God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 837

Chapter 837: Just Knock Her Up, It’s Not That Big Of A Deal

Kafka was baffled. Absolutely, soul-wrung baffled.

He looked around the room like a man who had just watched his entire understanding of reality dissolve in front of him.

He’d expected outrage, screaming, rejection, maybe a few broken vases thrown in moral panic.

But instead, everyone seemed…fine. More than fine, they were agreeing with it. Smiling about it.

But what made the situation even worse was that when Kafka turned toward Vanitas, she was smiling too. Beaming, in fact, radiant and glowing like sunlight after a storm.

Her hands were clasped at her chest, eyes glassy with pride and relief. She looked like someone who had finally been accepted after carrying years of guilt on her shoulders.

And right now she truly was happy.

She’d been terrified of this secret, afraid that confessing her desire would destroy what little peace this strange family had built. But instead, they embraced her from the beginning, encouraged her even, and now she stood there, trembling with joy.

She couldn’t help but look at them all and feel like she truly belonged.

Kafka, however, wasn’t having it.

“You…” He barked, pointing at her with the exasperation of a man clinging to sanity by a thread. “Mom. Don’t, don’t you smile right now!”

“Wh-What?” Vanitas blinked, startled.

“Don’t ‘what’ me! You’re the mastermind of all this madness! Somehow you’ve brainwashed everyone here! So stop smiling like that, right now!”

Her face fell instantly, her smile shrinking into a pitiful pout. She looked like a student being scolded by her teacher, her hands fidgeting in front of her.

“I-I didn’t brainwash anyone…” She mumbled weakly.

Before Kafka could press on, Bella stood up sharply, stomping over to Vanitas’s side with an indignant flare of her wings.

“I already told you not to bully Auntie Vanitas, didn’t I?” She snapped, planting herself protectively in front of her. “You really have to stop doing that, Daddy! Look how sad she looks now. You’re so mean!”

Camilla nodded firmly, rising to join them.

“Yeah, Kafka. We love you, but this?” She gestured at him accusingly. “This is too much. You can’t just talk to her like that because she loves you. That’s not fair. She’s not hurting anyone.”

Kafka blinked, mouth falling open. “Wh-What do you mean not hurting anyone?! She just confessed she wants to have my—”

“Child.” Camilla interrupted sweetly. “She wants to have your child. Not your downfall. Big difference.” She crossed her arms. “It’s not even that bad when you think about it.”

“Not that bad—?!”

“Yeah.” Nina cut in, stretching lazily from the couch, a teasing smirk curving her lips. “Seriously, Kafka. You’re acting like she confessed to a murder. It’s just a baby.”

She waved a dismissive hand.

“Honestly, I don’t even mind waiting for my turn. If Vanitas wants to go first, let her. She’s been patient long enough.”

Kafka’s mouth went slack, his expression flat. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.” Nina said cheerfully.

And then, as if that weren’t enough to completely shatter his remaining composure, Abigaille stood up next. Her expression was soft, gentle, but resolute.

“Yes, Kafka.” She said, stepping toward him. “I wanted your child for a long time too. I really have. But after hearing Vanitas talk about everything she’s endured—her fears, her love for you, I think she deserves it more.”

She smiled kindly at Vanitas.

“I want her to be the one to bear your child first. Truly.”

Kafka stared at her in disbelief, barely able to find his voice. “Mom…you too?”

She nodded without hesitation.

Olivia, who’d been quiet in her corner, felt his eyes on her next. She froze, smiled nervously, and then, to his utter horror—scurried over to the women’s side without saying a word, her tiny steps quick like a child caught sneaking cookies.

Kafka turned in place, dumbfounded, watching his entire family line up on the opposite side of the room like a mutiny in progress.

Camilla then clapped her hands once.

“Okay, girls, I think we’ve made our point. Let’s not hang around here any longer. Before he starts bullying poor Vanitas again.” She gave him a teasing glance over her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go outside and play. Cool off a bit. I even heard that a cute little café has opened, so let’s go there and have our own tea party!”

Vanitas, still looking torn between guilt and delight, was gently pulled toward the door by Bella and Abigaille, while Nina trailed behind laughing under her breath.

Olivia followed last, glancing apologetically at Kafka but still choosing to leave with the others.

Meanwhile, Kafka stood there, utterly defeated, as the door closed behind them.

He then turned slowly to Evangeline, the only one still in the room with him. His expression was a mix of disbelief, outrage, and despair.

“This has to be a joke.” He said flatly. “This has to be a damn joke.”

Evangeline merely lifted an eyebrow, calm and unreadable as ever.

“I was expecting them to support me!” He continued, pacing back and forth. “To maybe tell me I’m not crazy, that I’m not some lunatic for thinking this is wrong! But no—apparently I’m the only sane person left in this entire house!” He gestured wildly toward the door. “Even they’re all against me now!”

He stopped pacing and turned to her, desperate.

“What about you, Evangeline?” He asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “What about you? You’re the voice of reason here, right? You don’t think I’m wrong, do you? You don’t think my principles are some kind of outdated nonsense?”

But even though he said that, he didn’t really think that she would agree and thought she would side with them as well.

And for a moment, she said nothing. Just watched him with that serene, sharp-eyed calm that made her impossible to read.

Then, softly, she shook her head. “No. Not at all.”

Kafka blinked. “Wait—what?”

Evangeline’s voice was smooth, but carried a subtle warmth beneath it.

“You’re not wrong, Kafka. From an outside perspective, you’re the one suffering most in this situation. You’re the one being asked to endure something that no normal man should ever have to. It’s…absurd, what they expect of you.”

She paused, her eyes softening.

“If I’m on anyone’s side here, it’s yours.”

For a heartbeat, Kafka said nothing. Then his face broke, shock, relief, and raw emotion flooding through him all at once. His eyes even glimmered faintly as he whispered,

“Evangeline…”

Before she could react, he lunged forward and pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face against her shoulder.

“I love you, Evangeline!” He said, his voice trembling. “I love you! Everyone’s given up on me, but you, you’re the only one who’s still with me!”

For a moment, Evangeline froze, her body rigid. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her chest, the warmth of his breath brushing her neck.

The sudden intimacy made her cheeks flush bright crimson.

Then, flustered beyond measure, she shoved him back hard, her voice sharp and cold to mask her embarrassment.

“Get off me!”

Kafka stumbled back, blinking in confusion.

“Wha—Evangeline?”

She glared at him, her composure fraying.

“I changed my mind.” She snapped, flustered. “I think Lady Vanitas is right. She should bear your child first!”

And with that, she spun around and stormed out, her face burning red.

Kafka stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the door she’d just exited through. His expression was hollow, utterly devoid of hope.

“…Great.” He muttered finally. “Even she abandoned me.”

He sank into a chair, slumping forward in disbelief.

“I really have no choice left, do I?…I guess I’m filling my mother’s belly sooner or later.”

The house was silent, save for the faint echo of laughter drifting in from outside, where Vanitas and the others played got into the car for their girls’ day out, blissfully unaware of the shattered man who was tasked with impregnating his mother left behind inside…

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