God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 610: Become My Woman...

Olivia's voice trembled slightly through the speaker, her usual icy monotone softening with hesitation as she broached the subject, assuming Kafka was unaware of her prolonged absence.

"Kafi...I don't know if you realize why I've been stuck in the city so long. Why I haven't come home yet...You probably think I'm just keeping my distance, like always, staying away from you and Abi—"

But to her surprise, Kafka interrupted, his voice steady and assured, cutting through her assumptions with calm certainty.

"I already know why, Mom. Mom told me everything—about the business, the mess you're dealing with trying to sell it so you can come back."

"...I also know it's not your fault, that you're tangled up in circumstances you can't control. You're not choosing to stay away."

Hearing this, Olivia fell silent, a wave of secret relief washing over her, thinking, 'He knows? He doesn't blame me?' mingled with a spark of frustration at what Abigaille had done.

Her voice tightened, a hint of reproach creeping in as she responded, "Abi shouldn't have done that. Those are adult matters, Kafi, she should've kept it between us...You're still a child and you didn't need to be dragged into this."

The word 'child' landed like a jolt, and both Abigaille and Bella choked softly around his cock, their lips trembling as they stifled gasps.

They exchanged a fleeting, incredulous glance—Child? What child in the world would command his mother to suck him off while a college woman, older than him, knelt beside her, her mouth stretched around the same pulsing shaft, all while he spoke with such authority on the phone?

The absurdity sent a shiver of arousal through them, their bodies tingling despite the humor. Bella's sucking broke, her eyes widening, and noticing this, Kafka's gaze snapped to her, dark and unyielding.

In response, he pushed her head deeper, his hand firm while at the same time he glared at his mother, a silent order that spurred them to work faster, their tongues swirling with fervent, sloppy devotion—Abigaille's lips gliding down his length, Bella's lapping at his tip in a desperate dance.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Kafka's attention shifted back to the call, his frown deepening as he spoke, his voice edged with conviction.

"Don't put this on Mom, since it's not her fault. If anyone's to blame, it's you, Mom."

His words cut sharp, and Olivia's breath caught, her voice hesitant as she echoed, "Me? Why? H-How is it my fault?"

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He leaned forward, his tone resolute as he stroked Abigaille's ass from behind, his fingers slipping beneath her skirt to tease her dripping lips, making her moan softly against his cock, her body trembling.

"I'm not a child anymore, Mom. No matter my age, I'm family—I care about you, about us. So, it's not right to think you should hide things from me. Mom told me because I deserve to know, because I'm part of this. You on the other hand are treating me like I can't handle it and that's on you."

Olivia stammered, her composure fraying as she struggled to respond, her voice a shaky blend of shock and something softer, almost grateful.

"Kafi...l-I didn't expect this...You've never talked to me like this, barely said a word to me back then, always shut away in your room. I never imagined you'd...speak out like this."

She sounded flustered, caught between frustration and a quiet gladness that her son—once so distant was now voicing his emotions, even if it meant challenging her. For the first time in years, she felt a flicker of connection, though it tangled with her guilt, leaving her at a loss.

"I don't I don't know what to say. You're different now."

Kafka's lips twitched into a faint smirk, his hand twisting Bella's nipple as it hung low, coaxing a muffled whimper from her as she sucked harder, her tongue lashing his tip with renewed urgency.

"You don't have to worry about how I was before, Mom, that's the old me." He said, his voice steady and unyielding. "That's gone, doesn't matter anymore. From now on, every matter goes through me—no secrets."

"...Now tell me what happened. Go on."

Olivia hesitated, her breath audible as she weighed his command, then relented, her tone reluctant but resigned.

"Alright...You should know about the man, the one who bought a major share of our company. Abi must've told you he's why I can't sell, blocking me with legal disputes at every turn."

Kafka nodded, his fingers plunging deeper into Abigaille's folds, making her gasp against his cock as he murmured.

"Yeah, she did, keep talking."

Olivia pressed on, her voice tinged with exasperation.

"For months, I've been trying to figure out why he's doing this—why he's so determined to make my life hell. I've offered him everything—extra profits, compensation deals that anyone else would've snatched up in a heartbeat."

"...But he won't budge, won't even sit down to talk properly. It's like he's playing some game, dragging it out for no reason I can see."

She paused, her tone growing heavier, a trace of vulnerability seeping through.

"Then, a few days ago, I...I saw a picture of you and Abi together when you were still a baby—smiling, happy, like a real family and it hit me like a truck, made me miss you both so much I couldn't stand it."

"...So I got fed up, marched to his office, and confronted him directly—demanded to know what his problem was."

Kafka's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening in Bella's hair as he twisted her nipple harder, her soft moan vibrating against his shaft as she sucked with desperate fervor.

"And what'd he say?..."

He prompted, his voice low and expectant, his fingers working Abigaille's clit with a slow, teasing motion that made her lips sloppy with need, her tongue tangling with Bella's as they shared his cock.

"...What's he after?"

Olivia's voice quivered with barely restrained anger through the speaker, her usual icy composure fraying as she recounted her confrontation, her words laced with disdain.

"No matter what I asked, Kafi, he danced around it—refused to explain why he won't sell his share, why he's making it so damn hard. He kept throwing out excuses, saying the business is thriving, trying to convince me not to sell, spouting nonsense about 'future potential'—a dozen reasons, each flimsier than the last...It was like he was hiding something, playing me for a fool."

Kafka's eyes narrowed, as he groped Bella's breasts harder, her soft moan vibrating against his shaft as she sucked with desperate fervor, her lips stretched tight around him.

"And what'd he say?...What's he after?"

Olivia gritted her teeth, the memory souring her tone as she continued, her disgust obvious.

"I finally snapped—told him to stop bullshitting me and give me a straight answer. He must've realized he couldn't fool me anymore, because his whole demeanor changed. That smug grin of his...It turned my stomach."

"And in response, he leaned back in his chair, looked me up and down, and decided to tell the truth—at least, his version of it." She paused, her voice trembling with revulsion, as if the words themselves were poison. "It was so...repulsive, Kafi. I can barely say it."

Kafka sensed the shift, his gaze darkening as a chill settled in his chest, the air around him growing heavy.

Bella noticed it too, her sucking faltering as she shivered under his touch, his gloomy expression sending a prickle of fear down her spine—she'd seen that look before, a rare, terrifying intensity that made her heart race.

Abigaille's eyes flicked up as well, catching the same darkness, but Kafka's voice remained steady, a commanding tone that brooked no evasion.

"Tell me, Mom—no matter what it is, I need the truth. What'd he want? Don't hold back."

Olivia hesitated, her breath shaky as she weighed his demand, the weight of his tone pulling her forward despite her instincts.

"It's...not something a mother should tell her son—not something anyone should have to hear. It's disgusting, Kafi, but you're not giving me a choice, are you?"

She exhaled sharply, then plunged in, her voice thick with disdain.

"He started talking about how I'm single—how I don't have a husband, like that's some kind of weakness. Said it's 'dangerous' for a woman like me to be alone, that if anything happened, I'd need someone to rely on. It was so...intrusive, so out of line."

Kafka's fingers stilled on Abigaille's plump lips, his jaw tightening as he listened, the first threads of understanding coiling in his mind.

Olivia pressed on, her tone growing sharper.

"I told him to mind his own damn business, that my personal life's none of his concern, that I'd handle myself like I always have. But he wouldn't stop—kept going on about how a woman alone in this day and age can't survive without a partner, especially a 'titan' like me, playing with other big players."

"...It was patronizing, slimy—like he was trying to worm his way into my life."

Kafka's eyes darkened further, a storm brewing behind them that made Bella shiver again, her body tensing as she tried to focus on her task, her tongue lapping nervously.

Abigaille noticed too, her gaze darting to his face, and she instinctively pulled back slightly, wary of the intensity radiating from him.

When Kafka was like this—silent, brooding it was best not to provoke him.

Olivia's voice cracked with anger as she continued, her words spilling out like a dam breaking.

"I couldn't stand it—couldn't stand the way he was looking at me, like I was some prize he was entitled to. So I lost it, told him to stop being so damn indirect and just say what he wanted, straight up."

"And he...he laughed, Kafi. Laughed like it was all a game, said that's why he 'liked' me—because I'm direct, smart enough to see through his lies from a mile away. Said he'd rather speak plain than keep circling."

She paused, her voice dropping to a disgusted hiss, as if the memory burned her tongue.

"Then h-he looked me up and down—lewd, shameless, like he was undressing me right there and said a woman like me needs a man like him in this business. Said without 'proper support', I'd fall, crumble, lose everything. And then..."

She stumbled, her words catching as fury choked her.

"...he said if I really wanted to live smoothly, sell the business like I planned...I would have to...become his woman...b-become completely his."