God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 678 - 678: Your Love Is Only For Me!

Kafka's grin was glowing, his eyes sparkling with delight as he leaned closer, his hands cupping her face again, his voice a playful taunt.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Mom!" He crowed, his tone dripping with affection, his nose brushing hers once more. "But we aren't done, Mom."

"Who's my snuggly wuggly cutie pie? Who's my precious little baby fox, huh? Say it again, tell me you're the sweetest, cuddliest little patootie I love with all my heart!"

His teasing was relentless, his words a childish chant that made her squirm, her embarrassment surging as he treated her like a toddler, his love a playful, overwhelming force.

"Kafi, please!" Olivia squeaked, her voice high, flustered, her hands swatting at him weakly, her body leaning into his touch despite her protests. "I said it already, stop it! I'm not...I'm not a baby, I'm—" She faltered, her words cut off by his chuckle, his hands tugging her cheeks again, stretching her flushed skin as he cooed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Nope, not enough, Mom." He said, his voice a low, teasing purr, his face inches from hers. "You're my adorable little girl, and I'm gonna keep coddling you till you're grinning like Mom over there."

"...So, who's my cutie wutie fox? Who's my snuggly little baby, huh? Tell me, Mom, or I'm gonna keep tickling these cheeks till you're giggling like a kid!"

His fingers danced over her cheeks, a playful threat, and Olivia's blush deepened, her heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and joy, his love a fire she couldn't resist.

"Okay, okay!" She gasped, her voice a flustered surrender, her eyes meeting his, shimmering with a shy, radiant delight. "I-I'm your snuggly wuggly cutie pie, Kafi!"

"...I-I'm your precious little baby f-fox, the cuddliest patootie you love, alright?"

Her words were a rush, her cheeks burning, her body trembling with the humiliation of saying such childish things, but the joy in her heart was overwhelming, his love a balm that soothed her every doubt.

Kafka's laughter was warm, his hands releasing her cheeks to pull her into a tight, affectionate hug, his voice a low, loving murmur.

"Fuck, Mom, that's my girl." He said, his eyes shining with pride, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "You're the cutest fucking thing, my little fox, and I'm gonna love you like this forever."

"...Not a villain, not a icy queen, just my adorable cutie patootie, right here in my arms."

His words were a vow, his embrace a sanctuary, and Olivia melted into him, her embarrassment fading under the weight of his love, her heart tethered to his

Abigaille, her eyes glinting with mischief as she too felt the need to be coddled, leaned closer to Kafka, her hand trailing over his thigh, her voice a soft, teasing purr that cut through the air like a velvet blade.

"Hey, Kafi..." Abigaille said, her tone dripping with playful desire, her lips brushing his shoulder as she nuzzled him. "You're coddling Liv like she's the only cute one here, calling her all those sweet little names, making her blush so pretty."

".But don't leave me out, baby, I want you to coddle me too, call me your adorable little whatever, your snuggly little puppy."

"Come on, show me some of that love, make me feel as special as you're making her."

Her words were a sultry invitation, her body pressing closer, her breast grazing his arm, a blatant bid for his attention that sent a jolt of alarm through Olivia to which Kafka's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he turned to Abigaille, his hand lifting toward her cheek, ready to indulge her.

"You want in on this, Mom?" He chuckled, his voice a warm, teasing rumble. "Alright, I got plenty of love for my other cutie pie, let's see—"

His fingers twitched, poised to tug her cheeks, to shower her with the same childish affection he'd lavished on Olivia, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt, the air crackling with anticipation.

But Olivia's heart lurched, a sharp, possessive jealousy flaring in her chest, her breath catching as she realized she couldn't bear it.

The coddling, the sweet names, the playful teasing it was hers, a special moment crafted just for her, a rare glimpse of Kafka's love that felt sacred, unique.

The thought of him sharing it with Abigaille, even if she was his other mother, felt like a theft, a dilution of the intimacy she'd just claimed. She wanted his love for herself, every pet name, every tender touch, and the idea of Abigaille basking in the same glow was unbearable, a betrayal she couldn't stomach.

"No!" Olivia gasped, her voice a sudden, desperate cry, cutting through the air like a whip.

Her hand also shot out, grabbing Kafka's wrist, pulling it away from Abigaille's cheek, her eyes wide with jealousy and defiance.

Both Kafka and Abigaille froze, their gazes snapping to her, disbelief etched across their faces as Olivia's cheeks flamed, her heart pounding with the audacity of her outburst.

"You...You can't do that with Abi." She stammered, her voice trembling but firm, her eyes darting between them, a coy, vulnerable glint shimmering in her gaze. "You're only allowed to do that with me, Kafi. It's not fair if you treat her the same way."

"...I-I'm your adorable little fox, your little baby girl, me, not her. You can't call other women that, not even Abi. I'm...I'm the only one, okay?"

Her words spilled out, aggressive and possessive, her jealousy laid bare, her face a portrait of adorable vulnerability, her lips trembling as she clung to his arm.

Hearing this, Abigaille's jaw dropped, a delighted squeal escaping her as she clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her voice a sultry, teasing lilt.

"Oh my God, Liv!" She crowed, leaning closer, her breast pressing against Kafka's arm, her smile wide and delighted. "You're so cute right now, acting all jealous over Kafi, like I'm gonna steal your precious boy away!"

"I could die happy seeing you like this, all pouty and possessive, blushing so pretty when you're usually so damn solemn...My god, it's adorable, you little fox, staking your claim like that!"

Her laughter was infectious, her teasing laced with affection, but it only deepened Olivia's blush, her embarrassment surging as she realized how exposed she was, her heart racing with shame and defiance.

But more than Abigaille's reaction, Olivia's eyes flicked to Kafka, her breath catching as she sought his response, his opinion the only one that mattered.

To her shock, his face was solemn, his eyes shadowed with a gloomy intensity she'd never seen before, a stern gaze that sent a chill down her spine, her heart lurching with fear.

Had she gone too far?...Was her jealousy, her clinginess, too much, too weird?

Her fingers tightened on his shoulder, clinging to his clothes, her voice a trembling, desperate plea as she leaned closer, her eyes wide with panic.

"Kafi, did I...did I say something wrong?" She whispered, her voice cracking, her gaze searching his. "Was it weird, acting so clingy, saying I want you all to myself?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like...like some woman trying to keep you from everyone else. It's just...I love you, and I don't want you to hate me for this."

"...Please, don't look at me like that it's scary, Kafi, please."

Kafka's solemn gaze held for a moment, his silence a weight that pressed against her chest, but then he shook his head slowly, a faint, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips, his eyes softening with a warmth that eased her fear.

"Nah, Mom, it's not like that." He murmured, his voice low, almost shy, his hand lifting to caress her cheek, his fingers gentle, grounding. "You didn't say nothing wrong and I'm actually glad you said it. It makes me feel...special, knowing you want my attention so bad, that you're jealous over me."

"...You showing all that love, that need, it's beautiful, Mom, makes me happy as hell." His words were soothing, his affection a fire that warmed her heart, and Olivia's eyes glistened, her panic fading under his reassurance.

"Then...then why do you look so solemn?" She asked, her voice trembling, her hand resting on his, pressing his palm to her cheek, her eyes wide with concern. "Why's your face all stone, like, Kafi? Are you sick? Is something wrong?"

Her worry was palpable, her fingers tracing his cheek, searching for a sign, her heart aching at the thought of him hiding something from her.

Kafka's smile turned nervous, a flush creeping up his neck as he averted his gaze, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, a rare glimpse of vulnerability.

"It's embarrassing, Mom." He mumbled, his voice barely audible, his eyes flicking back to hers, hesitant. "I don't know if I should say this to you, my own mom, it's not something you just blurt out." His embarrassment was obvious, a crack in his usual dominance, and Olivia's curiosity surged, her eyes brightening with excitement, eager to see this hidden side of her son.

"What is it, Kafi?" She urged, her voice fervent, her hands clutching his arm, her body leaning closer, her eyes wide and sparkling. "You can tell me anything, you know that. I'm your mom, I'll take it all in, no matter what."

"Please, open up, tell me what's on your mind. I wanna know, I wanna understand you."

Her eagerness was infectious, her love a beacon that drew him out, and Kafka's flush deepened, his gaze meeting hers, a bit of nervousness and resolve in his eyes.

"Alright..." He said, his voice low, suggestive, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet intensity. "I didn't wanna say this, but since you're willing to hear me out, I'll tell you."

"It's just that when you said all that, about wanting my love for yourself, it didn't disappoint me...Rather, it got me excited, Mom, too happy and excited, if you get me."

His tone was laced with a dirty undertone, a hint of something taboo, and Olivia's brow furrowed, her curiosity tinged with suspicion as she tilted her head, her voice cautious...

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