God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

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.

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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.