God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 141: You Really Aren’t Mine

"You know if you keep on talking to a married woman like me in such a dirty way, I might just tell your mother and make her teach you some manners of how to treat your elders~..." Camila said in a coquettish manner to make sure that I didn't go too over her head and bully her while poking my abdomen as if she were checking if the rest of my body was as hard as my chest.

"Try it..." I said endearingly as I slipped my hand under her blouse and pulled on her bra strap that was hanging on her shoulder, like I was ready to pull it off at any moment. "...You'll see what happens then."

Camila immediately quieted down in a reluctant and pityful manner and looked to be wondering just why she was taking orders from a kid who wasn't even born when she was in college and how she couldn't resist any word that I said.

She even looked up at me with a doubtful gaze, as if she were wondering if I had put a charm spell on her or something. But she shook her head, thinking what a childish idea that was.

And I thought that she was simply weak towards men like me, who were gentle and compassionate most of the time, but became tyrannical and unruly at the moments that mattered the most, which seemed to always make her loins heat up and look at the other party like she was an animal in heat.

"...And I don't even think that my mother would care too much about who I'm seeing since she's quite open-minded and spoils her son a lot, so I don't think there's any use of you complaining to her." freewёbnoνel.com

Well, I'm sure she wouldn't be too bothered before, since she was actually an understanding parent who would be happy as long as her son was. But now that I was pursuing her as a lover and wasn't simply her son anymore, she wouldn't be too happy to know that I was already going after another girl. And I had to deal with that situation somehow so that we could all coexist peacefully as a family.

"She may be open-minded, but do you think she's understanding enough to accept a married woman who's older than her as her daughter-in-law?" Camila's eyes darted up at me as she waited for my response with a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, she may not be that open-minded...But we don't even know if you're married in the first place, so whatever you're saying right now is completely invalid."

I tried to steer away from this topic since it would be quite awkward when she learned about my relationship with my mother later on. And I don't exactly know how she will react when she finds out that the person she thought was my mother was my lover as well.

"Well, it isn't invalid anymore, since I've got my ID card right here with me that has more than enough evidence to prove all my claims." Camila said, excited that she could finally prove her innocence.

"Now, just where did I put it?" She looked around to see where the card was. "...Oh right, I put it in my back pocket."

And just as she was about to get up and take her card from her pants, I pushed her back down onto the sofa and said,

"It's okay, you don't need to get up...Let me take it for you."

I then took my hands off her shoulder and slid them down her slender back until I reached her pants, which made her shiver from the sensation of my fingers running down her spine and made her bite her lips so that she didn't let out a whimper.

Slide~

Her back was like a smooth valley that inclined into a massive mountain when I reached her round butt, so I could say that my hand really enjoyed its journey down her back.

Grope~ Grope~

After groping her ass a little in the name of checking if what I was touching was her ass or a soft cushion on the sofa, which made her glare at me with a blush on her face, wondering if I was helping her or taking advantage of her, I slid my fingers into one of the two back pockets on her jeans and wriggled them around to get the card inside.

"N-No, not that one...The other one~" Camila groaned from the ticklish sensation of my fingers moving inside her pocket, which were indirectly stroking and teasing her cheek, which felt so supple and comfortable to touch.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's in this pocket...I just have to dig deeper to find it." I grinned while pushing my entire hand into her pocket and grabbed as much of her soft flesh as I could, and started squeezing her round butt as if her card would only appear if I did so.

Jump~

Camila jerked up and jumped from her seat when she suddenly felt her ass get groped. But she couldn't go anywhere with my hands in her pocket holding her back, and went right back to her seat where she could do nothing but watch as her ass got played around with.

Dig~ Dig~

"Noo, Kafka!~ It really isn't in that pocket!...You won't find anything there, no matter how much you dig inside there!~" She exclaimed when she felt my hand trying to enter the crevice between her cheeks, and she quickly pulled my hand out of her ass in a panic so that I didn't go any further.

"Oh, sorry, sorry~ I thought for sure that it was inside that pocket and made a small mistake." I casually apologised, which made her glare at me like she was telling me that she wasn't dumb and she knew what I was trying to do.

I ignored her fiesty gaze and quickly pulled the card out of her other pocket. And even though I wanted to play around her other cheeks as well, I didn't dare to do so since she looked like she would bite me if I did.

But even though I couldn't grope her ass again, I swiped her card against my nose and took in a deep breath of the card that'd been squeezed between her ass this whole while, which was just as embarassing as having her ass groped for Camila.

"You dirty pervert!~" She scoffed and looked away with a blush, wondering if everyone in my generation was as devious as I was.

I simply smiled at her lovable behaviour that made me want to coddle her so much and then took a look at her ID card, while playing with her earrings on her ears, which made a jingling noise whenever I flicked them.

"So what do you have to say now, Kafka, now that you've seen my ID card?" Camila leaned towards me while pushing her breasts onto my arm, and she asked with a victorious look on her face. "Do you finally believe what I have been telling you all along and are willing to apologise for calling me a liar?"

"Wait, I haven't even seen your information yet, so give me a second." I said as I stared at her ID, which looked the same as what you would see back on Earth with the same old information. But it had an additional tag called 'Variant', which probably has something to do with the different types of humans in this world.

"Huh? What's taking you so long?" She said with a confused look on my face, thinking that I was stalling for time to avoid embarrassing myself. "Can't you just take a look at my date of birth and my partner's name to see that I'm not lying?"

"...Oh no, the thing is, I haven't even moved onto that part of your ID, since I'm still stuck on seeing just how cute this photo of you looks." I said as I stared at her picture on the card where she was smiling so brightly, which I'm pretty sure would've made the cameraman who took the photo think of that moment for the rest of his week.

"Usually even the most beautiful woman look kinda off in any document issued by the government...But my Camila somehow seems to manage to look good wherever she goes, to the point that even this licence photo looks like it's been taken in a studio."

"Hmph!~ Who's your Camila?!~"

She said as she turned away in embarrassment and looked like she was expecting me to reply with one of my usual arrogant remarks about how she would definitely be mine.

But she was shocked when she heard the exact opposite of what she was thinking, when I casually agreed to her statement and said,

"...Yeah, I guess you really aren't my Camila, since it says in your ID that you really do have a husband just like you said and have a daughter of your own as well."

Camila didn't expect to hear such words from me and was surprised I would ever say something like that when I was so adamant on making her mine before, to the point I made an open challenge at her husband.

And was surprised that very same person who spoke so much about stealing her away was now casually saying that he didn't really care about her anymore after confirming that she was married and had a child of her own, as if all her worth was lost the moment her past was revealed to me.