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

"Ah, yes! I can do that!" She exclaimed with an excited look on her face, like she had finally found a way to prove herself to me. "I can just show you our family photos that are hanging on the wall."

"Family photos?"

"Yes, family photos!" She nodded her head frantically, losing her usual cool persona that she had been keeping up all along. "I can show you my family's group photos that have me, my daughter, and my husband in them. With that, you definitely can't say that I'm the daughter of this household and prove to you that I'm not lying."

"Sure...Let's see if these so-called family photos can really prove your innocence." I casually said, totally forgetting how disheartened I was earlier. I then asked, "Do you have them on your phone or..."

"No, I have them hanging on the walls of the living room." She hurriedly said and grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me into her house, like her main focus was to prove her true age to me. "Quickly come in, so I can show them to you!"

"W-Wait, let me at least take off my shoes." I stepped into the entryway of her house and bent down to take off my shoes, while Camila waited for me with an impatient look on her face.

"Come on, do it quickly! You can even wear your shoes inside if you want to!" She urged me while pulling on my sleep, like an excited little kid who wanted to show her house to her friend.

I guess all that was happening right now was quite exciting and thrilling for her, as she looked to be having a lot of fun right now, rather than simply doing all this to prove that she was the person that visited my house yesterday.

This also made me wonder if such a lively and bold woman was really a simple housewife, as she seemed like she would have a much better and exhilarating time doing other things that tested her limits and potential than doing simple household activities, which are indeed important and essential but not something that suited her spirited personality.

"Fine, fine, don't tug on my arms like that...I'm scared you'll accidentally tear them off and make a bloody mess all over your nice-looking house." I said as Camila held me by my hand and dragged me into her living room with a lively look on her face, while I observed her house, which was quite neat and modern looking with white and grey marbling and laminated woodwork.

After crossing the kitchen and stairs, we arrived at her cosy living room, which was mostly white in colour and had a pleasant jasmine odour, just like what I smelled on her body.

And on the front wall her TV was latched onto, there were several framed pictures of different sizes hung up that all commonly had Camila herself, a young girl in her early twenties who had Camila's face but had more straighter and longer hair, and then a middle-aged man with some grey hairs on the side who looked quite decent but had the eyes of a grouch.

"See..This is my entire family. Me, my daughter, and my husband. This is the family photo we took at a studio a few years ago." Camila pointed at the biggest photo on the wall where her entire family was standing formally for a photo and proudly showcased her family like every middle-aged auntie would do when a guest came to their house.

"The girl in the middle is my daughter Bella, who is studying in her second year of college and is the actual daughter of the household, unlike what you've been saying for a while now." Camila pointed at her daughter in the picture, who had the same irritable eyes as her father and looked like she wanted nothing to do with the family photo.

"She's quite the smart girl, just like her mother, and has even joined university with a full scholarship."

"...But sadly, that university is in a different city, so I don't see her as much these days."

She looked both proud of her daughter and somewhat sad that she couldn't see her every day, like she did in the past.

"Why is that? Does she not visit you or call you once in a while?" I asked as I looked at her daughter, who, for some reason, ticked me off as someone who was quite obnoxious and looked to have the exact opposite personality as her mother.

"No, it's mostly me trying to contact her or asking her to come back home for a visit, as she really doesn't seem to like spending time with me and would much rather spend her day out with her friends." She said with a gloomy look in her eyes and a wry smile on her face, like she hoped that the distance between them would change one day since she seemed to really want to spend some time with her daughter.

"Well, moving on..." She said after realising that she was bringing down the mood and pointed at the man, who looked quite old, unlike his wife, and seemed like someone who would be grumpy all the time and was no fun to talk with. "The one on the right is my husband, who works as a sales manager for a company and often travels to different places for his living."

"So, he doesn't come home often?" I immediately asked with certain intentions in mind.

"Yes, he usually comes back home every two weeks and then goes off again, which is quite sad to say...But there's really nothing I can do about it." She gave a helpless sigh and shook her head, but she didn't seem as depressed that he didn't visit as she was with her daughter, which was quite intriguing.

"I see...Then do you miss him when he's not at home?" I decided to ask a risky personal question, hoping that she wouldn't get too offended by it.

But luckily for me, she didn't seem to mind and said, while staring at her husband's boring face,

"I guess I do...But even if he is at home, it doesn't really make a difference since he's either always sitting in his office all day or just watching TV without a care in the world..."

Judging by her dreary tone and the helplessness on her face, I guess that her husband selfishly hasn't been giving any of his time to his wife and is minding his own business, forgetting that he even has a wife that he should coddle and adore like every woman desires their husband to do.

Camila also seemed to have given up trying to change anything after finally realising that her husband wouldn't change that easily and was going to stay the same way forever.

Not only does he not come home often, he also doesn't seem to care about his relationship with his wife as much and has just accepted his current status with her.

...This guy was basically begging me to steal his wife away from him, which I was graciously willing to do if he thinks having such a gorgeous wife is a tedious job for him.