God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

554  Family Dynamic

Camila, standing with her arms casually crossed, had a wicked smirk dancing across her lips, her teasing eyes gleaming as if she was witnessing the most entertaining thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Abigaille, standing gracefully beside her, looked as serene as ever, her gentle smile warm and encouraging, like she was silently telling them, 'Oh, don't mind us. Keep going.'

Nina felt like dying on the spot.

Her ears burned. Her face was on fire. Her entire body screamed in secondhand embarrassment.

For a long moment—she just stood there, frozen, her lips still parted, her brain refusing to process anything except the pure mortification flooding through her system.

Kafka, on the other hand—

Was smirking.

The bastard was smirking. Enjoying this. Completely unbothered.

As if getting caught shamelessly making out in public was just another ordinary Tuesday for him.

Nina, however—

Wasn't okay at all.

And before Camila could open her mouth to deliver another soul-crushing tease, Nina did the only thing her panicked brain could think of.

She ran back into her place and lock the door so that no one could find her.

But before she could actually escape, Kafka's arms tightened around her waist, holding her in place effortlessly, his low chuckle rumbling against her ear.

"Where do you think you're going, my little tigress?" He murmured, his voice dripping with glee at how flustered she was at the moment.

Nina let out a strangled noise.

"K-Kafka, let me go! I need to—I need to go bury myself alive!" She whined, flailing weakly in his grasp.

Camila laughed openly, shaking her head. "Aw, come on, Nina. There's no need to be so shy now." She teased. "You were all over him just a second ago—so aggressive, so passionate. What happened?"

"I hate you." Nina deadpanned, her voice muffled as she hid her face in Kafka's chest.

But Camila—Camila was ruthless.

With a wicked smirk, she clasped her hands together in mock adoration, then dramatically threw her arms around absolutely nothing as if embracing an invisible Kafka.

"Ohhh, Kafkaaaa~" She cooed in an over-the-top, sickly sweet voice, swaying side to side as if she were holding onto someone. "You don't know how much I missed you! I thought about you every second of the day! Every time I tried to work, your face just kept appearing in my mind! I couldn't even focus on my customers because I was too busy longing for you!"

Then, as if her performance wasn't already humiliating enough, she puckered her lips dramatically and kissed the air—several times—making obnoxious smooching sounds.

That was the last straw.

Nina let out a scream of sheer embarrassment, thrashing in Kafka's arms like a wild animal caught in a trap, her legs kicking while her hands pounded weakly against his chest.

"KAFKA, LET ME GO, I NEED TO KILL HER—!!" She wailed, violently flailing, but Kafka only laughed, easily holding her in place as if she weighed nothing.

Meanwhile, Abigaille sighed softly, shaking her head at Camila's antics.

"Camila, you really shouldn't make fun of her so much." She said gently, her voice carrying its usual warmth. "She's suffered enough. Don't you think it's too pitiful?"

At those words, Nina instantly stopped struggling, her golden eyes shimmering with gratitude as she peeked up at Abigaille like she was her savior, her one and only light in the darkness.

"Abi…" She murmured, eyes welling with emotion.

Finally, someone on her side.

Someone who understood her pain.

Someone who would protect her from Camila's cruelty—

"Oh, but still…" Abigaille suddenly tilted her head, a mischievous smile creeping onto her lips. "It's really cute that she calls Kafka her Kafka batteries. The idea of her recharging herself with him every day is just…so precious."

Silence...Nina's entire soul shattered.

Her sweet, kind, gentle Abigaille…had betrayed her.

"YOU TOO?!" She screeched, tears welling in her eyes as she pointed an accusatory finger at Abigaille.

She sniffled dramatically, turning to Kafka like a kicked puppy.

"K-Kafka…" she whimpered, gripping onto his shirt as if clinging to life itself. "It's one thing for Camila to do this to me—she's been bullying me ever since we met in school!"

She then turned her head and glared at Camila, huffing. "Like, remember the time in high school when I tripped in front of the entire cafeteria, and instead of helping me up, you just shouted 'AND SHE'S DOWN!' like I was a fallen wrestler?"

Camila snorted, completely unapologetic. "Oh, come on, it was funny."

"And what about the time when I failed that one test and told you not to tell anyone, and you immediately went around showing my paper around to everyone?"

"…But the answers you wrote were too funny for me to not share it everyone else."

"It was traumatising!"

Nina groaned loudly, burying her face into Kafka's chest again.

"But Abi…" #he mumbled, sniffling dramatically. "Even you? Even you, Abi?!"

Abigaille laughed softly, resting a hand over her heart. "I really am sorry, Nina. I didn't mean to upset you."

"…Liar."

Kafka chuckled, rubbing Nina's back in slow, comforting circles. "There, there." He murmured, his voice gentle and soothing, like he was calming a child. "You've had a rough night, haven't you?"

Nina let out a pitiful whimper, nodding against his chest. Then, Kafka looked up, his amused gaze shifting to Camila.

"She's suffered enough." He said, his tone playfully reprimanding. "Don't tease her anymore."

Camila blinked. Then, she grinned.

"I can't make any promises." She sang, completely unrepentant.

Kafka sighed, then turned his attention to his mother.

"And you too, Mom." He said while thinking that she was getting too influenced by Camila. "Especially since Nina looks up to you so much. You know she treats you like a caring big sister."

Kafka's words weren't an exaggeration.

The moment Nina met Abigaille, she had been drawn to her warmth, her kindness, the effortless way she carried herself with such genuine care.

They were the same age, yet Abigaille had this nurturing presence, something so soft yet unwavering, that Nina couldn't help but cling to her like a little sister desperate for affection.

At first, it had been subtle—Nina enjoyed being around her, admired the way she spoke, the way she handled everything with such grace. But before she knew it, she was cuddling up to her, going to her whenever she had worries, frustrations, or even just nonsense to rant about.

And Abigaille welcomed it all with open arms.

She was steady, gentle, and always listened—and Nina adored her for that. @@novelbin@@

But then, there was Camila.

Camila, on the other hand, was nothing like Abigaille.

Where Abigaille was nurturing and kind, Camila was sharp, confident, and endlessly teasing.

If Abigaille was like a warm embrace on a cold night, Camila was like a gust of wind that pushed you forward whether you were ready or not.

And Abigaille?

Abigaille adored Camila.

To Abigaille, Camila was the epitome of a cool, reliable older sister—the kind she always wanted to have. She idolized her in a way that wasn't obvious at first glance, but anyone who paid attention would notice.

The way she leaned closer when Camila spoke, the way she admired the effortless confidence she carried, the way she smiled just a little brighter when Camila praised her.

Camila, however, wasn't blind to this—and she loved it.

She loved being adored, loved the feeling of being relied on, and if Abigaille wanted a big sister to admire?

Then Camila would happily take that role.

And Nina?

Nina was both her best friend and her personal entertainment.

Sure, she teased her relentlessly, pushed her buttons every chance she got, and made fun of her without mercy—but at the end of the day, Nina was someone she truly cherished.

Camila just had a funny way of showing it.

So, in the tangled web of their relationships, their dynamics formed something unique.

Abigaille idolized Camila like a cool older sister, someone she wanted to be like.

Nina clung to Abigaille like a nurturing big sister, someone she found comfort in.

And Camila?

Camila teased Nina like a best friend, spoiled Abigaille like a beloved little sister, and despite all her antics, she held them both close to her heart.

And right in the center of it all—

Kafka.

The connecting point between all of them.

It was funny how one person could bring them all together, and yet, somehow, it felt natural.

Like they were always meant to find each other.

Abigaille stepped forward, her expression soft and sincere, as she looked down at Nina, who was still hiding her face in Kafka's chest, clearly too flustered to function.

Her voice, as always, was gentle and warm, carrying that natural soothing quality that made her so easy to adore.

"Nina." She murmured. "I really didn't mean to tease you."

Nina grumbled something unintelligible, still burying herself into Kafka's embrace like a cat that refused to come out of hiding.

Abigaille smiled at the sight before her. "It's just…" she continued, a small laugh escaping her. "You were so absolutely adorable, I couldn't help myself. Just a little."

At that, Nina's ears twitched sharply, her body going rigid. She was ruthless on the outside, always so strong, so fierce, so aggressive—but there was one thing that always made her melt.

Being called cute.

And Abigaille knew it.

Slowly—hesitantly—Nina peeked out from Kafka's chest, verdant eyes still shining with embarrassment as she looked at Abigaille with a sharp, pointed stare.

"Y-You…" She huffed, her voice high-pitched and flustered. "You really think I'm cute right now? Not embarrassing?"

Her expression was so vulnerable, so ridiculously precious, and yet her tone was so demanding.

Like she would absolutely know if she was being lied to.

Abigaille tilted her head, her warm smile never fading. Then, with the same softness as a mother reassuring her child, she reached out and gently patted Nina's head.

The moment Nina felt the touch, her ears twitched slightly, her whole body stiffening for a second—and then, just like that, she completely relaxed into it.

Abigaille continued, her tone nothing but sincere.

"Of course, I think you're cute." She said, slowly stroking Nina's soft hair. "In fact, while I was watching, I kept thinking to myself—'how can someone possibly be this adorable that I just want to hug and never let go?'"

And that was it. Nina's face turned red instantly, her long ears lowering down, her fingers gripping the fabric of Kafka's shirt in utter helplessness.

And then—like a kitten who had just been offered a warmer lap—Nina let go of Kafka without a second thought, turned to Abigaille, and launched herself right into her arms.

"Abi!!" She cried out, immediately wrapping her arms around Abigaille's waist and pushing her face into her plump chest.

Abigaille barely stumbled back as Nina clung onto her tightly, snuggling into her warmth.

"You're so warm…!" Nina mumbled into her, her voice muffled but filled with contentment. "And your voice is so soft…It's soothing me already…Ahhh, this is heaven…"

She nuzzled deeper, practically melting into Abigaille's embrace, like she had finally found her safe place in the world.

Abigaille herself let out a small, fond laugh, wrapping her arms around Nina's smaller frame, holding her like a true older sister.

"There, there." She murmured, her fingers lightly running through Nina's hair, soothing her even further, while Nina purred in satisfaction.

Camila, watching this scene unfold, raised an eyebrow.

"Wow." She deadpanned. "She just switched laps without a second thought."