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

While Camila, the graceful milf next door, was looking at me curiously with a slight smile on her lips, wondering who this handsome boy was that was at her doorstep with a plastic box in his hands, I blanked out as if I wasn't expecting the person to open the door to be the lady in front of me and stared at her just like how the courier girl was staring at me earlier, with a starstruck look in my eyes.

Camila was surprised by the dumbstruck look on my face and didn't know what to make of it other than to let out a little laugh, as if she had found it funny that a man who looked so confident before suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights when he saw her face.

She also seemed to have guessed that the reason I was staring at her in a daze was most likely because I wasn't expecting to see such a gorgeous woman like her appear out of the door, which made her smile grow even wider.

"Hello there..." She initiated the conversation while waving her hand at my face to wake me up from my daze, and she chuckled when she saw my body jerk in surprise when she called out to me. She then asked with a graceful smile on her face, like she found the boy in front of her, who was more than a decade younger than her, to be quite cute,

"Can I help you out?...Or are you going to stand at my doorstep all day and stare at my face while you're at it?"

"O-Oh no, sorry about that." I blinked and apologised for my rude behaviour while still staring at her in a stunned manner, like I had never seen a girl as beautiful as her before, which she seemed to really appreciate with the way she was looking at me with keen interest in her eyes.

"...I just wasn't expecting someone like you to be the one opening the door, and I was caught off guard when I saw you for the first time." I said in an honest manner, which made her raise an eyebrow, like she was amused by what I said.

"Why is that? Were you expecting someone else to open the door, or is it that you've come to the wrong house?" Camilla placed a hand on the frame of the door and leaned forward, looking forward to hearing my answer as to why I thought that someone else would open the door.

"This is the Alvarez residence, right?" I asked, as if I were making sure that I came to the right place, like she said.

"Yes.

Although this isn't exactly the Alvarez residence, Alvarez is my family name, so it can also be called the Alvarez house." Camila said as she nodded her head as if it made sense that I called it the Alvarez residency, when the actual name of the residency should be in her husband's family name, judging by what she said and the ring on her finger, which I already decided on making her take it off on her own in the future and throw it in the bin.

"And if you already know my surname, then it most probably means that you've arrived at the right house for whatever purpose you've come here...But if there is no confusion as to which house you arrived at, then why did you look so confused and surprised when you saw me for the first time?" She asked as she folded her hands over her chest, where I could see two of her twin bunnies peeking out.

"Is it because you didn't expect to see such a beautiful lady to open the door when you rang the doorbell?" Camila boldly flaunted how pretty she looked with a confident look in her eyes, which showed her mature and graceful nature where she could easily joke around with a boy who was several years younger than her.

"If it is so, then it makes sense as to why you looked so surprised when you saw me."

"And if that isn't the reason, then you better change it to that very reason, since it would make me feel much better about myself and score you better points in my book." She said in a teasing manner, which really made me admire her refreshing personality that would make her perfect for any kind of authoritarian or managerial position, since she seemed like someone who would be able to handle the most difficult situation in a cool and swift manner.

"Yes, I was surprised that someone as gorgeous as you, who looks like the grey moon that lights up the dark sky and shines far brighter than any star, was the one to open the door."

I casually said as if that wasn't the main point of the matter, which made Camila's confident blue eyes flicker for a second and made her grip her arms tightly, not expecting the boy, whom she thought was so innocent, to suddenly compare her to the moon and stars.

But as much as she was taken aback by the compliment, which was making her pale white ears slowly turn into a light shade of pink, she stood still as if it didn't bother her one bit to maintain her position as the adult here and let me continue even though I could see that she was feeling all giddy inside for being praised in such a way.

"But your overwhelming beauty wasn't the main reason as to why I was so shocked when I saw it, and it was because I was expecting to see someone else here in this house." Camila coughed to hide her embarrassment when she heard me call her beautiful again and asked quickly so that I wouldn't focus on her cheeks that were turning red,

"Then who was it? Who were you expecting to see after coming over to my household?"

"You see, I'm from the Vanitas family that has just moved into the neighborhood recently and was told by my mother to return your container to you and also thank you for the delicious food you gave us, since she couldn't do it herself as she's quite busy at the moment."

I showed the plastic box in my hand, which immediately made her understand that I was the son of her next-door neighbour who had just moved into town recently.

"But the thing is, when I asked her about our neighbours, she specifically told me that we had a really nice lady next door to us who graciously welcomed her to the neighbourhood and was a lovely person in general who didn't treat her as a stranger at all and more of a friend."

Camila gave a courteous smile to show that she appreciated my mother's remake and thought the same about her as well, which made sense since my mother was a really lovable person that you just couldn't hate and would always want to spend more time with.

"...And that's why I was expecting a middle-aged lady like my mother to open the door to your house and not anyone else since my mother didn't really mention anyone else other than that friendly lady she spoke with."

Camila was smiling the whole time while she was talking to me, like she was really enjoying the conversation we were having. But her smile froze when all of a sudden I called her a middle-aged woman, which was the last thing you can say to an adult woman, as they absolutely hated anything that reminded them of their age and would never sit well with them.