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

"Wait, then does that mean that this is a matriarchal world where women hold more power?" I asked even though it might sound weird for her to hear such an obvious question, since I couldn\'t hold back my curiosity about this world\'s social hierarchy.

"No, it\'s very much a patriarchal world where men are considered to be more superior, like it was set in the \'olden days\', and is still the same now..." She said with a sigh, as if she were hoping that one day these social standards would change in favour of equality between all sexes.

A patriarchal world where women were more capable than men? How does that make sense when women have a clear advantage in this world and should hold more power because of that advantage?

Are there any rules, values, or traditions from the past that have been followed up until now that give preference to men before women, even though girls in this world are more likely to prosper compared to men, like Camila said?

I wanted to ask a few more questions about this world\'s social status, but I didn\'t want our time together to turn into a political debate, so I stopped myself and thought I would look it up later and learn about this bizarre world a bit more.

"Wait, Kafka, are you really not lying to me when you say that you\'ll teach me about things like sports that men don\'t really like to talk to girls about?" Camila asked in wonder as she scooted up closer to me and looked up at me with a look of expectation on her face, while she placed her hand on my thigh, hoping that I would give her the response she wanted.

"Of course, why wouldn\'t I?" I said with a smile on my face, which made her blue eyes light up like stars and grip her fists in sheer delight. "You can just come over to my house whenever you want, and we can watch the game you\'re interested in while I hold you in my hands like this. And you can ask any doubt you have about the match, and I\'ll answer it in a jiffy, no matter how many times you ask."

"Really?!~ You won\'t even mind if I ask you to explain the entire match to me as it goes on if I don\'t really understand it myself?!" Camila pushed herself on to me in excitement and shook my thighs so that I would quickly answer her.

"Yes, yes~ I\'ll even recite the entire rules and regulations of the game from the official handbook for you, if you want to know about the game so much~" I said while holding her shoulders down so that she didn\'t climb on top of my thighs in exhilaration since she currently looked so excited that she found someone like me who held no prejudice against women and looked like she would have kissed me all over my face if she weren\'t married and single.

"And you know what?

Not only will I teach you the rules of the game while we sit side by side on my sofa, I\'ll also let you experience something that your husband has never shown you before in his place." I said with a sly grin on my face, which Camila didn\'t notice since she was too excited thinking about what I was going to teach her that she wouldn\'t be able to learn from any other man out there other then me

"What is it, Kafka? What is it that you\'re going to let me experience?" She asked in a fired-up manner, like she was ready to learn anything I was willing to teach her.

Caress~

But the excited look on her face suddenly changed into one of shock, where her eyes went wide and her legs trembled, when all of a sudden she felt my hand that was on her shoulder slither its way down to her chest and start to stroke the upper part of her soft breats.

Stroke~ Rub~ Stroke~

She didn\'t expect me to do something so shameless as feel her up in her own house, as she simply thought I was joking around with her before. But when she actually felt my cold fingers stroke the upper part of her breasts, where both her mangos started to hang down through her clothes, she realised that I wasn\'t all talk and was actually doing what I said I would do.

She didn\'t know what to do about the current state she was in, as this situation was simply too absurd for her to give an appropriate reaction. And she just sat still in shock, as her face turned brighter by the moment while feeling her plump breasts get felt up by a boy who was young enough to be her son.

Stroke~ Caress~ Grope~

Even though I didn\'t know what exactly was going on in her mind at this moment, the fact that she didn\'t immediately scream and push me away when she felt my fingers stroking her breasts was more than enough to tell me that she didn\'t really mind me feeling her up and only felt conflicted about it since it happened so suddenly and because she was a woman who was already taken.

Camila definitely wasn\'t a person who would let anyone take advantage of her, judging by the mean look in her eyes when she talked about the pathetic men in this world, which meant that to let me do what I was doing now to her without any obvious resistance, she was somewhat accepting of me and had certain feelings towards the boy next door that she herself didn\'t know about, to the point that she didn\'t immediately reject my advances and was letting it wallow for a while.