God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 716: If I Can’t See Them, They Can’t See Me

Chapter 716: If I Can’t See Them, They Can’t See Me

Kafka laughed, his voice a warm reassurance as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Come on, Mom, it’s fine.” He said, his tone light, his hand steady on the handlebars. “Mom rides up front like this all the time, and she doesn’t care one bit. She sits there with her chest all puffed out, proud as anything, like she’s the queen of the road.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, his heart racing with mischief.

“So, why can’t you do the same? Own it, Mom, be proud you’re rocking the princess seat!”

“That’s…That’s because she’s Abi, Kafi, and I’m not!” Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her voice a flustered protest as she shook her head. “She’s all extroverted and cuddly, and never cares about what anyone thinks, always chatting up strangers like it’s nothing.”

“…And because of that friendly and fluffy nature of hers, she can handle people staring and she probably even loves it!”

She then glanced back at him, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur, her heart racing with vulnerability.

“But I’m not like that, okay? I’m…I’m actually a lot like you in a way. I get nervous around people, social anxiety and all that…I know it’s hard to believe, but I can’t handle situations like this. It’s too embarrassing!”

Kafka’s brow furrowed, his voice a surprised murmur as he glanced at her, completely caught off guard by her admission.

“Social anxiety? You, Mom?” He asked, his tone incredulous, his eyes flicking to her face. “No way, how’s that possible? You run a whole business, deal with big clients, all that scary stuff, and Mom says people are terrified of you when you get that cold, serious face!”

“…So, how can you have social anxiety?”

“Well the truth is I do, Kafi.” Olivia shook her head, her voice a soft confession as she kept her eyes forward. “I just hide it really well, so no one really notices.”

“Every time I meet new people, I’m a nervous wreck inside, but I put on a face, you know?…I’ve learned to fake it for work, but it doesn’t mean I’m comfortable.”

She glanced back at him, her voice dropping to a shy whisper, her heart aching with vulnerability.

“So this everyone staring, laughing, it’s a lot for me. I’m not like Abi, okay?..That’s why, I’m begging you, can we please just stop so I can move to the back?”

“Nope, sorry, Mom, you’re staying right here.”

But Kafka shook his head to her shock, his voice a firm but gentle refusal as he kept his eyes on the road, his heart warmed by her honesty.

“This is your chance to face that anxiety head, on. You’re not hiding in the back, not today…Besides, you look adorable up there, and I’m not letting you miss out on the best seat just because a few people are smiling.”

He leaned closer, his voice softening with encouragement, his eyes glinting with warmth.

“Own it, Mom. Let them stare. You’re riding with your son, rocking the princess seat, and you’re killing it…Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“Kafi, you’re such a bully!” She huffed, her tone sharp but cute, her hands crossing over her chest. “You’re teasing me with this public humiliation, and you don’t even care! I’m sitting here, practically dying of embarrassment, and you’re just laughing it off!”

She glanced at the sidewalk, her voice dropping to a pleading murmur, her heart racing with desperation.

“So please, I’m begging you, let me sit in the back, or…”

“…Or I’m just going to close my eyes so I don’t have to see anyone staring!” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Olivia blurted out, her voice high-pitched and panicked as she clung to the front seat of the scooter like her life depended on it.

Kafka almost swerved from laughing so hard. “Close your eyes? Really, Mom?” He teased, his grin wide and his voice dripping with amusement. “That’s your big plan to avoid all the attention? Just shut your eyes like a little kid playing hide and seek?”

“Yes!” She huffed, her face red as a tomato. “If I can’t see them, they can’t see me!”

Kafka snorted, trying to keep the scooter steady. “Oh no, Mom, I don’t think that’s how visibility works.” He said, his tone playful. “But fine. Try it. Go ahead. Close those eyes tight. Let’s see how long you last.”

“Hmph!” Olivia puffed out her cheeks, clearly unwilling to give her son the satisfaction of winning this argument. “Fine, Kafi, you win! I’m closing my eyes right now!” She shut them with exaggerated force, her hands clasped in her lap. “See? Totally shut. I’m not opening them until we get to the café. No matter what!”

Kafka chuckled, his voice low and mischievous. “You say that, but…I give you five minutes before you peek.”

“You’re underestimating me.” Olivia shot back, her voice smug despite her eyes being closed. “As long as I put my will into it, I can do anything. I won’t be tempted by silly distractions.”

“Really?” Kafka’s lips curled into a grin as he drove them into the bustling neighborhood town. “Well then…oh wow, Mom, look! They’re setting up a giant new slide right there in the park!”

Olivia flinched. “A slide?” She murmured to herself, her voice tight. Her eyelids fluttered for a brief second before she pressed them shut again. “Nope. Not falling for it.”

“You sure? It’s huge. Like, I swear it wasn’t there yesterday!”

She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to ignore the itch of curiosity burning in her chest.

But after a moment, she cracked one eye open, just a little peek, and instantly locked eyes with a random stranger who was staring at her and giggling.

Horrified, Olivia slapped her eyes shut again.

“Ha! I knew it!” Kafka laughed, shaking his head. “You couldn’t resist, could you? One mention of a slide, and boom, there go Mom’s ironclad defenses.”

“B-Be quiet, Kafi!” She squeaked, her cheeks burning. “That doesn’t count. I was just….making sure you weren’t lying!”

“Uh, huh. Sure.” Kafka smirked, already plotting his next move. “Oh hey, they’re giving out free ice cream cones on the next street corner. Look at the size of those scoops!”

This time Olivia’s eyes flew open before she could even think.

“Wait, ice crea—” She froze mid-word, seeing nothing but a few school kids pointing and whispering, probably about her.

“You’re evil!” Olivia let out a tiny squeak and clamped her eyes shut again, covering her face with her hands.

Kafka roared with laughter, his chest shaking. “Oh Mom, you’re so gullible it’s actually adorable.”

“Hmph! I’m not gullible! I’m just…being cautious!” She pouted, crossing her arms.

But Kafka didn’t let up. Every few minutes, he came up with something new:

“Mom, did you see that? Someone’s walking a pet goat in a sweater!”

“Whoa, they’re handing out free goldfish bowls over there!”

“Is that…is that a famous movie star buying lemonade on the corner?!”

Each time, Olivia would twitch, her lips trembling as she fought her own curiosity, and then she’d crack one eye open, only to see nothing remotely close to what he described.

Instead, it was always another person staring at her and stifling laughter.

“That’s it!” She finally cried, puffing her cheeks in frustration. “You’re cheating, Kafi! You’re trying to tempt me on purpose!”

Kafka grinned, his heart swelling as he watched his mother pout and huff like a stubborn little girl. “Of course I am. You’re way too cute when you get flustered.”

Olivia turned even redder. “Stop calling me cute! I’m your mom!”

“Yeah, and you’re the cutest mom ever.” He gave her a playful pat on the head as they turned a corner. “Face it, Mom. You’ll never win against me.”

“Just you wait!” Olivia grumbled, eyes squeezed shut again, refusing to give in even as Kafka kept pointing out ‘interesting’ sights.

And yet, every single time, she still peeked.

Kafka glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his grin softening into something more tender.

She might be a tycoon when it came to real estate, sharp and cold, hearted when closing deals without batting an eye.

But with her son…she trusted him far too much, so much so that it was almost worrying. She was just too gullible when it came to him.

The thought made him smile.

Without thinking, he leaned forward slightly and nuzzled his face against her soft head, breathing in the faint scent of her hair.

‘I really am lucky.’ He thought warmly. ‘To have such an adorable mother.’

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