God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 140: Just Watch Me...

And as the first step to giving her the love she deserved but never got, I said,

"Oh, so it's fine to do anything as long as it's something that resembles a friendly getsure?...Then something like this should be fine, right?"

Chu!~

Before she could reply to my statement and shyly nod her head to tell me that she was fine with any friendly actions, she felt her silky bangs get pushed aside and saw my lips come down from above and firmly plant a firm kiss on her forehead.

When I pulled my lips from her forehead, which was rising in temperature by the second, I saw her cherry-red face frozen in shock, never expecting me to actually kiss her.

She then slowly turned her head towards me like a mechanical robot that had its circuits fried and asked,

"...A-A kiss on the forehead?...T-That's considered to be a friendly gesture?"

"Of course it is~" I said casually. "Have you not seen others kiss each other on the cheeks as a way of greeting one another? It's similar to that."

"And if you think that it's still not a friendly gesture, then I can just kiss you on your cheek like this, like everyone else does, instead of on your forehead."

Chu!~

I said to her surprise, and before she could react, I bent down and kissed her left cheek, which was already flushed in a shade of red, which made that specific spot where I kissed her even more red.

"Why do you look so suprised?" I asked after seeing the dazed look on her face, like she had just entered into a dreamland of her own. "...Do you not like this 'friendly gesture' of mine?"

"N-No, that's not it!" She quickly said so that I didn't misunderstand. And then placed her hand on the place where I kissed her on the cheek and said, "I-It's just that it's been so long since anybody has ever kissed me, and I was just caught in the moment of remembering what it feels like to receive one..."

"Does your so-called husband not kiss you at all?" I asked as I played with her earlobes that were as soft as cotton, which she seemed to enjoy with how she was smiling, like she found it to be ticklish.

"No, his pride is too high for him to give me any attention himself and always expects me to do something for him, since he belongs to the sort of men that find it relishing to have a wife that's much smarter than them under their control since it gives them a feeling of power over their wives, which was one of the reasons we stopped having any physical contact with each other many many years ago, when I found out just what sort of man he actually was..."

Camila said as she clutched her fists in a frustrated manner, like she had been tricked and betrayed by her husband, which made me wonder just what their story was and how they even got together since I'm pretty sure that Camila would never settle for such a petty man and would look for someone who treated her as an equal and cherished her for who she was.

"Well, whether your husband gives you any attention or not doesn't matter any more, since from here on forth you have your next door neighbour who will cross the street for you at any time of the day or not to give you however many kisses you want in the place of your husband, and shower you in love that you are meant to receive for being the amazing woman you are.." I said as I held her closer in my embrace and rocked ourselves sideways in a merry manner, which made her giggle at how we currently looked like a young couple that was having a wholesome Sunday morning with one another.

"Judging by what you're saying, it looks like you're trying to completely replace my husband all together and become my actual husband in his place by the end..." Camila smirked and predicted exactly what I was trying to do.

She then looked up at me with a doubtful look on her face, like she found it funny that I was talking so big when it was actually impossible to do what I say, and said,

"...But can you really do something like replace my husband's place in my life, when you're just a kid who hasn't even graduated school yet and is still living in your mother's house?"

I didn't take any offence to her comment, as I knew she was just joking with me and understood why she would think that way, since I was basically a little kid who reeked of his mother's milk in her eyes and didn't seem like someone who could actually cast her husband aside and support an adult like her in his place.

I just simply looked down at her with a carefree smile on my face and said with absolute confidence in my eyes,

"You might be laughing right now, Camila, since what's happening right now might all be fun and games for you, with nothing actually happening in the end...But watch me, Camila..." I said as I lightly pinched her earlobe so that she clearly heard what I say.

"...Watch me as I take you away from your husband and make you completely mine and mine only, and make you warm up our bed every night where we'll make sweet, passionate love all night until the sun rises."

"Just watch me..."

The smug face on Camila's face disappeared and was replaced with a look of premonition, as if, for some reason, beyond all the barriers that were standing in my way, I could do what I promised without much hassle, which she didn't know how to feel about.

All she did know was that after I became her next-door neighbour and entered her monotonous life, her life wasn't going to be the same ever again, which made her feel worried and excited at the same time for what the future held for her.