God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: We Must Ration The Nectar
“K-Kafi…Mommy did a good job, didn’t she?…Mommy did her best to give birth to our b-baby.”

My mother said some delirious words with a hazy look in her eyes after being exhausted from pushing out a hand full of jam, thinking that all the effort she put in was to deliver a child.

“Yes, you did, mom…You may not have given birth to our child, but you did do your absolute best to bring forth our creation, and I’m proud of you for that.”

I said as I used my handkerchief to rub off all the sweat that was dripping down her face after that tedious session of overworking the muscles in her birth canal.

I then bent down and kissed her on her forehead, which made her smile and feel like her duty was finally over, letting her slowly close her eyes and go into a quiet slumber.

Camila looked at me with a concerned gaze when she saw her little sister pass out in bliss, to which I simply told her that she was sleeping like a child who got tired after playing too much.

“I see…That’s a relief.”

Camila let out a deep breath after knowing her little sister was fine. She then watched me close my mother’s legs that were still spread apart and then wipe away the stain on the opening of my mother’s secret garden, which had been dyed in a shade of purple, and also clean her bouncy butt below that was quite messy.

“You don’t have to stare at my handkerchief that much, Bella.” I said when I noticed Bella looking at my handkerchief that was now covered in the dark juices from the jam with a longing gaze. “I’ve already prepared a fresh batch of jam for you, so you don’t have to go about thinking of what my handkerchief tastes like at the moment.”

While Bella’s ears turned red from being caught, I picked up the plate that had a mound of purple jam on it and placed it on top of my mother’s crotch, where it sat perfectly and made my mother giggle in her sleep, like the sensation of the plate grazing her bush was quite ticklish for her.

“So, Bella.” I said as I picked up Bella by her waist like she were a kid and placed her back on my lap again to make her more comfortable with her dining experience. “Do you want to have a taste of the jam without any additional factors, or would you like to have it with the pancakes?”

“W-With the pancakes, Daddy.” Bella uttered with a hesitant gaze as her eyes went back and forth between the pancakes that were still on my mother’s belly and the plate of jam on her crotch. She then politely said, “I want to savour both the dishes at their fullest, so could you please feed me a slice of pancakes with a smear of jam on top?”

Bella actually wanted to have a taste of the jam alone so that she would know the difference between jam that was normally made in a glass jar and the jam that was made in my mother’s body.

To be exact, she wanted to know how my mother’s love juices would taste now that they were mixed in an amalgamation of honey, syrup, and berries and if they would devalue the dish or bring it to a whole other level.

But since she knew how keen both me and Camila were and how we would figure out her intentions in a matter of seconds, she decided to hold herself back for the sake of whatever was left of her dignity.

“I’ve added an extra layer of jam for you, Bella, since I know that you really like sweet things.”

I said as I hung a slice of the pancake I made near her mouth that was completely covered in purple jam, giving it a somewhat immoral feeling like it were some kind of poison.

And as Bella gulped as she gazed at the dish before her that seemed like the most enticing food item that she had ever seen in her life, I continued saying,

“So why don’t you be a dear and have a taste of the pancakes me and your Auntie Abigaille made for you and tell us how it tastes?”

Bella thought that she was signing the deal with the devil when she saw the wide smile on my face and the clear look in my dark eyes as I brought the fork closer to her mouth, and she even thought of rejecting it because of how much her instincts were telling her not to have the forbidden bite.

“Mmm~ Kafi~ Let Mommy sleep~ You naughty boy~ Nnn~”

But when she heard my mother murmer something in her sleep when she heard her name be called out and then looked at my mother to see her sleeping with an adorable look on my face, she realised that nothing that such a sweet little woman like her Auntie Abigaille made could be dangerous to her.

She simply shook her head at the crazy thought she had because of the even crazier situation she was in and took a bite of the love juice-covered pancake that I specially made for her.

Yum~ Yum~ Yum~

I watched in anticipation as Bella closed her eyes and carefully savoured the dish I had made for her, like she was critiquing it in her mind.

Even though this entire breakfast had been set up to impress the Gods I was someone who took pride in my cooking, so I was actually quite nervous about what Bella was going to say about the new creation I made that used a technique that I had never attempted before.

But it seemed like luck was on my side and I had somehow managed to pull off a culinary marvel without even having a taste of it myself, seeing as to how Bella’s blue eyes were twinkling at the moment like they couldn’t contain the happiness that came from within and how she was bouncing on top of my lap just like her mother liked to wiggle her ass around when she got excited.

“So sweet, Daddy!~ It honestly tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever had in my entire life!~”

Bella exclaimed in pure giddiness and joy as she couldn’t help but pluck the fork out of my hand to go in for another bite.

After confirming that her tongue wasn’t lying, Bella looked up at me with a bright look on her ravishing face and said in jubilation,

“This is it, Daddy!~ This is it!~ Compared to all cakes, pies, icecream, cupcakes, waffles, candy, chocolate, cotton candy, or anything that contains even a gram of sugar in it, nothing can top how sweet and decadent the pancakes and jam you made are!~”

“I-Is that a good thing, Bella?”

I asked, as too much sweetness wasn’t actually a good thing.

“Yes, it is!~” Bella answered whilst stuffing her mouth with another slice of pancakes and jam. “Normally, I wouldn’t have liked this level of sweetness. But for some reason, the sugary smoothness of this jam perfectly goes along with the spongy pancakes that soak all the jam up.”

Bella glanced at my mother’s honeypot and wondered if it was because the jam was prepared there; did the jam taste so rich like the juicy flesh of thousands of berries were extracted and concentrated to make the silky jelly she was stuffing down her mouth.

“Haha…If it tastes that good, then shouldn’t I also have a bite to see how good the jam me and my mother made is-….”

I was about to have a slice of pancake for myself to check out what my mother’s love juice-filled jam tasted like.

But I was surprised when I saw that the plate that was supposed to be sitting on my mother’s crotch was missing.

I was even more flabbergasted when I saw that it was Camila who had gotten up from her place and had swiped away the plate unbeknownst to my knowledge and was currently sliding all the jam into a jar that she had found on the corner in a secretive manner.

With how quick she was moving the product and the serious look she had on her face, it seemed like she was trying to take away the rest of the jam for herself.

“Camila, what exactly are you doing?…Why are you trying to steal away our breakfast?”

I asked as Camila closed the jar after filling it up and hid it behind her while having a wary look on her face when she found that she had caught my attention.

“Hmph! Something as divine as this jam you made should properly be savoured, Kafka, and not carelessly thrown into one’s mouth like Bella is doing right now.”

Camila stated with a solemn look on her face, like the gourmet side of her couldn’t stand the fact that her daughter was stuffing the jam down her throat with no regard to how rare of a commodity it was, almost as if it were precious cavier itself.

That’s why she decided to store it away herself and slowly distribute it later on in small portions herself in the future, which seemed like something a tedious housewife would do.

“B-But mom…Can’t we just ask Auntie Abigaille to make us another batch of her delicious jam?”

Bella asked her mother like she were asking for some extra snacks after being heartbroken to know that someone had stolen away her precious jam when she still hadn’t had enough of it.

“Do you really think that your Auntie Abigaille will agree to go through the process to make that very jam once again, Bella?”

Camila asked her daughter with an inquisitive look on her face, which made Bella realise how rare this jam actually was since it couldn’t be made the second time.

“But what are we going to have right now with pancakes, Camila? We’re all hungry.” I asked so that Camila would hand back the jar of jam.

“Bella has already had her full, and I’m sure she’ll get a stomach ache if she eats more sweet items, so she’s out of the equation…Abi is currently sleeping like a baby right now, and I don’t think that we should disturb her over some breakfast after all the effort she put into making this jam…As for you…” Camila listed off a number of reasons why it was unnecessary to open the jar and then continued to say as she looked at me with a sharp gaze, “…Well, you can just dip the pancake in your mother’s secret place, Kafka, as I’m sure there’s still some jam left in there.”

“I’m also pretty sure that you would prefer getting it straight from the source rather than out of a plate, so this works out for all of us.”

Camila gave a confident smile like she worked out the perfect conclusion and then started thinking of how she was going to ration the godly nectar that me and my mother had made for the future.

Tug~ Tug~

I felt someone pulling on my clothes and looked down to see Bella looking up at me with a pitiful gaze, like someone had bullied her.

She was even whimpering like a poor puppy on the streets and looked to be asking her father to do something about her mother, who was being overly strict with her.

I felt a protective urge when I saw Bella looking up at me with such reliance in her eyes, almost as if I was the last person she could depend on, and decided to help my daughter satiate the little grudge she had with my mother.

I knew that there was no way I was going to get back the jar of jam from Camila with how she was holding onto it like her life depended on it, so I decided to get revenge for Bella in the form of the final course that I had planned.

“Fine, Camila…We’ll do it your way and ration the jam for future use in this household.” I said, which made Camila show a pompous gaze like she had taken down a mighty lion herself. “But since you’re not willing to hand the jam over and because Bella is still hungry right now, I guess that it means we’ll have to move onto the final course.”

Camila’s face froze, and her hands holding onto the jar trembled when she heard what I said, almost letting the glass jar slip out of her hand in the process.

She had been enjoying what was happening to my mother a little too much that she had completely forgotten that she was next in the line of fire.

“Umm…Kafka….W-What if I just gave back the jam like you asked for and let you and Bella have as many pancakes as you can ask for?”

Camila came forward and handed the jar that was half full with a nervous look on her face, thinking that giving the goods back to us would solve her problem. She then continued saying, with an uneasy smile on her face,

“T-Then you wouldn’t need to move onto the next course since your stomachs would be full of the delicious pancakes you made, right?…Right?”

Camila urged me to take the jar in her hand as a peace offering, completely losing the pride she had before and currently standing before me at my mercy.

But sadly for her, I simply smiled and said,

“Sorry, Camila. I don’t think me and Bella are in the mood for pancakes anymore…Rather I think we’d like some eggs and sausage right now.”

Bella didn’t know what I meant by eggs and sausage. But she definitely knew that it wasn’t normal eggs and sausage, seeing as to how pale her mother’s face became at the mention of it, and she knew that there was one hell of a final course coming up that was going to be served by her very own dear mother…