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

Chapter 510 Heart Shape

my brain stalled for a second as her words sank in. i blinked at her, confused. "teach you how to shave...down there?" i echoed slowly, as if saying it aloud would somehow make more sense.

bella's entire face turned crimson, and she looked like she wanted to disappear. she clutched the hem of her shirt even tighter, twisting it nervously between her fingers.

"yeah..." she mumbled, barely loud enough to hear. read new adventures at empire

i gave her a puzzled look, still trying to wrap my head around the absurd request. "why are you asking me something like that?" my brow furrowed, suspicion creeping into my tone. "this isn't some...weird perverted thing, is it?"

bella's eyes widened in horror, and she frantically shook her head. "no! no way! it's not like that!" her voice came out in a high- pitched squeak, and she waved her hands in front of her as if to physically bat away the accusation. "why would you even think that?!"

"then why?" i asked, folding my arms across my chest. "i mean, you're old enough to know how to handle something like that on your own, right?...why would you need me to teach you?"

she hesitated again, biting her lip nervously as she glanced away. her eyes wandered around everywhere, and it took her a moment to work up the courage to answer. "i...i-i don't actually know how." she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, while i stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate.

"what do you mean, you don't know how?" i asked, still puzzled. "most people figure that out by themselves...it's not exactly rocket science."

bella's blush deepened, and she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "i mean...until now, there wasn't any need to learn such a thing." she said, her tone flustered but honest.

"no need to?" i repeated, still not quite getting it. "what are you talking about?"

she glanced at me briefly before looking away again, clearly mortified by what she was about to say. "this is the first time i've ever, you know...grown hair down there." she explained, her voice soft and hesitant. "i-i didn't think anything would ever show up, so when it did, i was terrified and didn't know what to do."

now that caught me off guard. i blinked at her, surprised by the revelation as i asked, "wait...this is the first time?"

she opened her mouth, then closed it again, clearly too embarrassed to argue. instead, she looked down at her feet, her hands twisting nervously around each other. "daddy, you jerk." she muttered under her breath, though there was no real heat behind the word.

i chuckled again, stepping closer. "alright, fine. but seriously, why come to me with something like this? you could've just asked your mom. i'm sure she'd know exactly what to do."

bella's head shot up, and she stared at me like i'd just suggested something insane. "no way!" she blurted, waving her hands frantically. "there's no way i could ask her about something like this! that would be way too embarrassing!"

i raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in my eyes. "and asking me isn't embarrassing?" i asked, my voice turning sly as i took another step toward her. "you don't think it's awkward to ask me to help you shave...down there?"

she hesitated, biting her lip nervously before mumbling in a barely audible voice, "i-it's not as bad with you." when i didn't respond immediately, she peeked up at me through her lashes, her cheeks still burning. "you've already...s-seen all of me. like multiple times, s-so it wouldn't really matter". the last part came out so softly i almost didn't catch it, but the way she fidgeted nervously made it clear how much the admission flustered her.

i stared at her for a moment, then let out a low chuckle, my smile deepening. "fair point." i said, the teasing note in my voice unmistakable. "i guess i can't argue with that."

"still..." i said, my tone deliberately light. "it probably would've been better if you'd asked your mom about this instead. she's kind of an expert when it comes to grooming, you know? she's always so neat and tidy with herself." i saw bella give me a wary side-eye, sensing where i might be heading, but that only made teasing her more tempting. "in fact..." i continued, ignoring her warning glare. "...there was even this one time where she-"

"daddy, don't-

"-managed to trim it into a heart shape." i said, grinning as i finished the sentence. "she did it as a joke to surprise me. took me a second to notice, but once i did...well-"

before i could finish, bella let out a horrified squeak and launched forward, landing a surprisingly solid punch to my chest. "stop it! don't talk about my mom like that!" she shrieked, her voice high-pitched with embarrassment.

i barely flinched from the hit, laughing as i rubbed the spot where her fist had landed. "what? i'm just saying she's quite lucrative...you might've picked up a few tips if you'd asked her."

bella groaned loudly, covering her face with both hands as though trying to block out my words.