God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 507

Chapter 507: A Lesson On Tools
Silence crashed down between us, the words that revealed what father and daughter were doing at night hanging in the air like a live wire.

Bella’s eyes widened in sheer horror as the weight of what she’d just said hit her. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, her face flushing a deep crimson. “I—I didn’t mean that! Forget I said anything!” She squeaked, voice muffled behind her fingers.

I couldn’t hold back the slow grin spreading across my face. “Oh?” I drawled, stepping forward, enjoying every second of her flustered panic. “So I toss you around, do I? Like a little ragdoll?”

“No!” She blurted out, her hands still glued to her mouth as she shook her head furiously. “I mean, yes—wait, no! Ugh, just stop!” Bella groaned, turning away in a desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment.

I leaned in close, my breath brushing against her ear as I whispered, “For someone who doesn’t mean it, you sure sound pretty convinced. Want to clarify, or should I assume you like being my little toy, which I use to relieve my cravings all night?”

Bella let out a strangled squeak, refusing to meet my gaze, her whole body practically vibrating with embarrassment. She tried to edge away, but I caught her wrist gently, pulling her back just enough to keep her close.

“Don’t worry, Bella.” I said with a low chuckle, my voice teasing but warm. “I’ll let this one slide…for now. But you better be careful what you say next time, or I might have to remind you exactly how easily I can throw you around.”

Bella was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her lips pressed into a thin line as she avoided my gaze.

I then let her wrist go, watching as she stepped back, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, the red still burning high on her cheeks.

“Relax, I’m done teasing.” I said with a smirk, leaning down to grab the toolbox again. “Come here, sit beside me. If you’re going to be helping out, you should at least know what half these tools are called.”

She hesitated, still flustered, but eventually shuffled over and plopped down on the floor next to me. She sat stiffly, clearly still embarrassed, her eyes fixed stubbornly on the ground.

I nudged her lightly with my shoulder, offering a small grin. “You’re not going to learn much staring at the floor, you know.”

Bella shot me a quick glare, though it lacked any real heat. “Fine, whatever. Just…tell me what’s in there already.”

I reached into the toolbox and pulled out a socket wrench, holding it up for Bella to see. “Alright, this here is a socket wrench. You use it with these sockets…” I grabbed a set of them and rattled them slightly. “…to tighten or loosen bolts, especially when you need to apply more force.”

Bella gave a slight nod, her expression neutral, though something about the way her eyes glazed over made me suspicious…Undeterred, I pressed on.

Next, I held up a pair of needle-nose pliers. “These are pliers. Great for gripping small objects or getting into tight spaces where your hands can’t reach.”

I glanced at Bella again, expecting some sort of reaction, but her blank stare told me she wasn’t exactly following.

I sighed, grabbing a claw hammer next. “And this—this one’s easy. A claw hammer. You use the head to drive nails in and the claw part here to pull them out.”

Still, that same lost look clung to her face like a fog, her lips slightly parted as if I’d been speaking a foreign language.

Finally, I set the hammer down and turned to her, raising an eyebrow, and asked her, “Okay, did you get any of that?”

Bella blinked at me, hesitating for a moment before shaking her head. “Not a word.” She admitted with a sheepish smile and then complained, saying, “It’s all complicated! There are too many names, too many uses—it’s impossible to keep track.”

I gave her a doubtful look, crossing my arms. “Complicated? It’s literally just tools. This stuff isn’t rocket science.”

She puffed out her cheeks, pouting. “Well, maybe not for you, ‘Mr. Strong Stepdad Who Knows Everything’, but for me, it’s a whole other world.” She jabbed a finger at the toolbox. “You’re supposed to be teaching me, right? So simplify it!…Make it easier for me to understand.”

Her tone was half-complaint, half-dare, like she was challenging me to do better. I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head in amusement.

I then gave Bella a slow, teasing smile, something mischievous flickering in my eyes as I thought of an ‘interesting’ way to teach her about the tools.

“Alright, fine. You want me to simplify it, huh?” I said, leaning in just a little, my voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. “I’ll explain each tool in a way you’ll definitely remember.”

Bella’s eyes widened, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face. “W-What do you mean by that?” She asked cautiously, already catching onto the lewd glint in my eyes.

“Oh, you’ll see.” I murmured, reaching into the toolbox and pulling out the needle-nose pliers again. I held them up, opening and closing the jaws. “These, Bella, are needle-nose pliers. You see how they start closed, but when you apply pressure, they spread open?” I clicked them open demonstratively, my eyes never leaving hers.

“…Kinda like how I spread your legs when I want to take my time enjoying you.”

Her mouth fell open slightly, but no sound came out. A deep blush crept up her neck and bloomed across her cheeks.

“And see here…” I continued, lightly squeezing the tips of the pliers together, “…these can grip really small things, like wires…or pinch something delicate. Like your nipples.” My grin widened as I watched her squirm uncomfortably, her gaze flitting anywhere but directly at me.

“I-I didn’t sign up for this kind of lesson.” She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, but you asked me to make it easier for you.” I countered smoothly, picking up the hammer next. “Now, this one’s simple. A claw hammer—strong, sturdy, great for pounding things hard. Kind of like how I-”

“Stop!” She yelped, her voice high-pitched and shaky, but there was no real conviction behind her protest. Her hands fluttered nervously by her sides, unsure whether to cover her face or grab something to ground herself.

I grinned but didn’t relent, setting the hammer down with a soft clink. I then reached for the screwdriver next, twirling it between my fingers. “Now, this is a screwdriver. Pretty straightforward. You use it to screw things in tight, driving them deep into place. Just like how I shove my cock so deep into your little pussy that you can’t help but scream until your mom in the next room thinks her daughter is being murdered.”

“Oh my god, please!” Bella covered her face with both hands, her voice muffled by her palms. “Why are you like this, Daddy?!”

I chuckled, setting the screwdriver down. “Hey, you wanted it simple, right? Just trying to make sure you never forget. Besides…” I leaned in slightly, my voice dipping lower. “You don’t seem to be walking away. You must be learning something.”

Her breath hitched audibly, but she stayed put, peeking out from between her fingers with a glare that lacked any real heat. “You’re the worst teacher ever.”

“Yet, here you are, paying full attention.” I teased, pulling out the tape measure next. “Now, this one’s useful for measuring long things. You pull it out slowly…” I extended the tape with a soft metallic hiss. “…and watch as it grows longer and longer, until it’s fully extended.” I gave her a knowing look. “Reminds you of anything?”

“This isn’t a lesson; it’s torture.” Bella let out a frustrated groan, slumping forward and hiding her face against her knees.

“Nah…” I said with a smug grin, retracting the tape with a sharp snap. “It’s memorable.” I grabbed the wrench again, spinning it idly. “Now this bad boy? Great for tightening things up. Like how I hold your waist tight when-”

“I get it!” She cut in, her voice high and breathy, her entire face glowing red. “I get it, okay?! Lesson learned! No more examples!”

I laughed softly, setting the wrench back into the toolbox. “Alright, alright. But hey, you said you wanted me to simplify things, and judging by how flustered you are, I’d say my method worked perfectly.”

Bella groaned again, refusing to look at me as she mumbled something incoherent. I chuckled softly, thoroughly satisfied with how thoroughly I’d scrambled her thoughts using how busy we had been lately at night, indulging in father-daughter bonding sessions that no other parent-child couples do…