God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 709: Beast Of A Machine
Chapter 709: Beast Of A Machine
Olivia’s fingers hovered over the mix of keys in the bowl on the kitchen counter, her eyes darting from one to the next, a crease forming between her brows. Kafka also stepped up behind her, resting a light hand on her shoulder, his voice curious and casual.
“What’re you looking for, Mom? Forget your keys or something?”
Still scanning, her voice dropped as she brushed the remaining keys aside.
“It looks like Abi’s car key is missing.” She murmured, her tone laced with a subtle unease. “She must’ve already left, which means we’ll have to take mine into town.”
She glanced his way, a flicker of worry tightening in her chest as she searched his face for a reaction, while Kafka tilted his head, leaning in a little, still resting his hand on her shoulder, his voice colored with confusion.
“Why’re you looking so worried about that, Mom? I’m fine with your car—what’s the big deal? You’re acting like it’s some kind of scary monster or something.”
He chuckled, his grin light but puzzled as he tried to figure her out.
Olivia looked away, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse as her cheeks flushed.
“Well, it’s only natural I’d be a little hesitant, Kafi.” She said softly, her voice wavering with self-consciousness. “You and Abi were never exactly excited to ride in my car. You’d both get all tense, like you were about to board a death trap. I’d ask you to come out for a drive, and you’d find some excuse.”
“I know it’s not the most typical car out there, but it always made me feel like you didn’t want anything to do with it…I guess I didn’t want to put you in an awkward spot by bringing it up again.”
Her words came in a quick, nervous tumble, the past awkwardness still fresh in her mind.
Kafka’s eyebrows lifted. “Wait, what? I don’t even remember that, Mom.” He said, stepping around to face her with a wide grin, his hand falling from her shoulder. He then laughed and shook his head as he said, “Well, whatever that was, that’s ancient history, Mom. I’m totally fine with your car—whatever it is.”
“I mean, why would I care? It’s just a trip to town, not some theme park ride…So, come on, grab your keys, let’s go—I’m not scared of a little drive with you.”
He nodded toward the bowl, offering a reassuring smile to which she hesitated, keys now in hand, her grip unsure.
“Really, Kafi? You’re sure it’s okay?” She asked, meeting his eyes, her tone careful. “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because Abi’s car isn’t here. My car’s…a lot. I don’t want you to hate the ride or feel weird the whole time.”
He chuckled, warm and easy, before tugging her gently toward the door. “Mom, I’m serious, it’s no big deal.” He said, his hand firm on hers, his grin confident. “I don’t care what kind of car it is, I’m good with anything you’ve got. So, stop worrying and let’s get going.”
“…The sun’s out, town’s waiting, and I’m starving for those cinnamon rolls. You’re not gonna scare me off with a car, I promise.” His tone stayed light as he pulled her toward the garage, morning sun beginning to streak through the windows.
Olivia let out a reluctant laugh, the jingle of keys in her hand matching her softened smile. “Okay, okay, you win, Kafi.” She said, her heart blooming at his playful energy. “I just didn’t expect you to be so relaxed about it.”
“You and Abi used to treat my car like it came from another planet. You’d both come up with the most creative excuses not to get in. I’m glad that’s behind us, though. Come on—I’ll open the garage, but I warned you!”
Her words were teasing, but her chest fluttered as she hit the button, the mechanical whir of the door rumbling to life.
Kafka’s grin twitched, his voice amused but cautious as he watched the shutter climb.
“A spaceship, huh? What, is it covered in weird decals or something?” He joked, his brows knitting in mock suspicion. “That’s the only reason I can think of for me and Mom being weird about it. Just, what kinda car are we dealing with here? You’re acting like it’s alive.”
Expecting something quirky or outdated, maybe a clunky old sedan with faded upholstery or a bizarre paint job that screamed midlife crisis, Kafka strolled toward the garage with casual amusement.
But the moment the shutter creaked open and daylight spilled in, his feet stopped dead in their tracks.
His eyes went wide.
What rolled into view wasn’t just a car—it was a statement, a sleek blur of luxury and raw, untamed speed captured in polished metal. It looked absurdly fast just sitting there, like it could tear down the street and disappear before you’d even blink. Every inch of it oozed power and precision, its low stance and bold design daring the world to catch up.
And expensive…God, it looked expensive.
Not the kind of expensive where you nod and say, “Nice car,” but the kind that makes your brain short-circuit, the kind that belongs behind velvet ropes or in high-security vaults.
The kind of car only celebrities, billionaires, or criminal masterminds drove in movies.
It didn’t belong in a small little towns garage—it belonged on a racetrack or in a showroom.
Kafka’s jaw dropped.
“Holy shit, Mom.” He gasped, pointing as his voice jumped in pitch. “Is that…yours? Like, actually yours? No way…this looks like it belongs on a race track! Are you sure this wasn’t parked here by accident?”
“…We should probably call the owner—because this thing looks like it’s worth more than the house!”
Seeing her son’s reaction, Olivia chuckled, the pride in her eyes sparkling as she approached the car, her hand skimming over the polished hood.
“What are you talking about, Kafi? This is definitely mine.” She said with a smile that only grew. “I bought it a couple years ago. My little prize. It’s not a mix-up or anything—I earned this.”
“I closed a few big deals, saved up, and finally treated myself…Sure, it’s pricey, but I didn’t have to do anything crazy to afford it.”
She shrugged like it was no big deal, but her eyes lingered on his stunned expression, while Kafka circled the car, still wide-eyed, his voice climbing in awe.
“You’re telling me this monster is yours? You bought this with your own money?” He asked, running a hand down the contour of its side. “This thing looks like it breaks the sound barrier! Mom, what the hell!”
“…I knew your business was going well, but damn—you’re just out here buying supercars like they’re groceries? Why didn’t you mention you came in a supercar before itself. If you had had, I would’ve skipped dinner just to admire this beast.”
“Come on, Kafi, don’t make it such a big deal.” She teased, her cheeks coloring a little. “It’s just a car. Okay, a really nice one, sure, but I worked hard, made smart moves, and figured I deserved something special.”
“And I didn’t think you’d care, especially since you and Abi always acted like it was cursed or something. It’s fast, but I’m not drag-racing it. I just love how it drives. It makes me feel…strong.”
Her voice softened with emotion, pride swelling behind her modest words.
But Kafka shook his head, whistling low as he refused to admit to Olivia’s modesty.
“Mom, I had no idea you were this badass.” He said, eyes gleaming as he stepped back to look at her. “I always knew you kept things together, that we were never struggling, but this? This is insane.”
“You’re out here closing deals and parking a beast in the garage like it’s casual. That’s amazing.”
“…And I know I already said this yesterday, but thank you…for everything. I didn’t realize how much you were really doing all this time.” His voice was warm, sincere, carrying a new depth of respect.
“Oh, stop it, Kafi, don’t make it into some big moment.” Her blush deepened as she gave his chest a soft tap, eyes darting away. “It’s just a car, not a golden trophy! I did what I had to, and I love the work.”
“…It’s not like I’m saving the world, I just wanted something for myself.” Her embarrassment was real, but beneath it shimmered quiet joy.
Kafka meanwhile kept walking slow laps around the car, admiring every line, his voice full of wonder.
“Mom, this thing’s a whole other level.” He said, crouching down to get a better look. “It’s like a retro-futuristic jet with wheels. How did I not know you had this sitting under our house all this time?” His tone brimmed with excitement, heart pounding at the thought of even riding in something like this.
Olivia’s heart fluttered at his admiration, her smile wide as she leaned against the frame.
“You really like it, Kafi? I’m so glad you’re into it now.” She said brightly, her chest swelling. “You and Abi used to run for cover whenever I started the engine. You’d both act like I’d unleashed a monster.”
“…But now? Hearing you admire it like this? It means the world to me.”
She tapped the hood affectionately, her eyes gleaming seeing that her son was looking at something she loved with same eyes of admiration and awe as she did…
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