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

Nina and Camila exchanged perturbed looks, still trying to wrap their heads around the absolute mess that their future family tree was going to be.

Nina, who had been rubbing her temples this entire time, finally let out an exhausted sigh. "Okay. Just so we're clear...our children—our children—will be the nieces and nephews of your future kids…" She paused, her face twisting. "While also being their siblings."

Camila cringed, tilting her head as she stared at the ground like she was doing mental gymnastics. "And they'll call you 'Mom'...but also 'Grandma.'"

Nina let out a dry laugh. "Oh, that's not even the worst of it. You do realize, Camila, that your kids and my kids will be wondering why their father has kids with their grandmother?"

Camila groaned. "Oh, god. They're going to be so confused."

Nina threw her hands up. "Confused? I'm confused! Imagine how it's gonna sound when we explain this to them one day!" She mocked a future conversation, putting on a falsely cheerful voice. "'Oh yes, sweetheart! Your Uncle is also your Big Brother! And your Grandma is also your Mom!'"

"Yeah...That's gonna be a nightmare to explain." Camila winced.

Meanwhile, Abigaille simply beamed at them, completely unfazed by the absurdity of the situation.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic!" She chimed in, waving them off like their concerns were nothing. "It's just a little different from the usual family structure. That doesn't mean it won't work out!"

"A little different?!" Nina repeated, staring at her like she had just lost her mind.

Camila groaned again, running a hand through her hair. "This is so messed up."

Nina huffed, crossing her arms. "And let's not forget about Kafka. Do you think he's realized this yet? That his own kids will be calling his wife both 'Mom' and 'Grandma'?"

Camila shook her head. "Oh, there's no way he's thought about it." She paused before adding. "Actually, considering Kafka...he might just roll with it."

Nina stared at her for a moment, then let out a long, suffering sigh. "...Yeah. Yeah, he would."

Abigaille, on the other hand, still looked delighted by the entire thing.

"Oh, come on you two, stop looking so horrified!" She teased, smiling so brightly that it was almost blinding. "Think about it—this means we'll have such a lively family!"

Camila and Nina turned to her slowly, their exhausted expressions in stark contrast to her pure, radiant joy.

"A lively family." Nina repeated flatly.

Abigaille nodded eagerly. "Yes! Just picture it! Our home will be filled with laughter, love, and the sounds of little feet running everywhere! There'll never be a dull moment!"

Camila blinked at her. "I think you're underestimating just how much chaos we're talking about."

Abigaille giggled. "Oh, I know exactly how chaotic it'll be! And I can't wait!"

"Nothing's gonna stop you from being happy about this, huh?" Nina stared.

Abigaille simply clasped her hands together, smiling warmly. "Not a thing."

Camila and Nina both sighed, exchanging another weary glance.

It was official.

There was no stopping her.

She was so excited about this that nothing—absolutely nothing—could ruin her mood.

And that was how they knew: no matter how bizarre, no matter how ridiculously convoluted their family structure was…Abigaille was going to love every second of it.

But just as she was getting giddy about the future, she suddenly gasped, her eyes widening as if she had just stumbled upon the greatest revelation of all time. She then slowly turned toward Camila, her face practically glowing with excitement.

Camila, who had just started recovering from the previous ridiculousness, immediately tensed when she noticed the way Abigaille was looking at her.

"…What?" She asked warily.

Abigaille's smile grew wider.

"Camila." She said, her voice full of awe.

Camila narrowed her eyes. "W-What?"

And then, to Camila's absolute horror, Abigaille declared with pure joy—

"I just realised that I won't be the only grandma in the family. You'll be one too!"

Silence.

A long, stunned silence.

Camila just stared at her, completely floored.

Then, in an exasperated huff, she snapped. "Excuse me?!"

Nina, who had just been spectating, immediately let out a bark of laughter.

Camila, still reeling, placed a hand on her hip and gave Abigaille a sharp look. "Abi, I get why you can call yourself a grandma—your relationship with Kafka is completely different from ours."

"...But why are you dragging me into this?!"

Abigaille giggled, tilting her head innocently. "Oh, I'm not dragging you into anything, Camila. I'm just stating the facts."

Camila scoffed. "Oh, please. This isn't one of your clever little insights. Are you sure this isn't just your way of teasing me because I'm the oldest in this group?"

She then gave a deep sigh, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. "Oh, how cruel! The sweet, innocent Abi I once knew...how could she have changed into such a mean-spirited woman?"

Abigaille simply giggled, completely unfazed.

"Of course not!" she said brightly. Then, with an almost angelic smile, she added. "Besides, how could I ever tease you about age when you literally look like so young that you look like you just walked out of college and are searching for job in the big city?"

That—

That caught Camila completely off guard. Her breath hitched, her face heating up before she could stop it.

Damn it...Both mother and son were particularly good at making another person's heart race.

Nina smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Blushing now, are we?"

Camila immediately scowled, turning away. "Shut up."

Abigaille laughed, delighted by the reaction, before she continued, her voice brimming with excitement.

"But back to my point! Camila, your situation is actually quite similar to mine!"

Camila, still trying to recover, raised a skeptical brow. "Oh? And how exactly is that?"

Abigaille's smile turned mischievous. "Well, let's think about it. If I'm a grandmother because of my relationship with Kafka, then doesn't that mean you're also one?"

Camila, catching onto the obvious setup, smirked. "Oh, sure. What are you gonna say next? That I'm Kafka's mother, too?"

Abigaille immediately panicked.

"Never!" She cried, flailing her arms as if the very idea offended her soul. "That position belongs only to me and Olivia!"

Nina snorted, while Camila laughed smugly. "Just checking."

Abigaille huffed, pouting slightly before regaining her excitement.

"But that's not what I meant!" She quickly corrected. "What I meant is that you have Bella, don't you?" Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

Camila blinked. "Yes?"

"And Bella is one of Kafka's women, isn't she?" Abigaille continued.

At that exact moment, both Nina and Camila froze. Their eyes widened in unison as their brains connected the dots.

And then—

"OH MY GOD!" Nina shouted in shock.

Camila's face drained of all color.

Nina turned to her, pointing wildly. "Bella is Kafka's woman. And she's also your daughter!"

Camila's stomach dropped. "No—"

Nina grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her dramatically. "That means when she has kids in the future...YOU'LL BE A GRANDMA TOO!"

Camila sputtered. "Wait—no—hold on—"

"GRANDMA CAMILA!" Nina declared, throwing her arms up.

Camila paled, looking at Abigaille in absolute horror.

Abigaille beamed. "See? Now you understand!"

Camila took a step back, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no! I refuse to accept this reality!"

Nina, laughing her ass off, patted her on the back. "Too bad, Grandma. It's already set in stone!"

Camila let out a long, suffering groan, placing her face in her hands. "This family tree is going to give me a headache."

Abigaille, still glowing with joy, clasped her hands together. "Oh, don't be sad, Camila! Just think about it—we'll be grandmothers together!"

Camila let out a strangled noise.

Nina grinned wickedly. "So, what do you think, Grandma? Ready for your new role?"

Camila turned to her slowly, her eyes dark with murderous intent.

"…I will end you."

Nina just cackled and then while still wiping away tears of laughter from Camila's grandma revelation, suddenly had an idea.

"Oh my god, I have to see what Kafka thinks about this." She said, still snickering. "I mean, we've been going on and on about our messed-up family dynamics, but he's been oddly silent this whole time."

She turned to look at him, expecting either confusion or maybe even amusement at the ridiculous conversation they had just had.

But the moment her eyes landed on him—

Her heart stopped.

Her laughter died immediately.

Her eyes widened in absolute horror, and before she even realized it, she took a slow step back, as if she had just seen a ghost.

Camila and Abigaille, noticing her reaction, frowned in confusion.

"What?" Camila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you looking like that?"

Abigaille tilted her head. "Nina?"

But when they followed her gaze and turned to look at Kafka—

Their breath caught in their throats because Kafka—who had been perfectly normal just a few moments ago—

Was no longer normal.

His eyes had turned into a void of abyssal darkness.

There was no light in them. No warmth.

Just a deep, suffocating void, like he was staring into nothingness, yet drowning in something far darker.

Camila and Abigaille immediately reacted the same way Nina had—stiffening on instinct, their bodies recognizing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere. And then, Abigaille, in a slightly panicked voice, blurted out—

"Oh no, he's entered that weird mood of his again!"

Nina, still recovering from her initial shock, snapped her head toward her.

"Again?!" She repeated in disbelief. "You've seen this before?!"

Abigaille looked just as surprised as she turned to Nina. "You've seen it too?!"

Nina nodded frantically. "Yes! And it scared the hell out of me the first time!"

Abigaille frowned. "Wait—then…" She turned to Camila. "Camila! Have you ever seen him like this?"

Camila, still staring at Kafka's unnervingly dark expression, let out a wry chuckle.

"…I want to say no." She muttered. "But I've seen those gloomy-ass eyes of his so much that they sometimes even show up in my nightmares."

Abigaille winced. "That bad?"

Nina immediately nodded. "No, seriously. When he gets like this, he looks like he's about to drag someone straight into the underworld."

Camila sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah...But we all know he's not looking at us like that."

Abigaille let out a small hum, crossing her arms. "That's true. As terrifying as he looks, I've never actually been scared of him."

Nina snorted. "That's because whenever he looks like this, it's never because of us."

Camila smirked slightly. "It's usually because of some other reason."

"Like when some random bastard gives me a lewd gaze." Camila muttered.

"Or when I have a really annoying customer who won't stop bothering me." Nina added.

Abigaille giggled. "Oh! Or when someone disrespects one of us in any way."

They all nodded in agreement.

But then, Nina paused and then furrowed her brows, a small frown forming on her lips.

"Wait...I just realized something."

Camila and Abigaille turned to her.

Nina crossed her arms, thinking aloud. "Kafka always gets like this when I bring up how bad my relationship with my husband was."

She glanced at Kafka again—his dark, abyssal gaze unchanging.

"…But I didn't mention him today, nor did we bring up anything that bothered us today so why her staring at us like that."

A heavy silence fell.

Then, Camila's eyes suddenly widened and she let out a quiet, understanding breath.

"…Oh no." She muttered, her face slightly paling as she remembered what happened the last time this happened.

Abigaille and Nina snapped their heads toward her.

"What?!" Nina asked.

Camila slowly turned back to Kafka, her expression shifting into realization.

"…It's because you brought up my husband just now."

Nina froze while Abigaille blinked.

Camila exhaled sharply. "You talked about how he didn't take care of me during my pregnancy."

The realization hit all three of them at once.

Nina gasped. "Oh, shit."

Abigaille let out a small sigh. "Well...That explains why he's like this."

"Yeah...he doesn't handle things like this well." Camila grimaced and let out a small sigh. But then, much to Nina and Abigaille's surprise, she smiled.

"Well...at least it's reassuring to know that he's only like this because of how protective he is over us." She admitted, her voice softer now. "It feels...rather nice to know that someone's looking out for us like this."

Nina hesitated for a moment before she sighed, her fingers fidgeting slightly.

"…Yeah." She mumbled, a little shyly. "I mean, I like to handle everything on my own, you know? I don't really need anyone to protect me—I can fend off anything myself."

Camila gave her an amused glance. "That's true."

Nina huffed. "But still…" She glanced at Kafka's brooding, abyss-like stare and let out a small, almost bashful chuckle. "It's...comforting. Cozy, even. Knowing that I've got a literal hellhound watching over me. Someone who'd go to any extent to make sure I'm safe."

Camila nodded. "Yeah...I feel that."

Abigaille smiled warmly. "It's nice, isn't it?"

Both Nina and Camila gave small, genuine nods.

But then—

Much to their absolute shock—

Abigaille suddenly sighed dreamily and said out of nowhere, while looking at her son with an enchanted gaze,

"…And he also looks rather hot and steamy when he gives that gaze, doesn't he?"