God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 571 : Kissing Triangle

Camila was the first to react, her tongue darting out to lick her lips—still glistening with a blend of their saliva, as she let out a nervous, breathy laugh.

"Oh...Well, this is awkward." She muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she sat back slightly, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. "The thing is you were, uh, brooding again, Kafka. And we were just...bringing you back. Right, girls?"

Nina, her face burning a vivid red, scrambled to pull herself together, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if that could erase the evidence of their fervor.

"Y-Yeah, exactly!" She stammered, her voice a little too loud, a little too quick. "You were muttering all dark and gloomy, and Abi said kissing you snaps you out of it, so we...we just...you know, teamed up!"

"...It wasn't—It wasn't supposed to get this intense, I swear!"

Abigaille, still sandwiched between them, clasped her hands together, her eyes wide and flustered as she nodded vigorously.

"It's true, Kafi!" She piped up, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and earnestness. "You looked so scary, like you were about to go off and do something terrible, and I remembered how a kiss worked last time, so I started, and then...then they joined in, and it just...escalated!"

"...We didn't mean to take advantage of you, I promise!"

Kafka tilted his head, his grin widening as he wiped a hand across his cheek, his fingers coming away slick with their combined efforts.

"So you didn't just take advantage of my daze, huh?" He said, his tone teasing as he raised an eyebrow. "I'll say. I feel like I've been mauled by a trio of very enthusiastic puppies. My face is utterly drenched."

"...Did you all take turns licking me or something? Because I'm pretty sure I taste all three of you right now."

Camila smirked, regaining her composure as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "

Oh, don't act so innocent, Kafka." She quipped, her voice dropping into that sultry lilt she wielded so well. "We might've gotten carried away, but you weren't exactly complaining in your little daydream."

"...Besides, it worked, didn't it? You're not all gloomy anymore—mission accomplished."

Nina groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking out at him.

"Mission accomplished, sure, but did it have to get this messy?" She muttered, her voice muffled. "I mean, I didn't sign up for...whatever this was. One minute we're trying to help, and the next I'm tasting Camila and Abigaille on his face—how does that even happen?!"

Kafka chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through all three of them despite their embarrassment.

"Sounds like you three had quite the party while I was out of it." He said, his eyes flicking between them with a knowing glint. "I'm flattered, honestly—my mother and two of my women all teaming up to kiss me back to reality."

"...But seriously, what was going on? Were you fighting over me or just...experimenting? Because my lips feel like a battlefield right now..."

"... Especially you Mom. I wasn't expecting you to fight along with a wolf and tiger when you're a adorable little bunny at most or maybe even a hamster."

Abigaille fidgeted, her cheeks still flushed as she tried to explain.

"N-No Kafi! It...it started out innocent, I swear!" She said, her voice soft but insistent. "I just wanted to help you, but then Camila and Nina got petitive, and I couldn't let them think I didn't love you just as much, so I jumped back in, and then...well, there wasn't much space, and it got a little...wild."

"A little wild?" Kafka echoed, his grin turning downright mischievous as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "My face is a swamp, Mom. I think you three went past 'a little wild' and straight into...what, a kissing war?"

"...I'm not sure if I should be thanking you or asking for a towel."

Camila laughed, a rich, throaty sound as she nudged Nina with her elbow. "Oh, come on, Kafka, don't pretend you didn't enjoy waking up to this. And Nina, stop acting so scandalized—you were right in there with us, licking up my marks like it was your last meal."

Nina's head snapped up, her eyes wide with indignation. "I-I was not!" She protested, though her blush betrayed her. "Okay, maybe I got caught up in it, but it's your fault for making it so...so weirdly hot!"

"...And I wasn't planning on tasting anyone but you Kafka, but then suddenly I'm in some kind of kissing triangle with these two!"

Kafka's laughter grew, his eyes sparkling with delight as he looked at them all.

"A kissing triangle, huh? That's a new one. Well, I can't say I mind the attention—though next time, maybe give me a heads-up so I can brace myself for the onslaught. I feel like I need a shower...or maybe I should just stay like this and savor it a little longer."

Abigaille let out a small, flustered squeak, her hands flying to her cheeks. "Kafi, don't tease us like that! We were just trying to help, and now I feel like we've made a mess of everything!"

Camila couldn't help but smile at Abigaille's adorable reaction, her lips curving warmly as she watched her little sister's flustered antics. "Oh, Abi, you're too precious." She murmured, her tone soft and affectionate.

But then her gaze shifted to Kafka, and the warmth in her expression faltered, replaced by a slight frown as she studied him more closely.

His face, still glistening from their earlier efforts, held a shadow she hadn't fully registered until now.

"Wait a minute..." She said, her voice sharpening with concern. "Kafka, why exactly were you looking like that a moment ago? All gloomy and vengeful—what was going on in that head of yours?" And before Kafka could even answer, she said with a somber look on her face, "It's because of what you heard about my husband, isn't it? I already know, so don't even try to deny it."

Kafka froze for a moment, his playful grin fading as he met Camila's worried eyes. The air grew heavier, the teasing lightness of their earlier exchange giving way to something more serious.

He hesitated, his jaw tightening, then let out a slow, heavy sigh. "Yeah, alright." He admitted, his voice low and rough, his gaze dropping briefly before returning to hers. "What you're saying is true. I...I couldn't help but get worked up when I heard about how that bastard treated you when you were pregnant."

"...Just thinking about it—him neglecting you, abandoning you when you needed him most—it makes my blood boil. I wanted to rip the skin off his flesh, tear him apart piece by piece for what he put you through."

His eyes darkened again, that familiar gloom creeping back in, his fists clenching unconsciously at his sides.

Camila's breath caught at the intensity in his voice, the raw anger simmering beneath his words.

And before he could sink further into that dark spiral, she acted on instinct, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him in a tight, fierce hug that took him by surprise.

Hug~

His body stiffened for a split second, but she held on, pressing her cheek against his chest, her warmth seeping into him. "Kafka you..." She said softly, her voice firm yet soothing. "...you don't need to talk about that man anymore. He's just someone from the past—someone not worth a single thought, not from you, not from any of us."

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes limpid and shimmering with a quiet strength, a tender smile breaking across her face.

"Let's only look forward, Kafka—to a future where all of us are here, together. That's what matters now."

Kafka's eyes flickered, the gloom wavering as he gazed down at her, the sincerity in her words piercing through the haze of his anger.

Hug~

And before he could respond, Nina and Abigaille moved in, their own arms encircling him from either side, their hugs overlapping with Camila's in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

Nina spoke up quickly, her voice bright and insistent as she pressed her face against his shoulder. "She's right, you know! What Camila said—it's exactly that. There's no need to even mention that guy anymore. He's gone, out of the picture, and you're here now."

"...You're the one who's going to do right by her, make up for everything he didn't. You're already doing it, Kafka—just look at how much you care. That's more than he ever did."

Abigaille nodded against his other side, her arms tightening around him as she chimed in, her voice soft but earnest. "Yes, Kafi, listen to them. That man doesn't deserve a place in your thoughts—or ours. You're the one we all love, the one who's here for us. I hate seeing you get so upset over someone so...so insignificant."

"...So, just know that you've got us now, and we've got you-that's what's real."

The three of them clung to him, their bodies pressed close, their gazes lifting to meet his with a desperate, pleading intensity.

Camila's eyes were steady and warm, Nina's sparkled with a fierce determination, and Abigaille's shimmered with a quiet, maternal devotion. The combined weight of their affection, their desperate need to pull him back from that dark edge, hung in the air like a tangible force.

Kafka looked down at them, his expression softening as a wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, damn." He said, his voice low and rough. "It's really hard to argue with you three when you're hugging me like this and looking up at me with those pitiful, pretty eyes. What am I supposed to do—say no to all this? You're making it impossible."

"...So, just like you said no more brooding. No more...murderous thoughts about your ex-husband...Well, atleast not for tonight."

Camila gave him a pointed look but nodded, satisfied. "Good." She murmured. "That's all we wanted to hear."

Nina snorted. "Not to mention, we'd hate to have to triple-kiss you into submission again." She winked, her cheeks still carrying a faint pink tinge from earlier.

Abigaille let out a shy laugh at the reminder. "Yes, let's not do that again. My poor heart can't handle the embarrassment…"

A beat passed, and the four of them lingered in that embrace—an odd, affectionate moment that felt both comforting and slightly hilarious, given the chaos that had erupted only minutes before.

Finally, Camila broke the silence. "Well..." She said, feigning a haughty toss of her hair. "Now that we've settled that, maybe we can focus on more important things—like how we're going to keep you in line if you ever slip into that mood again."

Kafka chuckled under his breath. "Oh, I'm sure you three have plenty of methods." He teased. "I mean, that last one was very...thorough."

He shot Nina and Abigaille a playful look, and both of them instantly flushed, recalling the spontaneous "wake-up call" they'd given him.

"All's fair in love and war." Nina mumbled, swatting him gently in mock annoyance.

Abigaille nodded, her cheeks still rosy but her voice light. "A-And it worked, so...yes. That's all that matters."

Camila just smirked, giving Kafka one last squeeze before finally letting him go. "Just remember." She said quietly, tapping his chest, right over his heart. "We're here. All of us. There's no need to get all gloomy or stew in anger alone."

Kafka's gaze flicked across each of them—Camila's steady reassurance, Nina's spirited concern, and Abigaille's quiet warmth. He felt a surge of gratitude welling up in him, tamping down the last remnants of the dark mood that had consumed him.

He smiled—soft, genuine, and free of the earlier weight. "Okay." He murmured, raising a hand to ruffle his mother's hair, then poking Nina's forehead lightly, earning him an indignant "Hey!" from her. Finally, he shot Camila a look that managed to be both exasperated and fond. "I'll behave."

Abigaille's smile blossomed as she watched Kafka slip back into his usual self, the playful glint in his eyes and the lightness in his demeanor washing away the last traces of her earlier worry.

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He was back—the Kafka she knew and adored and the relief that flooded her was apparent. She clasped her hands together, her heart feeling lighter than it had in minutes.

But then a sudden thought struck her, something crucial she'd nearly forgotten in the whirlwind of their chaotic affection. Her expression shifted, a flicker of concern creasing her brow as she turned to Nina, her voice soft but laced with genuine worry.

"Speaking of husbands." Abigaille began, her eyes locking onto Nina's with a tender intensity. "How are you holding up with your divorce? I know it's still fresh, and...well, I can only imagine how hard it's been for you."

"...And I also just want you to know I'm here, every step of the way, whenever you need me, Nina, so don't hesitate to rely on me during troubles times."