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

555  Call Me A Good Girl

Camila crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against her elbow as she watched Nina practically melt into Abigaille's embrace.

It was such a strange sight—Nina, her best friend, who was usually so bold, blunt, and absolutely ruthless, now clinging onto Abigaille like a lost little kitten.

This was the same Nina who had once broken a guy's wrist for trying to lay hands on her, the same Nina who never hesitated to speak her mind, who mocked weakness, and who never, ever acted this soft in public.

Yet here she was, snuggling into Abigaille's chest like a needy child, sighing happily every time Abigaille gently ran her fingers through her hair.

Camila couldn't help it.

She tilted her head, giving Nina a sharp look, before letting out a dramatic sigh. @@novelbin@@

"You know, I have to say…" She dragged, her voice dripping with exaggerated judgment. "…even though Abi just said all those nice things about you, I still think this is embarrassing as hell."

Nina, who was still nestled in Abigaille's chest, stiffened immediately. Abigaille, ever patient, continued stroking Nina's hair as if Camila's words didn't exist.

Camila, however, wasn't done yet.

"I mean, seriously." She continued, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "You're a grown woman, Nina. Acting like this in front of everyone? Clinging onto someone two decades younger than you like a spoiled brat?"

At this, Nina finally moved, lifting her head just enough to glare at Camila, though her face was still half-hidden in Abigaille's bountiful breasts that were big enough to cover two of Nina's faces.

Camila smirked at her reaction but kept going.

"And not only that." She added. "But you're doing this in public, outside of your own shop as well. With customers still inside. Have you no shame?"

She sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

"We were supposed to be the ones guiding the younger generation." She lamented. "Setting examples. Teaching them about dignity. And here you are, rolling around in some kid's arms like a house cat...Society is really falling apart."

Nina bristled. She was just about to bark back—to tear into Camila for talking so much shit.

Camila noticed the change immediately and stiffened slightly, sensing danger.

Then, with a knowing smile, Abigaille spoke.

"…You sure it's okay for you to say all that, Camila?"

Camila froze, while Abigaille tilted her head, still smiling.

"I mean, you're talking about how bad it is to be coddled by someone so much younger…" She continued, her voice slow and deliberate. "But after what I walked in on that day…I'd say you should be a little more careful about calling others embarrassing."

Camila's expression twitched.

She took a second too long to respond.

And that was all Nina needed.

Her ears perked up immediately. She slowly pulled away from Abigaille, her eyes now laser-focused on Camila, practically glowing with curiosity.

"Wait..." Her voice was sharp. Suspicious. Intrigued. "…What exactly did you walk in on, Abi?"

Abigaille giggled, clearly enjoying this far too much.

"Oh, I wasn't going to bring it up." She said sweetly. "But since Camila's being so mean to you, I figured you deserve to hear it."

Camila's eyes widened in panic.

"Abi."

Her voice was warning. But Abigaille ignored her completely.

"So..." She began, clasping her hands together. "One day, I went over to Camila's house to borrow some sugar…"

Nina leaned in closer, her grin widening.

Camila shook her head rapidly.

"Abi. Stop."

Abigaille, smiling innocently, continued anyway.

"…But instead of just getting sugar, I found something even sweeter."

Nina gasped dramatically, eyes sparkling with amusement. Camila groaned, burying her face in her hands, A while Abigaille pressed on.

"Apparently." She said cheerfully. "Kafka was teaching Camila a new cooking style—something difficult to master."

"I wasn't going to intrude." She continued. "But then I saw something really interesting."

Nina's grin widened. Camila, fully flustered now, stood up straight.

"Abi. I'm warning you."

Abigaille smiled sweetly.

"I saw Camila—the same Camila who just called you embarrassing—shyly tugging on Kafka's sleeve and even coughing to get his attention, so that he would notice what she did and praise her."

Nina's jaw dropped.

Camila immediately turned to glare at Abigaille.

"You—"

"She did it every time she got something right." Abigaille continued, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"And every time he praised her, she looked so pleased. And when he wasn't paying attention, she'd just…hover nearby until he noticed her again."

Abigaille's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischievous glee.

"And..." She continued, voice light and teasing. "She'd even pout when he noticed her but didn't praise her right away. She'd mumble to herself like a sulking child."

Camila's entire body tensed. "Abi...Please." She warned, her tone low, but Abigaille was on a roll now.

"Oh, and the best part." She added, her voice full of dramatic anticipation.

Camila's eyes widened in horror.

No...She knew where this was going.

She had to stop her. Now.

"A-Alright! That's enough! You've had your fun!" Camila cut in hastily, waving her hands in front of Abigaille's face as if trying to physically push the words back into her mouth.

But Abigaille simply leaned to the side, effortlessly dodging Camila's frantic attempt to silence her.

"At one point—"

"ABI, NO—"

"—she was so happy with the praise she was getting..." Abigaille announced triumphantly. "...that she told Kafka to tell call her a good girl she was."

Silence. For one blissful second, Camila thought maybe, just maybe, the moment would pass.

That Nina wouldn't react.

That Kafka wouldn't say anything.

That maybe she could somehow salvage her dignity—

But then…

Nina exploded into laughter.

"Hahahaha!~"

It was instant, merciless, and absolutely uncontrollable.

She threw her head back, her voice ringing through the empty shop, as she clutched her stomach, doubling over like she had just heard the greatest joke of her life.

Camila's face went bright red.

"SHUT UP!" She shouted, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

But Nina was gone. She was laughing so hard that she slumped against her shop for support, her shoulders shaking violently.

"Y-YOU—" Nina gasped between wheezes, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "You told him to call you a good girl?!"

Camila crossed her arms defensively, her entire body burning with humiliation.

"SO WHAT?" She snapped. "It was in the heat of the moment!"

Nina wiped at her eyes, still laughing breathlessly.

"You—you said all that crap about me acting like a baby with Abi." She pointed at her, still giggling uncontrollably. "But you were out here begging Kafka—Kafka, who is literally younger then your own daughter—to call you a good girl?!"

She let out another laugh, clutching her stomach again.

"Are you a dog, Camila?!" She teased mercilessly. "Is Kafka your master?!"

"OH, SHUT UP, YOU DAMN CAT!" Camila's eye twitched violently.

"NO, NO, WAIT!" Nina gasped between giggles, waving her hands frantically, like she had just thought of something even worse.

"Oh my God." She wheezed, covering her mouth to hold in her laughter. "Did you—Did you ask him to pet your head while he called you a good girl, too?!"

"YOU'RE DEAD!"

But before she could grab her, Nina dodged and darted behind Kafka, still laughing uncontrollably.

"Help me, Kafka!" Nina giggled, clutching his arm for dear life as Camila advanced on her.

Kafka, who had been watching all of this unfold with an amused grin, sighed dramatically and shook his head.

"I can't believe my dear Camila is such a hypocrite." He said mildly, his tone dripping with playful disappointment.

"Not you too!" Camila whipped her head around to glare at him, her face still flushed.

Kafka simply chuckled, watching Camila's cool composure break apart.

"I mean, really." He mused, smirking at her. "Calling me Master would've been less humiliating, then asking me to tell you good of a girl you were."

"...Bella would be dissapointed if her mother was asking of such shameless favours."

Camila froze, her entire body going rigid.

"…What?!"

That was it. That was the last straw.

She lunged for Kafka next.

"You're dead too, Kafka!"

But before she could tackle him, Abigaille swooped in this time, smoothly wrapping her arms around Camila from behind, stopping her from committing murder.

"There, there, Camila." Abigaille said, patting her head soothingly like she was calming down a child.

But Camila squirmed violently in her grip, refusing to quiet down.

"Let! Me! Go!"

"Now, now, 'good girls' don't resort to violence, do they?" Abigaille added on to the teasing which made Camila let out an unintelligible screech of rage and embarrassment.

Kafka and Nina burst into laughter again out how the tables had turned, while Abigaille smiled sweetly, still holding onto the now-fuming Camila.

As laughter still lingered in the air, the sound of a window creaking open abruptly cut through the moment.

All four of them turned their heads to see an elderly woman—one of the long-time residents in the neighborhood—peering out from her window, her expression one of mild annoyance.

"Nina!" She called, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Nina immediately straightened up, as if caught in the act.

The old lady clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

"I don't care if you young folks want to fool around with that handsome boy of yours, but do it inside! I'm trying to watch my evening drama, and I can't hear a damn thing over all the racket you're making!"

Nina's face turned crimson.

"S-Sorry, Auntie!" She squeaked, bowing her head. "I-I'll keep it down!"

The old woman gave a huff, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips before she disappeared back into her house, the window shutting with a decisive snap.

The moment she was gone, Nina spun around, her expression horrified.

"INSIDE!" She yelled, herding the three of them in like a panicked shopkeeper trying to shut down for the night.

Camila barely had time to snicker before Nina shoved her through the doorway. Kafka was next, grinning the entire time, while Abigaille followed with a small, amused giggle.

Once everyone was inside, Nina slammed the door shut behind them, exhaled deeply, and leaned against it, still flushed from the embarrassment.

She was about to demand why the hell they all came over unannounced, but before she could get a word out, she noticed something odd.

Kafka was grinning.

And not just his usual charming smirk.

It was…something else entirely.

A weird grin.

Like he knew something they didn't.

Like he was enjoying something way too much.