God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 712: Passion Project

"Why I got this scooter?...Well it was because I needed something to get around town on my own."

Kafka said, his heart warmed by Olivia’s puppy-like enthusiasm as she admired the scooter as a person who loved vehicles herself.

"I mean, I can drive a car, but Mom’s always been super picky about letting me use hers unless she’s riding shotgun...So, I figured I needed my own ride to get from home to town or wherever else."

He paused, his voice brightening with a chuckle as he watched her crouch near the wheels.

"At first, I thought about getting a bicycle or something simple, but then I saw this poster on a wall downtown, advertising a vintage scooter for sale."

"...The second I saw it, I was hooked, knew I had to have it and bought it right then and there." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Olivia’s gaze lingered on the scooter’s tires, her voice soft with curiosity as she glanced up at him, her heart tingling with intrigue.

"It’s so adorable, Kafi, but it looks pretty old, doesn’t it?" She murmured, standing slowly, her fingers still tracing the rim. "Was it like this when you got it? I mean, it’s in such great shape now, but it’s got that vintage charm...Did it always look this good?"

Kafka shook his head, patting the scooter’s seat with a playful grin, his heart swelling with pride.

"Nah, Mom, it was a total wreck when I got it." He admitted, his voice brimming with satisfaction. "Rusted out, barely holding together and it took me a solid month to fix it up...I had to replace a ton of parts, even swapped out the engine because the old one was toast."

He laughed softly, his eyes glinting with the memory of his hard work.

"Not to mention the first time I tried driving it, it broke down two blocks from the place I bought it and just gave up on me...But the price was a steal because it was in such bad shape, so I couldn’t resist."

Hearing the unexpected statement come from her son’s mouth, Olivia’s eyes widened, her voice a stunned gasp as she stepped closer to him, her heart racing with disbelief.

"Y-You fixed it all by yourself, Kafi?" She exclaimed, her tone hushed with awe as she gestured to the scooter. "Like, actually got in there and rebuilt it? How...How’d you even know what to do? And why go through all that trouble?"

She paused, her voice softening with curiosity, her fingers fidgeting with her purse strap.

"I mean, if you wanted a scooter, you could’ve asked Abi, she’d have bought you a shiny new one in a heartbeat."

"Or me, even!...I’d have gotten you something brand, new, no rust, no hassle. Why put yourself through all that work?"

Kafka’s smile softened, his voice warm as he patted the scooter gently, his eyes meeting hers with affection.

"I could’ve asked, Mom, sure." He said, his tone sincere. "But I didn’t want to. This was my own thing, you know? A passion project. I loved digging into it, fixing it up, making it mine."

"There’s something about taking something beat, up and bringing it back to life that’s just...satisfying."

He said, his voice brightening with enthusiasm as he gestured to the scooter.

"And now, after all the work I’ve put into it, it feels like my scooter, not just something I bought off a lot...The whole process, tinkering, rebuilding, it was fun, and I’m proud of it."

Olivia nodded slowly, her voice a quiet murmur as realization dawned, her body swelling with pride while she gazed at the scooter.

"That’s...incredible, Kafi." She whispered, her eyes shimmering with awe, her fingers brushing the handlebars. "You’ve really grown up, haven’t you? Taking on a project like this, pouring your heart into it, it’s amazing...I had no idea you were so passionate about this kind of thing."

She then looked at him with a gentle gaze, her voice softening further.

"I know I haven’t said this much, but I’m so proud of you, you know?..It’s special, seeing you care about something like this."

Hearing his mother’s praise, Kafka grinned and he wanted to show off more to her so he pointed to the scooter’s vibrant yellow paint, his eyes glinting with pride.

"And get this, I did the paint job too." He quipped, his heart light with satisfaction. "I watched a bunch of online videos to figure out how to fix the scooter, and then I decided to make it look good too."

"...I especially picked this bright yellow because it’s Mom’s favorite color, and I added those pinstripes for some extra flair."

He said, his voice softening with a chuckle as he recalled the memory, his hand gesturing to the sleek lines.

"When I showed it to Mom after I finished, she was over the moon, jumping all over me, practically hanging off my arm like a kid...She absolutely loved it. You should’ve seen just how happy she was."

Hearing this, Olivia’s smile faltered, her voice a soft murmur as a pang of jealousy stung her heart, her fingers lingering on the handlebars.

"Yellow’s Abi’s favorite, huh?" She said, her tone gentle but tinged with sadness. "That’s really sweet, Kafi, that you thought of her like that, painting it her favorite color. She must’ve been so happy to see her personality on it."

She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper, her heart aching with quiet envy.

"It’s special, you know, that you did that for her. I bet she felt so...included."

Noticing the tiny hint of sadness in Olivia’s eyes and knowing exactly why she was feeling that way, Kafka’s eyes softened, his voice a warm chuckle as he placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer, his heart warmed by her expression.

"Hey, Mom, why the sad face?" He asked, leaning down toward her with a playful grin, his eyes glinting with affection. "What’s got you all pouty? You jealous or something? Feeling left out because I painted it yellow for Mom and didn’t add your favorite color?"

"No, it’s not like that at all, Kafi!" Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her voice a flustered squeak as she turned her face away, her heart racing with embarrassment. "You’re overthinking it, I swear. I’m not...I’m not jealous or anything silly like that."

"...I just thought it was nice, that’s all, really!"

Her voice wavered, her heart pounding as she tried to hide her feelings, her cheeks burning brighter at his teasing.

Kafka smirked, his voice a playful hum as he gently tilted her chin to meet his gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, come on, Mom, it’s so obvious you’re a little bummed." He teased, his tone light but affectionate, his fingers lingering on her chin. "And it’s honestly adorable that you’re getting all worked up over something like this...But don’t worry, I’m not the kind of guy who forgets he’s got two mother’s raising him."

"...You’ve got just as much representation on this scooter as Mom does, trust me."

He said as he looked over at the scooter to which Olivia also followed his gaze not knowing what exactly he was talking about since she couldn’t really see anything that had any semblance of her on it...

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Hey everyone! I’m really sorry for the confusion, but unlike what I said a few days ago, Chapter updates will go back to how they were before.

I completely forgot that some of you have paid for privileged Chapters, and it wouldn’t be fair if I stopped updating just to focus on another novel.

So to keep things fair, I’ll be continuing this series as usual.

Also, for those wondering if I’m going to put less focus on this story because of other projects—don’t worry at all. This is my first original story, the one that brought me this far, and there’s no way I’d ever abandon it.

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