God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 611: Let Your Son Watch

Hearing this vile statement, Abigaille's head snapped up, her lips pulling free from Kafka's cock with a wet pop as fury blazed in her eyes, her voice rising in outrage.

"That disgusting—!"

But before she could finish, she caught Kafka's gaze—silent, cold, staring past the room into some abyss and her words died in her throat.

His expression was a void, a terrifying stillness that froze her blood, and she didn't dare speak.

With a trembling breath, she dove back down, sucking his cock with frantic urgency, her tongue swirling as if to appease the demon she sensed stirring in him.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Bella froze too, her lips trembling against his shaft, but Kafka's hand pushed her deeper, his grip unyielding as he also held his mother's head in place, their mouths working together, while Olivia, oblivious to her son's murderous thoughts, ranted on, her voice a torrent of revulsion.

"He said he'd wanted me since the moment he saw me—said women in power like me, who built something from nothing, are rare. Said he wanted to...to tame me, make me his, so he'd be above me, own me."

"...It was vile, Kafi—like I was some conquest, not a person."

Her tone turned bitter, dripping with disdain.

"And then...God, it gets worse, he looked at me, up and down, with this...this lewd grin, and said it wasn't just my power he liked. He said...he loves women with 'plump bodies' like mine—called me a 'perfect package'. Said he'd sell his whole damn share, let me have my business, if he could sleep with me."

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"...H-He even gave me al hotel key, Kafi! Slid it across his desk like I was some call girl, told me if I wanted to 'keep my business', I should show up tonight and told he'd be waiting."

Kafka's silence was deafening, his hand stilling on Bella's head as his eyes burned with a cold, fathomless rage. Olivia, expecting anger or shock, faltered, her voice uncertain.

"Kafi? Are you there? Did...Did the call get disconnected?" She sounded almost nervous, the weight of his quiet unnerving her.

Then his voice came, low and emotionless, a blade of ice that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Go on, Mom...I'm listening."

It was so cold, so devoid of warmth, that even Olivia felt it—a prickle of unease cutting through her frustration.

Abigaille and Bella sucked harder, their lips trembling as they sensed the shift, their tongues tangling in a frantic bid to please him, to anchor him.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Olivia, unaware of the storm brewing, pressed on, her voice rising with renewed disgust.

"I've dealt with men like him before—sleazy bastards in a world that favors them, always trying to put women like me in our place. I'm used to it, Kafi, normally, I'd brush it off, handle it with a clear head, like I always do."

"...But this time...It's different...I'm so angry, so flustered, because of what he said when I left—what his final words were."

She paused, her voice dropping to a horrified whisper, as if the memory itself was toxic.

"When I was walking out, he stopped me—called me back with this...this sick grin. H-He said he'd seen a picture of Abi in my office once, from a visit months ago. And then—God, I can't believe I'm saying this he told me to bring her along tonight, saying...she's...she's got a 'sexy body' too, that he...he wanted to 'play' with both of us at the same time."

Abigaille's eyes widened, a muffled gasp escaping her lips as she sucked, her body trembling with fury and fear.

Kafka's gaze also grew darker, a void so deep it seemed to swallow the room, and Abigaille sensed it instantly.

In a panic, she yanked herself off the couch, pulling Bella with her in a swift, desperate motion, while Bella stumbled, her lips glistening as she gasped.

"Auntie—what's—?"

But one look at Kafka's face silenced her, his eyes, black as the abyss, radiating a fury so raw it didn't seem human.

She froze, stepping back as Abigaille clutched her, their bodies pressed together in a protective hug, their breaths shallow as they stared at him. They knew he'd never hurt them, but in that moment, Kafka looked like a demon unleashed, his silence more terrifying than any shout.

Olivia, oblivious to the scene, raged on, her voice fierce and unyielding.

"I wanted to break every bone in his body when he said that, Kafi—every damn one. I'm not some wilting flower, I've crushed men like him before, and I'd do it again. But what made me gasp—made my blood run cold—was what he said next."

"...He...He mentioned seeing a picture of you in that photo, realized you were my son. And his face—it was so dirty, so lewd, like he was savoring something vile."

Her voice broke, struggling to form the words as disgust choked her.

"...He said...He said to bring you along too, Kafi. Told me that he didn't mind you watching—w-watching as he...as he 'played' with me and Abi in bed..."

"...I-It's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard—sick, twisted, like we're all just toys for his amusement."

Olivia's voice cracked with raw disgust, her words trembling as she forced them out, each one heavy with revulsion.

"When he said that, Kafi, when he told me to bring you along, to watch as he...as he toyed with me and Abi in bed—I felt so sick I thought I'd puke right there on his office floor. I've never felt that way before, not in all my years dealing with scum."

"...He's not a man—he's a beast in human skin, a vile, twisted thing that doesn't belong in this world."

Her tone was venomous, a rare fire breaking through her icy facade as she recounted the encounter.

"I was ready to march straight to the police, report every word of it—his threats, his...his filth. But I stopped myself, hesitated. Thought I should call Abi first, talk it through before I did anything rash. That's why I called...why I'm telling you this now. It's the whole truth, ugly as it is."

Abigaille and Bella from the side, expected Kafka to erupt—urge Olivia to go to the police, demand action, anything. But his voice came instead, soft and calm, almost too calm, an eerie serenity that sent a shiver down their spines.

"I see...That's all I needed to hear, Mom...That's all I need...There's no need for you to do anything else."

He said, a faint chuckle underscoring his words, dark and unsettling.

Bella and Abigaille froze, their gazes snapping to his face. His smile was gentle, but his eyes—those dark wells held a gloomy glint that made their hearts race with fear.

It was terrifying, that contrast—his voice so light, his expression so heavy, like a storm held back by a thread.

Olivia, caught off guard, faltered on the line, her voice uncertain.

"Kafi, what do you mean? You're not...You're not saying I shouldn't go to the police, are you? If that's not the best move, then what is? Tell me I'm lost here!"

Her frustration bled through, confusion mingling with her lingering disgust.

Kafka chuckled again, a low, carefree sound that chilled the room as he leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed, almost lazy.

"It's a simple matter, Mom, no need for the police at all...It'll handle itself."

"'It'll handle itself'...W-What do you mean by that?" Olivia asked in confusion at what her son was saying.

"You see, Mom, my horoscope today said all my family's problems would sort themselves out—no effort needed. And it's been pretty spot-on lately, you know?"

"...So, with that, by tomorrow, I bet this'll be done. You don't need to worry."

Olivia's silence was heavy, disbelief crackling through the line.

"Your...horoscope? Kafi, what are you talking about? This is serious—this man isn't some joke! You can't just—"

She cut herself off, bewildered by his nonchalance, the absurdity of his words clashing with the gravity of her confession.

But he only smiled wider in response, his voice smooth as silk.

"Trust me, Mom, trust your son. Everything's gonna be fine by tomorrow...I've got a feeling."

His tone was sincere, almost earnest, and something in it—some unshakable confidence made Olivia pause, her instincts warring with reason.

She didn't understand why, but his certainty wormed its way into her, coaxing her to believe the impossible, just for a moment.

"Alright..." She said at last, hesitant, her voice softer. "I'll...I'll leave it for now. But if this persists if he keeps pushing—I'm going to the police, Kafi. I mean it."

She sounded reluctant, still rattled, but willing to defer to him, if only temporarily.

Kafka nodded, his grin softening.

"Fair enough, but won't come to that, though. And it also won't be long before we're together again, Mom."

"...I'm looking forward to meeting you—seeing you, catching up."

His words carried an odd weight, like he was meeting her for the first time, a quirk of his transmigrated self that didn't quite align with their history.

Olivia caught it, confusion flickering in her response, but she didn't take it too mind and spoke what had been on her mind for a long time.

"Together...Yeah, I'm looking forward to that too, Kafi. I-I also want to start over with you, you know? Build something new, something better."

"...Our relationship, it wasn't so good before and I-I want to change that, if you'll let me."

Her voice trembled, hope and guilt intertwining as she laid herself bare.

Kafka's eyes warmed, the gloom fading as he replied, his tone light and open.

"Of course, Mom, I'd like that...We'll have all the time in the world for that when you're back."

He glanced at Abigaille and Bella, their naked breasts pressed together in their nervous embrace, a sight that stirred him anew, and his voice took on a playful edge.

"But I'm kinda busy right now—got some things to handle. I'll call you later, alright?"

Olivia laughed softly, a rare sound that eased the tension.

"Of course, of course, busy man, huh? Alright, bye, Kafi...I'll see you soon."

The call clicked off and Kafka's gaze softened, the abyss in his eyes replaced by their usual clarity as he turned to Abigaille and Bella, still huddled together, their flushed, bare figures pressed close, breasts brushing in an unintentionally erotic manner.

He smiled, a gentle, inviting curve of his lips, and called out.

"You two...Come here."