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

Olivia swallowed, her fingers tangling together in her lap as she has another question on her mind. Her voice came out hesitant, uncertain but filled with a gnawing curiosity.

"June...what about Kafka himself? Did he ever notice?"

"I mean...he's usually so perceptive with people, it's hard to hide anything from him. Do you think maybe...he also has some feelings for you too?"

For a moment, June just stared at her, then suddenly scoffed and let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

"No. Not at all. Don't worry about that." She said, though her smile carried a touch of irony. "Kafka...he only sees me as a close friend. As painful as it is to admit, that's all. Nothing more."

Olivia blinked, surprised at how bluntly she said it.

"But...he's so observant. If you felt that way, how could he not notice?"

At this, June's expression softened, becoming a mixture of wry amusement and faint exasperation.

"Oh, don't misunderstand. He is observant. Extremely so. He can pick up on things most people wouldn't even think twice about."

"A shift in mood, a fleeting expression, a little insecurity, you don't even have to speak, and he'll notice."

She gave a wistful smile, her gaze distant.

"But when it comes to women's feelings for him? He's surprisingly dense."

"Dense?" Olivia tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

June sighed and chuckled lightly, as though she'd witnessed the same pattern too many times.

"I mean exactly that. I've seen it again and again, not just with me, but with other women he interacts with. If a girl has a need, a worry, a struggle, if it's about her life, her pain, he'll catch it instantly, and he'll help without even being asked. Almost like he can read her heart."

"...But if the girl is showing signs that she has feelings for him?"

She shook her head.

"It's like it doesn't register. He brushes it off as friendliness, or convinces himself he's imagining things. It's almost as if he refuses to see it."

Olivia frowned softly, remembering her own experiences.

"But...he wasn't like that with me." She said quietly. "He noticed everything about me. He even knew what I was feeling before I realized it myself sometimes. He wasn't dense at all."

June gave her a long, knowing look, then nodded.

"That may be true. And I think I know why, which is that from the very start, Olivia...you were someone he was interested in."

"What I'm trying to say is when Kafka sets his eyes on a woman, when he chooses to win her over, he becomes impossibly observant. He'll read every flicker of her gaze, every shift in her breath."

"But if he doesn't intend to pursue her...he acts blind. Whether it's denial, ignorance, or restraint, I don't know...But that's what I've noticed."

Olivia's lips parted in surprise at that explanation, her mind turning over every past moment with her son.

If that was true...then it meant her son was interested in her from the—

But before she could finish the thought, June suddenly interrupted with a strange thought of her own that unravelled Kafka even more.

"…You know, Olivia. I don't think I'm the only one."

Olivia blinked, confused. "The only one…?"

June's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice almost conspiratorial as she leaned in.

"I mean, the only woman who's fallen for him. In fact...I think there are many others."

"Well, of course he's popular with girls." Olivia let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush it off. "With his looks, his charm...it's only natural, right? A casual sort of popularity."

But June shook her head firmly. Her expression was serious, solemn even.

"No. It's not like that. It's not just admiration. It's not just popularity. It's deeper." She paused, as if reliving what she'd seen. "I only realized it fully during a fashion party I hosted. He had invited a bunch women from the town, all of them being really older then him."

"...And as I watched him mingle, talk, laugh with them, I noticed their eyes."

Her voice grew hushed, almost disbelieving even as she repeated it.

"Olivia, it wasn't just attraction. They looked at him like they were swooning. Like every one of them had their own story with him, their own reason they'd fallen."

"Their gazes were...unmistakable. I've seen them before, because I've worn that same gaze myself. Dozens of them looking at him the same way you do."

Olivia's breath caught. Her voice rose in shock.

"What, ? You're saying...all of them? That can't be possible! Unless he's...unless he's doing something to them! Some kind of—"

She cut herself off, the words ridiculous on her tongue.

"Mind control? Hypnosis? Something like that?"

June actually laughed at that, shaking her head, though her eyes remained heavy with meaning.

"I thought the same at first. But no, Olivia, I think...that's just who he is. Somehow...he slips into people's lives, touches something deep within them, and leaves them changed. And then…" She sighed softly. "...he acts like he doesn't even notice. Treats them all like close friends, never acknowledging the feelings he's stirred."

Olivia sat frozen, her pulse racing. The image of an entire hall of women looking at Kafka the same way June did sent a cold shiver down her spine.

A man adored not by one or two, but by many. And yet, he walked through it all as if blind to their stares, treating them only as friends.

She realized then that June's feelings were not unique.

And perhaps...the whole town was tangled in Kafka's strange web without even knowing how or why.

But just as Olivia opened her mouth, ready to ask June for more details, perhaps even if she could meet one of these women herself, her train of thought was interrupted by the sharp chime of the boutique's door.

Both women turned their heads.

"Yo." Came a familiar, cheerful voice. Kafka stepped inside, juggling several shopping bags in both hands. "I got everything you asked for, plus a bunch of extras, just in case."

June blinked in surprise. Olivia, too, sat upright.

Kafka carried the bags over to the counter, setting them down with a relieved sigh. But when he looked back at them, sitting together on the sofa, his expression shifted, momentary surprise, followed by a slow, amused smile.

"Well, well." He said, tilting his head. "Seems like you two have become friends. Closer than I expected, actually."

Olivia froze, eyes widening slightly, while June raised a brow in curiosity.

"That's true enough." June admitted, her voice warm, though tinged with suspicion. "But how did you figure that out, Kafka? It's not like it's written on our faces."

"...Don't tell me you've been secretly spying on us."

Kafka laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Nothing like that. It's just a vibe. The mood, the way you're sitting together, the atmosphere between you two, it's different. Warmer. And…"

He glanced at Olivia, his smile deepening.

"Olive over here doesn't have that timid or frosty look she usually wears around new people. She looks like she does when she's with me."

"...That's more than enough proof you've grown close."

Olivia's cheeks flushed instantly, and before she could protest, June suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her in a playful hug.

"That's right! You've guessed correctly!" June declared proudly, squeezing Olivia tighter as she blushed furiously.

"I've become close friends with this adorable girl right here! How dare you, Kafka, keeping such a precious treasure all to yourself! First Abigaille, your angel, and now Olivia, too? Hmph! I'm jealous." She pouted, pulling Olivia even closer in a possessive embrace. "I want her as well!"

"Sorry, but no can do." Kafka chuckled, unbothered. "I've already laid my claim on her. She's mine. Not giving her away."

Olivia nearly choked on air, her face going redder by the second, while June released a dramatic sigh.

"What a pity." June said with exaggerated disappointment, finally letting Olivia go.

But her expression shifted almost immediately as she looked back up at Kafka with narrowed eyes.

"By the way, what took you so long? The convenience store's just around the corner. You shouldn't have been gone that long."

Kafka scratched his cheek, looking a little sheepish.

"Ah, well...on the way back, I ran into someone. A lady who recently moved into town. Her car had broken down, and the mechanic wasn't answering. She looked pretty stranded, so I stopped to help."

Both June and Olivia perked up instantly, exchanging quick glances.

"…Was she older?" June asked carefully, suspicion already blooming in her eyes.

Kafka blinked, then nodded. "Yeah, about the same age as you."

Olivia leaned forward at once, her words rushing out.

"A-And? How did she look at you? Did you two have a proper conversation, or did you just help and she left?"

Kafka frowned slightly, thinking it over.

"Hmm...I wouldn't say it was a proper conversation, but it was friendly enough. We laughed a little. I told her about some of the sights around town, she told me a bit about herself while I was fixing the car. Nothing unusual."

Olivia and June locked eyes again, their gazes saying everything without words.

"…Did she give you her number or anything?" June pressed, her voice a little too pointed.

Kafka shook his head immediately. "No, nothing like that." He paused, then added almost absentmindedly. "But she did mention where she works, and said I'm free to visit her if I'm ever nearby."

Both women stiffened at the same time.

Slowly, they turned their heads toward each other once more, suspicion and exasperation mirrored in their eyes.

Then, together, they looked straight at Kafka.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by their united stares. "…What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

But June quickly shook her head, not wanting him to pry further into the subject.

"It's none of your business."

She said as she rose with the help of her cane, a sudden burst of authority flashing in her smile, and moved to usher him toward the door.

"What is your business right now is Olivia. You two are on your date, remember?..You've already wasted enough time in my shop, Olivia's only just come here, she still has the whole town to see!"

Kafka raised an eyebrow, trying to dig in his shoes against her nudging, but she was surprisingly determined.

"Wait, wait, what's the rush? I can help clean up here first. And what about the other girls? Are they doing okay? I don't mind staying until—"

"No, no, no." June cut him off firmly, still herding him toward the door like a mother shooing her son out of the house. "You don't need to do anything. The only thing you need to do today is make Olivia happy. Take her on a proper date. Show her the sights. And..." She wagged her finger at him, her voice softening into warmth. "...especially the flora. This town is overflowing with plants and flowers she's never seen before. That's what you should focus on."

By the time Kafka realized it, June had already managed to push both him and Olivia outside the shop. He opened his mouth to protest again, but she didn't give him the chance.

Turning her attention to Olivia, she then said with a fond smile.

"Enjoy the town, Olivia, I'll send over the sets that you had your eyes on to your house...Ah, I'll also call you later, and maybe the two of us can set a day for our own outing, just us girls."

Olivia, caught off guard by her enthusiasm, quickly nodded. "O-Of course. Call me anytime, you can count on it."

"Good." June smiled, her expression soft but her eyes glinting with a knowing edge as they flicked briefly toward Kafka. Then, with one last wave, she turned back inside, shutting the boutique door behind her.

That left Kafka and Olivia standing alone on the street.. He turned to her with a faintly amused smile.

"You know, Mom...I thought it'd be difficult for you to make friends. With how socially anxious you usually are, I figured it would take months."

"...But it turns out you're better than I gave you credit for. You're actually quite skilled."

Olivia flushed, waving her hands quickly.

"No, not at all, Kafi. I'm not skilled at making friends...it's just June. She's the type of person anyone would warm up to, so straightforward, so genuine. We shared some things in common and it just...happened naturally."

They both fell silent after that. The air between them was heavy, a leftover shadow from the argument they'd had earlier.

It was almost ridiculous, just a short while ago, Olivia had been ready to fight him over June, yet now she had somehow befriended the very woman she had considered her rival.

She didn't know what to say, whether she should keep fighting, or let things be, or try to go back to being lighthearted.

Kafka, perceptive as ever, read the confusion in her face. He chuckled softly, then reached out and laid a hand over her shoulder. His touch was firm, grounding.

"You've got a bunch of thoughts swirling in that head right now, don't you, Mom?" He said gently. "But forget all of that, just for today. You can deal with it later. Right now, let's just enjoy this date."

His smile widened, innocent but reassuring.

"I've got plenty of places I want to show you."

Olivia hesitated for a heartbeat, then let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. He was right, overthinking it now would only ruin everything, so slowly, she nodded.

"Alright...let's enjoy it."

And just like that, the same duo who had walked into June's shop earlier with tension simmering between them, now walked out together again, side by side, his hand brushing against hers, ready to explore the town and whatever awaited them next...

...not realising that there was someone else who was also exploring the town and meeting some 'special individuals' Kafka knew just as they were.

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