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

"Ah that!~" Camila said with a panicky look on her face. She then glanced at me, and then, to my surprise, sneaked looks at my crotch, while for some reason her face slowly turned a shade of red, like she had thought of something really embarassing.

"...I-It's nothing really, and I just go on these cooking marathons every once in a while when I get in the mood and think of new dishes that I can make, and because of that, I made all these dishes that came to my mind without thinking about it too much."

"I would believe that since you seem like someone who would go into a cooking mania just because some new ideas popped in your head because of how good you are at cooking..." I complimented her skills, which made her look away in embarrassment.

"...But seeing how shaky and suspicious you look right now, and how you keep glancing at my crotch like you want to see just wants inside, I think there's some other reason as to why you cooked all these dishes that would've taken you all morning to make."

"N-No, it's nothing like that, Kafka...I just felt like cooking early in the morning, like I just said, and nothing else."

"That's really hard to believe when you keep on sneakily looking at my lower half..." I said as I covered myself since it felt like Camila was molesting me with those beautiful light blue eyes of hers that just couldn't resist and kept on looking below me like a pervert.

"...And if you don't tell me the actual reason as to why you woke up so early in the morning to make this buffet of food here, I'll just take my pants off to show you just what I've hidden inside here, like you want."

"F-Fine! I'll tell you!"Camila shouted in fright when she saw me get up and start to take my pants off. "...Just d-don't take out that massive thing in your pants and sully my kitchen, which I consider my sacred place!"

"Massive?" I asked with a suspicious look on my face as I sat myself back down in my seat. "How do you know that I'm packing quite the weight in my pants?...I don't ever remember showing it to you or telling you about it."

"...S-So it really is as big as I think it is?"

Camila hesitantly asked as her eyes slowly lowered down to my pants, as if she herself didn't know if what she was saying was true but was eager to find out.

"First answer my question as to why you know such a thing before you go on to ask how big the dong of the son of your next-door neighbour is..." I said as I snapped my fingers and made her focus on me instead of my crotch. "Or else I'll just assume that you have cameras planted in my house and think that you watched me take a bath naked."

"What?! There's no way I would do such a thing, Kafka!" She shouted, like she was offended that I would assume such a thing. "That's basically a crime I could go to jail for!"

"Well, with how fidgety your acting and how suspicious your gaze is, I wouldn't be surprised if you did actually do something illegal and are trying to hide it from me."

I said as I rested my arms on the dining table and stared at Camila, who was trying to stay as calm as she could be, even though there seemed to be something on her mind that she wanted to ask about.

"So before I report you to the cops and ask them to do an investigation on you, tell me what you did that made you wake up so early to make all these dishes, and I'll even help you to cover up the crime you did, as I would prefer to look at your beautiful face without any metal bars in front of it."

"...Well, first of all, it's not a crime or anything, and honestly, if I were to think about it, it's actually all your fault that I've been uneasy since the morning and couldn't sleep at all yesterday..." Camila stared at me like it was my fault that she was acting so wierd and threw all the blame on me when I had absolutely no idea what I did wrong.

"...But the reason as to why I made all these dishes in the morning and how I found out that you're very 'well developed' down there is because I heard the noises that came out of your house last night."

"Noises?...What noises?" I asked with a confused look on my face, wondering what exactly she was talking about so hesitantly, like it was a taboo topic that couldn't be spoken out in the open.

"Come on, Kafka!~ Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about when it was so obnoxiously loud last night!~" Camila shyly nudged me with her shoulder, like she wanted me to stop acting like I didn't know when it was so obvious.

"You're lucky that your house is rather wide and doesn't have any house on either side other than the house opposite to yours, which is mine, or else there's no way you would be able to walk with your head held up the next day after making the entire neighbourhood listen to your performance last night."

"No, more like it's your mother that would be implicated the most since she was the one crying out so lewly like she was having unspeakable things done to her while she had no way to resist." Camila's eyes focused and her cheeks flushed as she recalled what she heard last night.

"I mean, I'm not even joking when I say that I thought of calling the police to your house, since I thought your mother was brutally being tortured or something, and I'm pretty sure someone else would've actually done it if they heard the horrendous cries I heard last night."

"But lucky for you and your mother, I already know just how much of a pervert you are and just how exactly you behave with your mother late in the night because of your 'exotic' relationship with her, so I didn't call the police on you and just wrapped my pillow around my head to stop all those lewd noises from entering my ear." Camila looked at me with an indignant look on her face, like she was telling me to be grateful for being such a good neighbour and partner, and she also looked a little angry that she lost her sleep because of me and my mother.

"So you heard all of what I did last night with my mother?" I asked with a peculiar look on my face, as I didn't expect my house to have such bad noise leakage to the extent that Camila next door got a full broadcast of what happened last night.

"Hmph!

It's not like I wanted to hear any of Abigaille's lewd moans that were caused by you...But because her screams were so loud, almost as if she were crying out into a speaker, I had no choice but to listen to them while I lied in my bed." Camila glared at me and looked at me in disdain for torturing my poor mother the whole night and also for rubbing it in her face, by making her listen to the entire thing.

"How much of it did you hear?"

I asked as I caressed Camila's hand to make her cool down a bit since she seemed really angry right now and was rightful in being so, as she had just heard her new-found lover having a fling with another woman, and worse than that, she had to hear every cry that came from my mother's mouth so clearly, which must have felt so horrible for her.

"Everything I think...From the start to end." Camila said while looking at me hatefully, but seemed to be calming down after feeling her hand get gently massaged and stroked.

"It was fairly quiet at first, and I could only vaguely hear your mother cry out every once in a while...But it was after that, did it feel like all hell was let loose as I could hear your mother crying out for the rest of the night like she was a pig that was going to be slaughtered." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Calling my mother a pig—that's not very nice, is it?" I off-handedly said with a sarcastic smile on my face, while thinking that it was probably when I started my second round with my mother that the noise levels went up.

"Well, making me lose all my sleep last night wasn't nice either!

A-And you really can't blame me for saying such a thing, as that was what it really sounded like last night...And just so you know, I'm not trying to insult your mother in any way by saying that, and I am pretty sure she would say the same as well if she heard me moaning like that!" Camila quickly said in a panic, realising that she had just insulted my mother, even though I knew that she really didn't mean anything by it and was worried that I would hate her for talking badly about my loved one.

She even went as far as to surrender herself to me for her mistake that I didn't even consider seriously and said while looking at me adorably with wide eyes, like she were asking for lenience from me for what she did,

"Umm....I hope you don't take to mind about what I said about Abigaille, Kafka, since I said it on a whim because I was so worked up...You can even call me a pig if you want if it makes you less angry at me, so I really hope you don't take what I said seriously~"

Seeing Camila pleading like this as if she was afraid that I was going to leave her just for a little joke honestly made me feel bad, as I was the one who was supposed to be begging her not to be agitated when she had just heard me bang someone else all night, when we had just started our relationship yesterday.

But I would very soon come to learn that she wasn't even the least bit angry or jealous that I had my dick in another women aside from her, like any other normal women back on Earth would if they found out that they were being cheated on, and to my shock, found that she actually got turned on by the sounds of my mother getting her insides filled up by her son because of her perverted nature that seemed to be into taboo relationships and was even doing something naughty while hearing all those lewd moans that came from my mother, which she would unintentionally reveal to me...