God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 880

Chapter 880: Why Do We Have To Give Birth At The Same Time?!
It had been less than a year since that fateful night of fertility, and a lot had happened in the Vanitas household since then. A lot.

Like how Evangeline’s obsession with oranges had gone so far she bought land and became a full-fledged farmer, running her own flourishing orange orchard.

Camilla’s sauce business had reached divine heights—literally—her recipes now sold to the gods themselves, who couldn’t get enough of her fiery flavors.

Bella, meanwhile, discovered her hidden gift for singing; her voice was so pure and beautiful that the gods dubbed her the Angel of Melody.

And June?…She opened a fashion boutique in the heavens, where gods and devils lined up for her celestial designs.

But through all the achievements and hilarious moments, one thing had remained constant.

Every single woman from that night had ended up pregnant. At the same time.

Kafka truly lived up to his title as the Incarnation of Lust; not one of them was spared.

And was more shocking was when they realized they would also be giving birth on the same day.

And that day—was today.

The heavens were in an uproar.

Inside a holy temple bathed in warm golden light, eight beds were arranged in a perfect circle, each glowing faintly with blessing seals.

Vanitas moved briskly around the room with several other goddesses acting as nurses, while the air was filled with groans and cries for help.

“OH MY GOD, WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!” Nina screamed, gripping the sides of her bed. “I THOUGHT I COULD HANDLE THIS! I’VE BEEN KICKED IN THE FACE! I’VE HAD MY BONES BROKEN!”

“BUT THIS—THIS IS TORTURE!”

Camila, panting on the next bed over, half-smiled despite the sweat on her brow.

“I told you didn’t I?” She managed between contractions. “I told you childbirth was the one battle you can’t prepare for…But nooo, you didn’t believe me.”

Nina turned to glare at her. “Oh, shut up! You’re acting all wise, but you’re screaming every five minutes too!”

Camila’s lips twitched. “At least my screams are elegant.”

“ELEGANT MY—AAARGH!” Nina’s voice cracked into another yell as a contraction hit.

Two nurse-goddesses exchanged amused glances before rushing to help.

June, a few beds away, groaned, gritting her teeth as another contraction hit.

“Can you two maybe not start a war while giving birth?! You’re literally pushing out children right now! If they hear this before they’re even born, they’ll start arguing the second they take their first breath!”

Seraphina, lying beside her with the composure of a saint, exhaled slowly and said,

“That would actually be good, June. It builds strength and resilience. Sibling rivalry sharpens the soul.”

“You’re philosophizing right now?!” June shot her a look between contractions.

Seraphina calmly nodded, even while gripping the sheets.

“Of course. Great warriors are born in conflict.”

Lyra, who was on the next bed, glared at her sister between gasps.

“Big sis, don’t tell them something like that!” She panted, gripping the nurse’s hand. “They should grow up as friends, not rivals! You and I fought like cats and dogs for years before we became close—do you really want them to go through that?”

“It made us close, didn’t it?” Seraphina smirked faintly.

“Nooo!” Lyra shouted, pushing again. “That’s the trauma of the being forced to fight each other by the organisation speaking! Don’t mistake that for something beautiful!”

Vanitas had to clap her hands to break up the argument.

“Ladies, focus! Remember your breathing—deep in, deep out. This is moment of creation, not a battlefield!”

But the chaos only grew.

Bella, halfway through her own ordeal, puffed out a breath in agitation as her baby peeked out into the world.

“Oh, don’t act so high and mighty, Auntie Vanitas! You’re the one who put him in that…mood in the first place!”

“And because of that we’re all giving birth at the same time! You knew this would happen!”

From the corner, Evangeline smirked, arms folded.

“She does have a point.”

Hearing this accusation, Vanitas froze, then whipped her head around.

“H-Hey, that’s not right!” She snapped before her tone dropped to a guilty mutter. “I didn’t know something like this would happen, alright? Even if he impregnated you all on the same day, it doesn’t mean you’d all give birth on the same day too!”

“So, don’t blame me—blame my son’s overwhelming fertility. That incredibly effective liquid of his…” She covered her face in her hands, sighing. “…I have nothing to do with this mess!”

But hearing this, Olivia, who had lost her timid self from all the pain, spoke up through clenched teeth.

“Even if you didn’t mean it, Vanitas, it would’ve been better if we’d…I don’t know, taken turns!”

Bella immediately latched on.

“Exactly! Like a schedule!” She said between heavy breaths. “I could’ve taken Tuesday, Seraphina could’ve had Thursday, and maybe Lyra could’ve doubled up on Sunday without someone else—anything would’ve been better than this madhouse!”

“Dammit, you guys!” Nina yelled from her bed, clutching her sheets. “It’s like a fish market in here! Everyone’s yelling and groaning—how am I supposed to give birth in peace in a place like this?!”

“You really can’t speak when you literally have the loudest voice here, Nina.” June added with a smirk before faltering once again, as she felt the baby kick her insides as it slowly made it its way out.

And amid the pandemonium, Abigaille, sweating but still smiling spoke sweetly.

“But…isn’t this actually better?”

Everyone turned toward her mid-contraction, staring in disbelief.

Abigaille’s expression was serene despite the effort as she went on.

“Normally, childbirth is a scary, painful thing.” She said between gasps. “Even though I know nothing will happen since we have the ruler of the universe right here…” She glanced toward Vanitas with a shaky grin. “…it’s still terrifying to go through alone.”

“But now that I have my family by my side, going through the same thing, it feels…comforting.” She gritted her teeth, pushing again, then smiled faintly through the pain. “I’d rather go through this loud mess together than be alone.”

Camila groaned, clutching her belly.

“Of course you’d say that.” She muttered, half-exasperated, half-affectionate. “Even in labor, you’re still a walking sunshine ray.”

Nina, who was clutching her sheet so tight it might rip, wheezed.

“She’s right though—that’s totally our Abigaille. Turning literal pain into poetry.”

“Nothing can make her negative.” Olivia added weakly, smiling despite herself. “She could stub her toe and say it taught her resilience.”

“Well, someone has to stay positive.” Abigaille giggled weakly.

But then she glanced toward the center of the room and smiled wryly.

“But even though I say that, I would prefer if a single person in the room wasn’t there with…how scared he looks right now.”

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen him sweating so much and trembling and having such a pale look on his face.”

She gave a small, genuine sigh.

“Even though I’m the one who’s giving birth…I feel sorry for him instead.”

Immediately, everyone’s attention, including the goddesses, the ones on the beds, and even Vanitas and Evangeline, turned towards the man in the middle of the room.

Kafka.

He was the picture of genuine, unadulterated terror.

His clothes were completely drenched in sweat, his face was pale as a ghost, almost as if there was no blood there, and he looked like he was going through some sort of mental breakdown.

Especially with how his eyes darting frantically from one screaming woman to the next.

Right now, he was genuinely terrified.

Even though he knew nothing would go wrong—he was a future sovereign, his children would be healthy without a doubt—the sheer scale of eight women all giving birth at once was overwhelming his soul.

He looked like he was about to collapse, or worse—soil himself.

Even Vanitas, watching from her place near the altar, blinked. “Oh, my poor baby…he looks like he’s about to pass out.”

Seraphina, calm as ever, tilted her head. “He’s handling it better than expected.”

“Better?!” Lyra shouted. “He looks like his soul’s leaving his body!”

And if the pandemonium that was going on already wasn’t enough—it only became worse when Kafka heard his name being mentioned.

He immediately looked around to see who was calling him in a desperate manner until finally seeing June looking at him.

He then snapped out of his trance and acted out in a frantic manner, running over to her bed in a hurry thinking she needed support.

“W-What’s wrong, June?! What’s wrong? Do you need anything? Do you need water? Do you need a snack? Do you need anything? Tell me, I’ll get it for you!”

June, despite her contractions, couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“Kafka, I’m in the middle of giving birth. I don’t think a snack is going to help.”

“But what if it does?!”

Hearing this, she sighed and as much as she loved him, she didn’t want to deal with him so she pointed at where Nina was and said,

“Rather then checking on me, I think you should go to Nina instead…I think she’s calling you.”

“No, no, no! I’m not!” Nina immediately shouted from across the room. “Keep him away from me!”

But Kafka didn’t hear—or didn’t care.

He sprinted over anyway, tripping on his own feet in panic.

“Nina! What’s wrong?! You look green! Oh gods, are you okay?! Why is your skin green?!”

Nina’s jaw dropped.

“IT’S ALWAYS BEEN GREEN, YOU IDIOT!”

“Uh—uh—right! Right! You’re always green!” Kafka stammered, his voice cracking as he held up both hands like a man surrendering to a furious goddess. “Sorry! Just…panic! I’m panicking!”

“Good!” Nina growled, pushing through another contraction. “Now panic somewhere else, you dummy!”

And with surprising strength, she shoved him hard.

Kafka stumbled back, flailing as he crashed into the next bed over—Camila’s.

“Ah! Camila!” He blurted, snapping upright like a soldier caught off guard. “Are you alright? How’s it going? Is the baby—uh—coming out?”

Camila blinked at him mid-push, her expression twisted between pain and disbelief as she said,

“Kafka, this is not the time for a status report!”

But Kafka, curious and nervous, leaned a little too far over—just enough to see what was happening down under.

And the moment his eyes caught a glimpse of the newborn’s head crowning, his blood drained faster than wine from a broken glass.

His knees buckled.

And he collapsed straight onto the floor with a thud!

“K-Kafka!” Camila shouted, half-shrieking, half-wheezing. “Kafka, are you alright?! Someone—someone get him up!”

A few of the goddesses and assistants rushed over, checking on him, while Camila groaned.

“For crying out loud, I’m supposed to be the one fainting here!”

But then, just as quickly as he fell, Kafka shot upright again, pale as chalk, waving his hands wildly.

“I-I’m alright! Totally fine! I just…I’ve never seen that before!” He gestured incoherently toward the bed. “All that blood—and such a tiny—place—and such a big head—how does that even fit?!”

“You’re not helping!” Camila glared at him through her sweat.

“Right! Right!” He nodded frantically, backing away, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. “You’re doing great! Really great! Carry on!”

He then turned, stumbling across the room with the same dazed look as someone surviving the aftermath of divine judgment, and stopped in front of Bella’s bed.

“How about you, Bella?” He asked shakily. “You…doing okay?”

Bella, glowing with a blend of pain and patience, gave him the most patient yet deadly smile imaginable.

“Daddy, normally, I love spending time with you.” She forced out sweetly. “You’re my favorite person in the entire world…But right now?”

Her tone dropped an octave.

“You’re annoying.”