God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 707: Cosplay Outfits

Despite her vulnerability, curiosity flickered in her chest, wondering what her son’s taste in clothes might be, eager to know what he’d choose for her, perhaps something she could wear to please him in the future.

The thought made her blush deepen, a pang of guilt hitting her for wanting to appeal to him as a man, not just a son, a desire that felt so wrong yet undeniably exciting.

But her eyes suddenly widened in shock as Kafka pulled a small white outfit from the wardrobe, her initial thought that it was a cute dress quickly dissolving when she realized it was actually...a nurse’s uniform, complete with a fitted bodice and short skirt, something straight out of a hospital fantasy!

"Kafi!" She gasped, her voice a startled whisper as her hands tightened over her chest, her heart pounding with disbelief. "J-Just, what is that?!"

But Kafka didn’t notice her reaction, holding the outfit up with a thoughtful hum, his voice musing as he studied it.

"This would look killer on you, Mom." He said, his eyes tracing the fabric as if picturing her in it. "You’ve got that clean and cold nurse vibe, like you’d take care of patients but with this sharp, commanding look, staring down at them while you work."

"...Bet it’d drive some folks wild. Too bad it’s probably too tight for you, and not quite right for a shopping trip." He shrugged, placing it back in the wardrobe, his body relaxed as he moved on to the next option.

Before Olivia could process her shock or ask what he meant, Kafka pulled out another outfit, her jaw dropping as she saw a women’s police uniform, complete with a fitted jacket and a skirt far shorter than any real officer would wear.

"Oh my God..." She whispered, her body stiffening as her eyes widened further, her heart racing with embarrassment and confusion.

Kafka held it up, his voice thoughtful as he tilted his head. "Now this one’s got potential too." He said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It’s kinda like that work outfit you had on yesterday, all professional and sharp, but with a twist."

"...You’d probably scare half the town, though, looking like you’re about to arrest someone. Too much for a morning shopping trip." He chuckled, placing it back, his hands moving swiftly to the next item, oblivious to Olivia’s growing disbelief.

Olivia’s mind reeled, her body frozen as she watched him pull out yet another outfit, this time a maid dress, intricately designed with black lace and a plunging neckline, clearly custom, made for someone with Abigaille’s curves.

Her heart thudded, her voice catching in her throat as Kafka grinned, holding it up with a gleam in his eye. "Now this is perfect." He said, his voice bright with enthusiasm as he turned to her. "Picture it, Mom, a cold-eyed maid, serving her master with that reluctant, sassy look, like you’re doing it against your will but nailing it anyway. It’s hot as hell."

"...So, what do you think? You good with this one?" His tone was teasing, his eyes searching her face for a reaction.

Olivia’s cheeks burned as she snapped out of her daze, her voice a flustered shout as she lunged forward, grabbing the maid outfit from his hands.

"No, never, Kafi! What are you even talking about?"

She said, shoving it back into the wardrobe with trembling hands, her heart pounding with embarrassment.

"There’s no way I’m wearing that, not in a million years!"

Her body moved quickly to block him from grabbing it again, her eyes wide with panic at the thought of him insisting, knowing she’d have little choice if he pushed. To shift his focus, she spun around, her voice a flustered rush as she gestured to the wardrobe.

"W-What is all this, Kafi? Why does Abi have all these...these naughty outfits? Does she wear this stuff around town? Is this for some costume party or something?" Her face was red, her body tense with confusion and embarrassment, her heart racing at the implications.

"Nah, Mom, no way she’s wearing these out in town." Kafka shook his head with a playful sigh, his voice casual but tinged with mischief. "I mean if she did, she’d have every eye on her, though I gotta say, that’d be one hell of a sight."

"...But these are cosplay outfits that she actually wears for me, you know, to spice things up."

His tone turned lewd, his gaze sweeping over her body as he continued.

"She started with just a couple, but she kept adding more to keep me hooked. Works like a charm, too...Every time she puts one on, I lose it, can’t keep my hands off her."

"She’ll wear a new one, and I’m all over her, not stopping even if she begs...These outfits? They’re a game, changer, Mom, make any guy go wild."

Olivia’s throat went dry, her body trembling as her cheeks flushed with shock and reluctant excitement, her heart pounding at the thought of Abigaille wearing these outfits for Kafka in bed.

"F-For you?" She asked, her voice a shaky whisper as she stepped back, her hands clutching her arms tighter. "You mean...Abi wears these to...to please you? Like, in bed?"

Her eyes widened, her mind reeling at the image of her friend and co-mother in such intimate, provocative scenarios with her son, a thought that left her both mortified and strangely curious.

Kafka’s grin turned sly, his body leaning closer as his eyes roamed her form, his voice low and teasing.

"Exactly, Mom." He said, his hands gesturing toward the wardrobe. "Sometimes the usual stuff gets old, so she switches it up with these. Keeps it exciting, you know?..And let me tell you, it works."

"...Seeing her in a new outfit, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time, and I just can’t hold back." His tone was candid, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched her reaction, clearly enjoying her flustered state.

Olivia’s heart raced, her body stiffening as she swallowed hard, her voice barely audible.

"That’s...a lot, Kafi." She said, her hands fidgeting nervously, her mind spinning with the implications.

The thought of Abigaille dressing up to please Kafka stirred a confusing heat in her chest, part of her wondering if she’d need to do the same to keep his attention, to not lose out to her friend’s bold displays.

But before she could dwell on it, Kafka’s voice cut through, his hands pulling out another outfit, his tone bright with excitement.

"Oh, and there’s this new bunny outfit Mom got." He said, his eyes scanning the wardrobe as he searched for it. "I haven’t even seen her in it yet, but I bet it’d look perfect on you. Wanna try it? I think it’d fit you like a glove." He said in a teasing manner, his body turning to her with a grin.

"No way, Kafi!" Olivia’s eyes widened in panic, her body lunging forward to grab his arm, her voice a flustered shout. "Absolutely not!" She said, pulling him back from the wardrobe, her heart pounding with embarrassment. "I’m not wearing any cosplay today, especially not a bunny outfit! I’m already embarrassed showing this much skin, you know that! I’m not like Abi, I can’t just...parade around in stuff like that!"

Her tone was firm, her body tense as she held his arm, her cheeks burning with mortification.

But then her voice softened, her eyes flicking up to his as she fidgeted with her fingers, her body shrinking slightly.

"But...I mean, if you really wanted me to wear something like that at home, m-maybe one day I wouldn’t mind." She mumbled, her voice shy and hesitant, her heart racing at her own boldness. "You know, if it’s just for you, and you really want it. I-I don’t wanna lose out to Abi, after all."

Her eyes darted away, her body curling inward as she admitted her willingness to please him, her heart torn between embarrassment and a desire to stay close to him. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Kafka’s grin widened, as he patted her head, his voice warm and teasing. "Oh, I’m definitely taking you up on that offer, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with delight at her concession. "You in a bunny outfit? That’s gonna be a sight I won’t forget...But for now, let’s keep it simple."

He turned back to the wardrobe, his hands pulling out a white sundress, its fabric light and flowing, adorned with delicate lace trim, a pure and elegant contrast to the cosplay outfits.

"This is the one." He said, holding it up with a smile, his voice soft but decisive. "It’s beautiful, just like you. Try it on, Mom. It’s perfect for today."

Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her body relaxing as she took the dress, her fingers brushing the soft fabric, her voice a shy whisper.

"This...this is really pretty, Kafi." She said, her eyes meeting his with gratitude, her heart warming at his choice. "Okay, I’ll try it. But no more cosplay talk, alright? I’m already nervous enough about today."

She smiled softly, body easing as she held the dress in hand, ready to slip it on and begin the day by his side, her chest dancing with a quiet thrill and jittery excitement.

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