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

Olivia's eyes widened, sparkling like twin stars as her gaze fixed on something in the distance. She shot upright on the scooter seat, nearly throwing off Kafka's balance as she pointed frantically.

"Kafi! Over there! Do you see that tree?!" She cried, her voice pitched high with excitement.

Kafka blinked, shifting his gaze to where her finger stabbed the air. "…Uh. Yeah? What about it?"

"That's a Syralin fruit tree!" She exclaimed, bouncing on the seat like a child unable to contain herself. "They only grow in temperate plains like these, and the one over there, it's fully ripe! I can tell just by the hue of the outer pods."

"Did you know that Syralin fruit changes color not just with maturity but also based on the minerals in the soil?...If you harvest them during peak sunrise like this, their sweetness increases by nearly 27%!"

Kafka grinned, keeping his hands steady on the handlebars as he maneuvered the scooter. "Oh really? I had no idea."

"And listen to this." Olivia continued breathlessly, not even noticing his amused tone. "The resin from the Syralin bark can be distilled into an anti-inflammatory substance!...But people don't bother with it anymore because it takes forty days to process properly. Can you believe that?"

Kafka nodded, his grin widening as he watched her lean further forward in excitement. "Fascinating, Mom. Really."

But Olivia wasn't done.

Before he could blink, she gasped and pointed to the other side of the road. "Kafi! There! That's a cluster of Thayris creepers! Look how thick their stalks are. It means they've latched deep into the groundwater."

"Thayris only bloom for three nights every thirty cycles, and when they do, the petals glow faintly under moonlight due to the light, absorbing oils in their leaves...Can you imagine seeing that?"

"Sounds magical." Kafka said with a low chuckle, fighting to keep the scooter steady as Olivia's energy nearly tipped them over again.

"And...oh! Verdalyn stalks!" Olivia shouted, standing halfway on the seat now as she pointed at another patch of crops waving in the wind. "Verdalyn is known for its bitter roots, but that bitterness is due to a natural alkaloid that repels certain types of burrow, worms."

Kafka had to bite back his laughter as he kept the scooter balanced, her movements sending little ripples through the vehicle. "Yes, yes, I see it all, Mom. You're...very enthusiastic."

But Olivia didn't even hear him. She was too wrapped up in the scenery, her joy bubbling over with every breath.

Just minutes ago, Olivia had been entirely absorbed in her son's lips. She had spent far too long kissing him, long enough that she had completely forgotten about why she came to this town in the first place.

It wasn't until her lips tingled and her mind caught up with her actions that the realization struck her like lightning. She had wanted to explore this new place, to take in all the sights and sounds and experience everything it had to offer...yet here she was, shamelessly indulging in her son's kisses for far too long.

That thought alone was enough to make her face burn with embarrassment. The weight of how long they had been locked together left her reeling.

She hadn't even noticed the scenery passing them by, hadn't admired the sprawling fields, the distant hills, or the quaint charm of the village streets.

No, she'd been far too caught up in him.

And so, determined to make up for her negligence, Olivia had shifted her entire focus to the world around her.

Now, she was practically bursting with excitement, pointing out everything she saw with the boundless energy of a child visiting the zoo for the first time.

"Mom..." But just as she was about to point to another tree Kafka interrupted gently, laughter bubbling in his voice as he watched her nearly block his view of the road. "I love how excited you are, but could you maybe...sit down? I can barely see anything with you standing in my face like this."

"Huh?!" Olivia blinked, startled as her enthusiasm faltered. She quickly plopped back onto the seat, clutching the edge in embarrassment.

"A-Ah! Sorry, Kafi. I didn't realize…" She murmured, her ears turning pink.

Kafka chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly. "I get it. You're excited. But I'd rather not crash us into a Verd-something stalk while you're teaching me botany, alright?"

"I was just—" Olivia began, then stopped, pouting faintly as she looked down. "I wasn't that excited…"

"Oh no." Kafka said with mock seriousness, his grin widening. "Not at all. Completely calm and composed."

"Anyone watching wouldn't think you're an elegant lady at all...Nope, they'd think you're a little kid visiting a zoo for the first time."

Her face turned crimson. "Kafi! Y-You're exaggerating! I wasn't—"

"You were." He said playfully. "Bouncing up and down, spouting plant facts like a walking encyclopedia. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to impress me."

Her mouth opened in protest, but no words came out. Instead, she puffed her cheeks in frustration, then looked away.

Kafka chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating against her back as his hand tightened ever so slightly around her waist.

"But you know." He said with a sly smile. "I really didn't mind all your bouncing and nerdy plant facts."

"Is that so...That's good." Olivia said, still pouting and looking away.

"That's because." Kafka continued smoothly, leaning in a little closer to her ear. "Thanks to your enthusiasm, I also got to see two very rare fruits...big and perfectly plump. I couldn't take my eyes off them the whole time."

Hearing this, Olivia's eyes widened, excitement flashing over her face. She immediately turned her head towards him, her pouting gone.

"Wait, really?! You saw rare fruits? Where? What were they?!" She asked, voice brimming with curiosity. "Was it the Azural berries? I heard they grow in this region sometimes if the soil is alkaline enough! Or maybe the Sun melons? They're cultivated locally too, and they're supposed to be massive this time of year!"

Kafka bit back a laugh as he shook his head slowly. "No, no...it wasn't any of those."

"Then what was it?" Olivia pressed, leaning closer to him in excitement. "Tell me! What did you see?!"

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he let his gaze drift downward, taking in the soft curves pressed so snugly against him. "What I saw...were those two cantaloupes you've been carrying behind you."

Olivia froze. "W…What?"

Her cheeks flared a deep crimson as realization dawned on her. "Y-You...you don't mean—!"

Kafka chuckled, his voice rich with amusement as he went on. "Yup. The entire time you were standing up on the scooter, all I could see was your butt shaking right in front of me, bouncing around like those two cantaloupes were trying to hypnotize me or something."

"K-Kafi!!" Olivia yelped, her hands flying up to her burning cheeks. "W-Why would you say something like that?!"

"Why?" He smirked, glancing down at her flustered figure. "Because it's true. I couldn't see any other plants at all with your butt blocking my view. It was like those two cantaloupes were taking up the entire horizon!"

"...And honestly, I had to fight the urge to duck my head, or I probably would've smacked right into them."

Her embarrassment deepened as she grabbed at his arm, her voice trembling. "Y-You...why couldn't you just turn your head and look somewhere else instead of staring?!"

Kafka let out another warm chuckle, leaning close to her ear again. "Turn my head? How could I, Mom? They were too big. With a butt like that bouncing around in front of me, I couldn't see anything else even if I tried."

"Y-You—! Kafi!! You're such a pervert!" She cried out, her voice a high, pitched squeak as she buried her red face in her hands.

He laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Maybe I am. But you've got to admit, you weren't exactly helping either. All that bouncing and wiggling around like you were putting on a show...it's not my fault, Mom. You're the one who made it impossible to look away."

Olivia groaned, covering her face as steam practically poured out of her ears. "I can't believe I raised such a shameless child…"

"You should be proud." Kafka teased, grinning widely. "Your cantaloupes are world-class, Mom. The best in this entire town, guaranteed."

"Stop saying that!!" She squealed, unable to decide if she wanted to smack him or crawl into a hole and never come out again.

Olivia's face was burning red, her mind a chaotic swirl as she tried to process what he'd just said.

'This whole region...' She thought, biting her lip. 'This place is so famous for its fruits, its vegetables, its grains...People travel from all over just to see the bounty this land produces.'

And yet, here was her son. Admiring her butt as if she were one of those prized fruits.

A strange, almost dangerous warmth spread through her chest at the thought.

'Could it be...that I'm like a fruit in his eyes too?'

The idea was as embarrassing as it was thrilling. She couldn't stop the heat rising to her cheeks as her thoughts deepened, spiraling in ways they shouldn't.

'I...I wonder if he'd ever want to take a slice of me...taste how sweet I am…'

The moment the thought fully formed, Olivia's eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head rapidly, clutching at her cheeks with both hands.

'No! What am I even thinking? That's such a shameful, perverted thought! What kind of mother even imagines such a thing?!'

Yet despite her frantic attempt to scold herself, her body betrayed her. Almost unconsciously, she shifted slightly on the scooter seat, scooting back just enough that her generous bottom pressed more firmly against his lap.

The subtle change didn't go unnoticed.

Kafka's lips curled into a content smile as he felt her warmth molding against him. Without even thinking, he leaned in closer, moving slightly forward until her soft curves pressed snugly against him.

The feel of her firm, supple bottom resting right in his lap sent a quiet, satisfying comfort through him.

A quiet hum left his throat, low enough for her to feel it reverberate against her back.

And even as Olivia's mind screamed in embarrassment, even as her heart raced like a trapped bird, there was no denying the strange sense of pride curling deep inside her chest.

'He's looking at me...He's noticing me…'

And though her rational mind protested, buried beneath all her fluster and panic, a small voice whispered a dangerous truth.

'I like it...I like how much attention my son's giving me…'

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How are you guys liking the slice of life part of the story so far? I've decided to pull back on the horny and focus on the comfy for now and I'd like to know your guys opinion on it.