God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 135: Million? I’d Even Fight A Billion For You

"Now, let me guess..." Camila relaxed herself, knowing that I was only joking around and wouldn't do anything that would actually make her uncomfortable. "You still think that I'm really young and still need some kind of proof to prove that I'm not lying."

"Well, it's not like you've already proven your innocence when all you've done so far is show your little sister and father, so guess you still do, or else I might really go into depression and never forget about what happened today..." I said in an unconcerned manner, which made her stare at me with a suspicious gaze in her eyes.

"...Why do I feel that you actually won't be that bothered about what happened even if I don't prove that I'm probably older than your mother and that you're actually just playing with me right now for the fun of it?" Camila stared at me closely to see if I gave anything away.

"We can always test that out by just letting me go now and seeing if I shut myself in my room for a week because of the trauma I faced today from your brutal rejection...But that is only if you're up for it and are willing to take a chance with this innocent heart of mine, that only did one sin, and that was falling for you." I said as I held my chest as if I were grabbing a hold of my waning heart in an exaggerated manner, which made it obvious to Camila that I was teasing her, especially with how I was blatantly mocking her with the smile on my face, which made her look at me in vexation.

But as much as she wanted to call me out for the act I was putting on, she was too kind to take the risk in case I actually feel down in the dumps after what happened today, so she said in a reluctant manner,

"Fine. I'll believe what you're saying for now...But if even an actual photo of my family can't prove how old I am, then what exactly can?" She looked at me for any suggestions.

"Oh, right!" She exclaimed, like she just realised the most easy way to prove one's age. "I can just show you my ID card with my date of birth written on it in bold letters!"

"Why didn't I just think of something so obvious in the first place?...No, even if I forgot, why couldn't you have just told me to do the same from the start, since we could've avoided much trouble and finished it so easily?" She asked as her eyes darted at me so that she could also drag me with her, so that she didn't seem like the only absent-minded person here who forgot the most obvious option before her.

"Oh, I already thought of asking for your ID, and it was the first thing that came to my mind..." I said, which made her roll her eyes at how I was acting like a smarty-pants, and she looked like she was about to ask her why I didn't mention it.

But before she could, I answered the question myself by saying, "But since you were so eagerly showing off your family pictures, I thought of staying silent and listening to you since it was basically the same thing as spending time with you, which I really wanted to do since the moment I saw you."

"Spending time with me?" She asked as she narrowed her eyes. "Why are you making it seem like you actually enjoyed giving company to a bored housewife who's showing off her family since she has nothing else to do?"

"You probably would have a much more fun time spending your Sunday morning out with your friends, or anything else that doesn't involve a boring grownup like me, right?" She said with a distant look in her eyes, probably thinking of her daughter, who seemed to hate spending time with her mother, and lumped me in with her since we were both young.

"Why would you assume that?" I said, knowing that I couldn't let her deprecate herself in such a way, and bent down to her level so that I could meet her gaze, and said in a sincere tone so that she knew that there wasn't a single lie in my words,

"Just know that on this day, in this moment, and in this period of time, there is nothing I would want to do other than spend time with my beautiful neighbour next door that I couldn't help but fall in love with."

Swish~

When she heard my direct confession, which made her embarrassed no matter how many times she had already heard it, she turned away to avoid my heartfelt gaze.

But I didn't fully allow her to do so and gently held her by the chin, pulled her back towards me so that her limpid eyes were looking right at mine, and said firmly with a slight smile on my face,

"So don't you ever put yourself down in that way ever again, as I promise you that a million people would line up on your doorstep if they heard that there was a chance that they could talk to someone as wonderful and lively as you, who lightens up the place with your cheerful spirit wherever you go."

"...And know that I would be the first person in that long line, fighting off all those people so that I could have you all to myself." I said with a cheeky smile on my face, which made her pale cheeks flush, and she looked at me with an embarrassed look on her face.

"...Y-You would be willing to fight a million people just for me?" She asked a question she seemed to have been debating in her head about whether to say or not, since it wasn't something a married woman like her should be saying to someone who was obviously going after her hand in love, but decided to say it in the end since she was too curious to know my answer.

"For you, the person I fell for at first sight, I would be willing to do anything..."

I said as I gave her nose a little poke so she knew exactly who I was talking about, and let her go.

And even though my answer to her question was quite short, it was more than enough to make her understand how deeply I felt about her, which was quite obvious by the way she was intently looking at me even after I let her go, as if she was wondering if there was anyone else in this world who was bold enough to say such words to her and actually make her feel that they would keep their promise in the end, like I did.

And while she was staring at me in a dreamy daze, she seemed to have remembered that she was married and already had someone who was bound by duty to fight for her and shook her head with a helpless smile on her face, realising that all the thoughts she had were simply fantasies at the end of the day because of her current situation.

She then looked at me with a teasing look on her charming face and said,

"You know that you shouldn't be saying such things to a woman who's not only married and has a daughter, but also old enough to be your mother, right?" She poked me in the chest, just like I poked her, and swirled it around in a playful manner.

"Well, we don't really know if what you're saying is true, so it should be fine for now while you're still a lonely flower at the peak that's waiting to be plucked by me." I said as I caught her hand and tried to pull her closer to me.

But she didn't comply with my wishes and swiftly snatched her hand back from my grasp, and said, while looking at me with a bewitching gaze,

"Then why don't you sit on the sofa over there and make yourself at home while I bring my ID and show you that I'm not a single flower in a pot but a flower that belongs in a bouquet full of other flowers called my family." She pointed at the fluffy white sofa behind me and turned around to go get her ID from another room, while I watched her cheeks that were bulging out of her blue jeans seductively move up and down as she walked away and though that I could accept that she and her daughter were pretty flowers in a bunch.

But her husband was definitely not a dainty flower and more like a rotten potato that belonged in a vegetable basket than a bouquet.