God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem Chapter 510 Heart Shape

My brain stalled for a second as her words sank in. I blinked at her, confused. "Teach you how to shave...down there?" I echoed slowly, as if saying it aloud would sohow make more sense.

Bella's entire face turned crimson, and she looked like she wanted to disappear. She clutched the hem of her shirt even tighter, twisting it nervously between her fingers.

"Yeah..." She mumbled, barely loud enough to hear. Read new adventures at empire

I gave her a puzzled look, still trying to wrap my head around the absurd request. "Why are you asking sothing like that?" My brow furrowed, suspicion creeping into my tone. "This isn't so...weird perverted thing, is it?"

Bella's eyes widened in horror, and she frantically shook her head. "No! No way! It's not like that!" Her voice ca out in a high- pitched squeak, and she waved her hands in front of her as if to physically bat away the accusation. "Why would you even think that?!"

"Then why?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "I an, you're old enough to know how to handle sothing like that on your own, right?...Why would you need to teach you?"

She hesitated again, biting her lip nervously as she glanced away. Her eyes wandered around everywhere, and it took her a mont to work up the courage to answer. "I...I-I don't actually know how." She admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, while I stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate.

"What do you an, you don't know how?" I asked, still puzzled. "Most people figure that out by themselves...It's not exactly rocket science."

Bella's blush deepened, and she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "I an...until now, there wasn't any need to learn such a thing." She said, her tone flustered but honest.

"No need to?" I repeated, still not quite getting it. "What are you talking about?"

She glanced at briefly before looking away again, clearly mortified by what she was about to say. "This is the first ti I've ever, you know...grown hair down there." She explained, her voice soft and hesitant. "I-I didn't think anything would ever show up, so when it did, I was terrified and didn't know what to do."

Now that caught off guard. I blinked at her, surprised by the revelation as I asked, "Wait...This is the first ti?"

"Yes!" She squeaked, hugging herself tightly as if that would shield her from the embarrassnt of admitting sothing so personal. "I never thought it would happen, okay? But then, one day...sothing showed up, and I didn't know what to do, so I freaked out!"

She sighed, clearly frustrated with herself, before continuing. "I even went out and bought a shaving kit, thinking I could figure it out on my own. But..." Her voice trailed off, and she gave a sheepish look. "I got too scared to use it. I didn't want to ss it up or...hurt myself, so I thought maybe...you could help?"

Her voice grew quieter and quieter toward the end of her sentence, and by the ti she finished, she was giving a pair of wide, pleading puppy dog eyes that made it hard to say no, even if her request was completely out of left field.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to make sense of what I'd just heard. "Wait, let get this straight." I said slowly, glancing at her flushed face. "You've never...grown any hair down there? Ever? Even though you're already an adult."

Bella's hands clenched tightly at the edge of the counter, and she gave a tiny, flustered shake of her head. "N-No...never." She mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting everywhere except at . "It's always been...bare. Like, completely bare."

She paused, fidgeting even more nervously as though she wanted to stop but found herself compelled to keep explaining.

"I an, not even a little fuzz. Nothing...It was always smooth-like a baby's skin or sothing." Her voice wavered, and with every word, her blush deepened further, creeping down her neck to her shoulders. "And just thought maybe it was normal for so people to...stay that way forever but apparently not." She bit her lip, casting a quick, mortified glance my way before hurriedly looking down at the floor again.

And as the realization of what she'd just admitted sank in, she groaned softly and covered her face with both hands. "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this...Why am I even telling you this?!" Her voice was muffled behind her fingers, dripping with embarrassnt. "This is so humiliating..."

I stood there for a second, trying not to laugh at how utterly flustered she was. Her shoulders were hunched, and she looked like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

"Well.." I said after a mont, rubbing the back of my neck thoughtfully. "It's not unheard of. So won really do start late when it cos to stuff like that." I paused, glancing at her again, and before I could stop myself, I added, "And, you know..." My eyes road over her face, taking in her delicate features, her soft lips, the way she kept fidgeting nervously. "Won who start becoming sexually active tend to mature faster. So, in a way...maybe this is my fault too."

Bella's head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief and embarrassnt. "W-What?!" She squeaked, her voice higher than usual. "How is that your fault?! Don't just say weird things like that!"

I shrugged, trying to suppress a grin. "I'm just saying...maybe I kickstarted sothing." Her flustered expression was priceless, and I couldn't help but enjoy watching her try toco up with a response.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, clearly too embarrassed to argue. Instead, she looked down at her feet, her hands twisting nervously around each other. "Daddy, you jerk." She muttered under her breath, though there was no real heat behind the word.

I chuckled again, stepping closer. "Alright, fine. But seriously, why co to with sothing like this? You could've just asked your mom. I'm sure she'd know exactly what to do."

Bella's head shot up, and she stared at like I'd just suggested sothing insane. "No way!" She blurted, waving her hands frantically. "There's no way I could ask her about sothing like this! That would be way too embarrassing!"

I raised an eyebrow, amusent flickering in my eyes. "And asking isn't embarrassing?" I asked, my voice turning sly as I took another step toward her. "You don't think it's awkward to ask to help you shave...down there?"

She hesitated, biting her lip nervously before mumbling in a barely audible voice, "I-It's not as bad with you." When I didn't respond imdiately, she peeked up at through her lashes, her cheeks still burning. "You've already...s-seen all of . Like multiple tis, s-so it wouldn't really matter". The last part ca out so softly I almost didn't catch it, but the way she fidgeted nervously made it clear how much the admission flustered her.

I stared at her for a mont, then let out a low chuckle, my smile deepening. "Fair point." I said, the teasing note in my voice unmistakable. "I guess I can't argue with that."

"Still..." I said, my tone deliberately light. "It probably would've been better if you'd asked your mom about this instead. She's kind of an expert when it cos to grooming, you know? She's always so neat and tidy with herself." I saw Bella give a wary side-eye, sensing where I might be heading, but that only made teasing her more tempting. "In fact..." I continued, ignoring her warning glare. "...there was even this one ti where she-"

"Daddy, don't-

"-managed to trim it into a heart shape." I said, grinning as I finished the sentence. "She did it as a joke to surprise . Took a second to notice, but once I did...well-"

Before I could finish, Bella let out a horrified squeak and launched forward, landing a surprisingly solid punch to my chest. "Stop it! Don't talk about my mom like that!" She shrieked, her voice high-pitched with embarrassnt.

I barely flinched from the hit, laughing as I rubbed the spot where her fist had landed. "What? I'm just saying she's quite lucrative...You might've picked up a few tips if you'd asked her."

Bella groaned loudly, covering her face with both hands as though trying to block out my words.