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

"I don't know, Kafka~ I honestly don't know what to say or think~" Camila said in an uneasy manner while her face was still buried in my chest and wiggled her ass around, showing just how nervous and worried she was about her future.

"I was perfectly fine with my current life, even though my relationship with my family wasn't the most stable, and I knew that I wasn't feeling the best about how my life was going.

But I persisted on and ignored what I was truly feeling, thinking that I couldn't change my life now even if I wanted to since I'm already too old and that I should just accept my circumstances for my family's sake." Camila murmured into my chest the reason she didn't try to change anything, even though she knew she was unhappy about her life and her relationship with her family.

"...But then you just had to come into my life all of a sudden and show me a whole new path that I could walk on, where I could possibly find the happiness I seek at the end of the road.

Which, now that I think about it, was quite ridiculous of me to actually believe, since the one promising me was a high schooler like you who's still living in your mother's house." Camila chuckled by the end, like she thought she was crazy for actually trusting a boy whom she had just met with changing her life to the way she wanted it to be.

"But even though I say all that, for some reason my gut is telling me to believe in your promise as if it were sure that you would definitely do what you promised without a doubt.

And is desperately convincing me to hold your hand and let you take me on that ideal path I've been wanting to walk on for the entirety of the later half of my life." Camila finally stopped hiding her face and looked up at me with a look of wonder and suspicion in her eyes, as if she were trying to find out just what it was about me that made her trust a kid like me so much.

But she shook her head like she couldn't come to a clear conclusion and thought she was simply attracted to my charm, which she had to admit was making her go crazy whenever she looked at me as if she wanted to make me completely her's, or at least she wanted herself to be one of the few people I looked at fondly.

"Then why don't you already take my hand and walk the path, where I can promise you eternal happiness all the way up to the end?" I said as I slipped my fingers into her hand and held it tightly. "Why are you still hesitating to do so? Is it because you're thinking about how your daughter will react to the new changes she will have to face regarding the decisions you make?"

"I'd actually be happy if she was worried about the changes that would take place if I went with you and went as far as to stop me from going on a different path because she doesn't agree with it."

Camila gave a reluctant smile and buried her face in my chest again.

"But unfortunately, she stopped caring about her mother years ago and wouldn't even be bothered if I said I was going to divorce her father and marry a boy who's even younger than her..."

I gave her a pet on her head to console her for how her horrible daughter was treating the person who had raised her whole life and beared her in her womb for nine months, which Camila graciously accepted by snuggling into my embrace even more and taking a whiff of my odour, which she seemed to really enjoy, seeing how she was currently sniffing me like a cute little dog with a satisfied smile on her face.

"If it's not your daughter, then is it your husband that's stopping you from moving on in your life? Are you scared of what he'll do to you if you tell him that you're leaving him for someone much better?" I arrogantly praised myself with a smile on my face, even though deep inside I was already ready to make her husband disappear off the face of this world if he really was the issue here.

"Of course not! Why would I be scared of that man?!" Camila exclaimed in absurdity and glared at me for even assuming that she would ever be scared of such a pathetic human being.

"No matter how hot-headed he is and likes to act as if he was on top of me, he wouldn't dare to do anything against me if I stepped my foot and made a decision since the only reason he's been acting so tough and mighty all these years is because I've been staying silent all these years for the sake of my daughter and keeping the peace in my family."

"...And if I were to actually act up and go against him, he wouldn't dare to oppose me with that pityful ego of his that will probably just break down the moment I say I'm leaving him and have him sobbing at his feet." She harumphed and looked at her husband's photo on the wall with disdain, revealing what she'd truly been feeling about him for all these years.

"What if he tried to oppose you and turned violent against you? What would you do then??" I said in an excited manner, eager to know what she was going to say, as I was really enjoying this fiesty side of her's she was currently showing, which was so different from her usual demeanour and looked like she was ready to go to war without an ounce of fear on her face.

"Violent against me?...Let him actually try." Camila chuckled with a cold glint in her eye, like she couldn't wait for that to happen. "I'll just slap him right on the face until he tumbles to the ground and kick him on that beer belly of his for tricking me into falling for him years ago until his face goes pale."

After venting out what she wanted to do to her horrible husband with a satisfied look on her face, she looked down at me, only to see me staring at her with my eyes wide open, like I was gobsmacked at her sudden outburst that I didn't expect from someone as graceful as her.

"D-Don't misunderstand, Kafka. I almost never act this way...I-It's just that I got heated in the moment and said some things that were out of line, so don't be too surprised." She said, thinking that I was frightened by her sudden burst of fury and thought I wouldn't want such a wild woman by my side.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not scared of you or anything after hearing what you just said." I quickly said while looking at her with a lovestruck gaze in my eyes, like I was seeing her for the first time.

"I was just in a daze, thinking about how I could fall in love with you even more than I already did. But here you are, proving to me with your fiesty spirit that it's clearly possible."

"E-Eh?" She was surprised that I looked to be admiring her for being so strong and iron-willed, when most of the meagre men in this world would see that as an unlikeable trait since it would make it impossible to control such an aggressive woman, which seemed to be their main desire in a partner. "...You actually like it when I'm acting in such an unlady-like manner?"

"Of course I do!" I said while frantically nodding my head, like a slave that had just found his new master. "To be a woman who's not only beautiful enough to ruin an entire nation like you but can stand her ground as well and fight for what she thinks is right...I don't think there can be anything more attractive then that."

"O-Oh, I see. That's surprising to hear." She blushed as she looked away from my gaze while thinking that I was some sort of enigma. "...You really are different from the rest of the men that are out there."

"...There's also the indescribable feeling of conquering that same woman that couldn't be controlled by others in bed, which is something that's to die for." I said on a whim while sliding my hands down onto her ass, which immediately made her scowl at me in dismay, like she regretted thinking of me so high up before and saying,

"Never mind...All you men are just the same."