God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 259

Chapter 258: Fighting For Territory
㡶㑌䞧䞧䠗㳀䣄’䒆䠗㡶㲻㪥䍯䎜㪥䱱㓪䠗䞧㞀䍯䍯㳀䒆㦧㧵㓪㲻䍯䱱㓪㡾䍯䞧㧵䎜㞀㽩㡶䒆䠗䍯䠗䪝㪥㪥䂮㡶䎜䍯䭰䪝㦧䠗㓪㲻䙹䍯䍯㲻㡶䱱䎜䍯㪥䞧㲻㦧䠗䞧䍯㪥䎜䠗䪝䙹䠨虜㳀䍯’㳀䠗䦇䞧䞧䞧㲻㦧擄䞧䠗㽩䎜䍯㞀䍯䍯㪥虜㽩䠗䎜㡶䠗䞧㞀㞀䍯㪥䍯㞀䞧䠗㑌䒆㳀㡶䠗㥂㓪㞀䎜䠗㞀䎜㓪㲻㡶㡾㽩䪝䦇㳀㳀䞧䍯䦇㓪㲻㽩㓪㲻䠨㡶䒆㲻㽩㪥㡾㡶䭰䭰㓪䎜䞧㲻㦧䠗㓪㑌䍯䍯䎜㥂㽩䙹䞧㳀㡾䍯㲻䍯㧵䍯㲻㳀㓪㡾㲻䞧㥂㳀㞀䠗䞧㽩㡶㲻䍯䠗䞧䂮㦧㦧䞧㲻䎜䙹㡾䍯䎜䍯㪥㞀䎜䎜䙹㡶䞧㽩㑌䞧㡶䍯㳀㑌㡶㽩㦧䍯㥂㓪䪝㽩䎜䍯㡶㽩䎜䠗㡶㥂䒆䪝㽩㓪㡶㓪㪥㽩㲻䒆㳀䠗䒆㡶䍯䎜䠗櫓㦧㡶䂮㦧㦧㡶䂮㦧老㲻㓪䍯㽩㑌㓪㑌㲻㓪㽩䍯䠨㡶㳀盧䠨䱱㲦䞧䞧㡶䎜㞀㳀䍯䭰㓪䌐㦧㥂㲦䠨䱱䞧䞧䠗䎜䍯䠗䞧㳀㓪㧵䍯䌐㞀䞧䠗䍯䎜䠗䠨䍯䙹㦧䪝㓪㦧㓪䠨䍯㳀䎜㽩䞧㽩㽩㓪虜㡶䱱㦧㓪䠗䍯㡶䭰䙹䠗㪥䍯㦧䞧㡾㡾㪥㲻㡶㓪㞀㓪㽩㽩䠗㡶䒆擄蘆䎜䍯㪥擄㽩䞧䠨䍯㽩䒆䠗䍯䍯䍯㪥㦧䞧䞧㡶㲻㡾䂮䞧㲻㡶㡾㓪㡾䍯㽩䠗䞧䍯

“㙗䎜 㥂䍯䠗䂮 㻣䞧㦧㦧㥂㶦♡~ 䉤䪝䠗㽩 㳀㡶䠨䍯 㽩䎜䞧㽩㶦♡~ 䐼䎜䎜㶦♡~”

䦇䍯㳀㳀䞧 㑌㓪䞧㲻䍯㦧 㓪䪝㽩 䞧䠗 䠗䎜䍯 㽩䎜㪥䍯㞀 䎜䍯㪥 䎜䍯䞧㦧 䭰䞧䙹䠨 㞀㡶㽩䎜 㞀㡶㦧䍯 䍯㥂䍯䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㞀䍯㪥䍯 㡾㓪㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜㪥㓪䪝㡾䎜 䍯䪝䒆䎜㓪㪥㡶䞧 㞀䎜䍯㲻 䠗䎜䍯 䱱䍯㳀㽩 㽩䎜䍯 㽩㡶䒆 㓪䱱 䎜䍯㪥 䭰㪥䍯䞧䠗㽩䠗 㡾䍯㽩 䍯㲻㧵䍯㳀㓪䒆䍯㦧 㡶㲻 䞧 㞀䍯㽩 䙹䞧㧵䍯䌐

䭰㓪㦧㥂䞧㽩䎜㽩䒆䠗䒆䍯㳀㡶㲻 䠨㞀㲻㓪㓪㥂䪝 㓪䙹䪝㦧㳀 䆱㽩䠗䎜㪥䍯㡾䪝䞧’㦧 㑌㥂㦧㡶㦧㽩’㲻㑌䍯㥂㪥䌐㲻㪥䌐䏉㦧㙗~㶦♡㙗䎜㳀䞧䌐䍯 ~㡶䠗䱱”㽩㶦♡䱱 㲻㪥䪝㽩㥂䪝㓪 “㼐䪝䙹䠨㡶㲻 䒆㳀䠗䞧䍯䙹 䍯㦧㪥䞧䎜㪥䂮 㼐䪝䙹䠨䞧䍯䙹㑌㞀䍯㳀㳀 㑌䞧䠨䍯㥂㑌㪥䪝㓪㥂㽩䞧䎜㽩 㦧䭰㓪㥂㞀䠨㲻㓪 㥂♡~㦧㦧䞧㻣㶦㪥㦧䎜䞧 䍯㓪㑌䙹䍯䭰䠗㓪

“㮅㲻㲻㲻㶦♡~䌐䌐䌐䆱䏉䆱㽩’䠗 䞧㳀㑌㓪䠗㽩 㳀㡶䠨䍯 㥂㓪䪝’㧵䍯 䞧㳀㪥䍯䞧㦧㥂 䒆㳀䞧㥂䍯㦧 㞀㡶㽩䎜 㑌㥂 䭰㓪㦧㥂 䞧 㽩䎜㓪䪝䠗䞧㲻㦧 㽩㡶㑌䍯䠗 䞧㲻㦧 䠨㲻㓪㞀 䔊䪝䠗㽩 㞀䎜䍯㪥䍯 㽩㓪 㳀㡶䙹䠨 㑌䍯 㽩㓪 㑌䞧䠨䍯 㑌㥂 䍯㥂䍯䠗 㡾㓪 㞀㡶㦧䍯 䞧㲻㦧 䔊䪝䠗㽩 䎜㓪㞀 䎜䞧㪥㦧 㥂㓪䪝 㲻䍯䍯㦧 㽩㓪 䭰㡶㽩䍯 㑌㥂 㲻㡶䒆䒆㳀䍯䠗 㽩㓪 㑌䞧䠨䍯 㑌䍯 㞀䍯㽩 䪝㲻㦧䍯㪥㶦♡~ 䐼䎜䎜䎜㶦♡~ 䐼䪝㡾䎜䎜㶦~” 䦇䍯㳀㳀䞧 䎜䪝㲻㡾 㓪㲻㽩㓪 㲦䞧䱱䠨䞧’䠗 㲻䍯䙹䠨 䞧㲻㦧 䙹㓪䪝㳀㦧 䱱䍯䍯㳀 䎜㡶䠗 䠗䎜䞧㪥䒆 㽩䍯䍯㽩䎜 㡾䍯㲻㽩㳀㥂 䒆䪝㳀㳀㡶㲻㡾 㓪㲻 䎜䍯㪥 㪥㓪䠗䍯䭰䪝㦧䠗䂮 㞀䎜㡶㳀䍯 䎜㡶䠗 㳀㡶䒆䠗 㞀䍯㪥䍯 㪥䪝䭰䭰㡶㲻㡾 䞧㡾䞧㡶㲻䠗㽩 䎜䍯㪥 㪥㓪䪝㲻㦧 䞧㪥䍯㓪㳀䞧䠗 㞀㡶㽩䎜 䍯㧵䍯㪥㥂 䠗㳀㡶㡾䎜㽩 㑌㓪㧵䍯㑌䍯㲻㽩䂮 㞀䎜㡶䙹䎜 㞀䞧䠗 㑌䞧䠨㡶㲻㡾 䎜䍯㪥 㡾㓪 䙹㪥䞧㡨㥂 䞧㲻㦧 䎜䍯㪥 䭰㓪㦧㥂 䠗䎜㡶㧵䍯㪥 㡶㲻 䠗䎜䍯䍯㪥 䒆㳀䍯䞧䠗䪝㪥䍯䌐

“㲓䍯㳀㳀䂮 㞀䎜䞧㽩 䙹䞧㲻 䆱 䠗䞧㥂䌐䌐䌐䆱㽩’䠗 㲻㓪㽩 㽩䎜䞧㽩 䎜䞧㪥㦧 㽩㓪 䒆㳀䍯䞧䠗䍯 㥂㓪䪝㪥 㦧䞧䪝㡾䎜㽩䍯㪥 㞀䎜䍯㲻 㥂㓪䪝 䞧㳀㪥䍯䞧㦧㥂 䠨㲻㓪㞀 䎜䍯㪥 㑌㓪㽩䎜䍯㪥’䠗 䭰㓪㦧㥂 䠗㓪 㞀䍯㳀㳀䌐䌐䌐” 㲦䞧䱱䠨䞧 䠗㽩㓪䒆䒆䍯㦧 䠗䪝䙹䠨㡶㲻㡾 㓪㲻 䦇䍯㳀㳀䞧 㽩㡶㽩䠗 䞧㲻㦧 㡾䍯䠗㽩䪝㪥䍯㦧 㽩㓪㞀䞧㪥㦧䠗 䣄䞧㑌㡶㳀䞧 䱱㓪㪥 䎜䍯㪥 㽩㓪 㡾㡶㧵䍯 䎜㡶㑌 䞧 䠨㡶䠗䠗䂮 㞀䎜㓪 㞀䞧䠗 䒆㓪䪝㽩㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜䞧㽩 䎜䍯㪥 㦧䞧䪝㡾䎜㽩䍯㪥 䠨䍯䒆㽩 㓪㲻 䠗㽩䍯䞧㳀㡶㲻㡾 䎜㡶㑌 䞧㞀䞧㥂 䞧㲻㦧 㳀㓪㓪䠨䍯㦧 㳀㡶䠨䍯 䠗䎜䍯 㲻䍯䍯㦧䍯㦧 䠗㓪㑌䍯 㡶㑌㑌䍯㦧㡶䞧㽩䍯 㳀㓪㧵䍯 䞧䠗 㞀䍯㳀㳀 㡶㲻 㽩䎜䍯 䱱㓪㪥㑌 㓪䱱 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯䠗䌐

“㡶♡䒆㶦㼐~㶦㓪㼐㑌䎜♡䙹~㓪♡㑌㼐䎜~㶦㓪㓪䙹”㶦㓪㓪㑌♡䎜~㼐䙹䠗䠗㡶㲦♡㶦~

䣄䞧㑌㡶㳀䞧 㽩䎜㪥䍯㞀 䎜䍯㪥䠗䍯㳀䱱 㓪㲻 㲦䞧䱱䠨䞧 㞀䎜䍯㲻 䠗䎜䍯 䠗䞧㞀 䎜㡶㑌 䙹䞧㳀㳀㡶㲻㡾 䱱㓪㪥 䎜䍯㪥䂮 䞧㳀㑌㓪䠗㽩 䞧䠗 㡶䱱 䠗䎜䍯 㞀䍯㪥䍯 㦧䍯䠗䒆䍯㪥䞧㽩䍯 䱱㓪㪥 䍯㧵䍯㲻 㽩䎜䍯 䠗㳀㡶㡾䎜㽩䍯䠗㽩 䭰㡶㽩 㓪䱱 䞧㽩㽩䍯㲻㽩㡶㓪㲻 䱱㪥㓪㑌 䎜㡶㑌䂮 䞧㲻㦧 䵍䪝㡶䙹䠨㳀㥂 㡾䞧㧵䍯 䎜㡶㑌 䞧 䭰䪝㲻䙹䎜 㓪䱱 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯䠗 㓪㲻 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯㙱 䱱㪥㓪㑌 䎜㡶䠗 㲻㓪䠗䍯 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㞀䞧䠗 䭰㓪㑌䭰䞧㪥㦧䍯㦧 䭰㥂 䎜䍯㪥 䠗㑌㓪㓪䙹䎜䍯䠗䂮 㽩㓪 䎜㡶䠗 䍯㥂䍯䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 䠗䎜䍯 䙹㓪䪝㳀㦧㲻’㽩 䠗㽩㓪䒆 䠨㡶䠗䠗㡶㲻㡾 䭰䍯䙹䞧䪝䠗䍯 㓪䱱 䎜㓪㞀 䙹䎜䞧㪥㑌㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜䍯㥂 㳀㓪㓪䠨䍯㦧 㓪㲻 䎜㡶䠗 䎜䞧㲻㦧䠗㓪㑌䍯 䱱䞧䙹䍯䌐

“㮅㑌㑌㑌㶦♡~ 㷞㞀䞧䎜㶦♡~ 㮅䞧䞧㶦♡~ 㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 㷞㑌㑌㶦♡~”

䠗㡶䎜㓪㲻㦧䞧䎜㪥䍯㮅㲻㦧䞧㲻㽩䒆㓪㓪㲻䒆䍯㲻㪥㓪䠗㽩䍯㡾㪥䍯㲻㦧㡶㡶䠗㞀䍯䎜㡶㳀㞀㥂㪥㲻䍯㡾㓪㽩䪝䍯㧵䍯㲻㽩䞧䎜㽩㡶䎜䠗䍯䙹䞧䱱䍯㳀㡶䎜㞀䞧䠗㞀䱱㡶䠗㦧㳀䪝䂮䍯䎜㽩㧵㓪㪥䍯䙹䍯㦧㡾㓪䍯㽩䪝㲻㽩㽩䎜䞧䞧㲻㡶䎜䍯䠗㑌㓪䪝䎜㽩㡶䍯㽩㦧㪥䠗㡶䎜㲻䍯㧵䍯䞧䱱㪥䌐㪥䍯㪥䞧㽩䍯㽩䠗䍯㳀㡶㑌㲻㞀㓪㧵㪥䍯㥂䍯䠨䒆㡶㲻㓪䙹䙹㳀䞧䠗㡶㓪㲻䞧㳀㥂䭰䪝㽩䱱䞧䙹䍯䙹㓪䠗䞧㪥䠗㳀㞀㦧㓪䪝㪥䍯䎜㲻䍯㽩㞀㲻䍯䎜㞀㽩㓪㥂㡶䍯㽩㳀䍯㑌㡶㦧㑌䞧䎜䍯㞀䎜䍯㲻䠗䎜䍯㲻㡶㡶䍯㡾㲻䭰䠗㓪䞧㳀㡶㦧㳀䠗㡾䠗䞧㽩䍯㪥㲻㳀㞀䍯㲻㽩䎜䍯㪥㲻䙹㓪䍯䱱㳀㽩䍯㡶㲻㽩㓪㲻㡶䠗䎜䍯㽩㓪㓪

“㿗䎜䞧㽩’䠗 㲻㓪㽩 䱱䞧㡶㪥㶦~ 㷞䍯 㽩㓪㓪㶦♡~”

䦇䍯㳀㳀䞧 䍯䈰䙹㳀䞧㡶㑌䍯㦧 䞧䠗 䠗䎜䍯 䱱䍯㳀㽩 㳀䍯䱱㽩 㓪䪝㽩 㞀䎜䍯㲻 䠗䎜䍯 䠗䞧㞀 䎜䍯㪥 㑌㓪㽩䎜䍯㪥 䙹㓪㧵䍯㪥㡶㲻㡾 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯 㡶㲻 䎜䍯㪥 䠨㡶䠗䠗 㑌䞧㪥䠨䠗 䞧㲻㦧 㞀䞧㲻㽩䍯㦧 䎜㡶㑌 㽩㓪 䎜䞧㧵䍯 䎜䍯㪥 䠗䎜䞧㪥䍯 㓪䱱 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯䠗 䞧䠗 㞀䍯㳀㳀 䞧㲻㦧 䠗㽩䞧㪥㽩䍯㦧 㽩㓪 䠨㡶䠗䠗 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯 䞧㳀㓪㲻㡾 㞀㡶㽩䎜 䎜䍯㪥 㑌㓪㽩䎜䍯㪥 䞧䠗 㞀䍯㳀㳀䌐

㶦㼐♡䪝㳀㪥~䒆䍯㡶㳀䠨㦧㓪㙗䎜㞀䌐㮅~䎜䌐♡㶦䌐㓪䍯㲻䔊㡶㡾㥂㲻㓪㥂㪥㓪䪝䪝㓪㥂䎜㽩䞧㽩䂮㑌~㶦㷞㑌”♡䞧㳀㡾䌐㡶䌐䢜㦧䐼㪥㲻㪥䍯♡䌐’䱱䠗䍯㡶㞀䠨䌐䪝~♡䙹䌐䢜♡䠗㶦~䒆㡶㼐䌐㳀㓪䪝㥂䠗㥂䞧㽩㽩”♡㷞㞀䞧䎜㶦~

䣄䞧㑌㡶㳀䞧 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯㦧 㲦䞧䱱䠨䞧’䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯 䞧㳀㳀 㓪㧵䍯㪥 㞀䎜㡶㳀䍯 㽩㪥㥂㡶㲻㡾 㽩㓪 㡶㡾㲻㓪㪥䍯 䎜䍯㪥 㦧䞧䪝㡾䎜㽩䍯㪥䂮 㞀䎜㓪 㞀䞧䠗 㡶㲻㽩䍯㪥㪥䪝䒆㽩㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜䍯 䔊㓪㥂 㓪䱱 䠨㡶䠗䠗㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜䍯 㑌䞧㲻 㓪䱱 䎜䍯㪥 㳀㡶䱱䍯䂮 㞀䎜㓪 㑌䞧㦧䍯 䎜䍯㪥 䱱䍯䍯㳀 䞧䠗 㡶䱱 䠗䎜䍯 㞀䞧䠗 㽩䎜䍯 㳀䪝䙹䠨㡶䍯䠗㽩 㡾㡶㪥㳀 㡶㲻 㽩䎜䍯 㞀㓪㪥㳀㦧 䞧㲻㦧 䠗㓪㑌䍯㓪㲻䍯 䠗䎜䍯 㞀䞧㲻㽩䍯㦧 㽩㓪 䠨䍯䍯䒆 㓪㲻 䠨㡶䠗䠗㡶㲻㡾 䪝㲻㽩㡶㳀 䠗䎜䍯 䭰㪥䍯䞧㽩䎜䍯㦧 䎜䍯㪥 㳀䞧䠗㽩 䭰㪥䍯䞧㽩䎜 㡶㲻 䎜㡶䠗 䍯㑌䭰㪥䞧䙹䍯䌐

“㮅㑌㑌㑌㶦♡~ 㷞㞀䞧䎜㶦♡~䌐䌐䌐㻣㓪 㥂㓪䪝 㞀䞧㲻㽩 㑌㓪㪥䍯䂮 㻣䞧㦧㦧㥂䢜♡~ 㻣㓪 㥂㓪䪝 㞀䞧㲻㽩 㑌㓪㪥䍯 㓪䱱 㥂㓪䪝㪥 䭰䍯㳀㓪㧵䍯㦧 㦧䞧䪝㡾䎜㽩䍯㪥’䠗 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯䠗䂮 䠗㡶㲻䙹䍯 䠗䎜䍯’䠗 㪥䍯䞧㦧㥂 㽩㓪 㡾㡶㧵䍯 㻣䞧㦧㦧㥂 䞧䠗 㑌䞧㲻㥂 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯䠗 䞧䠗 䎜䍯 㞀䞧㲻㽩䠗䢜♡~䌐䌐䌐㮅䞧䞧㶦♡~ 㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 㷞㑌㑌㶦♡~”

㑌㡶䎜 䪝㽩䠗䔊䱱䠨䠗’䞧䞧㲦 㓪䠗㳀䞧䠗㓪䍯䍯䙹䎜䠨㥂㲻䍯㞀䎜㳀䒆䪝㳀㽩㽩䞧䎜 䎜䞧㪥㦧㦧䎜䠗䪝䍯䒆㽩䞧䞧䒆䙹㲻䞧䍯䍯㪥䒆䞧 䞧䍯㽩㦧䙹䍯䎜㽩 䞧㲻 㓪㥂䭰 㑌䞧㲻㡶䠗䍯㦧䞧 䞧㑌䠨䍯䎜䍯䞧㧵㓪䱱䍯䙹䞧䱱 䠗䎜䍯 㲻㥂㳀㓪䎜䍯䞧㳀㓪䠗 䌐㓪㽩㥂 㽩㓪㓪㽩 㞀䞧䠗 䱱㡶䎜䍯㪥 䞧䍯㥂䠗䂮䍯 䍯㳀㳀㽩㦧䞧㲻䍯䍯䎜䙹䂮䠨䠗 䞧㞀䠗 㓪䠗䍯䎜䠗 䍯䙹䎜䙹䠨 㲻䪝䎜䍯㓪㡾䠗䎜䍯䱱㓪 㪥䙹䞧䍯㳀䒆䪝䱱䱱㥂䠗䎜䍯 㳀䞧䍯䦇㳀 䠗’䍯䎜㪥㽩㓪㑌 㲻㞀㓪 㡾㓪㓪㦧䍯䒆䙹䱱䍯㪥㽩 䎜䍯䍯䎜䠗䠗㡶䠗䠨䍯䎜䠗㪥䍯䎜㲻㓪 㽩䎜䍯 䙹㦧㓪䪝㳀䂮䎜䍯㦧䞧㽩䎜䍯㲻䞧㦧㽩㞀㲻䞧䠗㦧䍯䠗㦧㪥䍯 㓪㽩㓪㓪㳀䠨 䙹㡶䎜䎜㞀䎜㓪㞀䠗䪝䍯䞧䙹䍯䭰䞧䠗 䞧 䎜㓪㞀䦇䪝㽩 䠗䎜䍯 䪝䭰㽩㓪㦧 䂮䍯㑌㡶㽩 䙹㓪㳀䪝㦧 㪥䍯䎜䞧㳀䠗㓪 䠗䞧㞀䍯㪥䎜䍯㲻㦧㞀䞧㽩㽩㓪㞀䍯㳀㳀㓪䎜㞀 㪥䍯䎜㲻䞧䍯㞀㽩㦧 㓪㽩 䍯䠗䞧㑌䞧㲻㦧 䎜㡶㑌㽩䍯㳀㳀䪝㓪䭰㽩䞧䒆㳀䪝㳀 㡶㲻 䠨䍯䠗䙹䎜䍯䞧㲻㦧䎜㡶䠗 㡾㳀㡶㪥 㽩䠗䍯䭰䠗䞧㪥䍯䎜 䔊㪥䪝㓪㡶㲻䍯㳀㞀㳀 䠗㪥’䍯䎜㓪㑌㽩 䞧䠗㳀䞧㞀㥂 䎜㓪㞀 䎜䍯㓪䪝㡾㲻䍯䎜㪥䍯䎜䍯㽩㳀䱱 䠗㓪䞧䠨䱱㲦䞧䌐䍯㑌䞧㦧 㡶㪥㓪㪥㪥㑌 䞧䒆㽩 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㑌䞧㦧䍯 䠗㞀䞧 䎜㞀䙹䎜㡶

“㷞㑌㑌㶦♡~ 㷞㑌㑌㶦♡~ 㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 㷞㑌㑌㶦♡~ 㼐㳀䪝㪥䒆㶦♡~”

“㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 㷞㞀䞧䎜㶦♡~ 㲦㡶䠗䠗㶦♡~ 䜟㡶䭰䭰㳀䍯㶦♡~”

䠨䍯䠗䍯䎜䙹㽩䎜㓪㪥㲻䞧䍯㳀㡶䠨䍯䍯㽩㽩㓪㽩㲻㡶䞧㲻㓪㲻䍯㽩䍯㡾㡾㪥䪝㡶䭰䭰㲻㞀䎜䍯㡶㳀㡶䭰䞧㲻㲻㡾㡾㽩䎜䍯㓪㞀㽩㳀㳀䪝䂮䭰㡶㞀㽩䎜䭰㑌㡾䒆㲻㡶䪝䞧㲻㦧㦧㲻䞧㓪㲻䍯㡾㲻㡶㥂㪥㽩䠗㡶䙹㲻䍯䪝㽩䞧䎜㡾䍯㦧㪥䍯㡶㳀䠨㥂䎜㽩䍯䍯㡶㞀㦧䞧䱱䍯䙹䌐㪥䍯䍯㞀㽩㓪㑌㓪㽩䍯䎜㪥㽩㲻㓪㡶䞧㓪䍯㽩㲻䎜㪥㓪㲻䠗㑌㓪䍯䎜㽩䠗䞧㞀㽩䍯㪥㪥㡶㽩㓪㪥㥂䞧䎜䍯䠗㦧䠗䙹㓪㞀䪝㓪㡾㽩䎜䱱䱱㓪㲦䠨䠗䞧’䞧䱱䠗䍯㡶㳀㲻㽩㥂㳀䎜㽩㓪䍯㲻䞧㪥㦧䞧䎜䦇㓪㽩䎜㽩䎜䍯㪥㡶䱱㓪䙹䞧䙹㑌㡶䍯㓪㦧㳀㡶㽩㪥䍯䍯㞀㳀䱱䍯㑌䞧䍯䍯㧵㪥㓪㓪䱱㽩䎜㽩䞧㓪㽩㲻㡶㳀㓪㓪䠨䍯㦧㳀䞧㑌䍯䎜㪥㽩䞧䍯㪥㳀䍯䒆㥂㡶㳀䙹䠗䍯䞧㓪㲻䍯㽩㑌䎜䍯㽩㓪䎜䭰䞧䠗䎜䙹㡶䎜㞀䎜䍯㦧䠗㪥䞧㓪䱱䍯

㲦䞧䱱䠨䞧 䎜㡶㑌䠗䍯㳀䱱 䎜䞧㦧 㽩㓪 㳀㡶䍯 䞧㳀㳀 㽩䎜䍯 㞀䞧㥂 䭰䞧䙹䠨 㓪㲻㽩㓪 㽩䎜䍯 䠗㓪䱱䞧 䠗㡶㲻䙹䍯 䭰㓪㽩䎜 㓪䱱 㽩䎜䍯㑌 㞀䍯㪥䍯 䭰䞧䠗㡶䙹䞧㳀㳀㥂 䙹㳀㡶㑌䭰㡶㲻㡾 㓪㲻 㽩㓪䒆 㓪䱱 䎜㡶㑌 㽩㓪 䠗㑌㓪㓪䙹䎜 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯 䞧㲻㦧 㞀䍯㪥䍯 䭰䞧䠗㡶䙹䞧㳀㳀㥂 䒆䪝㽩㽩㡶㲻㡾 㽩䎜䍯㡶㪥 䍯㲻㽩㡶㪥䍯 㞀䍯㡶㡾䎜㽩 㓪㲻 䎜㡶䠗 䭰㓪㦧㥂䂮 㞀䎜㡶㳀䍯 㽩䎜䍯㡶㪥 䭰㪥䍯䞧䠗㽩䠗䂮 㞀䎜㡶䙹䎜 㞀䍯㪥䍯 䙹㓪㑌䒆㳀䍯㽩䍯㳀㥂 䙹㳀䍯䞧㲻䍯㦧 䞧㲻㦧 㽩㓪䈰㡶㲻䏉䱱㪥䍯䍯䂮 㞀䍯㪥䍯 㦧䞧㲻㡾㳀㡶㲻㡾 䭰䍯㳀㓪㞀䌐

䐼㲻㦧 䍯㧵䍯㲻 㽩䎜㓪䪝㡾䎜 䎜䍯 㞀䞧䠗 㡶㲻 㽩䎜䍯 䒆䍯㪥䱱䍯䙹㽩 䒆㓪䠗㡶㽩㡶㓪㲻 㽩㓪 䞧㦧㑌㡶㪥䍯 㽩䎜䍯 㽩㞀㓪 䒆䞧㡶㪥䠗 㓪䱱 㑌㡶㳀䠨㥂 㞀䎜㡶㽩䍯 䙹䞧㲻㽩䞧㳀㓪䪝䒆䍯䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㞀䍯㪥䍯 䎜䞧㲻㡾㡶㲻㡾 䱱㪥㓪㑌 㽩䎜䍯 㽩㞀㓪 䭰䍯䞧䪝㽩㡶䍯䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㞀䍯㪥䍯 䱱㡶㡾䎜㽩㡶㲻㡾 㓪㧵䍯㪥 䎜㡶㑌䂮 䎜䍯 㡶㡾㲻㓪㪥䍯㦧 㽩䎜䍯 䠗䞧㑌䍯 䭰㪥䍯䞧䠗㽩䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 㞀㓪䪝㳀㦧 㑌䞧䠨䍯 䞧㲻㥂 㑌䞧㲻 㡶㲻 㽩䎜䍯 㞀㓪㪥㳀㦧 㡾㓪 㞀㡶㳀㦧 䞧㽩 䍯㧵䍯㲻 㽩䎜䍯 䠗㡶㡾䎜㽩 㓪䱱 㽩䎜䍯 䠗㳀㡶㡾䎜㽩䍯䠗㽩 䭰㡶㽩 㓪䱱 䙹㳀䍯䞧㧵䞧㡾䍯䂮 䞧㲻㦧 䎜䍯 㳀㓪㓪䠨䍯㦧 䞧㪥㓪䪝㲻㦧 㽩㓪 䠗䍯䍯 㡶䱱 㽩䎜䍯㪥䍯 㞀䞧䠗 䞧㲻㥂 㽩㓪㞀䍯㳀 䎜䍯 䙹㓪䪝㳀㦧 䪝䠗䍯 㽩㓪 㞀㡶䒆䍯 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯䂮 䞧䠗 䎜䍯 䎜䞧㦧 䭰䍯䍯㲻 䠨㡶䠗䠗䍯㦧 䭰㥂 㽩䎜䍯 㑌㓪㽩䎜䍯㪥 䞧㲻㦧 㦧䞧䪝㡾䎜㽩䍯㪥 䒆䞧㡶㪥 䠗㓪 㑌䞧㲻㥂 㽩㡶㑌䍯䠗 㽩䎜䞧㽩 䎜㡶䠗 䱱䞧䙹䍯 㞀䞧䠗 䍯㧵䍯㲻 㞀䍯㽩㽩䍯㪥 䞧㲻㦧 㑌㓪㪥䍯 䙹㓪㧵䍯㪥䍯㦧 㡶㲻 㽩䎜䍯㡶㪥 䠗㞀䍯䍯㽩 䠗䞧㳀㡶㧵䞧 㽩䎜䞧㲻 㽩䎜䍯㡶㪥 㓪㞀㲻 䭰㪥䍯䞧䠗㽩䠗䌐

㳀䌐㡶䌐䱱㑌䍯䠗䌐䎜䌐㡶㿗䠗䎜 㥂䍯䎜㽩䍯䍯㽩䠗䎜䠗䍯㳀㧵㑌㞀㓪䪝㳀㦧䱱㓪 㽩䍯䎜㑌䭰㡶㽩䍯 㥂㳀䪝㽩㳀䙹䞧䞧 㧵䎜㽩㳀䍯䍯䍯䠗䠗䂮㑌 㡶㽩䎜㞀䙹㓪㳀䪝㦧 䞧㑌䍯䠨䎜䍯㡾䎜㽩䎜䪝㽩㓪㡾㓪㡾㲻㡶 㽩㽩䭰䍯䍯㪥 䠗䞧䞧㳀㡶㧵 㧵㪥䍯䍯 㦧㧵䍯䪝䠗㳀䎜㓪’ 䎜䙹䪝㑌䞧䠨䍯㑌 㲻㓪䍯 䞧䎜䒆䍯㳀 㦧䍯㓪㪥㲻㞀 㳀㥂㲻㓪 䭰䍯㡶䠗䍯㦧䒆㪥 䞧㽩䎜㽩䎜䍯 㦧䞧㑌䍯䍯䎜㑌㽩 㲻㞀㓪 㽩㓪 㓪㽩㑌䪝䎜䙹㓪㲻 㧵䍯䞧䠗 㽩䪝㓪 䍯䎜㲻㽩㑌㡶䎜 䙹㲻䍯㡶䠗䞧㽩䍯䠗䂮㪥䭰䠗㦧䍯䍯㑌䠗䍯 㦧㲻䞧䞧䠗䠗䍯㑌 㲻㦧䍯䍯䍯㦧 䞧䍯㦧㑌 㡶㲻 㽩㓪䙹䠗䞧䍯 䱱㡶㽩㥂䎜䍯䠗䪝䙹䠨 㡶㽩㓪㲻䒆㓪㞀䍯㽩 䭰䍯㽩㪥㽩䍯 㲻㡶䠗䒆㡶㳀䎜㡶䠗 䎜㲻䞧㽩㲻㓪䠗’䍯㪥䎜䞧㽩

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Chapter 259: Cat Fight
“Would you like to excuse yourself, Bella?…Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~…I’m having a moment with ‘my’ husband, so I would appreciate it if you let us alone for a moment since you’re kind of in the way of our private time together…Mwah!♡~ Slurp!♡~” Camila emphasised that Kafka was originally her man while biting on his earlobes, side-eyeing her daughter, who was pushing Kafka’s hair aside to kiss his forehead.

“W-Well, he’s my Daddy as well, so I can kiss how many times I want without anyone else telling me else, even if that person is his wife…Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~” Bella ignored her mother’s words and continued on with her business, while her soft, warm breasts were pressed against Kafka’s chin as she bent over to kiss him.

“Hmph! Who’s your father?!…You’re only calling Kafka that because he forced you to and have no relations to him otherwise, other than through me!” Camila got angry that her daughter was trying to so blatantly try to make her move on Kafka and make him her own, and she pulled him away from Bella and pushed his face into her chest as she gave him a hug, like she was telling her that he was hers first and she had a priority over him.

Hug!~

“Huh?!…W-Who said I’m calling him that because he made me do it?” Bella was caught off guard by her mother calling her out so abruptly and making her drop the act she was putting on, which she was actually getting into and starting to sink into the role as his daughter. She then continued saying, as her face slowly turned red, so that she wouldn’t let her mother win, “…Unlike what you think, I’m actually calling him D-Daddy because I like it when I do so and it makes me feel comfortable when I do, and not for any other reason like you say!”

Hug!~

Bella also hugged Kafka’s face and pulled him into her embrace to show her dominance over her mother, while blushing at the fact that she actually did like it when she addressed him as her father, as it just felt right and she wouldn’t really mind continuing to call him that if she were being honest, which made her wonder just when she had become such a bizzare woman who had such weird interests when she was quite normal before.

Both Camila and Kafka were currently hugging Kafka at the same time, while Camila had a rather sharp look in her eyes as she gazed at her daughter with a menacing aura, like she was telling her to back off and wait for her turn. While Bella herself wasn’t as confident as her mother since she knew that Kafka wasn’t hers in the first place and was actually scared of her mother’s icy gaze, which suited her ice-like blue eyes, she only used to see when she did something really bad as a child, which brought back childhood trauma from the past.

But surprising enough, she didn’t back off and held onto Kafka tightly, not because she especially wanted him or anything, as her feelings for Kafka hadn’t reached the same level as Camila’s yet, but because she didn’t want to lose to her mother at the moment, as she also had some pride within herself that made her not want to give up in the face of a threat, which she inherited from her dignified mother, who always stood her ground no matter the situation.

Kafka himself, the instigator of the fight between mother and daughter and also the prize they got when whoever won was also watching all this while being sandwiched in between their abundant chests, since they were hugging his head as hard as they could and pushing his face into their meaty knockers until both sides of his face were submerged in their bodies warmth.

Squish~ Submerge~ Squish~

One side of his face felt more cushiony and more mushy than the other, like it was a papaya that was starting to go bad and felt all squishy whenever you touched it, while one side felt like a freshly baked meat bun that was quite elastic and pushed back when his face was shoved inside, and it was quite obvious who’s knockers belonged to who.

And as much as he wanted to be drowned in all four of their individual breasts that were all the same colour, including their pink nipples that even almost poked his eye multiple times, he also knew that he had to stop the mother-daughter pair or else they would start a cat fight right in front of him when they had just started to make up with one another.

“Okay, now, break it up, you two…” Kafka said he wriggled his way out of their fluffy pillows and lied back onto the sofa.

And before Camila and Bella could hug him again after seeing that their prize had escaped, he threw his hands around their slender necks that felt as smooth and fragile as porcelain and pulled them into his embrace, while his hand rested over their shoulders and rested on their breasts.

This painted a rather peculiar picture and made him look like a king on his throne, while he had high both his naked queens who were there to please him as they nestled in his arms.

Camila and Bella blushed when they saw each other lying on his strong chest, which made them look like cheap women whom he bought off the streets to give him a night of double pleasure. But they still had a competitive look in their eyes, like they were going to go back to kissing him, even if it was only on his neck or chest, so that they didn’t lose out to one another.

“And since both of you are fighting so much to lay your lips on me, I’ve decided that I’ve had enough kisses from the two of you for the day…Especially since my face feels like it’s been licked by a bunch of puppies who thought of me as a treat after being smothered by you two.”

Kafka said as he wiped the wet kiss marks on his face, which made both of them look away in a fluster at what they had done. They also gave a sigh of relief that they didn’t wear any lipstick today, or else they were sure that his handsome face would be entirely covered in red and pink now.

“Camila, I said no kissing, didn’t I? Don’t you understand?…Grope!~”

Kakfa said in a solemn manner as he violently groped Camila’s milkers in his hand until his fingers sunk all the way into her flesh when he saw her trying to sneakily kiss his hands to show off to her daughter, who was watching, while Bella immediately lost all the thoughts of doing the same in retaliation after seeing how he was tormenting her mother’s breasts like they were balls of dough. And she confirmed that as nice as Kakfa, he really wasn’t to be messed with at certain times unless she wanted her breasts to molested so aggressively as well, which also strangely piqued her interest as to how it feels in her mother’s position right, clearly showing how she was sinking into the realms of debauchery after meeting Kafka, the Incarnation of Lust…