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

Slowly, Olivia leaned closer, her voice soft.

"Then what happened next? Did you...take him back? Since he was willing to change?"

At that, June scoffed, almost laughing outright.

"Oh no! God, no. There was no way I could go back to him after that." She waved her hand dismissively, though her smile carried a sharper edge now. "You see, Olivia, in the past, I stayed because I pitied myself."

"I told myself that with my leg, with my scars, with my low self-esteem, no one else would ever want me. I thought if I left him, I'd be abandoned forever."

"...That's why I clung to that miserable marriage for so long."

Her eyes hardened, though they gleamed with a certain victorious light.

"But after seeing him that day, on the ground, blubbering, pathetic, I realized the truth. He wasn't a man. Not in my eyes. He was incompetent, weak, and so unworthy of me. That day, something snapped inside me. I felt...free. Stronger than I'd ever felt before."

She leaned back against the sofa, her smile softening into something triumphant and serene all at once.

"So I walked away. And later, I divorced him. Completely. Now I'm alone...independent. No man's burden to carry anymore."

Olivia's lips parted, her eyes wide with both shock and admiration. She hadn't expected that ending at all, but she found herself smiling softly, nodding in earnest agreement.

"That's...for the better." She said gently. "Truly. You're better off without someone like him. A man who can't cherish a woman doesn't deserve to have one at all."

Her lips curved further as she added warmly,

"Congratulations, June...on your divorce, even though it's not something people normally celebrate."

"Well, in my case it is."June chuckled, eyes glistening faintly. "So, thank you, Olivia. It was a long time coming."

Then, her tone softened, her gaze growing distant, fond.

"And I guess if I'm thanking anyone else, it has to be, Kafka. Without him, I don't think I would have had the strength."

"That's why I say...he isn't really my little brother, like I once thought. No, it's the other way around. I feel like I'm his little sister instead. Even though I'm so much older than him."

Olivia blinked at her, a bit taken aback by the sheer devotion in June's voice.

She then gave a soft laugh and shook her head as she went on to say,

"I don't even know what to call what we are. Friends? Accomplices? Big sister and little brother? Or the other way around? I don't know what Kafka thinks. But for me…"

Her gaze grew fond, almost luminous.

"...for me, I think of him dearly. Like family. There are so many things I'd do for him just to keep him in my life...it's embarrassing to even admit."

Olivia returned the smile, though her chest felt heavier now. She nodded slowly. "…I see."

But then, unbidden, a troubled look flickered across her face, her eyes dropping to her lap as if weighed by some hidden thought.

June noticed and she tilted her head, a knowing smile forming.

"You have a question, don't you? Something you want to ask me."

Olivia startled, eyes widening. "I, ah—"

June shook her head gently, her tone reassuring. "It's fine. Go ahead. Say whatever you like. I won't mind."

Olivia hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. She then drew a deep breath, then asked softly, almost timidly,"…You said you don't really know what your relationship with him is. That it's confusing, undefined. But...could it possibly be…"

Her voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper.

"…love? Do you have...those kinds of feelings for him?"

The room went still.

June looked at Olivia quietly, a small smile curving her lips, whileOlivia shifted nervously under the weight of that gaze, wishing she hadn't asked, but unable to take the words back now.

They stared at one another for a long moment, until June finally sighed.

"…If you'd asked me that before." She said softly. "Before I got to know you properly tonight, I would have just laughed it off. Said no, not at all. That it's ridiculous, I'm too old, he's too young. It would've made me look like some cougar chasing after a boy."

But then her expression softened further, and she looked at Olivia with a gaze warm, sincere, almost vulnerable.

"But now...now I can't lie. Not to you. Not when we've become friends like this. I'd rather be open and honest, even if it's awkward. So…"

She exhaled, her voice steady but quiet.

"…Yes. I do like Kafka. And...I think I probably do love him."

Olivia's eyes widened, her heart pounding at the unexpected confession.

June laughed lightly, shaking her head at Olivia's wide-eyed silence.

"I mean, come on." She said, her tone half-amused, half-tender. "It's only natural that I'd fall for him completely. Think about it, a man suddenly walks into your life, changes everything for the better, makes you see yourself in a new light, makes you happier, makes you feel comforted...even loved. "

"...How could I not?"

Her lips curved, eyes bright with memory, before she leaned closer with a secretive look.

"And let's not pretend the devilishly handsome face doesn't play a role. Honestly, Olivia, if all the kind things he did weren't enough, his face alone could make a girl weak. Any girl."

Olivia's throat went dry. She gulped, unsure how to even respond. That was more than just admiration, it was a confession in its boldest form. And the brazen way June said it, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, left Olivia fumbling for words.

Seeing her troubled, flustered reaction, June chuckled softly and reached out, her tone turning soothing.

"Calm down, Olivia, calm down. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not about to swoop in and try to steal him away from you...I'm not going to create some messy drama, push you aside, or anything like that."

Olivia blinked at her in surprise. "B-But...don't you love him? Didn't you just admit it? Isn't it natural that you'd want to fight for him?"

But June simp6 shook her head, a wry, almost amused smile tugging at her lips.

"No. Not at all. I'm not young anymore, Olivia. I can't go around clawing after men, fighting women for them like it's some kind of game. I'm well past that age."

She sighed, then added with a rueful chuckle.

"And honestly, I was already intimidated enough by Abigaille. That woman is practically the embodiment of a perfect wife—beautiful, radiant, always cheerful. The kind of woman who makes every room brighter just by walking in. There's no way I could ever compete with that."

Her eyes softened as she looked back at Olivia.

"And now, with you in the picture too...well, that seals it. Even if I'd had the tiniest sliver of motivation, it's gone. Standing next to the two of you, two beautiful, strong women, it would feel too burdensome, too impossible. I can't compete with that."

She laughed lightly, as though trying to make it sound casual, but Olivia saw through it.

The humor in June's tone didn't quite mask the faint shadow in her eyes, the longing she was keeping carefully locked away.

Then June tilted her head, smiling warmly. "That's why you don't have to worry. I won't be sneaking around, I won't try to make myself a rival. You don't need to see me as competition."

But Olivia, troubled by that gentleness, couldn't stop herself. She leaned forward, voice small and hesitant.

"But...but earlier, you held yourself back because you thought Abi was his only partner. Now you know he has me as well. That means he has two partners...and if two, then...couldn't he have three?"

"...Haven't you ever thought of becoming his third?"

For a moment June just stared at her. Then, instead of answering, she gave a wry smile, her lips curling faintly as if to deflect.

"Rather than asking my opinion on that, Olivia...shouldn't I first ask you? Would you be fine with him having a third partner?"

Olivia froze. The question cut straight to the heart of her struggle. Her lips parted, but no words came.

Not long ago, she had fought Kafka over the very idea of him being friendly with another woman. She had been so against it, so protective of her place beside him.

But now...after hearing June's story, seeing how deeply she loved him, how much he meant to her...could she really deny her?

Wouldn't it be cruel to shut her out, while Olivia herself basked in Kafka's affection?

Her silence stretched, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

June noticed and, instead of pressing, only smiled. Gently, she reached out and patted Olivia's head, surprising her.

"You really are kind, Olivia." She said softly. "So kind, so innocent."

"Not long ago you were ready to fight tooth and nail just because you thought he and I were close. And now, after hearing me out, you're already considering it."

"That kindness of yours...it's precious."

Olivia, her chest tight with conflicted feelings.

"But it's alright." June continued, her tone calm, assuring. "You don't need to worry about me. I don't have to be in a relationship with Kafka to be happy. Just knowing him, just having him in my life, that's enough. I don't need to be greedy."

She leaned back, her eyes soft, almost glowing as she spoke.

"You see, Olivia, in the past I was so lonely. Every day felt heavy. I didn't even know why I bothered waking up some mornings. But after meeting Kafka...everything changed."

"He brought me light again. He reminded me of joy. He gave me back a sense of worth I thought I'd lost forever. Because of him, I'm a different person now. Happier, stronger. I don't need to cling to anyone to survive anymore."

Her lips curved into a tender smile.

"So no. I don't need to be his lover. Being his close friend, seeing him from time to time, having him step into this shop with that mischievous grin...it's more than enough."

"...Truly. I'll take whatever small pieces of him I can get, and I'll treasure them. I don't need more."

Olivia swallowed hard, realizing with a pang that June meant every word, but at the same time, she could feel the unspoken truth beneath it.

June did want him...She loved him.

But she was holding herself back, out of selflessness, out of self-restraint, out of a desire not to interfere.

And part of that restraint...came from Olivia herself, as she was one of the barriers that stood in the way of June's love...