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

After the cleanup was finally over, June leaned against the mop, her arm trembling, her leg aching from having stood so long on her crutch. She thought for certain that, any moment now, the others upstairs would come shuffling back down.

Olivia also seemed to share the same thought, her eyes flicked again and again toward the stairwell, expecting tired footsteps, exhausted giggles, someone wandering down in need of water or help.

But...nothing.

Not a single one of them stirred.

The floor below was spotless now, polished to a shine that almost betrayed the chaos it had just witnessed. The lavender spray June had used drifted through the room, replacing the thick scent of sex with something sweet and delicate.

And so it was just the two of them now, Olivia and June, perched on opposite ends of the ornate velvet couch in the lounge.

The silence was unbearable.

Olivia's face was hot, her eyes darting everywhere but June's. How could she even begin to speak, after what had just happened? After she had debased herself so utterly in the center of the room, deep-throating until her eyes rolled, begging for mercy while the others measured the size of her ass and even...her anus.

She hugged her arms close, as if that would hide the memory, the shame still burning in her chest.

And June...June wasn't much better.

She, the refined, cheerful shopkeeper who always carried herself with dignity, had sat there calmly directing measurements, tape in hand, like some twisted seamstress. The image of her hands holding Olivia's curves, of her voice announcing the size of her most private place, it played in her mind over and over. She couldn't believe she had allowed it, that she had been part of it.

And while having these thoughts, they both turned at the same moment, eyes colliding, then darting away again. The awkwardness was unbearable.

It might have gone on forever if not for the flicker of color that caught Olivia's eye in the corner of the room. She blinked, then whispered to herself, almost unconsciously as she saw a potted flower on the counter.

"...Is that a Golden Malgo?"

June's head turned sharply, surprised. "You know that flower, Miss Olivia?"

Olivia stiffened, realizing she had spoken aloud. Her blush deepened, but she nodded faintly.

"Yes. A Golden Malgo...it's rare. The petals only open at dusk, and they reflect light like metal. People sometimes mistake them for ornaments instead of blooms." She hesitated, then added shyly. "It's supposed to symbolize resilience. Because no matter how poor the soil, it still shines."

Hearing this, for a moment June simply stared, then a small, genuine smile curved her lips.

"Oh, I never expected you to know something like that. Hardly anyone does, it doesn't even grow here. I had to import mine specially." She leaned a little closer, curiosity bright in her eyes. "How do you know it? Do you own one yourself?"

"No...I've always wanted to, though." Olivia shook her head quickly. "And it's embarrassing, but the truth is...I really like plants. And flowers. I read about them a lot." Her voice softened into a murmur. "I can't keep them very well, never had my own garden, but I love learning."

Something softened in June's face, the reserved tension easing as though she'd discovered a secret door between them. She scooted just a little closer on the couch, her smile warming.

"Me too. I adore flowers. Ever since I was little, whatever I did, wherever I went, I always had them around me. My room, my clothes, even my notebooks." She laughed lightly, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. "I suppose I never grew out of it."

Olivia glanced around, really looking this time, and her lips parted slightly.

"That...makes sense." She gestured at the shelves, the subtle detailing in the wallpaper, the lace trim embroidered into the lingerie on display. "I didn't notice before, but...almost everything here has some floral pattern. Even the underwear. You've woven it in everywhere." A shy smile tugged at her lips. "It's obvious now, that you love them."

June flushed, ducking her head.

"I-I didn't expect it to be so apparent."

Then, with a sudden spark of excitement, she scooted closer again, almost like a child leaning across a school desk.

"Since you're a flower enthusiast too, tell me, what's your favorite? Mine's Purple Marbelos. And yours?"

Olivia's lips parted slightly, almost hesitant, as she answered June's question.

"You...You might not have heard of this one. It's called a Frostbloom."

Her tone was shy at first, but as she spoke, the words began to flow with more warmth.

"It's a flower tied to the cold...it blooms like snow itself, white petals dusted with faint blue streaks. It looks like a snowflake turned into a blossom. I always thought it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen."

Her gaze softened. "I've been trying to buy one for so long...but every time they're in the market, they're gone before I can get there. Someone always snatches them up early."

Hearing this, June's eyes widened, a spark flickering in their depths. She leaned forward slightly, unable to hide the eagerness in her voice.

"Would you like to see one?"

Olivia blinked, caught off guard. She gave a nervous laugh, thinking June was only speaking hypothetically.

"Of course I would. I mean...I saw one once, at an exhibition. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. If I had the chance to see it again, I'd…" Her lips curved into a wistful smile. "…I'd treasure it."

June's face brightened even more, and without another word she stood up, excitement bubbling in her movements.

"Just wait here for a moment. I'll bring something over."

Olivia tilted her head, confused, watching as June slipped quickly into the back room. The seconds stretched, her mind running in circles.

What could she possibly mean?

Then June returned. This time, she wasn't empty-handed.

Cradled carefully in her arms was a flower. A white bloom, delicate and perfect, with shimmering blue streaks deep inside its petals, like frost woven into silk. It seemed to glow faintly under the store's soft lights.

Olivia froze. Her usual nervous timidity vanished in an instant, her eyes going wide with wonder. She stood up without even realizing it, her entire body drawn toward the sight.

"Is that—? Is that really…?" Her voice trembled. "Is that what I think it is?"

June smiled, pride written across her face. She stepped closer, holding it out. "It really is. The Frostbloom you've been dreaming of."

"I was lucky enough to get one a couple of months ago, had to fight tooth and nail for it on the market. I've kept it in my office since then, meaning to show it off. And now...well, seeing your face makes it worth it. Tell me, Miss Olivia, is it as beautiful as you remembered?"

June expected her usual timid murmur in reply.

But instead, she got something different...Something startling.

Olivia's entire expression transformed. Like a child on Christmas morning, her eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy as she leaned in close, almost giddy.

"It's even more beautiful then before..." She breathed, and then the words tumbled out of her in a rush. "More than I remembered, more than I even imagined it could be!"

"The way the veins shimmer, do you see it? Like threads of ice trapped inside the petals, like it's alive. And the petals themselves, look, look how perfect they are! Not a single tear, not a single wilted edge."

"The last one I saw wasn't even half as healthy as this, and I thought that one was stunning. But this, this is flawless. It's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, I can't believe you actually have one right here, in your hands!"

Her hands hovered over the bloom, not daring to touch. Her voice shook with pure giddiness as she went on, unable to stop herself.

"And the texture, oh, it must be so soft, softer than silk, I bet. And the color, gods, the blue, it's not flat at all, it's shifting, it's like frost catching sunlight. And the symmetry of the bloom, perfect, so perfectly balanced, like it was designed, not grown."

"Even the stem, look at it, it's strong, straight, not weak or brittle. Do you have any idea how rare it is to see one in this condition? It's a miracle, Miss June, a miracle that you managed to get one like this. It's everything I remembered, and somehow even more. I—"

She stopped.

Her voice cut off mid-breath as she finally noticed June, who wasn't looking at the flower at all. She was staring at Olivia, staring like she was caught in a spell, her eyes wide, lips slightly parted, completely taken aback by the flood of excitement pouring out of someone who was usually so quiet.

Olivia blinked, heat rushing up her neck, and she immediately folded her hands together in front of her chest.

"S-Sorry." She stammered, mortified. "I...I got carried away. I didn't mean to...it won't happen again."

But June shook her head immediately, her own eyes shining.

"No! No! Don't apologize." Her smile was bright, almost tender. "I mean, seeing you like that, so excited, so happy, it's...absolutely adorable."

Olivia froze, her blush deepening. "A-Adorable? Me?"

"Yes..." June nodded frantically, her own cheeks pink now. "When you first walked into my shop, I thought you were so stoic. Untouchable. Regal, even. I was sure you'd only ever speak in that calm, distant way."

"But then, seeing you light up over this flower? The gap between that image and this…"

She pressed the Frostbloom gently into Olivia's hands, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

"It's too precious and I can't help but smile at you."

And it was true.

June was truly, utterly enamored by her reaction.

Just like any woman out there, she adored cute, precious things, but to see Olivia, the same Olivia who had walked in like some untouchable queen, gushing over a flower with childlike excitement...it made June's heart squeeze almost painfully in her chest. Her usual composure crumbled, swept away by that innocent joy shining from Olivia's face.

She thought she'd admired Olivia from a distance, but in this moment, she didn't want distance at all.

She wanted to see more. She wanted to hear more.

She wanted to watch her eyes light up again, listen to her voice rush in excitement, see that careful mask slip away over and over. It was too much for her heart to handle, yet she craved more of it like water in the desert...