God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 162: You Don't Mind That I Have A Harem?!

“…Normalised what?”

I asked with an absurd look on my face, not believing what I was hearing.

“…H-Having multiple partners?”

“Yeah, that…”Camila looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “Why do you look so surprised about something that everyone already knows and is basically common knowledge to everyone?”

Of course, I’m surprised! The world I was previously in didn’t take polygamy so lightly, so there’s no way I wouldn’t be shocked out of my mind!

I’m actually so shocked right now that my face was twisting a so hard that Camila was staring at me weirdly.

But ev though I had so many questions about how this all worked out in a relationship and how it came to be, I asked Camila to confirm what she said.

“…So you really don’t mind that I have a special bond with my mother wh I’m also in a relationship with you?”

“No, I really don’t mind.” Camila casually said like she didn’t ev mind if I added more partners, which obviously had to do with this world’s culture that normalised polygamy in such a way that ev an emotionally vulnerable woman like Camila was fine with me having other lovers.

And as if that plot twist was ough, she dropped another bomb on my head wh she said, with a carefree smile on her face,

“…And it’s just your mother, who’s also in a differt type of relationship with you, who’s actually such a loveable sweetheart, who makes me want to hug her whever I see her because of how cute she is, so I really don’t mind and would ev prefer sharing you with her.”

Woah! Woah! Woah!…Not only does Camila not care that I have other wom and is way too accepting of it, like she just can’t be physically jealous of another person for also having a bite of her partner. But she also wouldn’t mind adding more wom, as long as she gets along with them and finds them pleasing to the eye…

Just what kind of godly world is this?! And why wasn’t I st here much sooner?!

“What’s wrong, Kafka?

Why do you have such a weird smile on your face?…It’s almost making me want to kick you in the face with how perverted it looks.” Camila said as she covered up her chest to protect herself wh she saw how I was looking up at the ceiling with a wide smile on my face, unable to control how happy I was feeling right now, and was thanking the Gods for sding me to such a magical land.

[Your Welcome…]

And a message actually came back from Evageline, who was watching everything along with the other Gods in the Heavly Axiom, which I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about.

“Oh, sorry about that…I was just thinking about how wonderful of a world this is and how happy I am to be alive right now.” I said, which made Camila stare at me as if I had gone crazy.

I th quickly asked for the third time to make sure that I wasn’t living in a delusion.

“So, you really don’t mind my relationship with my mother?”

“Yes Kafka, Yes! For the millionth time, I really don’t mind!” Camila exclaimed in vexation after hearing me ask the same thing over and over again. “And if you ask that question one more time, I’ll actually change my answer and say that only one person can live in the same house as you, and it’s either your mother or me!”

“Oh, no, no, no~ You don’t have to make such hasty decisions, my sweetest, Camila, as I promise I will never bother you with such a question again!~” I started massaging her feet like her servant to console her for what I said, to which Camila nodded her like she was saying, ‘As I should’ for irritating her in such a way.

“…And just in case you were wondering, do you have any doubts or anything you wanted to ask about my relationship with my mother?” I asked so that I could change the topic while pressing into the soles of her feet, which were quite sticky and moist from all the love juice that oozed down and gave off a more pungt odour of her ejaculate.

“Well, I do have one, now that I think about it…” She said while her eyes roamed a the room in hesitation, like she was wondering if she really wanted to know the answer to her question. “…which is just how accurate were all the things you did with your mother?…Like was everything you said true…or did you add in some bits knowing that I-I would like it that way?”

Camila looked nervous to hear my answer to her question and didn’t know if she would prefer what I said to be mostly false or mostly true, due to her kinky interest in seeing such forbidd relationships in action.

“50-50.” I said while finishing off the last of her back, which was starting to bruise all over and form the picture I had in my head. “Some of it was true, and some of it was made up to appease you.”

“What parts of it were true?…A-And what parts of it wer’t?” She gulped as her glimmering eyes looked at me with a nervous and expectant gaze.

“Why don’t you find out yourself, wh you come over to my house?” I smiled off-handedly and looked at Camila peeping back at me. “My mother and I will put on a ‘show’ for you, just to show you how close we are.”

“O-Okay…” She said in a stammering voice as her face dripped red. And since she had already asked an embarrassing question that came with an ev more shameful answer, she decided to ask another question that was on her mind.

“Umm…And you don’t have to answer since it might seem weird. But it’s just so that I can understand your culture much better…But if in a hypothetical situation where I was your mother and I raised you in your hometown, Alabama…W-Would you do the same things you did with your mother with me as well and t-treat me the same way?”

Camila immediately pulled up her pillow to cover the lower half of her face to hide her embarrassmt and only revealed her beautiful blue eyes, which were shimmering at what my answer might be.

“Well, I don’t know if I would have the same type of relationship that I have with my mother with you in that type of situation…” I said as I got up, since my job on her back was all over and all that was left was to reveal the masterpiece I had created on her back. “…But what I can tell you is one thing.”

“You see this pussy of yours that squirted all over the place and is currtly under this mountain of meat, you call an ass…” I said as I patted her ass, which made ‘sploching’ sounds because of how wet her pants were. “…I’ll just say that there wouldn’t be a day in your life, if you were my mother, where a viscous liquid would be oozing out of your pussy at all times.”