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

Abigaille wiped her lips with the back of her hand, still coughing lightly, her chest rising and falling as she avoided Olivia's wide-eyed stare.

She wasn't in the shameless state she had drowned in the night before, when her succubus self had come out in full force, letting go of all inhibition.

No, this time, faced with Olivia's gaze, her heart burned hot with shame.

Unable to stand the weight of it, Abigaille blurted the first defense that came to her lips, pointing toward Olivia with a trembling hand.

"Don't you dare judge me, Olive!" She snapped, though her voice carried more panic than venom. "I know you did it in the...the butt with him! S-So don't you judge me right now!"

Olivia's entire body jolted. "W-What?!" She stammered, her voice cracking. "What are you saying, Abi? W-Who told you that?!"

Abigaille didn't answer with words. She turned her head, slowly, her flushed face angling toward Kafka.

Olivia's jaw dropped.

"Kafi!" She cried, voice breaking with indignation. "Why...Why would you tell her something like that already?!"

"It just slipped out." Kafka only shrugged, leaning back lazily on the sofa, his cock still glistening from Abigaille's mouth. "Besides, it's not a big deal anymore, Mom."

"...You also knows how she slipped on her own love juice and took her own virginity, so now you two should be even."

Hearing this, Abigaille nearly leapt to her feet, eyes wide, her face bright red.

"Kafi! You told her that too?!" She cried, clutching at her chest as if the words had pierced her. "How could you?!"

Kafka chuckled, reaching for her wrist to pull her back down into his lap.

"Does it really matter anymore?" He said smoothly, his voice low and coaxing. "From here on out, both of you are going to see each other doing countless more perverted things. You'll watch each other spread, suck, moan, beg, all of it. That's the truth of this house now."

"...So what difference does it make?"

Both women flushed, their bodies heating at his words.

Olivia bit her lip, looking torn between outrage and a strange, guilty anticipation, while Abigaille tried to look away, but her chest rose and fell more quickly as if she, too, couldn't push his words from her mind.

Then he leaned forward with a smirk. "In fact, instead of worrying about what I said...why don't you two just join in together? I wouldn't mind a blowjob from both of you at the same time."

Olivia's eyes snapped to Abigaille's, their gazes locking. The heat rose in them both, a dangerous recognition blooming.

They had accepted this family, accepted him. And with that acceptance came the inevitability of things like this, a future where they wouldn't just share him but share the same acts, side by side.

Olivia's pulse thundered in her ears as she actually imagined it, herself kneeling beside Abigaille, their lips touching the same cock, their tongues sliding across each other as they worked him in unison.

But just as her mind was wavering dangerously close to surrendering right then and there—reality slapped her back into place.

"No, no, no!" She yelped suddenly, throwing her hands out as if to push the thought away. "Kafi, you don't understand! There's a guest! There's a guest outside! Someone is waiting!"

"Guest? Forget them." Kafka rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Tell them to come tomorrow. Tell them someone in this house has work to do tonight." His smirk deepened. "Much more important work."

But Olivia shook her head rapidly, clutching her chest.

"No! We can't just shrug this person off. This isn't just anybody...it's our new neighbor."

That made Abigaille's head snap up, eyes wide. "A...new neighbor?" She repeated, her voice carrying a sharp edge.

She then stood quickly, tugging her bra back up beneath her dress, fumbling to fasten it, then slipping the straps of her dress back into place with flustered hands.

Straightening herself, she hurried to Olivia's side. "Who is it, Olive? Who is this new neighbor?"

Olivia wrung her hands, still flustered from what she had just walked in on.

"I don't know exactly." She admitted. "I was just coming back from my jog, and...this beautiful women was standing right in front of the house."

"...Just standing there, looking at it. Smiling."

That caught Kafka's attention. He straightened slightly on the sofa, his eyes narrowing.

Olivia continued, nervous. "So I went up to her and asked if she had business here. And she told me she's just moved in next door. She said she wanted to greet us, greet her new neighbors."

Abigaille's brow furrowed. "There was someone moving in next door, but...I wasn't expecting it so soon."

She paused, then glanced sharply at Olivia.

"Wait...Olive...did you just say she was beautiful?"

Olivia nodded almost helplessly, her blush still strong.

"Yes. She was. Honestly...she might've been the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life." Her voice faltered, softening into awe. "It was like…"

"…like meeting a goddess." Abigaille finished it for her, her voice hushed, almost worshipful.

"H-How did you...know that?!" Olivia gasped, her eyes going wide.

Abigaille's face turned grim, her voice trembling as she didn't answer and instead asked,

"Did she have long black hair? Lips as black as night? Tall? And…" She swallowed hard. "…did she look like Kafi?"

Olivia blinked, stunned.

"Y-Yeah. Actually...she did." She thought for a moment, biting her lip. "It was dark, so I couldn't see her face clearly. But now that you mention it…" Her voice dropped, almost whispering. "…yes. She did look like Kafi. How strange…"

Abigaille spun toward Kafka, her eyes wide, her voice bursting with excitement. "Kafi! It's her, it's the same woman! The one I met! She's here, our new neighbor!"

Kafka did not share her excitement. His face darkened, his expression somber and unreadable.

He then opened his mouth to tell them to stop, to leave it alone, to stay away, but Olivia cut him off before he could speak.

"Abi, she's waiting outside right now." Olivia said quickly, urgency in her tone. "Come with me, we should greet her together."

Abigaille clapped her hands together, turning to Olivia with bright excitement. "Then why are you standing here, Olive? Let's go! We've already made her wait far too long, it's terribly rude!"

"Wait..."

Kafka said, his voice sharp, his hand twitching as though to grab them back, but neither woman listened.

Abigaille had already seized Olivia's wrist, and both of them were halfway to the door in a flurry of skirts and hurried steps, their voices overlapping with laughter and determination.

Meanwhile, Kafka sat back heavily on the sofa, jaw clenched, every nerve on edge. Suspicion clouded his thoughts, but still, he reasoned with himself...it couldn't truly be harmful.

The gods were watching over him, weren't they?

They wouldn't allow anything to strike him down so directly. This had to be another trial, another strange request.

So instead of chasing after them, he leaned back and waited, waiting to finally lay eyes on this mysterious woman, to see whether she truly resembled him as they all swore.

He even found his mind wandering in spite of himself, if this woman was truly his "female version," then what did she look like beneath her clothes?

Did she carry a small, modest chest...or did she have heavy, perfect breasts?

A foolish question, but one every man entertained when picturing his female self. His hand drifted to his chin, smirking despite the unease curling in his gut.

But just as he was about to sink further into that private speculation, a voice suddenly ripped into his mind, steady, yet strained with panic.

"Kafka! Kafka, can you hear me?!..Can you hear me right now?!"

He froze. That voice, measured, calm even at its most emotional, a voice of law and clarity,

Seraphina...The God of Order, the messenger between him and the Celestial Realm.

His chest tightened, and then, against all odds, he felt a burst of pleasure.

It had been so long since he had heard her. Not to mention, her voice was never like this, flustered, hurried, almost trembling.

Normally she was ice, unbending, unshaken. So, to hear her like this was both strange and strangely endearing.

"Seraphina..." He said out loud, his voice rich with enthusiasm. "It's been far too long. I haven't heard your voice in ages, and now you sound...flustered."

"...What happened? Trouble in the heavens? Don't tell me the Celestial Realm has lost its perfect order and some God as gone rabid again and is trying to interfere with the trial?"

He joked and expected her usual response, the calm, unyielding reassurance: It's alright. Everything is in order.

But this time, she didn't say that.

Instead, her words dropped like stones into his chest.

"Not at all, Kafka! Not at all!...Everything is in chaos! Everything has gone horribly wrong up here!"

His blood chilled.

"The celestial realm is in utter disarray..." She continued, her voice quickening, still taut with control but breaking around the edges. "The Gods are scrambling everywhere, nothing is stable. The event we feared most...the one thing we fought to prevent...has happened."

Kafka sat forward slowly, his skin prickling cold.

"W-What do you mean?" His voice was flat, almost mechanical. "What happened?"

"The barrier..." She said. "The barrier between the mortal realm and the celestial realm...has been breached."

His eyes shrank to pinpricks. A tremor ran through his whole body.

He knew. He knew instantly who it was, though terror still forced him to ask. His voice staggered out, broken and hollow,

"Who?...Who was it?...Who breached the mortal realm?"

For a heartbeat Seraphina hesitated, then exhaled a sigh that was almost defeat.

"Who else, Kafka...who else other than the most powerful being in existence itself..."

"...the God of Vanity, Lady Vanitas..."

"...your mother, the very same mother who gave birth to you..."

"...she's the one who's broken through the barrier and is on her way to meet you right now."