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

Chapter 219: Bella Alvarez

Kachunk~

I heard the door opening and immediately heard Camila greeting her daughter in a joyful and warm manner.

But in return her daughter, Bella only gave her lukewarm replies in a rather disinterested and cold tone, as if she'd much rather go straight to her room than talk to her mother, which only made me want to punish her even more by playing around with her chest in front of her mother, which should be enough to humiliate her.

I already thought of what I needed to do and only needed one necessary component that I was sure I could find in this very kitchen in a cold, dark, and musty place.

And after quickly looking behind some cupboards and underneath the dining table, I found what I was looking for behind the stove, swiftly caught it, and put it in my pocket for later use. First, I had to greet Bella like I said I would, even though I had no wish to greet the brat and was only doing so, so that I could use her to successfully complete the request.

And to do that, I fixed my dress and combed my hair properly to give a decent first impression, and after hearing Camila give all the necessary small talk, I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Camila was attending to her daughter while standing and asking if there was anything she wanted at the moment, and Bella herself sat on the sofa, staring at her mother with a bored expression on her face.

Bella looked very much like her mother and had the same poised face, blue eyes, and long, dark hair as her mother.

But all those pretty features only made her look like a downgraded version of Camila since she didn't have the same maturity as her mother nor did she have the energetic spirit in her eyes like she did, which was one of the biggest differences between her and Camila since she herself had brooding eyes like her father.

Not to mention that even though she was well developed for her age, she was nowhere close to beating her mother, who had a buxom body that not even most women in this world could compete with, aside from trial candidates like my mother.

Bella looked like she was about to take out her phone so that she could ignore her mother, who was enthusiastically talking about what had happened in town all this while she was away, not realising that she didn't seem to care one bit, but when she heard footsteps coming from the kitchen, she raised her eyebrows to see who was the new guest in her house.

She looked kind of annoyed that there was another person in the house since they were disturbing her peace. But when she saw me walking towards her with a slight smile on my face instead of some neighbourhood auntie she thought of, she immediately froze and almost dropped her phone at who she was seeing.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted like she had just seen her favourite idol on TV, and slowly a faint blush started to form on her cheeks as she stared at me in a surprised daze.

Me and Camila were also both surprised by her reaction, as she didn't seem like someone who would react so innocently upon meeting a stranger.

But when I noticed Camila sizing me up and down and shaking her head in dismay, I realised that I had brought my handsome looks back from Earth, and it clearly had some effect on this world, looking at how Bella was looking at me like she was in a dream.

Camila didn't seem to like the way her daughter was looking at me like she was spellbound, but she showed that agression towards me instead of the culprit, Bella, since she couldn't look at her own daughter in such a way without making her feelings obvious by glaring at me like it was all my fault.

She then gave me one last look, like she was telling me that she would deal with me later for seducing her own daughter at first sight, and then reminded her daughter, who was still in a daze,

"Cough-Cough...Bella, I know that you don't like formalities and that you also some like meeting any of your mother's acquaintances, but I still don't think you should stare at someone you're meeting for the first time so much, since it's considered rude."

"If you want to stare at him, then first introduce yourself and do so, as Kafka here doesn't mind if a few pretty ladies look at him and would even prefer it that way...Isn't that right, Kafka?" Camila said as she gave me a sly side eye, even though I had nothing to do with the way her daughter was reacting.

The second Bella heard her mother's words, she glared at her in response, as if she were angry that Camila was teasing her in front of me. But once she realised that I was still right in front of her and watching the whole thing happen, she immediately got up and patted her skirt down and then slid her hair that was hanging back behind her ear while sneaking glances at me in a shy manner.

She then opened her mouth to introduce herself while looking at me like she was wondering where her mother got such a handsome man from.

But when she saw me with a smile on my face, like I was eagerly waiting for her to introduce herself, she panicked like a timid little girl and struggled to speak, which made her feel even more embarassing at the situation and made her look at her mother like she was saying that it was her fault for not warning that someone like me was already in the house and should've given her a heads up first.

"Sorry about this, Kafka...Bella isn't usually like this and is quite the bold girl who doesn't really mind talking to anyone." Camila spoke on her daughter's behalf, seeing that she was struggling so much to even get a word out.

She then gave a cheeky smile and said, "...But I guess even someone like my proud daughter finds it hard to speak up when she has such a charming young man as yourself in front of her."

Bella looked at Camila like she was telling her to stop saying any unnecessary stuff and embarrass her in front of me, and that she should simply introduce herself to me for her.

"This is Bella, my daughter, that I've told you about who's studying in university, and she's come back home for the holidays since the rest of her friends went home to their families, and she didn't want to feel left all alone." Camila nudged her daughter forward, but Bella refused to move forward, like she preferred keeping a distance from me so that she wouldn't become even more nervous in my presence.

"And this Kafka, the son of our next-door neighbour who's just moved in to town recently, and if I remember correctly, he's a second year student in high school." Camila introduced me as well and was surprised that I simply nodded my head in response, as she was sure that I would take this opportunity to go forward to woo her daughter like the womaniser I was in her head and didn't know why I didn't do such a thing.

"W-Wait, he's in high school?!" Bella suddenly asked her mother, in shock. And then, without waiting for her mother's reply, she looked at me in surprise and asked in a hurry, "You're in high school?!"

"Why, yes, I am...Is there anything wrong with that, seeing as to how you can't believe such a simple fact?" I asked, which made her look at me in wonder once again, like she found my voice very pleasant to hear.

"N-No...With how mature you looked, I thought for sure that you were an adult when I first saw you, so I was a little surprised when I heard that it wasn't so." Bella explained, embarrassed at how she was acting when she usually acted in an aloof manner, like she didn't care about anything other than herself and her needs.

And then, as if she had found some courage after finding out that I was actually younger than her, she came forward and said, while sizing me up in a bold manner,

"And to think that you're actually only in high school when you look so handsome and manly this...The girls in your class must be quite happy, as I'm pretty sure I would, since I would've killed to have such a good-looking classmate like you back when I was in school."

Camila was surprised at her daughter's forward statement when she was acting so timid before and didn't know what to make of it. But I wasn't really surprised since it was natural that one would become less wary if they knew the person they were talking to was still in school and younger than them, no matter how charismatic or beautiful they were.

Especially someone like Camila's daughter, who seemed like someone who would appear weak in front of the strong but pounce on them the moment she realised that they weren't as tough as she thought, which was exactly what was happening now with the way Bella was looking at me like I was prey that had been caught in her trap.

Camila watched in dismay at her daughter, who seemed to be making attempts at her man, but she couldn't do anything about it without making it awkward and obvious as to why she was stopping her daughter from trying anything on me.

She looked at me, hoping that I would reject her advances.

But after remembering that I was a womaniser who didn't miss any opportunity to chat up a girl and say sweet words towards her after seeing how I behaved with her at first, she could only look away as her daughter flirted with me to her discomfort as she found bear the sight of me flirting back with a smile on my face like she thought I would.

But to her surprise, I didn't make any such attempt to return the advances I received, like calling her daughter pretty or beautiful in return like she thought I would, as I simply said one line with a blank look on my face, like I couldn't even bother to respond to her blantant attempts at me.

"Thank you, Bella...I appreciate the compliment." I said and didn't bother to say even one more word.

Bella raised her eyebrows in doubt when she heard me reply so dryly since she was used to boys being at her beck and call because of how pretty she was, and she was sure that a junior like me would be more than elated that someone like her showed interest in me.

While Camila herself looked like she wanted to jump in the air in relief and rejoice that I wasn't interested in her daughter like she thought I would be because of my previous statements that made me sound like I was greedy for all the women in the world.

But seeing how Camila was reacting to my behavior made me wonder if she would actually let her daughter join our 'family' if I was interested in her, as even though it wasn't the ideal situation for her she seemed like she would still reluctantly agree to it...