God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 504

Chapter 504: Delayed Surprise
I sat on the plush sofa in Camila’s living room, tapping my fingers against my knee as I glanced around. The house was quiet, save for the faint murmur of voices coming from the other room.

Camila and Bella had been on the phone for a while now, whispering urgently to whoever was on the other end. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was going on.

Yesterday, when they’d called me over, both of them had sounded…excited, almost giddy. I remembered how Camila had laughed softly into the phone, and Bella, in her usual energetic manner, had practically shouted, “You’ll love it, Daddy! Just wait!”

But now? Now they looked more hesitant than excited. As soon as I arrived, they exchanged quick glances and told me to sit here while they handled something. And now here I was, sitting alone on their sofa, left to wonder what this so-called surprise could be—and why they suddenly seemed unsure about it.

I leaned back, draping an arm over the back of the sofa, my curiosity growing by the second. It wasn’t like them to act this way.

Usually, Bella would be bouncing around, teasing me about something or dragging me into some impromptu activity. And Camila? She was always composed, elegant, and in control. Yet right now, they both seemed…off.

I could hear Bella’s muffled voice rising slightly in urgency, followed by Camila’s calm but firm tone. Whoever they were talking to, it was clear that the conversation was important—or at least, they thought it was.

I was just about to get up and check on whatever was keeping them when the door opened, but before I could, Camila and Bella entered the room together.

Their expressions were hesitant, a stark contrast to the excitement from yesterday’s call…Something was definitely up.

“What’s going on? Is there any problem you need help with?” I raised an eyebrow, giving them both a questioning look.

Camila opened her mouth first, likely to offer some excuse to ease the tension, but before she could utter a word, Bella, who was already fidgeting under my gaze, blurted out, “It’s just—there’s this package that got mixed up in the mail, and we—”

Before she could finish, Camila swiftly placed a hand over Bella’s mouth, giving her a serene but sharp look. “Thank you, Bella.” She said smoothly, her tone laced with that calm authority she always carried. She then turned to me with a graceful smile and said, “And there’s nothing wrong, really. Just a small matter we need to handle…You’ll just need to wait a little longer.”

I glanced at Bella, who was glaring at her mother, clearly wanting to say more but muffled by the hand over her mouth. I then crossed my arms, unconvinced, and said, “If there’s a problem, I can help, you know. You didn’t have to drag me over here just to sit on the couch.”

Camila released Bella, who let out a huff of frustration but wisely stayed silent this time. “It’s sweet of you to offer, Kafka.” Camila said, her voice calm and composed. “But there’s really nothing for you to worry about. We can sort it out ourselves.”

I wasn’t entirely buying it, but before I could press further, Camila added with a graceful smile, “However, if you’re feeling restless and don’t want to be idle, there is something you could help with.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, the pipe in the bathroom has been leaking again.” Camila said casually, as if she hadn’t just dismissed my offer to help moments ago. “You could fix it while I handle this…small issue. And, while you’re at it, you can teach Bella how to do it as well.”

Bella’s eyes widened in alarm, and she took a step back and asked, “What? Why me? I don’t need to learn how to fix pipes!”

Camila gave her daughter a sharp look and sighed as she said, “Bella, it’s a basic skill. You’ll thank me one day when you’re living on your own and something breaks.”

“But Mom, I’m perfectly fine calling a plumber whenever some problem occurs!” Bella protested, throwing her hands up dramatically. “That’s why they exist!”

Camila didn’t budge, her serene smile unwavering as she delivered her final strike. “Learning never hurts, Bella. Besides, Kafka’s here. Who better to teach you?…You’ll even get to have some proper father-daughter bonding time with him.”

At those words, Bella froze, clearly caught off guard. “Father-daughter bonding?” She repeated the phrase in her head, probably trying to figure out what it even meant.

For someone like Bella, who had grown up without a real father figure—only the occasional appearance of a man too busy with work to be present—the concept was foreign.

She’d only heard stories from her friends about their dads forcing them to help with chores or dragging them out on errands. And while those girls complained about their fathers being overbearing, Bella had secretly envied them, wishing she could experience those moments too, which is why she was really interested in what her mother was at the moment.

She cast a quick glance at me, trying to gauge my reaction. I could tell she was curious. Maybe even…hopeful. But being Bella, she couldn’t just outright admit it.

Instead, she crossed her arms, puffed up her chest, and said in that classic cheeky tone of hers, “F-Fine! Since I have no other option, I’ll…I’ll accept, I guess…Learning a skill wouldn’t be too bad.”

Camila looked satisfied, like a general who’d just won a small battle. Bella, on the other hand, was clearly expecting me to go along with her act, maybe tease her a bit, and then say something cheesy about how it would be fun to bond.

After all, wasn’t that what dads were supposed to do? Agree to things like this with a warm smile and some sentimental nonsense?

But where’s the fun in doing what she expects?

“Nope.” I said flatly, crossing my arms and keeping my expression serious. “I’m not doing it.”

“W-What?!” Bella blinked, completely blindsided.

I shrugged, pretending not to notice the disbelief on her face. “Not interested. Teaching you would take twice as long as doing it myself, and honestly, I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

Her jaw dropped. For a few seconds, she just stared at me, as if trying to process the fact that I had actually rejected her. “You can’t just say no like that! You’re supposed to accept whatever your cute daughter says!” She sputtered, her voice rising slightly. She then looked at Camila and complained, saying, “Mom, did you hear that?! He’s rejecting me!”

Camila turned her head slightly, arching an eyebrow in my direction. But before she could say anything, I added, “Look, Bella. Not only would teaching you take forever since you’ve probably never handled a tool in your life, but honestly, I’d much rather just call a plumber and get this over with…I mean, that’s why they exist, and I don’t want to be the reason they don’t reach their monthly quota.”

Bella huffed, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. Her eyes flicked toward Camila, silently pleading with her mother to do something about my unwillingness. She clearly didn’t want to miss this chance to spend some quality time with me, even if she wouldn’t outright admit it.

Camila gave Bella a reassuring glance before turning her full attention to me, her smile soft yet…knowing. As she began to walk toward me, there was something about the way she moved that immediately put me on edge. That smile, the way her eyes glinted mischievously—I knew that look. Camila was up to something.

She stopped right in front of me, crossing her arms loosely, her voice calm and sweet. “You really won’t help us out, Kafka?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

I narrowed my eyes at her, already wary of what she was planning. “Nope. Not happening.”

“Oh?” Camila’s smile widened just a fraction, but it was enough to make me more suspicious. “Are you sure about that? I mean, you’re usually so helpful. And Bella really seems to want to learn.”

Bella perked up, nodding eagerly beside her mother. “Yeah, Daddy! Come on! I know you like fixing stuff. You’re just being stubborn for no reason.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s not about being stubborn. It’s about being practical. We could call a professional, have it done in half the time, and avoid turning the bathroom into a flood zone.”