God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 608: Distracting Phone Call

The phone's ringtone sliced through the steamy haze of the living room, its distinct chime halting Kafka mid-thought and making Abigaille tense against him, her plush breasts still quivering from his earlier teasing.

Bella paused too, her lips hovering over his neck, her blue eyes darting between them as she caught the sudden shift in their postures. She pulled back slightly, her brows knitting as she tilted her head, her voice a soft, puzzled whine over the loud, wet kisses she'd been planting on his skin.

"Daddy, Auntie, why're you both getting so stiff all of a sudden? It's just a phone call, we can ignore it, right? We've got way more important stuff going on here!"

She leaned in again, her lips smacking noisily against his neck in a playful bid to reclaim the mood.

Kafka chuckled, as he gently pushed her back, his hand lingering on her shoulder with a crooked smile. "Not just anyone, Bella—this is Auntie Olivia, my second mom calling."

"...Do you still want to ignore the call after hearing that?"

His voice carried a teasing edge, but his eyes flickered with something, sharper as he glanced toward the phone on the coffee table, still chiming relentlessly.

Bella's reaction was instant—she straightened up like a soldier snapping to attention, her spine rigid as her hands dropped from his chest, her face paling beneath her lingering blush.

"Mother-in-law?!" She squeaked, her voice trembling with shock and fear as her wide eyes locked onto the phone.

She'd never met Olivia, but she remembered that one call with her mom to plan for their sauce business—Olivia's voice, cold and monotone, cutting through like a blade, leaving her stammering even through the safety of a phone screen.

It had scared her stiff, and now the thought of that formidable woman—Kafka's second mother calling them made her freeze, her playful kisses stopping cold as respect and dread washed over her.

Kafka's chuckle deepened, his grin widening as he watched her, finding her panicked stiffness adorable.

His smile then faltered, his brow furrowing as he noticed his mother's expression—her lips pressed tight, her hands clutching her top like a lifeline, her eyes fixed on the phone with a worry he hadn't expected.

"Mm, what's with you, Mom?" He asked, his voice softening as he tilted his head, concern threading through his playful tone. "I get Bella freaking out—her Auntie's intense, sure—but why're you looking so worried? You're usually happy when she calls."

Abigaille swallowed hard, her voice low and unsteady as she met his gaze, her fingers tightening around the fabric.

"I-I don't know, Kafi. Normally, I am happy—she hardly ever calls, you know how busy she is. It's always me reaching out to her, chattering away while she listens. But right now...something feels off."

"...I can't explain it it's like a gut feeling, like she's calling because something's wrong. Something bad."

Her words hung heavy, her instincts prickling with unease, and it made Kafka's eyes narrow, a flicker of doubt creeping into his mind.

He trusted his mother's intuition—her gut was rarely wrong, and if she felt this, there might be more to Olivia's call than a casual hello.

He exhaled sharply, nodding as he gestured toward the phone. "Alright—no use guessing. Pick it up, Mom, see what's going on. Put it on speaker so we can all hear."

Abigaille nodded, her movements slow and hesitant as she reached for the phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she swiped the screen and tapped the speaker button.

The ringing stopped, replaced by a silence that stretched across the room, and then a voice emerged—chilly, beautiful, and unmistakably monotone, slicing through the air with precision.

"Hello, Abi..." She said, Olivia's emotionless tone filling the space, her words quick and direct. "...Why aren't you talking?...I can't hear you, are you there?"

The sound of her voice sent a shiver down Bella's spine, her earlier fear surging back as she pressed herself closer to Kafka, while Kafka's lips twitched into a faint smirk, his concern tempered by a spark of mischief as he glanced at Bella, her trembling form clinging to him.

And while Abigaille fumbled with a response, "O-Olivia, hi, I'm here, just—just a second!" He leaned down, his hand sliding to the back of Bella's neck, caressing the soft skin there with a soothing touch.

Her eyes flicked up to him, wide and questioning, but before she could protest, he unzipped his pants with a slow motion, freeing his fat, erect cock—a thick, towering shaft that stood proud like a tall tree, pulsing with need.

Bella's breath caught, her eyes ballooning as she stared at it, her voice a flustered whisper.

"Daddy—what—?!" He cut her off, his hand guiding her closer as he murmured, his voice a low, coaxing growl.

"Keep going, sweetheart—finish what you started. Suck Daddy off while your Auntie takes the call."

She choked, her blush flaring as she shook her head, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"I—I can't, Daddy! Not with Auntie Olivia on the phone it's disrespectful! And—and way too embarrassing! What if she hears? What if Auntie gets mad?"

Her eyes darted to Abigaille, then the phone, her fear of Olivia's chilling presence clashing with her desire to please him.

Kafka's grin softened, his hand stroking her neck as he pulled her in closer, his cock brushing her cheek as he soothed her.

"Shh—it's alright, Bella. Nothing to worry about, Daddy's got you. Your Auntie Olivia won't know a thing, and Auntie Abigaille is too busy to care."

"...Just be good—suck me nice and quiet, and we'll all be happy."

His voice was a command, his touch firm but gentle, and despite her nerves, Bella's resolve crumbled under his gaze, her love for him outweighing her fear.

With a shaky breath, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick his cock—slow, tender strokes that traced the thick veins, her lips trembling as she tried to keep it silent.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"H-Hi, Olivia, sorry, I'm here now—what's going on?"

She kept one eye on the phone, her ears straining to catch Olivia's voice over Abigaille's nervous greeting, her sucking soft and careful, her tongue swirling around his tip as she fought to please him without making a sound, her heart pounding with thrill and dread.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Olivia's voice then cut through the speaker, cold but edged with a faint concern that felt rare for her.

"Abi, what's going on over there? You sound rattled? What's got you so off-balance when you're usually so cheerful when you pick up the phone to the extent you even have a happy conversation with the salesperson selling you a loan?"

Her words were direct, piercing, and Abigaille's eyes widened, her gaze darting to her left where Bella knelt, her lips wrapped devotedly around her son's throbbing shaft, her head bobbing slightly with each careful suck.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

A flush blazed across Abigaille's face, her breath catching as she fumbled for an answer, her voice pitching high with flustered haste.

"Oh, n-nothing at all, Olivia! Really, it's nothing—I-I was just surprised you called, that's all! You know it's usually me ringing you up, so it caught me off guard—ha, silly me!"

There was a pause on the line, a beat of silence that felt heavier than it should, before Olivia responded, her tone flat but tinged with a dry self-awareness.

"Is it really so surprising?...Well, I suppose it is—I'm not exactly the one who calls, am I? You're always the one calling me, chattering away about your day while I listen."

She let out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, her voice softening just a fraction as she continued.

"It's just that I got a break from work today, things slowed down for once, so l thought I'd call you. Check in."

"...Is that alright or are you busy right now?"

Abigaille's eyes flicked back to Bella, who was now gazing up at Kafka's balls with a reverent, lustful focus as her tongue lapped quietly, her lips glistening with effort.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

She gulped, her voice rushing out in a flustered burst as she forced a smile into her words.

"Of course it's alright, Olivia! I'm always free for your calls—always! And I'm so happy you did, really—it's so good to hear from you!"

Her hands fidgeted with the phone, her gaze darting between the erotic scene beside her and the invisible presence on the line, her mind scrambling for a distraction.

"So—uh—how's everything going with your work? How's it all holding up? And when are you coming back home after tying things up in the city and all that?"

Kafka smirked, his hand resting lightly on Bella's head as she worked, his ears perked to the conversation.

Olivia's work wasn't some mundane employee gig as Abigaille's question carried weight because Olivia was a titan in her own right.

She'd built a real estate empire from scratch, starting as a scrappy agent in college, hustling through late nights and cutthroat deals until she owned a decent-sized agency that raked in serious money.

Years of grit and perseverance had paid off, and now she was trying to sell it all to retire from the chaos of city life and join Kafka and Abigaille in their quiet town for a peaceful existence, something they both craved after decades of urban grind.

But sadly, it wasn't that simple.

One of her partners, a major stakeholder, had sold his shares to a wretched bastard who was throwing wrenches into her plans—refusing to let her sell unless he agreed, dragging her into endless legal battles that kept her away from her family, which was why she hadn't seen her family in months since she was constantly tanged in some sort of issue.

Olivia's voice came through again, steady but laced with a weary edge.

"It's the same as usual, Abi. No matter how many cases I file, no matter how many disputes I push, he's got his team of lawyers—slimy little weasels—who either tangle everything up or bribe the judges in his favor."

"...It's a pain, always has been. I'm fighting tooth and nail, but he's relentless."

She paused, her voice cracking just enough to hint at frustration, though it quickly smoothed over.

Abigaille's brows furrowed, her voice rising with indignation as she clutched the phone tighter, her flustered state giving way to protective anger.

"That's despicable! What a horrible man! Why's he making it so hard for you for us? He barely knows us what's his problem?!"

Her eyes flicked to Kafka, then Bella, her cheeks still burning as she tried to focus on Olivia's words, the absurdity of the moment—her son's cock in Bella's mouth, clashing with her outrage.

There was another pause, longer this time, and Kafka's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening slightly in Bella's hair as he caught it—a subtle hitch in Olivia's silence, like she knew something she wasn't saying.

Abigaille didn't seem to notice, too caught up in her own whirlwind, but Kafka did, his brow lifting as suspicion flickered in his mind.

'What was she holding back?'

Olivia's voice then resumed, cool and even. "Who knows why he does it, some people just thrive on trouble...But don't worry about it, Abi, I've got it under control."

Abigaille wasn't convinced, her voice softening with concern as she leaned closer to the phone, her free hand twisting in her lap.

"Olivia, are you sure? You've been struggling with this alone for so long—maybe I should come there, help you out. I'm not just some housewife, you know, I was a damn good accountant back in the day, ran the numbers for the family business like a pro. I could support you, lighten the load. What do you say?"

Olivia's response was immediate, her tone firm and unyielding.

"No need, Abi, I can handle it. I've been dealing with worse than this for years. Besides, more important than the business, you've got Kafka to look after."

"...With him there, there's no way I'm letting you leave. He needs you more than I do right now."

Her voice shifted at his name, warming ever so slightly from its usual frost, a faint crack in her icy facade.

"Speaking of him, how's Kafi? What's he up to? Is he alright these days?"

Abigaille's face lit up, her nerves melting into excitement as she seized the chance to gush, her voice bubbling over with pride.

"Oh, Olivia, he's doing splendid! So much better than before—compared to the last time you saw him, he's a completely different man, like I told you! He's thriving out here, being the best son ever, really putting his all into it."

"...He's enjoying himself, making friends, building a life—tons of lovers...I mean a-acquaintances too!"

She gulped, her eyes darting to Bella, who was still sucking Kafka off with quiet, devoted precision, her lips stretched around his thick shaft, her tongue flicking softly as she gazed up at him.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

"He's—he's really settled in, you know? Couldn't ask for more!"

She said, her tone bright but unsteady, her gaze flickering to Bella's head bobbing softly as she kissed Kafka's tip with quiet, passionate devotion, her lips glistening in the dim light.

Olivia's voice came through the speaker, frosty but softened by a rare, reassured edge that hinted at relief.

"That's good, Abi...That's really good." She said, her words measured but carrying a weight of genuine gladness. "I've been worried about him, you know—after everything. So, hearing he's doing fine...It's a load off...Really."

Her tone held a faint warmth, a crack in her usual icy facade, as if the news of Kafka's well-being was a balm to some unspoken tension she'd been carrying.

Abigaille seized on it, her excitement bubbling over as she leaned closer to the phone, her voice rising with enthusiasm.

"Oh, it's amazing, Olivia—truly! He's come so far, you wouldn't believe it. You should come back, see it for yourself! See how much he's changed, how much better he's doing out here."

"...It's like night and day from before—he's thriving, honestly!"

Her hands gestured wildly, though Olivia couldn't see, her words tumbling out in a rush as she tried to paint the picture, her heart swelling with pride for her son.

But beneath her eager chatter, Abigaille's mind churned, a private whirlwind of thoughts she couldn't voice aloud...yet.

'Oh, but how's she going to react when she gets here?'

She wondered, her eyes flicking to Kafka, sprawled smugly on the couch, his hand resting in Bella's hair as she lavished his cock with soft, reverent kisses.

'When she finds out Kafi's got a whole harem of women—older ones like Nina and Camila, lovers who dote on him night and day, and now Bella too, this sweet little thing calling him Daddy, kissing him like that right now?'

'...Not to mention, me, his own mother as well?'

Her cheeks flushed deeper, a blend of amusement and apprehension swirling in her chest.

Olivia was formidable—cold, commanding, a woman who'd built an remarkable business with her bare hands.

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How would she take to this wild, steamy tangle of a family her son had built?

Would she approve, or would that icy stare of hers freeze them all in their tracks?