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1.61% God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem / Chapter 7: A Little Accident...

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.

Chapter 8: Hate And Love

...Oh god. It's acting up again.

My hatred for older men and my love for older women is acting up again. 

I've been keeping it supressed since I've been trying to integrate into society without giving myself out in any way for the past two years, but now that I'm in a new world where I'm considered to be the protagonist, it's all coming out again.

My hatred towards older men stems from various factors in my childhood; and all the bad memories I could think of that impacted me negatively involved them. 

It started off with my own father, who left me on the streets in the cold when I was a baby. Then it went to the grandpa that found me on the streets; who at that time I thought was going to take care of me but actually sold me to some traffickers for some drug money.

Even though I had a perfectly working mind back when I was a one-year-old baby and could understand what was going on around me like an adult, I still had the body of a baby and couldn't do anything as I was getting sold. Luckily, the traffic ring was busted, and I was sent to an orphanage to get taken care of.

But the story doesn't end there, as one of the male caretakers there tried to molest me when I was 4 years old, and when I was 6, the new warden of the orphanage was a sick sadist who abused and thrashed me and some other children around when we made the slightest mistake. 

And at age 8, a man burned the orphanage I lived in; at age 9, my english teacher, who was my first love, got engaged to another man; at age 10, the foster father of one of the little girls I cared for at the orphanage was found to be a pedophile; at age 11, a government official was stealing all the money that was supposed to go to the orphanage; and after that, I was chased by those organisations that were led by men.

Ever since I was a child, everything unlucky that happened to me involved a man, so I've grown to detest them with all my heart over the years. Even though I may talk to them normally nowadays, I always keep a guard on them and never get too close since it always ends horribly for me.

But older women, on the other hand...Well, they were the exact opposite. Every moment of my life where I felt safe, happy, and satisfied was when I was with an older woman.

Like how I was saved by a task force led by a female officer who brought down the trafficking brigade and made sure I was taken care of in the orphanage as a baby. Or the several female caretakers in the several orphanages I was in, who treated me like their own son and gave me their unconditional love.

There was also my first love as a child who was my English teacher, the rich older lady who always donated to the orphanage and played with the children there, the lady lawyer who fought against the man who stole from the orphanage, the granny who always brought sweets to share with the children, the lady who would buy me a new book every time she visited me, and so many more times where women were the sunshine in my life.

Just like how men were the malignant tumours in my story, women were the stars that kept me moving forward every day.

And because I matured at a very young age due to my constitution, I never found girls my age attractive and was only interested in older women, even as a child. And not simply any adult women, but women who gave off a mature feeling as if they would pamper you in their presence. Women who gave off a motherly aura with plump and soft bodies, that had softened over the years like ripe fruit.

That's the type of woman I like...So basically, milfs in general.

That's why a gorgeous woman like my mother before me was simply irresistible in my eyes, and there was no way in hell I could ever treat her as my real mother.

But I should remember that I shouldn't be greedy just because I'm in a new world, as greed brings forth the demise of others, which I've personally witnessed in the past.

So, for that reason alone, I will leave my father alone if he actually exists...That is, unless the Gods want to see him vanish, which I will happily carry out.

"Oh. You're finally here. I thought I was going to have to go back to your room and play my newest musical piece." My mom noticed me standing near the kitchen entrance.

"But since the food is going to take a few minutes to be ready, why don't I just play it for you as you wait..." My mom turned and said, with a playful smile on her face, as she held a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.

But just as she was about to start banging away, she once again stopped and froze in place. Her blue eyes went wide as she had a look of shock on her face, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

She almost dropped the utensils from the surprise, and she was looking at me with her lips parted, as if she were looking at a completely different person.

I didn't understand why she was staring at me with wonder and disbelief in her eyes, like she was seeing her son for the first time, when I looked exactly like her actual son. 

Or is it that her motherly instincts activated, and she immediately realised that I wasn't her real son when she saw me?

I didn't know what to make of the situation and just stood in place, staring back at her, hoping she didn't find out that I was a fake.

"Kafi...You...You're looking at me."

Huh?...Why is she so surprised that I'm looking at her? Is there some tradition in this world where I can't look at my own mother's face?


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