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

Chapter 505 Helping One Another's 'Pipes'...

camila tilted her head slightly, a soft smile playing at her lips as she took a measured step closer. her voice, low and demure, carried a teasing warmth that seemed to wrap around me. "are you sure about that, kafka?" she asked gently, the question lingering in the air like a whispered secret.

i tried to keep my composure, but there was something about the way she moved—fluid, graceful, her hips swaying in a way that made it impossible to look away. the scent of her perfume, light and familiar, curled in the space between us, making it harder to focus.

"y-yeah." i managed, though my voice sounded more uncertain than i intended. "still no."

camila's eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she caught the hesitation in my tone. she let out a soft, melodic laugh, stepping closer until the air felt charged with her presence. "really?" she said, her voice a mere murmur as her gaze held mine. "you don't sound so sure anymore."

bella, still watching from the side, frowned slightly, clearly confused by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. "mom, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice cutting through the tension.

"nothing, sweetheart." camila said smoothly, without breaking eye contact with me. "just seeing if your dad is as stubborn as he claims."

bella groaned in frustration, throwing her hands up. "you two are so weird." she muttered before stomping off toward the kitchen. "i'm getting a snack."

the room fell quiet, and the absence of bella's presence made the tension between camila and me feel even more palpable. camila turned fully toward me now, her expression soft but with a hint of something playful and knowing.

"so..." she began, stepping closer until only a breath separated us. her voice dropped slightly, taking on a husky, intimate tone as used her fingers to draw circles on my chest. "are you really going to keep saying no? even when i'm asking so nicely?"

i swallowed hard, my pulse quickening despite my best efforts to remain calm. the way she was looking at me—soft yet intense, teasing yet sincere—made it impossible to ignore the effect she was having on me.

"i-i..." i started to reply, but the words caught in my throat.

camila's smile deepened, her eyes gleaming with quiet triumph. she then rose onto her tiptoes, bringing her lips dangerously close to my ear. the warmth of her breath brushed against my skin as she decided to deliver the final blow by whispering, "would you really say no, kafka...if i said i'd help you with 'your pipe' afterward, if you help fix the one in my bathroom?"

"he said yes." camila confirmed with a nod.

"yes!" bella cheered, rushing over to grab my hand. "come on, daddy, let's go before you change your mind!"

i barely had time to react before she started dragging me toward the bathroom, her grip surprisingly strong for someone her size. "okay, okay! i'm coming!" i said, stumbling slightly as i tried to keep up with her pace.

as we passed by camila, i glanced back at her, only to find her waving at me with that same knowing smile.

her eyes gleamed with amusement, and i couldn't help but think that she's one formidable woman. even when she wasn't directly involved, she always managed to steer things exactly where she wanted them to go.

camila gave me a little wink as bella pulled me further away. "good luck." she said sweetly. "i'll be waiting to hear how it goes!"

"yeah, yeah." i muttered under my breath, shaking my head. "formidable, indeed."

bella didn't seem to notice the exchange, too busy chattering excitedly about what we were going to do. "okay, so first we check where the leak is, right? and then you can show me how to fix it! oh, and maybe i can try tightening something myself!"

"let's not get ahead of ourselves." i said, glancing down at her. "one step at a time, okay? let's figure out where the problem is before we start fixing anything."

"okay!" bella said enthusiastically, her grip on my hand tightening as she practically dragged me into the bathroom.

as i stepped inside, i couldn't help but glance back one last time. camila stood at the doorway, watching us with that same satisfied smile, her hands resting lightly on her hips. i knew this wouldn't be the last time she roped me into something like this, but for now, i was too caught up in bella's excitement to care.

besides, i thought with a small, reluctant smile, it wasn't so bad to have some father-daughter time with my adorable daughter, who looked so excited to spend some time with me...