God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 566

Chapter 566: Delutional Fantasies
Silence.

A long, painful, stunned silence.

Camila and Nina slowly turned to her, horrified.

“…Abi.” Nina gave her a deeply disturbed look. “Did you just say that out loud?”

Camila blinked several times, as if trying to clear her ears. “No, no—there’s no way I just heard that from you.”

Abigaille, realizing their strange gazes, immediately fought back.

“Oh, come on!” She huffed, crossing her arms. “You both should understand his appeal by now!”

Camila and Nina still looked at her like she had just grown three heads.

Abigaille, undeterred, continued, “You know how handsome he already is! I mean, just look at him!”

Both of them refused to turn back toward Kafka, but Abigaille went on anyway.

“And because of the smile he always has on his face, he’s usually so warm and comforting. But at the same time…”

Her voice grew shyer, almost bashful.

“…When he shows this face of his…” She bit her lip slightly, glancing at Kafka’s brooding, abyssal expression.

“I…I can’t help but keep glancing at it.”

Camila and Nina stiffened, while Abigaille pressed a hand over her chest, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Because when he looks so cold like that…I-I actually get kind of…”

She hesitated—then, in a small, breathy confession:

“…I get quite excited.”

Camila and Nina both recoiled instantly.

“ABI!” Nina shouted, looking personally betrayed.

Camila’s face twisted. “What the hell did you just say?!”

Abigaille’s blush deepened, but she still stood her ground.

“It’s true!” She insisted. “It’s almost like…like I’ve lost all my rights and belong to him entirely!”

Camila and Nina were horrified.

Nina slapped her hands over her ears. “I refuse to hear any more of this!”

Camila groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my god. Even my innocent Abi has been corrupted.”

Abigaille, flustered but still genuinely serious, peeked up at them. “S-So…neither of you feel that way when he looks at you like that?”

Camila and Nina opened their mouths to deny it. To say “No, of course not!”

But then, they paused.

Because when they really thought about it—

When they let themselves linger on the image of Kafka’s abyssal stare, his suffocating presence, the way his gaze felt like chains locking around their very souls—

A horrifying, terrifying, absolutely perverse realization hit them both at once.

They couldn’t actually deny it.

The silence between them grew heavy, thick with something unnamed.

Then, Camila coughed, shifting slightly.

“…Well.” She murmured, tilting her head just a bit. “I mean…I guess he does have some appeal when he looks like this.”

Nina, after a brief internal struggle, let out a small, reluctant sigh before nodding along far too quickly.

“Yeah, yeah.” She said, a little too casual. “I mean, we’d have to be blind not to see it, right?”

Abigaille’s eyes sparkled immediately. “Oh? So you do see it!”

Camila scoffed, crossing her arms. “Alright, calm down. It’s not like we’re throwing ourselves at him.”

But then—something dark, something deep and buried cracked open inside her.

She let herself think about it.

Her eyes flickered toward Kafka’s abyss-like glare, his terrifyingly calm demeanor—

“…You know.” She murmured, her voice dropping slightly. “I think it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in his world.”

Nina exhaled slowly, her fingers twitching. “Yeah. It’s that unyielding stare. Like he’s already made up his mind, and there’s no escaping it.”

Camila let out a small breath. “Exactly. It’s unrelenting. Like he’s waiting for you to realize there’s nothing else you can do.”

Nina sighed dreamily. “And it’s that feeling. That horrible, thrilling feeling of knowing you’re completely at his mercy.”

Abigaille was blinking rapidly now, but neither of them paid her any attention.

Camila, already leaning into the thought, tilted her head slightly.

“…It’s actually really hot when he backs you into a corner.”

Nina groaned. “God, yes.”

Camila smirked, voice dropping lower. “That way he leans in—so close, like he’s giving you a chance to run, but he knows you won’t.”

Nina’s fingers twitched. “Like he’s already decided you’re his.”

Camila sighed. “And if you push back, just a little, he gets that serious voice.”

Nina’s breath hitched. “The one where he just barely raises it? When he says something like, ‘Do I need to repeat myself?'”

Camila’s cheeks warmed. “And you feel it—that drop in your stomach.”

Nina let out a shaky breath. “And that moment you realize, you’re completely, utterly…”

Camila licked her lips. “Fucked.”

Abigaille choked. But they weren’t stopping now.

Nina suddenly leaned forward, her eyes dark. “Okay, but imagine this—”

Camila raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

Nina’s voice turned low, almost sinful. “You try to walk past him, pretend like you’re not paying attention, and then—”

Camila tilted her head. “He grabs your wrist.”

Nina nodded slowly. “And pulls you back.”

Camila exhaled. “And forces you against the wall.”

Nina shuddered. “And pins you there, so effortlessly.”

Camila bit her lip. “Like he’s not even using half his strength.”

Nina’s thighs pressed together. “And then he just—stares.”

Camila groaned. “That stare. The ‘Are you going to behave?’ stare.”

Nina sighed. “And when you don’t…”

Camila smirked. “He tilts his head, and—lowers his voice even more.”

Nina’s breath hitched. “And says something like, ‘You’re testing my patience.'”

Camila shivered, while Abigaille looked mortified at the things they were saying about her own son.

“You guys…You don’t have to be so open with your desires.” She whispered, but they were too far gone.

Camila grinned wickedly. “And then, if you’re still being difficult—”

Nina interrupted. “He grabs your chin.”

Camila hummed. “And tilts it up. Forces you to look at him.”

Nina whispered. “And then—finally—”

They both exhaled, deep, longing sighs.

The air was dangerously thick.

It felt hot. Stifling. Overwhelming.

And then, as if struck by lightning, both Camila and Nina snapped back to reality.

They froze.

They stared at each other.

Then—

“Oh my god.”

They slapped their hands over their faces at the same time.

“W-What did we just admit too?” Camila muttered at the words that has just left her mouth.

“What the hell is wrong with us?!” Nina groaned, unable to believe that she was acting in such a shameless manner.

Abigaille, who had been watching in absolute horror, sat there, her face completely red.

Then—shyly, in a small, breathy voice, she murmured—

“…And you two scolded me for what I said?”

Camila and Nina whipped their heads toward her, horrified.

Abigaille, despite looking deeply flustered, gave them a small, teasing pout.

“You both made fun of me.” She mumbled, playing with her fingers. “But what you just said was so much worse…So much worse like both of your are perverts lusting after my poor son.”

Hearing the sweet Abigaille scold them, Camila and Nina burned in shame.

Camila cleared her throat. “A-Anyway—”

Nina jumped up. “Okay! Time to change the subject!”

“Oh, I hope they don’t do anything to my helpless Kafi.” Abigaille whispered to herself, praying that both of these cougars didn’t jump him and put them under their mercy.

Nina then finally pulled her hands away from her burning face, taking a deep breath before glancing toward Kafka again. His dark gaze remained locked on nothing, his entire being exuding an unnerving, suffocating aura, completely unaware of the absolute filth happening right behind him.

She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. “Okay, but seriously…What the hell do we do about him?”

Camila, still recovering from the absolute depravity she and Nina had just spilled, finally forced herself to look at Kafka again.

“…Yeah.” She muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “We can’t just leave him like that.”

Nina nodded firmly. “I’m scared he might actually just kill someone if we don’t snap him out of it.”

They both turned toward Abigaille, expecting an answer.

And, to their mild surprise, she actually stepped forward confidently, placing a hand over her chest with a knowing smile.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She said proudly. “I already know exactly how to fix this.”

Camila and Nina blinked. “You do?”

Abigaille nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! Unlike you two, who only see that scary face when you’re being wronged…”

She turned back to Kafka, her expression softening just a little.

“I see it more often than you think back home.” She murmured.

Nina frowned. “What do you mean?”

Abigaille sighed, tilting her head. “I mean, sometimes he just…looks like that. All on his own.”

Camila’s brows furrowed. “Wait…you’re saying he just randomly starts brooding like that?”

Abigaille nodded. “Yes. It happens when he’s alone or lost in thought. It’s like he’s thinking about something from the past…or maybe even the future.”

Nina and Camila both exchanged a glance.

“…What the hell is he thinking about that makes him look like that?” Nina muttered, glancing at Kafka’s void-like expression again.

Camila exhaled through her nose. “No clue…but whatever it is, it must be serious.”

Abigaille placed a finger on her lips, thoughtful. “I didn’t like that he always looked so sad sometimes. It didn’t feel right. So, I wanted to cheer him up, and I tried so many different methods to see what would snap him out of that state.”

Camila raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Abigaille clasped her hands together, looking far too smug.

“And after some experimentation, I found the best way to do it.”

Both Nina and Camila leaned in slightly, waiting for the answer.

But before she could reveal it, Camila raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. “Wait—experimentation?”

Nina nodded, suspicious. “What kind of experimentation are we talking about here?”

Abigaille giggled, looking a little too pleased with herself. “Oh, you know. I tried a lot of things.”

Nina and Camila just stared, waiting.

Abigaille tapped her chin, thinking back. “Let’s see…first, I tried bringing him sweets. I thought maybe if I fed him something nice, he’d snap out of it.”

Camila’s brow twitched. “Did it work?”

Abigaille pouted. “No. He just ate the pastry like a sad prince in a tragic novel and kept brooding.”

“Okay, that’s something I want to see.” Nina snorted, imagining the comedical scene of Kafka stuffing his face with that scary look in his face.

Abigaille waved her hand dismissively. “Then, I tried playing music and even singing to him.”

Camila and Nina both blinked.

“…You sang to him?” Camila repeated.

Abigaille nodded seriously. “Yes! I sat next to him and sang something soft and sweet to see if it would bring him back.”

Nina tilted her head. “And?”

Abigaille sighed dramatically. “He just closed his eyes like a sorrowful poet and kept brooding.”

Camila held back laughter. “Oh my god.”

Abigaille huffed. “I even tried tickling him once.”

Nina choked. “Wait—what?!”

Abigaille nodded firmly. “I thought, maybe if I got him to react, he’d snap out of it. So, I sat on his lap and tried tickling his sides.”

Camila covered her mouth, shocked. “And? Did it work?”

Abigaille groaned. “No! He just let it happen while staring into the wall! He didn’t even budge! It was so frustrating!”

Nina was howling with laughter. “Abi, that’s so embarrassing.”

Abigaille sighed, looking genuinely distraught. “It was! I even tried dragging him around the house, making him do small tasks, throwing a pillow at his face—but nothing worked!”

Camila wiped away a tear from laughing. “That’s…actually adorable.”

Abigaille crossed her arms. “But, after all that trial and error, I finally found the solution.”

She paused for dramatic effect before saying—

“Kisses.”

A brief pause.

Then, both Nina and Camila blinked.

“…Kisses?” They repeated at the same time.

Abigaille nodded enthusiastically. “Mhm!”

Nina furrowed her brows. “Wait, wait. You’re saying kissing him brings him back to reality?”

Abigaille clasped her hands together, looking far too smug. “It does! One time, he was like this, and…well, I couldn’t resist since he looked so handsome at that moment.”

Camila and Nina both stared.

Abigaille tilted her head coyly, her voice dropping slightly. “So, I took advantage of him.”

Camila’s eye twitched. “Abi. What.”

Abigaille giggled mischievously. “I just…started kissing him all over his face.”

Nina’s mouth fell open. “Wait—what?!”

Camila narrowed her eyes. “And? What happened?”

Abigaille smiled, looking a little too pleased with herself. “To my surprise, he actually woke up from his daze! Normally, it takes him a long time to come out of it no matter what I do, but that time…?”

She pressed a finger to her lips, looking smug. “He snapped out of it almost immediately.”

Nina and Camila sat there, processing.

Then, Camila huffed, crossing her arms. “Well. That’s useful information.”

Nina nodded, grinning slightly. “Yeah. So, the next time he gets like this with us…”

Camila smirked. “We’ll know exactly what to do.”

They both glanced at Kafka’s unmoving gaze almost like they were almost looking forward to testing this out…