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

It was late in the night, and I was reading a book I found in my mother's room while sitting on the chair of my mother's study that was decorated with some cute trinkets.

On the table, there was also a single framed photo of my mother, me, and the other lady that I saw in the other photos in the house called Olivia, who I had a vague idea about who she was and her relation to me.

And if she was who I thought she was, then let's just say that I hit the jackpot in joining this family, as I was about to strike gold twice...

Rustle~ Rustle~

And just as I had finished the folktale book that was rather childish, which seemed like something my mother would read, I heard some rustling to my side, and it seemed like my mother had woken up from her short nap, even though I wouldn't have minded if she slept all the way through, since she seemed exhausted after spending the whole day out.

Peak~

And just like I thought, my mother had woken up as I could see her sticking her head out of her sheets where I could only see her blue eyes, like she was a gerbil sticking its head out of its burrow to check out its environment, which looked rather cute.

She looked around the well-lit room like she was searching for something, and when she saw me sitting near the table, fully clothed, her cheeks turned red as she ducked her head back into the sheets, like she was too embarrassed to see me after our first night together.

Hide~

But once she saw me smiling at her like I found her shy behaviour to be quite cute, she stuck her head out once again so that she didn't get looked down on by her son for being so timid and looked at me in a calm and composed manner, even though her ears were still bright red and could still be seen through her rather dark skin.

She then lied back on her tall pillows, covered up her naked breasts with the sheets, harumphed and looked at me like she didn't really care about what had happened earlier and it wasn't really a big deal for her, and casually asked,

"How long was I asleep for, Kafi?"

"Enough time for me to read all these books you have on your bookshelf, so about two hours." I said as I put the book I was reading back on the bookshelf, which made my mother look at me with a peculiar gaze since there were actually three fully stacked bookshelfs in her room and there was simply no way I could've read all those books in such a short amount of time.

She simply shook her head, like she thought I was joking about reading over a hundred thick books in one hour. She then asked so that she could distract me from talking about what happened earlier, since she was too embarrassed to bring up our intimate mother-son bonding session,

"Which books did you like, Kafi, if you actually did read any of them?"

"The books from those two shelves..." She pointed at the two bookshelfs on the left with rather big books compared to the third one.

"...Or the books from that shelf." She pointed at the one remaining bookshelf, which mostly consisted of thin books.

"Why? What's the difference?" I asked as I sat back on the chair near the bed, looking at my mother's curvaceous figure that was still visible even though it was covered under a thin blanket.

"Difference?...Well those two shelves on the left belong to Olivia and consist of all the books she likes to read, or at least forces herself to read so that she can improve her general knowledge..."

She sat herself on the bed, seeing that it looked like I wasn't going to do anything naughty after she woke up and that we were only going to have a pleasant conversation, which she looked like she was looking forward to since it seemed really fun to be talking to her son when they were supposed to be sleeping, like she was at a sleepover.

"...And the one on the right is mine and has all the books I really like, which Olivia doesn't seem to get because of how emotional and soppy all those books are, which is a topic she doesn't do well with, as you already know."

"No wonder~" I nodded my head and said, like it all made sense now.

"I was wondering why the books on the left were all so complicated with difficult-to-understand stories that most people would consider boring and various books about history, politics, and geography...While the one on the right had stories about fantastical woodland creatures, wholesome fantasies, and dream-like situations, both of them being so diverse to one another that it didn't make sense that they were together."

"But when you say that they belong to two different people who have very different tastes, then it all makes sense." I said while staring at the bookshelf with rather complex books on it, thinking that this Olivia person might be some kind of intellectual or at least someone with a rather solemn personality compared to my mother, who was a child at heart.

"Wait...Why does that sound like you're indirectly calling me dumb?" My mother narrowed her eyes and stared at me.

"I never said you were dumb, mom." I poked her cute little nose, which made her let out a yelp. "I'm simply saying that your bright and cheerful personality shows through the books you read."

"Then does that mean you're saying that Olivia is the opposite of me and is quite dark and cold in nature?" My mother asked as she pulled the covers over her nose to protect herself if I tried to sneak attack her again, which made her look like a ninja.

"Well, since you're so close to her, you tell me...Is Olivia really serious and upright, as I said?" I bounced the question back to her since I had no idea what Olivia's personality was like.

"Of course not, Kafi!~ You obviously know that Olivia isn't such a person!~"

She exclaimed in a reluctant manner, like she didn't like that I was labelling Olivia as a cold person, which made it seem like several others also assumed the same thing, while my mother and I were the only people who knew what she was truly like and didn't like it when people thought of her as such a person.

"She may look a little scary with how she doesn't show any obvious emotion on her face that's as pale as yours or how she prefers to stay silent unless called upon...But we both know that's simply one side of her that makes her out to be some cool beauty, when she's actually just a lovely lady who finds it difficult to express her feelings and is often misunderstood by the others." She said in a caring manner, like she really wished well for Olivia and wanted the best for her since she loved her dearly.

My mother then turned her gaze to me with a feisty look on her face and exclaimed, saying,

"And why are you calling Olivia by her name, Kafi, when I'm the only person that's allowed to do that in this house!~"

My mother looked at me sternly as if she were lecturing me for going too far with my jokes and actually looked a little angry that I called Olivia by her name.

"No matter how both of you don't get along with one another because of your own problems, you still can't call your mother her name and have to address her as 'mom' as usual!~"

"And if you still plan on calling poor little Olivia by her name, Kafi, I'll really get angry and ban you from touching me for an entire month!~" She said with her cheeks puffed out and in a pouty manner, as if it were the same as grounding me.

And even though I had already guessed it before and had a vague idea of my relationship with this so-called Olivia, I was still shocked speechless when I learned that I didn't have a father in my family in this world, but another mother in his place...

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