God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 556 Honestly Goes A Long Way

Camila's eyes narrowed immediately, crossing her arms as she said, "I just knew that one day, all this time spent with Nina would finally push him over the edge."

"I mean, it's basic psychology." She continued, a smug look spreading across her face. "You spend enough time around stupid, and eventually, some of it's bound to rub off on you. It's like osmosis, or something."

Nina, overhearing the comment, was furious. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" She retorted, her hands on her hips. "If anyone poisoned his brain then it's probably you, by making all those experimental dishes you used to give me in the past!"

"...Remember? How I used to be a guinea pig for your new creations and even ended up losing my sense of taste after eating the horrifying creations you made like dried squid and peanut butter?"

Nina shivered at those horrible memories and hated herself for being such a glutton that she always at whatever she gave him, while Camila shrugged like she had no idea what she was talking about

At that moment, Abigaille, who had been quietly observing, tilted her head curiously and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Kafi." She called to her son sweetly. "You seem really happy about something."

Kafka turned to her, smiling lazily. "Mmm? What gave it away?"

Abigaille giggled. "Because your grin hasn't left your face since we got inside. Did something good happen?"

Nina and Camila immediately went silent, zeroing in on Kafka.

He stretched lazily, before flashing a cocky smirk.

"Nah." He said nonchalantly. "Nothing that amazing. Just…"

He paused for dramatic effect.

"…Hearing you guys talk, seeing how you all act with me…"

His grin widened, a smug, knowing glint in his eyes.

"I can't help but think about how much you all love me."

The room went silent.

Camila froze.

Nina stared at him.

Abigaille simply smiled softly.

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"…Excuse me?" Nina finally said.

Kafka leaned back comfortably, crossing his arms.

"I mean, look at you guys." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's honestly kind of cute how much you're both into me." He chuckled softly. "But seriously, you don't have to fight over me. There's plenty of me to go around." He teased gently. "You can share." He winked, making sure the lightheartedness of his comment landed. "No need for any duels or anything. I appreciate the enthusiasm, though."

Camila and Nina immediately recoiled, making identical faces of disgust and then look at him with disdain. The cocky tone was not appreciated.

"Oh, please!" Nina scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself, Kafka. We tolerate you, that's all." Camila also added, her pride wouldn't allow her to admit the truth, even to herself.

Abigaille, however, tilted her head thoughtfully.

Then, to their horror, she stepped forward, gently wrapping her arms around Kafka in a warm, tender embrace. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice soft, affectionate, and absolutely sincere.

"That's right." She cooed.

Camila and Nina stared in horror.

Abigaille snuggled closer, smiling sweetly.

"It's just like you said...I love Kafi more than anyone else in the world." She declared, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. She clasped her hands together, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Honestly, sometimes I just look at him and I can't believe that he's beloved. He's just…perfect in so many different ways. The most handsome, charming man in the entire world, if you ask me. And also intelligent just like his mother, who's so proud of him." She added with a little giggle. "But yes, Kafi...My Kafi. He's my everything."

The disgust on Camila and Nina's faces was priceless.

"Abi?!" Nina gasped, looking betrayed.

Camila's eye twitched. "You were supposed to be on our side!"

Abigaille simply giggled, hugging Kafka a little tighter. Kafka, meanwhile, grinned triumphantly.

Kafka, basking in his mother's affection, clicked his tongue haughtily, shaking his head with mock disappointment.

"Tsk, tsk." He tutted. "At least someone here is honest about her feelings. Someone who isn't afraid to openly admit their admiration for yours truly ." He emphasized the last word, his eyes glinting with playful mischief as he glanced pointedly at Camila and Nina and then continued saying, "... Definitely unlike two other individuals I could mention, who are far too prideful to acknowledge their love for me in front of others, when they are basically attached to my hip when we're alone."

Seeing Kafka acting so haughtily, Nina let out a small, indignant "Humph!", while Camila simply leveled him with a cold stare, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but the intensity of her gaze suggested she was far from amused.

Kafka, sensing the challenge in Camila's silent glare, took it as a personal invitation to further his teasing. He saw this as a game, and he was determined to win.

"You know." He continued, his voice laced with playful smugness. "I'm really happy my mother can be so open about her feelings for me. It's refreshing, you know? No games, no pretenses. Just pure, unadulterated...love even though its the kind of taboo love that a mother should never have towards her son." He drawled the last word, again glancing at the two women, while his mother blushed at his comment.

"...And such honesty deserves reciprocation, don't you think?" He added with a smirk on his face.

And before either Camila or Nina could retort, Kafka suddenly pulled his mother closer, his eyes locking with hers. Then, to the utter surprise of all three women, he leaned in and kissed her on her lips.

"Kiss!♡~"

It wasn't a quick peck; but shockingly a lingering kiss, a clear demonstration of affection.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Camila and Nina's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Nina's jaw dropped, and Camila's carefully constructed composure finally cracked, her eyebrows shooting up in astonishment.

Even his mother, though clearly pleased by the gesture, was initially taken aback. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as Kafka's lips met hers.

But only for a moment.

As the kiss deepened, his mother's surprise melted away, replaced by a soft smile. She closed her eyes, slowly melting into the kiss and returning it with equal passion.

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"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

Her arms tightened around her son, pulling him closer as she leaned into the embrace, clearly enjoying the moment. It was a passionate kiss between a mother and son, a clear message to Camila and Nina that his mother was indeed, as Kafka claimed, unabashedly affectionate towards him.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Kafka, feeling bold and emboldened by his mothe''s reciprocation, deepened the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips. His mother, with a soft sigh, parted her lips, granting him entrance.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

The kiss became more passionate, a dance of tongues and soft moans, a display of affection that was both taboo and sensual. Something that Nina especially had heard about from Camila, about Kafka and his mother's strange relationship that she eventually accepted.

Nina didn't know why, but she felt her loins heat up at the taboo sight of a son and mother kissing, especially when she was so used to them being the picture of wholesome affection.

Abigaille had always seemed like the epitome of innocence and purity in Nina's eyes—gentle smiles, warm hugs, and a nurturing demeanor that felt almost saintly.

But now, watching her with Kafka, Nina saw something entirely different.

Abigaille wasn't just reciprocating; she was the one pressing forward, her movements greedy and unreserved, her hands pulling Kafka closer as if she couldn't get enough. The shift from that familiar, tender maternal figure to this bold, almost ravenous woman stirred something unexpected in Nina.

Rather than jealousy, she felt a rush of excitement, her pulse quickening at the raw, forbidden energy unfolding before her.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Kafka began trailing kisses down his mother's cheek, his lips soft and feather-light. He peppered her face with affection, pausing to nuzzle her nose and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, causing her to giggle and lean further into his touch.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Sip!♡~"

He moved lower, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses that elicited soft sighs and contented murmurs from her.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Throughout this intimate display, Kafka would glance towards Camila and Nina from time to time, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. It was as if he were silently saying, 'This is what you could have had. This is the affection you could have received, if only you had been honest about your feelings for me.'

Nina, who had just shared a kiss with Kafka earlier, didn't react as strongly as Camila. She'd experienced his kisses recently, knew the warmth of his embrace.

But even so, watching him lavish such attention on his mother stirred something within her.

Not only did Nina want Kafka's attention, but she also found herself craving a taste of his lips—lips that had just been pressed against his mother's, still carrying the lingering warmth and forbidden thrill of that taboo connection.

The thought sent a shiver through her, a mix of desire and curiosity that she couldn't quite shake. She'd kissed him earlier, felt the heat of his embrace, but this was different.

Knowing where his mouth had just been, witnessing the intimate dance between him and Abigaille, made her want to claim that same intensity for herself—to share in that provocative, unspoken secret.

But it was the prideful Camila who was truly affected. She watched the scene with a cold gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She knew exactly what Kafka was doing. He was deliberately trying to provoke her, to make her jealous, to make her regret her pride.

And the worst part was...it was working.

A pang of jealousy pierced through her carefully constructed composure.

She did feel jealous. She did regret not being honest. She imagined herself in Abigaille's place, receiving those tender kisses, those whispered sweet nothings. A bitter taste rose in her throat.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the wave of regret that washed over her. And the worst part of it all that made her even more hateful was the fact that Nina also had her share of Kafka today and she was the only one left out.

This made her glare at Nina with a resentful gaze, while Nina looked back at her with an absurd look on her face wondering why this crazy bitch was looking at her as if she was the one trying to make her jealous, when she was also one of the victims here...