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

Phew...That took a solid breath out of me to let out everything that I felt about this lovely lady before me, without a single lie or promise that I wouldn't keep.

As honestly, even though the main reason I was interacting with Camila in such a manner was because of the trials given by the gods, I actually did fall in love with her like I told her I did, and I knew for sure that there was no lie in what I felt for her at the moment, which was pure, unadorned love for the gorgeous woman before me.

I didn't know if it was actually love at first sight, like I told her, or if I was captivated by her spirited and cheerful personality that made me feel like I was standing in the middle of a fresh spring breeze when I was with her.

But I truly did love the girl on my lap with all my heart, just like I loved my mother. And knew that I would even be willing to ruin worlds for her sake without even living a single soul behind, which also made me wonder if my god complex was slowly coming out after finding out I was the son of God since I normally don't have such genocidal thoughts.

Or it could just be the protective instict I have towards my mother and Camila, like everyone has towards their loved ones, that makes one willing to do anything to see the love of their lives safe and sound.

I also didn't know if I was just weak to love and fell for everyone I saw.

Or it was because all the candidates in this trial were all so charming that it made it impossible for me not to fall in love with all of them...If it's the latter, then I can already feel my head spinning at the thought of the number of lovers I'll have by the end of the trial, which only the Gods knows how many I will have.

I could only pray to the Gods and hope they would be by my side until the end and make sure that I don't get ripped to shreds by my own family, which will definitely be a 'little' larger than the average one.

Sniff!~ Sniff!~

And just while I was thinking about how I was going to manage all my partners in one single house, I heard a sniffling sound coming from the front, and to my surprise, I found Camila sobbing silently while tears poured down her eyes.

I had thought that Camila would've thrown herself into my arms and apologised for misunderstanding me, or at least would've felt better after realising that I was a misunderstanding. But I didn't actually expect her to start crying like a girl who had her heart broken while constantly wiping off the tears that were flowing down her face with her hands.

"Camila, I-..." I said wanting to console her, but was interrupted when Camila said, while choking on her own tears,

"B-Be quiet, Kafka...A-And don't look at me right now, since I'm pretty sure that I look like a mess right now~~."

"...I-I'm only crying because I couldn't hold back my tears of joy and relief after hearing you say all those nice things to me, that no one has ever bothered to say to me before~~" She said as she pushed me back onto the sofa, as if she didn't want me to see her crying face since it was quite embarrassing to cry in front of a kid.

"...S-So just leave me alone for a minute and let me finish up my business while you s-sit back on the sofa, knowing that 'you' were the one who made me cry like this~~"

She then looked back at me with teary eyes, like she wanted to make sure that she knew that I was talking about her, and emphasised saying,

"...I-I mean it when I say that it wasn't my husband, whom I married more than twenty years ago, nor my daughter, whom I took care of her whole life...But it was 'you' who made me cry like this!~ And only 'you' and not anyone else!~"

Camila said as she weeped out, indirectly telling me that I was the only one who made her feel special and comforted, as if I had her back at all times, and no one else, including her family, made her feel the same way I did, which showed just how desperate she was for her family's attention and care that she never got in return when she poured out her entire heart and soul for them her whole life.

I simply sighed, thinking about the life she had lived till now, where her own family didn't bother about her and her feelings one bit, and didn't pester her anymore, and let her vent out her feelings.

Before resting back on the sofa and giving her some space, I put my handkerchief on her lap, which she immediately took, blew her nose, and started sobbing again, like she was wondering if her husband or daughter, who seemed to only care about themselves, would be as considerate as me if she were to ever cry in front of them.

This only made her think of more scenarios where her family wasn't by her side when she needed them the most, and a dam of tears flooded out of her eyes while I simply sat back and relaxed as I heard her vent all the emotions she had hidden deep inside all these years, which were finally starting to come out once I had opened the floodgates.

Violent and murderous thoughts about her husband, who was the main reason Camila was crying like this, also popped into my head, which made me want to watch him burn alive in front of me.

But I put those thoughts aside for now and focused on Camila before me by carressing her trembling back every once in a while as she cried, which seemed to have an effect as she would always quiet down every time I did so.

And just like that, instead of going out with friends like the kids my age were doing on a Sunday morning, I spent it consoling and rubbing the back of the milf next door, to whom I had promised in my heart that I would never let her cry again, whether it was in this life or the next one, where we would still be fated to be with one another again.