God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 145: I Want A Whole Litter Of Them

“T-Then what about my family and husband? Are you not bothered by them?” She carefully asked, trying to corner me with another question that she thought was difficult for me to answer.

But to her surprise, I didn’t hesitate one bit and simply said,

“As for your husband, I have ways with dealing with him, so don’t worry about that…”

Camila was confused with my answer as she was asking if I was bothered by the fact she already had a husband and not whether I knew how to get rid of him or not, which made her look at me weirdly like she was wondering just how a high schooler could even remove her husband from the picture so easily like I said.

“And even though I’m still a little bothered that you already have a daughter…” I said like I was contemplating what to do, which made her eyes droop, like she thought that this was the line that I couldn’t cross and where I realised that my relationship with her wouldn’t work out.

“…I’ll be fine with it, as long as you pump out a couple of adorable little daughters for me from your tight little pussy, who I can rightfully say are all mine.”

“Eh?!?” She exclaimed as her face turned bright red, shocked and in a fluster when she suddenly heard me talking to her about bearing my children. “…Y-You want me to provide you with some children, when I’m already f-forty years old?”

“A-And not just one or two, b-but a bunch of them?” She said as she felt her abdomen and wondered if her womb could handle that many babies after so many years of being empty.

“Why not?…Do you not want anymore children now that you already have a full grown daughter and aren’t prepared to have anymore?”

I asked about her willingness to have children, and I didn’t even think that she was hesitating because she couldn’t bear anymore children because of her body’s age, since I was pretty sure that the women of this world didn’t have any restrictions in their bodies that stopped them from having children at a certain age, judging by how my mother simply accepted that she would bear my children when the topic was brought up and didn’t say anything against it that made it impossible.

“No no! I definitely do want more children, since they’re the most precious things in the whole wide world, and I miss rocking them in my arms while they hold onto me with their tiny, itty-bitty fingers that are so cute and adorable!~”

She said as she reminisced about the lovely time she had when her daughter was a baby and seemed exhilarated at the thought of having more children she could play around with and watch as they grew up once again, like she did in the past.

“…But it’s just that I don’t think my age is quite appropriate to have anymore children, since I don’t know what others would think if they heard a woman in her forties having a baby again, so late in her life.” She said in a hesitant manner, while looking gloomy at how society would think of her and her children if they heard about her uncommon case and how it would affect them when they grew up.

“Hmph!…Who cares about what others have to say when the whole world is in my hands?”

I arrogantly harumphed as if there was nothing much to deal with and said something that she couldn’t really understand.

But what she did know and understand was that I had my own way of making everything work out smoothly, as even though I was basically a child in her eyes, she knew that I wasn’t the type of person who would say some nonsense with nothing to back it up like most adults her age did and would definitely carry through with what I promised.

She didn’t seem to know why she thought that about me when she barely knew me. But her gut instinct simply told her that I was that type of man, and she chose to believe it and also trust me in the end.

“…So you don’t have to worry about anything, other than all the long nights where both of us will be working hard in bed, which will surely be exhausting for you.

And your pussy which will definitely be beaten up and sore after all the abuse that it will go through in my hands, and you can rest easy knowing that I’m here by your side every step of the way to smash through any obstacle that might come our way.”

I said with a smile on my face and took the chance where she was looking up at the ceiling with a flustered look on her face, like she was imagining how it would be to be in a baby-making session with me, and tried to see if I could cop a feel of her tits while she was distracted.

Slap!~

And just as my hands were about to reach her fabulous hills, Camila snapped out of her daze and slapped my hands away, and said with a glare,

“Don’t you dare, you pervert!”

She then harumphed and looked at me strictly so she could make sure I understood her words, when she said,

“…And don’t get too high on your horses, Kafka, and make up imaginary scenarios in your head when I never even agreed to having any children with a kid like you who still reeks of his mother’s milk!”

Chu!~

I didn’t take her warning to mind at all and simply smiled, bent down and kissed her on the nose to her surprise, and said while looking down at her cute little face,

“You also never denied it and didn’t say that you wouldn’t carry my children, Camila, so tell me what exactly does that mean?…Tell me, so that I can understand the thoughts that are going through your mind at the moment.”

Swish~

Camila didn’t answer my question and looked away with a flushed look on her face, like a coward who was too scared to tell her answer because of the consequences that came with it and just decided to retreat and hide instead, like the chicken she was.

Turn over~ Roll~

And the way she hid from me to avoid answering my question was also quite a sight, as she just turned herself over while sitting on me, like a hot dog on a roller, which also meant that she was currently lying on me with her breasts squished against my abdomen, which felt really comfortable and warm, like a fluffy comforter was placed on top of me.

She also plunged her head into my chest and hugged me tightly, just in case I tried to peel her off my body and make her answer my question, which was quite an adorable sight to witness and showed that no matter how old she may be, she still had a childish side to her that was so freaking cute, just like my mother.

Well, my mother was mature 10% of the time while acting like a spoiled child the rest of the 90%. While Camila was the exact opposite of that, so it’s not really the best comparison.