God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 717 - 717: What If Someone Sees Us?

After several failed attempts at resisting, Olivia had finally found her resolve. She pressed her eyes shut tightly and kept them that way, no matter how many "Oh wow, Mom, there's a street magician with a dancing monkey over there!" comments Kafka threw at her.

She felt proud of herself...For once, she wasn't falling for his tricks.

Going against her son's will had always been hard for her, Kafka had this way of slipping under her guard without even trying.

She trusted him so easily, almost blindly, and every word he uttered seemed to slip straight past her reason and root itself in her heart.

Every time he spoke, no matter how ridiculous, it lit a spark of curiosity in her chest. Without thinking, she'd peek.

But not this time.

Now she sat stiffly on the front seat, lips pursed in quiet victory, refusing to crack no matter what he said. Even her curiosity about the town, usually so hard to suppress, was dimmed by her determination.

Kafka also noticed her newfound resolve and chuckled softly under his breath.

"Huh...so stubborn." He murmured with a grin.

But instead of teasing her further, he let the idea settle in his mind, and then something warmer, more mischievous sparked in his chest.

Slowly, he leaned forward, his arms tightening gently around her waist to pull her closer and to her surprise, his lips brushed against the delicate curve of her neck, just behind her ear, in a light, feather-soft kiss.

"Kiss!♡~"

Olivia stiffened instantly, her breath catching as her heart stumbled. "K-Kafi?" She whispered, her voice shaky and small. "What are you…?"

But her question melted into a sharp inhale as his lips returned, this time pressing more firmly to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

"Kiss!♡~"

The kiss lingered, warm, unhurried as though he was savoring every second.

He then kissed her again, just a little lower, his breath brushing against her skin in between, sending a tingling warmth racing down her spine. Then another kiss—so slow and tender that her toes curled inside her shoes.

"Kiss!♡~"

"Chu!♡~"

"Kafi...stop…" She murmured, her voice quivering, her fingers clutching at her skirt nervously. "T-This is...we're outside...people might see…"

But Kafka didn't stop. He trailed his lips upward again, following the graceful line of her neck as though tracing it from memory.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Each kiss was tender, his mouth warm and soft, and yet firm enough to make her feel every brush of his lips.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

He kissed her like she wasn't just his mother, but like she was someone precious, someone cherished, someone a lover would hold with reverence.

It made Olivia's chest ache.

Her heart pounded wildly as she fought against the strange, fluttering warmth spreading through her body.

The back of her neck had always been sensitive, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched her there. And now her own son was lavishing her with attention in that tender spot, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to scold him or lean into it.

"Kafi...y-you can't...I-I mean it...Mmm!♡~...It's embarrassing…" She stammered, though her voice lacked conviction.

But deep down, Olivia knew the truth.

She loved it...She loved the way his kisses made her feel, warm, cherished, adored.

It also wasn't just physical. Every time his lips pressed to her skin, it felt like he was pouring all of his affection, all of his love, straight into her.

It made her feel treasured in a way she didn't even know she craved.

Of course, she couldn't let him know that. She couldn't admit how her heart fluttered each time he kissed the nape of her neck, how her chest felt light and full all at once.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

"Stop...Kafi...I said stop…" She whispered again, her voice weaker than ever.

"Hmm?" Kafka hummed against her skin, his lips still pressed to her neck as he placed another kiss, slow and deliberate. "I don't think you really want me to."

Olivia's face flushed crimson. "I-I do! I'm your mother! You can't just...kiss me like that...outside where people might see us…"

But Kafka only smiled softly, his arms firm around her waist as he kissed the back of her neck again, and again, and again. He moved with such care, his lips lingering on every spot like he was memorizing the shape of her, savoring her warmth.

"You're too tense." He murmured lowly, his breath tickling her ear. "Relax, Mom. Just let me take care of you for a little while."

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut tighter, fighting the way her body wanted to melt into his hold, the way her heart seemed to bloom and ache all at once.

She felt the world fade around her, the town, the people, even her embarrassment. All she could feel was Kafka's steady embrace and his lips brushing against her skin like soft, reverent confessions.

And even though her voice kept whispering protests...deep down, she didn't want him to stop.

But even though Olivia couldn't deny that a part of her secretly loved the way Kafka was doting on her, how warm his lips felt every time they brushed against her neck, how safe and wanted she felt in his embrace, there was still a voice inside her that insisted she had to stop him.

She was his mother, after all...And as his mother, wasn't it her duty to draw a line somewhere?

Her cheeks burned hotter at the thought. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and, summoning all the sternness she could muster, spoke up.

"Kafi...i-it really is quite shameless, doing something like this in public." She muttered, her voice soft but edged with a fragile resolve. "Even if I let it slide because you're my son, it doesn't change how it looks."

"A mother shouldn't let her son lavish her in kisses like this."

"...Well, atleast not in a public place like this."

Kafka's grin deepened. He didn't pause; instead, he pressed another gentle kiss to her nape, his warm breath making her shiver despite herself.

"Shameless, huh?" He murmured softly, his tone almost teasing. "Even if we are in public, no one can really see what we're doing, Mom. We're zooming past them so fast it probably just looks like I'm shielding my face from the wind."

He chuckled lowly, placing yet another tender kiss just below her ear.

"And besides..." He continued, his voice softening into something warmer. "Even if they could see us...I don't really care."

"W-What?" Olivia stiffened, her lips parting in a quiet gasp.

"There's no reason to hold back." Kafka said gently. "You're my mom, and I'm just treating you with the love you deserve. What's so wrong about that?"

He kissed her neck again, a little slower this time, as though to drive his point home.

"And it's not like kissing is such an intimate gesture anyway. People kiss each other all the time in public on the cheek, on the forehead. So why are you so flustered right now?"

Olivia's face was now crimson. "Y-You know why." She stammered, her voice shaky and small. "I mean, of course it's a kiss or two, people wouldn't mind that much. But...But this…"

She felt every single kiss burn softly against her skin, leaving an invisible trail that made her chest tighten and her heart flutter helplessly.

"…this is different!"

She burst out finally.

"You're kissing me over and over on the back of my neck...Even the people watching would get embarrassed seeing something so shameful! I can feel all of it, every single kiss, Kafi, it's too much!"

Kafka chuckled softly, a warm, low sound that vibrated against her skin and sent another shiver rippling down her spine.

Her thoughts, however, were spinning out of control.

'What if someone really saw this?' She fretted inwardly, her heart hammering against her ribs. 'What would they even think if they knew he was my son? A boy kissing his mother like this...it's not normal. It's not…'

Her imagination betrayed her with images of strangers whispering, giving them curious or judgmental glances.

'Would they think I'm some shameless woman? Or worse, that there's something strange between us?'

The thought made her face burn hot, and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to hide not just from the people outside but from her own embarrassment...