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

"Who needs a fire extinguisher when I've got you, Kafka?~" Camila said jokingly as she held her hand that slightly stung from the burn and smiled like it didn't hurt at all so that she didn't lose her mature and graceful image in front of me.

"I could probably even burn the entire house down while cooking, and I wouldn't have to worry at all, since I know that you'll come out of nowhere like you did now when I was in danger and carry me to safety while carrying me out like a princess."

"Please don't burn down your house just so that you can satisfy your middle school fantasy, as I'm willing to carry you anywhere you want without you having to become an arsonist."

I said sarcastically and gently grabbed her hand and ran some cold water from the faucet over it, as there was no way I was going to believe her act, which Camila graciously accepted with a happy look on her face even though she had just burned herself, seeming to really like being taken care of like this.

"And I'm not a superhero or anything who can rush to your aid whenever you're in danger and only coincidentally just walked by your house and heard you scream, so be careful as I won't miraculously come and save you every time."

Well, even though I won't be able to save her if something like this happens again when I'm not around, the security team I'm going to set up for her is, as after this incident I decided that I would make a special team for each person in my family just in case anything goes wrong.

"Awww!~" Camila pouted in a dissatisfied manner as she saw me examining her fingers under the cold stream of water. "And here, I thought I could act like I'm in danger whenever I want to see you and have you show up in front of me, like you're my own personal superhero."

"Don't you dare try to use such fantastical methods to see me when I'm literally right next door and a 10-second walk away..." I stared at her with a solemn gaze, which she ignored and smirked to my annoyance, like a little kid who never took her elders advice seriously.

I simply shook my head at her spoiled behaviour that she could only show to me, since she was usually the one who handled the spoiled and rotten behaviour of her family and it was never the other way around, which she seemed to be really enjoying looking at how carefree she was even though she was so close to burning her house. I then asked,

"How did you even turn such a simple stir-fry into a flaming tornado on top of a pan?...I don't remember any dish that needs all the ingredients to be charred black."

"Well, I wanted to add a nice toasty caramelization to the veggies and give the meat a smoky flavour, so I tried to do a flambé that I saw on TV. But I ended up adding a little too much wine to it, which made it end up like this." Camila walked along with me as I took a frozen pack of peas out of the freezer and put it on her burned palm, which was paler than her skin.

"You might as well have added some gasoline rather than wine to your dish, as it looks more like you were trying to create a bonfire for an entire camp instead of simply adding a char to enhance the flavour." I said as I sat myself on her dining table nearby, and so did Camila on the chair next to mine and let go of her hand, since there wasn't anything else I needed to do because it was only a very faint burn that would get healed soon enough and didn't need any additional treatment.

But Camila didn't seem to like that idea since she really liked it when I held onto her hand and found it comforting, and she sneakily slid her hand into my fingers and held onto it once again.

Grab~

When I tried to pull away from her, she refused to let go and said, in an exaggerated manner with a pitiful look on her face,

"Come on, Kafka~ I'm someone who just went through an almost fatal accident and got injured along the way...Don't you think it's a little too cruel of you to deprive me of my emotional support when I need it the most now?"

"And I had thought that your mother raised you to be a gentleman who has impeccable manners, but it turns out that it isn't true at all since you haven't even said good morning to your beautiful partner, like any decent man would..." Camila teased me as she scooted her chair towards me so that she could be closer to me, which made us look like a couple that just got out of bed and were waiting for the coffee to be made.

"And I thought that you were a good cook too, Camila, since I was blown away by the taste of the dishes you made yesterday...But it doesn't really seem like so when I just saw you cooking burnt black potatoes and beef that's been charred until it's been turned to coal, for breakfast." I said with a smirk on my face, which made her roll her eyes and harumph for doubting her exceptional cooking skills that she seemed to be proud of, with just one mistake she made.

"...But at the same time, it is quite ungentlemenly of me to not say good morning to the lady who looks brighter than the rising sun, so I apologise for that."

Camila blushed at my statement and slyly looked at the sun shining out the window, like she was telling it that even though everyone thinks you look so beautiful, my man here thinks that I'm much prettier than you.

Seeing her compete with the sun made me chuckle at her adorable behaviour; her playful side starting to show after she didn't have to think about her burden, which was her family, and was much more relaxed and carefree around me.

And while she was smirking at the sun and looked like she was going to make fun of the moon as well when it came up, I lifted her soft hand until it reached my face and planted a gentle kiss on the place where she got burned to her surprise, and said as I looked up at her pink face,

"Good morning, Camila~ I hope that you can forgive me for not greeting you with this lowly kiss of mine~"

Chu~

"...I-I will if you give me another kiss on that same place, s-since your kisses feel so much more comfortable than whatever ice or medicine you can apply to that spot and makes it hurt so much less..." Camila shamelessly asked for another kiss with a flushed face while holding her hand like a queen, waiting for her most loyal knight to kiss her hand and show his allegiance.

Chu~

"As you wish my lady~" I said in a knightly manner and gave her hand another kiss, which made a smile leak out from her face when she was trying her best to stay composed and elegant like an actual queen.

"...And before you ask for another kiss, could you first tell me why you have all these plates of so many different types of dishes, from appetisers to deserts, on your dining table, Camila?"

I asked since she seemed like she was getting too full of herself and looked like she was going to ask me to kiss her hand again and again, knowing that I wouldn't refuse, and decided to divert her attention.

I then looked at her round dining table, which was full of white porcelain plates that were full of different dishes like enchiladas, tacos, pasta, fried chicken, pie, tempura, onion soup, schezwan noodles, etc, and all sorts of different food, to the extent that I could barely see the top of her dining table since it was full of food like she was preparing for a feast.

I thought that she made all this food because some guests were coming over to her house later, but who would've thought that it would be for a much more embarassing reason that was caused by the shameful noises she heard last night from my house...