warm hug she was getting, I explained, saying,

“To be honest, I purposely didn’t add that extra bit of sweetness to the pancakes to test how good of a judge you are when it comes to delicacies.”

“…And now, it seems like you truly inherited your mother’s taste for food after all, seeing as to how you figured out that I had left out one crucial element of the dish.”

I stated, which made Bella let out an embarrassed smile for being praised so much when she was simply rating food.

Her face turned even more red when she saw Camila looking her way with a proud look in her beautiful blue eyes, like she were saying, ‘As expected of my daughter’, as she too was genuinely thrilled to see her daughter excel at something that she thrived in.

“By the way, Bella…” I said as I held onto her soft body that felt so fragile in my hands and felt her lean over to my side to hear my voice better. “…You’ve figured out what part of the dish was off or missing. But can you tell me what exactly is the element that I didn’t add, which would make the entire dish complete?”

“That’s easy, Daddy!” Bella quickly answered so that she could show off to her father how smart she actually was and earn herself more praise. “It’s either some kind of syrup or jam that you would normally see in a pancake!”

“Although you’ve sweetened up the pancake with frosting and whipped creams in between the layers of the pancake, it still won’t be able to contend with the traditional use of syrup or fruit to bring a whole other level of depth to the dish.”

Bella concluded her analysis and waited for another round of compliments that she loved to hear from those who mattered to her.

But to her surprise, instead of the cheery ramble she was expecting from us, the room suddenly went silent like someone had said something that she shouldn’t be mentioned at all costs.

When she looked at her mother, she found that she had a concerned and composed look on her face, like the time for a fateful event in her life had come. And when Bella glanced at my mother, she was surprised to see that her rosey face that was always filled with a certain liveliness had gone pale, almost as if she knew that the time of her death was approaching.

Finally, when she looked back at me, she found me showing a calm smile on my face, even though my gleaming eyes were much more honest and showed how excited I actually was about what was coming up next.

Bella didn’t know exactly what was going on as everyone in the kitchen was showing a various array of reactions that she simply couldn’t comprehend.

But what she did know right now was that she really wanted some sweet syrup to add to the pancakes, as she knew for sure that she would be sent straight to dessert heaven if she were to try my pancakes with some sugary syrup, honey, or fruit that were already hidden somewhere unbeknownst her knowledge…