God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem Chapter 790: Devastating Beauty

Kafka blinked at the phone screen, brows furrowing as Nina’s words sank in.

"You saw what now?" He asked, his voice lined with confusion as he tilted his head at her image.

"A goddess, Kafka! A goddess, or an angel, or whatever you want to call it!"

Nina bounced slightly on her end, eyes alight, words tumbling out quick.

"Like soone straight out of a fairy tale, a vision who doesn’t belong in this world...I swear she left breathless, like the kind of figure you’d see in a dream, watching over us right now."

"...I saw her today, I really did, and I can’t—hnnn! I can’t handle it, I’m still shaking from it. I can’t believe I saw soone like that!"

Kafka’s lips curled into a sly grin, and he shook his head slowly. "So basically..." He said dryly. "...you looked into a mirror."

"Huh?" Nina blinked in confusion. "What do you an? I don’t—"

Then her cheeks reddened, realization dawning on her just as a loud...thud-thump-thump!...echoed through the call.

Kafka straightened, startled by the noise. "Nina? What was that? What happened?"

Her groan followed, strained and annoyed.

"Uuugh...it’s your fault, all your fault, stupid Kafka! I was going down the stairs when you made that dumb comnt, and I got flustered, and slipped! O.." She sounded like she was dragging herself up again, muttering between huffs. "Stupid, stupid Kafka...always saying embarrassing things, making blush like this..."

Even though he couldn’t see her flushed face, he could imagine it perfectly. He smirked, letting out a low chuckle.

"Sure, sure." He murmured, stepping out of the house and into the cool night, lifting his gaze toward the stars. "So...tell again, what was this about a goddess?"

Nina perked up imdiately, her excitent returning as if the fall never happened.

"Ah, yes, yes! So this morning I was cleaning up the hot springs before opening, wiping down the stones, sweeping leaves, you know the usual...And then suddenly, the door opened."

"...At first, I thought it was just another tourist who ca too early, and I was ready to scold them and send them off. But then I saw her."

Her voice softened into a kind of reverent hush.

"Kafka, she was so beautiful. So radiant I couldn’t believe soone like that even existed. For a mont, I froze, I couldn’t move. My body just locked up like it wasn’t even my own shop anymore. She wandered in, looking around, and I just stood there staring like a fool."

Kafka let out a low chuckle. "So she must’ve been quite the beauty, huh?"

"Yes!" Nina said at once, nodding furiously. "Not just beauty, her presence. It was...overwhelming. When I finally gathered courage and approached her to speak, I was nervous, , Kafka, nervous!"

Kafka raised his brows, genuinely surprised. "You? Nervous? The sa Nina who bites tourists heads off for leaving their towels in the wrong place?"

She pouted faintly but admitted. "Yes, ! I don’t know why, but in front of her, I felt...small. Like so ordinary commoner, and she was a queen. I couldn’t even look directly at her face; I kept glancing away. I was acting like a shy little girl."

Kafka laughed softly. "You act like a shy girl all the ti."

"Only with you, Kafka." She shot back quickly, her voice tinged with heat. "With everyone else, I’m bold, assertive, I don’t hold back...But with her, it was different."

"I couldn’t even...I couldn’t even muster the courage to kick her out. Instead, we ended up talking. She said she had just moved into town, curious about the hot spring, so she ca by...We spoke for a while, but the whole ti I was nervous. My hands were sweating, my heart racing."

Her tone shifted again, softer, embarrassed. "And then...sohow, we started talking about you."

Kafka blinked, genuinely taken aback. "? What did you bring up for?"

"I didn’t!" Nina insisted. "She asked , out of nowhere, if I had anyone important in my life. And the first thing that ca to mind was you."

Her voice grew shy, flustered, the edges trembling.

"So...I told her. I told her about you. And the mont I said your na, Kafka, she changed. Her calm eyes lit up brighter, her smile grew, it was subtle, but I saw it. Like she knew sothing, or like she was...interested. I don’t know why."

Kafka leaned against the doorfra, frowning in thought.

"I see, I see..." He was confused, wondering what kind of woman could make Nina of all people flustered, what kind of presence could rattle her like this.

Was she so actress? A celebrity passing through town?

Before he could ask further, a sudden sharp scream tore through the call. "Ahhh! You—! You ca back!"

Kafka flinched, fearing sothing bad had happened. "Nina! What’s wrong? Did anything happen?"

"No, no!" She cried quickly, breathless and hurried. "It’s not that! Kafka, it’s the cat! The one that’s been hiding around the springs! Every ti I try to catch it, it runs away."

"...But now, it’s just sitting here, calm, staring at ! If I go slowly, I think I can catch it this ti!"

Her voice turned gleeful, bubbling over with excitent. "So I’m cutting the call now, I have more important things to do! I’m catching this cat, Kafka!"

"Wait, Nina—" But before Kafka could finish, the call ended, leaving him with nothing but the quiet hum of the night and his phone screen gone dark.

He exhaled slowly, shaking his head with a faint smile. That was Nina for him, wild, unpredictable, endlessly excitable.

Still, the thought of this mysterious woman lingered in his mind. Soone so stunning she made Nina nervous, soone whose deanor changed at the re ntion of his na.

He then stepped back into the house, locking the door behind him. Dropping onto the sofa, he leaned back, eyes tracing the faint patterns on the ceiling while his mind circled endlessly around the sa thought.

Who was that woman Nina saw?

Soone so dazzling she made Nina nervous, soone whose deanor shifted the mont his na was spoken aloud.

Maybe she really was a celebrity, he mused. Soone Bella or Abigaille might recognize instantly from their endless binge-watching of dramas.

Perhaps he’d need to track her down himself, if only to satisfy his curiosity.

Just as his thoughts wandered toward Bella, his phone buzzed on the table. The na flashing on the screen pulled the faintest smile from his lips.

Speak of the devil...Bella was calling.

His chest ward with an odd fondness. He rembered vividly the bratty girl who once scowled at him every ti he spoke a word, who treated him like an intruder in her world.

And yet, she had softened, until she beca that affectionate kitten who couldn’t go a day without clinging to him and calling him "Daddy" in her playful, needy voice.

He swiped to answer, his tone light and teasing.

"Oh, Bella, I was just thinking about you. What perfect timing." He smirked, waiting for the inevitable singsong daddy to greet him.

Instead, what ca through was not Bella’s girlish lilt, but a low, velvety sigh, disappointed and tinged with mischief.

"Oh, Kafka...I’m so disappointed. Truly, I am."

His brows lifted, smile faltering as the voice, older, gentler, sultrier, continued,

"Here I was, thinking it would be such a pleasure to hear your voice late at night. But it seems all you were thinking about...was my daughter. What a pitiful mother I must be, to feel jealous of my own child."

"...You make jealous so easily, Kafka, with just one careless sentence."

Kafka pinched the bridge of his nose, a chuckle escaping him despite himself.

"Camila..."

He muttered, realizing instantly. She was the only one who could slip into theatrics so suddenly, turning a mundane call into a playful performance. Always teasing, always prodding, never letting him keep the upper hand for long.

Still smiling faintly, he replied. "For your information, I was thinking about you too, not just Bella."

"Oh?" She teased, her voice laced with skepticism. "When was that, I wonder? In your dreams, perhaps? You must have seen an angel fluttering about. Or no, no—" Her tone dropped mischievously. "...it must have been a succubus, hmm?"

"...A beautiful, sexy succubus draining you dry in your sleep. That’s why you rembered ."

Kafka shook his head, suppressing a laugh.

"Not at all. I was out earlier, and I kept catching glimpses of won with...let’s say, big, fat, juicy asses. Perfect shapes from behind. And every ti, Camila, I thought it was you. Those eyes of yours, that sway of your hips."

"...But again and again, I was disappointed when they turned around, and it wasn’t you."

For a brief second, the other end of the line went quiet. Then, a small smirk slipped into her voice.

"Really now? That’s quite the way to think of , Kafka. Brazenly admitting you were ogling other won’s asses, to , of all people. You have no sha."

He leaned back, grinning. "Does it bother you?"

"Not at all." She answered smoothly. "Look all you want. Soone like you could fill this family with more won, and I would only watch. In fact, I’m waiting for it."

"And to think that even while staring at them, your mind circled back to ...mm, that only proves my ass is unforgettable. Once tasted, there’s no going back."

Kafka let out a quiet laugh. "Careful, Camila...I really will bring back half of the town’s won if you keep on encouraging ."

Her chuckle rippled through the line.

That was the thing about Camila, she wasn’t like Nina, who flustered at the smallest tease. Camila gave back as good as she got, every word of hers a playful spark. Talking with her was always a ga, always toeing that line.

He let the banter hang for a mont before steering the conversation. "Leaving all that aside, why exactly are you calling on Bella’s phone?"

"Oh, nothing dramatic." She replied smoothly. "I just finished making dinner. My own phone’s out of charge, so I borrowed hers. No big deal. But..." Her voice shifted with a sigh. "It’s Bella I wanted to talk about. She’s beco a little crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what to do with her."

Kafka frowned. "Crazy? What do you an? Did another one of her favorite soap-opera leads die or sothing? Is she crying and laughing at the sa ti again, like a lunatic?"

Camila let out a musical laugh. "No, no, nothing like that. Usually, she’s crazy for you, her one and only idol. She talks about you endlessly, you know."

He smirked. "Of course she does. She’s proud of her daddy. That’s only natural."

"Yes, yes, that’s true." Camila’s voice softened, amused. "But it seems another idol has captured her eyes. Soone new to fangirl over. Soone else she can’t stop talking about."

Kafka’s brows drew together, a faint sharpness entering his tone. "A celebrity from TV? So new actor she’s infatuated with?"

Camila chuckled lowly. "No. Not a celebrity." She paused deliberately, as though savoring the suspense. "A person. In real life."

The words hit him like a stone in the gut. His eyes narrowed, voice dipping cold. "Another man?"

"Oho!" Camila sang, delighted by his reaction. "Look at you, so jealous, so possessive, at the re idea of your daughter idolizing another man. You really are too cute, Kafka."

He exhaled sharply, irritation sparking.

"Of course I am. My daughter fangirling over so filthy bastard? That’s unacceptable. The world is full of dangerous n, disgusting n. I won’t allow it."

"Oh, please." She laughed, rich and amused. "The most dangerous man of them all is you, my dear. And listen to yourself, you sound more and more like a father with every word."

"I am her father." He said firmly.

"Sure, sure." Camila teased. "What kind of father sleeps in his daughter’s bed, making love to her so hard that her bed always ends up wet the next while I’m in the next room?"

Heat flushed Kafka’s cheeks, his eyes flicking away as if she could see his guilt through the line.

"Tch." He shook off the sting of her jab, forcing his voice steady. "Never mind that. Tell , who exactly is this person Bella’s suddenly idolizing?"

"Oh, yes." Her tone grew thoughtful. "We went to a pottery class today, just the two of us, a little mother-daughter session. But out of nowhere, soone else joined...We thought it was just us, so it was a surprise."

She paused, then her voice dipped into awe.

"And Kafka, let tell you, I’ve seen many beautiful won in my life. Abigaille. Olivia. Even that spicy cracker goblin Nina. But this woman today...she was beyond them all. Out of this world."

"...Like a goddess had walked into the room."