God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 521

Chapter 521: You’re A Good Man
But then, unexpectedly, Camila’s lips curved into a slow, sultry smile that caught both of us off guard.

Whatever frustration lingered evaporated, replaced by a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she stepped forward, closing the space between us, her hand intimately sliding into mine.

“Actually…” She began softly, her voice dripping with playful sweetness. “You might have a point, Bella.”

I barely had time to react before she pressed her body against my side, her plump chest lightly brushing against my arm. Her touch was warm and deliberate, and her fingers tightened around mine as she tilted her head up to look at me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

“Do you know why my pants are wet, Bella?” She asked, her voice low, her words laced with mock innocence. She paused, clearly savouring the moment, then leaned in closer as she said, “Because I couldn’t handle it. All that love Kafka gave me? It was just too much. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, his everything—I couldn’t help myself and exploded all over the place.”

Her words were utterly shameless, and the playful, provocative tone only added to the intensity. She then kept her gaze locked on mine, enjoying the way I tensed under her teasing confession.

“You were so passionate, Kafka…” She continued, her voice almost purring now. “…so relentless when you’re focused on me. It’s overwhelming…in the best way.”

Her words dripped with exaggerated sweetness, every syllable laced with intent, and she didn’t look away, savouring the effect her teasing had on me. I could feel the tension in my body, the warmth of her against my arm, but before I could even think of a reply, a sharp voice broke through.

“Me too!”

Camila and I both turned, and there was Bella, her face flushed with what could only be described as jealousy. Her hands were balled into fists, her lips forming a pout that was equal parts childish indignation and exaggerated drama.

“You think you’re the only one he’s showered with love?” Bella declared, stepping forward with a huff.

She then grabbed onto my other arm, wrapping her smaller hands around it and pressing herself close. The warmth of her touch mirrored Camila’s, though her movements carried a distinct energy of defiance.

Bella then tilted her head up to meet my gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mix of jealousy and determination. “It was you, Daddy!” She accused, her voice rising. “You made me wet myself too! Don’t even try to deny it!”

I blinked, completely taken aback, while Camila’s eyebrows shot up, her expression shifting into something between amusement and surprise.

“Oh really?” Camila slowly dragged out, tilting her head as she regarded Bella with a teasing smirk. “And how exactly did he do that?”

Bella turned to her, clearly unwilling to back down.

“Because he’s so unrelenting, like you said! The way he focuses on you?…Hah! That’s nothing compared to how he was with me. His love was overwhelming—so much that I couldn’t take it anymore and did s-some embarrassing things.” She tightened her grip on my arm for emphasis, her cheeks burning with the theatrical nature of her confession.

Her dramatic tone filled the room, and I could feel the warmth of her touch, the sincerity of her playful accusations despite the exaggerated nature of her words. Bella’s eyes sparkled with determination, daring Camila to rise to the challenge.

Camila, never one to back down, smirked knowingly. “Oh, sweetie.” She said, her tone syrupy sweet with a sharp edge. “That’s cute, really. But it’s nothing compared to what he did with me.”

“W-What do you mean?” Bella’s expression faltered slightly, but her grip on my arm didn’t loosen.

Camila stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine with a teasing glint that immediately put me on edge. She slid her hand over mine, intertwining our fingers, her touch deliberate and warm. With a playful sigh, she leaned into my side, her voice dropping into a soft, intimate tone.

“Your ‘overwhelming love, Bella? That’s nothing.” She said, tilting her head slightly to glance at me. “This man is so pitiful, so hopelessly in love, that he couldn’t keep his hands off me…even when I was on the phone.”

“What?” Bella’s eyes widened.

“Oh, yes.” Camila continued, her smile growing as she leaned further into me, her chest brushing against my side. “I was trying to have a perfectly normal conversation, and here he was, unable to resist himself. Feeling me up, kissing my neck, touching me like a love-crazed fool.” She let out a soft, dramatic sigh, her hand pressing against my chest. “I had to fight him off just to finish the call, and at the end of it, I was an utter mess.”

Bella turned her gaze to me, her jaw dropping slightly. “Daddy…” She said, shaking her head slowly, her expression a mix of disbelief and judgement. “You’re such a pervert! Playing with the daughter and then immediately going after the mother…Only a fiend like you would act like that!”

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but before I could get a word in, Bella squared her shoulders.

“But!” She said, her tone regaining its confident edge. “I’m not losing to you, Mom.”

“Oh? And what’s your big story, hmm?” Camila raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Bella straightened up, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as she took a step closer, still holding onto my arm as she coyly said, “H-He taught me how to shave.”

Camila blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Shave?”

Bella nodded in a fluster, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“N-Not just my legs or anything basic like that. He helped me shave down there in my i-intimate place. He even did it for me.” She shot me a quick glance, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “He was so focused, so careful. I mean, he made sure everything was perfect, and I’m basically smooth as a baby’s head down there.”

Camila tilted her head, her lips twitching as though suppressing a laugh as she asked me, “Is that true, Kafka?”

I scratched the back of my neck, caught between a sheepish grin and a shrug. “She asked for help, and I helped her out.” I said simply, trying to sound casual.

Camila let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she didn’t react the way Bella or I had expected her to react.

“Well, well.” She said, her tone teasing. “If you’re so good at helping her, maybe next time you can help me too.”

“Mom!” Bella gasped, turning to her mother with wide eyes, unable to believe what she was asking for.

“What?” Camila said innocently, a wicked smile curving her lips. “If he’s already fine with helping out when it comes to such matters, why not take advantage of it?” She turned to me, her smile softening slightly but still brimming with playfulness. “You wouldn’t mind helping me out, would you, Kafka?”

I sighed, feeling the weight of their playful bickering settling squarely on my shoulders.

Bella was glaring at her mother, her face flushed with determination, while Camila’s cheeky smile only grew wider, brimming with confidence. It didn’t take a genius to see where this was headed—a full-on catfight if I didn’t step in.

“Alright, alright.” I said, holding up my hands as if to halt an imaginary storm. “That’s enough out of both of you.”

Before either of them could retort, I acted swiftly. I grabbed Bella by the shoulders, pulling her closer, and planted a quick kiss on her forehead.

Kiss~

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as I moved to Camila, cupping her cheek and giving her the same treatment, a soft kiss that caught her off guard.

Kiss~

Then I went back and forth—foreheads, cheeks, anywhere I could land a kiss—until both of them were too flustered to keep up their banter.

Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~

Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~

“Stop fighting.” I said firmly but warmly, stepping back to look at both of them. “There’s plenty of love to go around. You don’t need to compete for it. Got it?”

Bella blinked, her wide eyes darting away from mine as she mumbled, “I-I wasn’t fighting.” Her hands fidgeted at her sides, and she glanced at Camila briefly before looking at the floor, clearly flustered.

Camila, on the other hand, gave me a gentle smile. The playfulness in her expression softened, replaced by something deeper, more meaningful.

She reached out and touched my arm lightly, her fingers warm against my skin. “You really do know how to handle us, don’t you?” She said softly, her tone affectionate.

“Hmph! Of course! Or else I would’ve already been torn apart by your little fights and would’ve been left in pieces.”I shrugged, trying to keep my voice light.

Camila’s smile grew, and she shook her head slightly. “You’re a good man, Kafka.” She murmured, almost to herself. “The right man, me and Bella were lucky enough to meet.”

Bella glanced up at Camila, then at me, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

Unable to handle how both of them were looking at me with such a tender look in their eyes, I clapped my hands together, breaking the moment before it got too heavy as I said, “Alright, enough mushy stuff. Didn’t you both have a surprise planned for me?”

That got their attention. Camila straightened, and Bella’s eyes widened in realisation. The tension between them broke like a popped balloon.

“Oh!” Bella exclaimed, looking slightly panicked. “We almost forgot!”

Camila cleared her throat, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she regained her composure. “Yes, but…not like this.” She said, gesturing to their damp, dishevelled clothes. “We need to change first. Can’t exactly set up a surprise looking like we’ve been through a storm.”

“Good idea. I’d hate to ruin whatever you’ve got planned.” I smirked, seating myself back on the sofa.

Camila reached down, picking up the package and cradling it in her arms. She then turned to Bella, her tone brisk but kind as she said, “Come on, Bella. Let’s get ready.”

Bella hesitated for a moment, casting one last glance at me before nodding. “Right.” She said, her voice quieter now like she was nervous about what they were going to show me.

The two of them then headed toward their room, Camila leading the way with the package in hand. As Bella followed, she glanced over her shoulder, her expression caught somewhere between flustered and thoughtful.

I watched them go, shaking my head with a small smile. Whatever they had planned, I had no doubt it would be memorable seeing as to how nervous and excited both of them were…