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1.43% God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem / Chapter 6: I Have A Mother Now?

Chapter 6: I Have A Mother Now?

The woman who entered my room appeared to be in her thirties and had a mature look on her face, as every adult would. She had light blue eyes that glowed like orbs. Long hazel brown hair that reached her waist and had a bundle of hair tied up in braids on the side. Plump lips that were pale pink in colour. Sharp eyebrows. Long eyelashes that highlighted her bright eyes. Lightly tanned skin that looked as smooth as ivory. And overall, she had a gorgeous visage that would make any man drool on sight.

She was honestly so beautiful that I would confidently say that she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wasn't exaggerating one bit, as her face was simply perfect without any flaw, almost as if someone sculpted it with the intention of her having a flawless face.

I would even say that her beauty was inhumane since I just couldn't imagine a perfect being like her existing back on Earth.

And you also couldn't forget her ridiculous figure, which had absolutely ridiculous proportions. 

Her chest, which was protruding from the maroon sweater she was wearing, was massive in size and looked like she fit two cantaloupes in there. And not only were they huge, they simply had the perfect shape and weren't sagging at all, which usually happens with women who have large breasts. They perfectly stuck on to her chest like globes and looked full and voluminous like ripe fruit.

Not to mention her buttocks, which had an abundant amount of flesh on them to the point where it looked like her blue sweatpants were going to tear with the additional support from her thick thighs.

And even though she looked rather slim, she had a meaty figure with all the curves in the right places.

I'm pretty sure that even if you genetically modify a baby's DNA to have a top-tier figure when she grows up, she still wouldn't be able to compare to the woman's body before me, as it was something that all men dream about but can never attain.

The moment I saw both her face and figure, I knew that the women in this world were on a different level compared to those on Earth, and the women on Earth had no chance of winning against them. Maybe she was the only one who looked as good as she did in this world, but I mostly think that every other woman looks as good as her. 

I got this from the fact that this world was referred to as the world of milfs by the Gods.

And if you want someone as mighty as God to specifically refer to your world as the world of milfs, then you've got to have some top-tier milfs in your world, or else it's useless to think about that title.

While I was still in a daze, wondering how she was carrying those huge jugs on her chest without any severe back pain, the woman barged into the room like it belonged to her and exclaimed in a loud voice 

"Kafi! It's time to get up! Dinners ready! If you don't get up now, mommy is going to start a band in your room with a pan and a spatula!"

She held a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, and it looked like she was going to start banging on them to wake me up. The reason I say me is because my name is Kafka, and Kafi is the name the children back in the orphanage used to call me since it was a rather cute nickname.

And as if she already knew she wasn't going to get a reply from me no matter how much she called out, she moved her hands together to bang the two utensils together to make a cacophony of music. But just as the two instruments were about to touch, her hands stopped in mid-air as she saw me sitting on the bed and staring at her.

"Oh. You got up yourself...That's suprising." She gasped, like she was amazed at the fact that I woke myself up before she woke me up from my sleep herself. 

"...But why did you have to wake up today of all days? Mommy was going to practice a song she was thinking of in your room...But now I have to postpone that to tomorrow morning." The lady who called herself mommy sighed, as if she were sad she couldn't play her one-hit wonder with the kitchen tools in her hands.

"Well, at least you got up on your own for the first time, which is really relieving since I was starting to wonder what you were going to do when I'm not at home." The woman gave a smile of relief as she looked at me with kind eyes. 

The same eyes a mother would show to her beloved son, which I've seen many times before while working in the library.

"Now that you're up, quickly wash your face and come down for dinner. I've cooked your favourites." The woman asked me to hurry and left the room with her kitchen tools in hand.

Mommy... That woman referred to herself as mommy. So does that mean I'm her son?

As in, my identity in this world includes her as my mother?

Damn, I did not expect that. I thought I would be simply transported into this world without any proper ID, but it seems like the Gods set me up and gave me a past and a family who seem to know me.

My mother in this world even recognises my face as her own son's, even though there's no actual difference to my real face. Then, does that mean her actual son was someone who looked like me? If it is like that, where is he now, now that I'm in his place?

Or did the Gods simply alter reality and fit me into this world as an additional piece?

It's probably my second guess, as it would be easier to do, then make a clone of me and make him live in this world.

As for that woman who's my mother in this world... I really don't think that I can consider her to be my mother, no matter how many times she calls me her son.

Maybe if I was transported to this world when I was a child, I would think of her as my mother after some time, since I desired a parental figure in my life at that time.

But now that I am a fully grown adult, I can only look at the lady as a member of the opposite sex and not as a family member. No matter how much motherly affection she shows me, I simply wouldn't be able to sincerely treat her as my own mother and would even have certain intentions towards her due to her gorgeous figure.

But I don't think that's going to be an issue, as the way things are going, I don't think that this trial is going to be what I thought it was initially and is going to be something much more 'eccentric' in nature.

Why I think that is because this was the world of milfs, and the full form of milfs is something that everyone knows.

And the fact that I entered the world of milfs through a bunch of ads that advertised horny milfs in the area and also have a hot mother in this world is a massive sign that things are taking a massive turn from what I thought this trial was going to be at first.

The lascivious body of that woman, which was extremely unnecessary if it were a normal trial, also cemented the idea that this trial of mine was going to go down the perverted route. 

Finally, the message I received from the Gods when I first saw the lady who called herself my mother proved that my conjectures were going in the right direction.

[The Gods are interested in your mother, Abigail Vanitas]

The Gods are interested in a woman who belonged to the so-called World of Milfs...I could already imagine what that means.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
AGodAmongMen AGodAmongMen

I'd first like to say that I didn't name the protagonist Kafka because of Honkai, nor do I play the game. And the protagonist's mother's picture is in the comment section if you want to check it out.

Also any spare power stones would be appreciated as it gives me the motivation to write.

Chapter 7: A Little Accident...

But that is simply a guess of mine, so I don't really need to think about it too much in case I was simply thinking about it in the wrong direction and my actual objective is something different.

What I should be wondering about is: why is it that my self in this world is sleeping till it's 8 PM every day and always needs his mom to wake him up? 

I can understand why he might be sleeping, as he might be tired from school or he may be in some physically intensive club that drains his energy. But why does he have his mother wake him all the time, like it's a routine?

Shouldn't he be the one to do that himself since he's grown up now? Or is it that high schoolers still need their mothers to give them wake-up calls even in the evening?

I've never been to high school myself, and I've never had a mother figure in my life, so I don't really know. But all I do know is that my past self in this world doesn't have the same personality as me and only possesses my looks, as I wouldn't need my mom to act as an alarm even when I was a teenager since I had a sense of order and responsibility from a very young age.

And the clothes I saw in the cabinet, the posters on the wall, the colour scheme of the room, and the way the room smelled weren't according to my taste and looked like they were set up by someone else even though they had the same face as me.

So, even though I don't know who the person is in my place in this world or how he normally behaves, I at least know he isn't me. That also means my personality will appear very different to the people who already know me, so I should accommodate for that change.

I thought the Gods would give me their first task or mission the moment I came to this world, but it doesn't seem like anything like that is going to happen anytime soon, so I should probably go down for dinner before my mom calls me again.

My mom... Even just thinking about calling that woman my mom is weird in my head. But I have to get used to it since she's my actual mother in this world, and I can't call her first name like I want to.

I quickly washed my face and changed my clothes to my liking, as the previous clothes I was wearing were too baggy for me. I had to search for any decent clothes in the wardrobe, as most of them were dark, thick, and baggy, as if the person who bought all this wanted to be as conspicuous as possible at all times and didn't have a great sense of fashion.

After some digging, I found some black track pants and a white t-shirt that I put on and started walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, where I could hear the sounds of stirring being made.

The house I was in was rather big and looked quite modern, with a simple but elegant design and decorations all around it. It had one floor and looked to be a western-style house that had an adult touch to it. Although I wouldn't say that it looked like a mansion, it was still a house that looked like it could only be bought by people in the upper middle class.

While I was walking down the stairs, I saw some family pictures hanging on the side. On the multiple pictures that were framed, there were always two women and one boy. 

The boy in the pictures looked to be me when I was younger; one of the women in the picture was my mom, whom I saw just earlier; and there was also another woman who I had never seen before who was just as gorgeous as my mom with her short black hair and grey eyes.

Their framed pictures looked like your average family photos, where they or 'we' were doing a bunch of family activities like sledding, apple picking, playing on the beach, going to an amusement park, etc. The pictures looked to have been taken over the years, so I could see younger versions of myself in each different picture. 

And it was quite strange to see pictures of myself when I have no memory of that incident in the picture ever happening, as if I were suffering from amnesia and was looking at my family pictures to remember the past.

But there were some peculiar things about these pictures.

The first being that I always looked so gloomy and sad in these pictures. It's not like I was scared and looked like I was getting abused, but I simply looked bored and looked glum in the photos as if I didn't want to be there, while my mom and the other lady held me with smiling faces.

I just looked so dark and moody in each picture, no matter what age I was, and was honestly ruining all of them with my grouchy faces, as if I were portraying that I'd rather stay back home than spend time with my family. 

To sum it up, I looked like a rebellious son who didn't want to spend time with his family and looked like someone who would never appreciate anything in his life and would forever be a buzzkill who no one really liked. Or, more to say, the original version of me in this world was. 

I thought of adopting some of my twin's traits into my personality so that I could adapt to this world better, but I don't think I'll be doing that since I don't want to add any gloomy characteristics of his life to mine. I'd rather appear much more happy and approachable than act like a depressed loner like him, since I see no positives in acting like my past self. 

The next thing I noticed is that I don't see a single man in these pictures who could be my father in this world, and there was only another lady in these pictures who was probably my aunt or my mother's close friend, judging by how close my mother and that lady were in each picture. As for my father, I guess he simply doesn't exist in this setting of mine and is probably dead or divorced from my mother.

I'd also like to keep it that way, as dealing with a mother figure was already too much for me to handle. And adding in a man who I had to call father was simply revolting considering that I was an adult myself, even though I'm in the body of my teenage self.

After getting a good look at the pictures, I went down to the ground floor and entered the kitchen, where I could smell a delicious smell wafting out and see my mom standing near the stove and stirring something.

I didn't get to look at it properly last time since it was quite dark in my room and my mom was facing me, but now that she's showing her back towards me while she was cooking, I confirmed the fact that she had fat ass. 

I thought her chest was already impressive enough, but her butt didn't lose out in any way, as it looked like two oversized buns were stuffed into her pants. 

I could almost hear the fabric of the pants tearing from how tight they were fitted on her butt. It almost made me want to take off her pants for her safety so that her butt can breathe again after how tight and congested they looked under there.

And just how does she have a waist that slender when she's carrying weights both at the bottom and top? I mean, it looked like she still had some meat on her abdomen and didn't look like the fit and slender waist a young girl would have, but it was still thin enough to show off the curves of her butt and thighs perfectly.

With a figure like that, there's no way in hell I'm ever going to actually consider her as my mother. Hell, I'd probably even fight my dad in this world to make her mine.

I mean, all it would take is a little 'accident' for my father to pass on, and I would be right by my mother's side to comfort and take care of her after his passing. That would give me more than enough opportunities to make my mother forget about my father and for me to slip into the picture.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
AGodAmongMen AGodAmongMen

The first 50 chapters are very slow paced and you feel it's dragging out since I wanted to make the incest element of the story as natural as possible,so I hope you can bear with it and hadn't figured out the right pace of my story.

But I can guarantee that after the first arc is over, the pace will definitely increase and so will the word count of each chapter.

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