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

Chapter 230: Like Mother, Like Daughter

"What's going on here, Camila? Didn't you say that Bella really liked her father since he let her act on her whims...Then why is she acting like she wants nothing more in the world than to see him burn to ashes?" I whispered to Camila, while I watched Bella glare at the pictures of her father on the wall, and she looked like she was contemplating whether she should tear them out of rage.

"I don't know...She's what others would call a Daddy's girl and always calls him lovingly whenever he's mentioned since her father always takes her side over mine, even if she's in the wrong, and she's quite fond of him because of that." Camila whispered back, unable to believe that her daughter had suddenly started to hate her father.

"...So I don't really understand why she's acting out like this out of nowhere and can't really wrap my head around it, and I'm honestly as confused as you are."

"Could she have hit puberty again and be entering her rebellious period against her parents?" I asked.

"She's already finished that arc of her life using me as the parent she always fought with, so I highly doubt that." Camila sighed, remembering all the arguments she had with her daughter when she was a teenager. "...But no matter how we speculate about what's going on, it's better to just ask her directly about what happened."

"B-Bella honey, I really want to say that you shouldn't jump around on the sofa like that, since it's quite expensive and took me a lot of effort to buy...But more importantly, could you tell me why you're so angry at your father?"

Camila hesitantly asked her daughter, who was starting to calm down after realising that she had lost her cool and ended up saying some unwanted things that she seemed to want to keep to herself.

"Your father may not have been the best father out there with how he spoiled you or a decent husband who never cared for his wife. But I'm still surprised that you're willing to curse him to such extents as if he's done something unforgivable...So could you tell me what happened so that we can slowly talk this out as a family?"

"No mom...I really don't want to talk about that now, as I want to confront him for what he did myself when he comes back home..." Bella said in a determined manner while clenching her fists.

"I might tell you about what happened later if I feel like it and want to take it off my chest, but for now, don't ask me about it since I just don't want to think about such things for now and want to relax myself in the holidays."

First the matter of the creep she talked about, and then the sudden hatred for her father...She really came with some heavy emotional baggage, didn't she, and is using her home as a refuge to block all those unnecessary thoughts, unlike the simple holiday excuse she gave before.

"...And as long as you don't mention that man again, Kafka can do whatever he wants with you, and I won't say a word to him even if he specifically comes and asks me who's been touching his wife while he's been away, so you don't have to worry about anything, mom, since my lips are sealed and you can do anything you want with the young man before you."

Bella joked with a smile on her face, seeing that her mother was going to go through the same treatment she did, which seemed to lighten her mood, and she acted as if she were keeping a scandalous secret to see her mother's flustered reaction.

And it worked out just like she wanted, as Camila blushed when she heard her daughter's misleading words and quickly corrected her in a panic, saying,

"Young lady!

Don't mix your words around like that and make it out to be some sort of weird misunderstanding, as Kakfa here is simply helping me out here, and there's nothing else to it, like you think!...Isn't that right, Kafka?!" Camila asked for my confirmation in a desperate manner so that she could back up her story, not realising that her daughter was simply playing around with her, which showed how guilty she was for having a secret relationship with me while keeping her daughter in the dark about the matter.

"Of course, there's no other meaning behind Kafka's actions, mom, and he's genuinely helping you out of good will..." Bella said as if it were obvious while wondering why her mother was panicking so much when it was so clear that she was just joking around.

"Why are you acting as if you two are actually doing something scandalous, since something like you two having certain feelings towards one another when he's younger than your own daughter is simply impossible?"

"If there's anyone here that Kafka could have certain naughty thoughts while touching the other person's naked b-body it's only me, since we're around the same age group and he's more aware of me compared to you, who's probably an old auntie in his eyes..." Bella blushed as she felt the remaining warmth of my hands on her chest and looked at me with narrow eyes, as if she were asking if what she said was true.

"Well, even though I did all the things I did to genuinely help you out, I will admit that I did have some dirty thoughts while I was carressing your chest since it really is impossible not to when I have my hands on such beautiful breasts..."

I honestly replied to her doubt, which made her raise her eyebrows and blush in surprise at my shameless answer, and she couldn't help but look at me in intrigue, like she had never met a man as bold as me before since this world was full of pathetic men who could only look down on women from the shadows and groups and didn't dare to directly confront them.

And because of my innate shamelessness, she grew even more interested in me, even though she was still a little scared of me from before and didn't dare act out as much as she did before and treat me carelessly just because I was her junior.

"T-Then what about my mother's breasts, Kafka?...What do you think of them, and how do you think that they compare to mine?"

And to both me and Camila's shock, Bella also suddenly asked some bold questions in return, as it seemed like it was the first time she could talk about such sensual matters without being judged, since she had figured out that I was a very open-minded person who didn't really care about what others said, no matter how outrageous it was, since I myself said even more absurd stuff.

And she wanted to take this opportunity to tease her mother for abandoning her and also indulge in such a conversation that she had never had with anyone else before, which seemed to excite her, judging by the keen look in her eyes as she looked down at her mother's flustered face when she heard what her daughter asked, which made me wonder if her daughter was just like her mother and had some incestuous tendencies as well, which she was starting to provoke at the thought of me caressing her mother's chest while she watched it all...