God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Same Misunderstanding All Over Again
“K-Kafka, y-you little pervert!…How can you say something as vulgar as that to me?!”

Nina’s verdant face changed to a shade of red as she took a step back away from me, and I simply chuckled at her innocent reaction, finding it to be quite adorable and hilarious.

Seeing me laugh at her state of embarrassment made Nina so angry and ashamed at the same time that she pointed at me and exclaimed in a fit of rage at me.

“You!…You!…Just you wait, Kafka! One day, when you grow up and can’t find a job in this economy, you’ll end up coming to me for some work!…At that time, I’ll show you what it means to properly ‘use’ you, as I’ll make sure that you wipe down all the baths twice every day and break your back!”

Nina took a breath to calm herself down, seeing as to how she was losing her image by getting worked up in front of a kid. She then looked up at me like she couldn’t figure me out and asked in an exasperated and tired manner,

“…Just why are you so damn weird, Kafka?…All the other kids your age piss their pants when they see someone as scary as me and run away from me at first sight…But here you are casually making such c-crude remarks.”

“…Do you really have no shame or have you forgotten the fact that you’re talking to an adult, Kafka?!…Tell me, do you?!” Nina asked with an unbelievable look on my face and looked to wonder just what went wrong when I was a child that turned me out to be such an eccentric individual who was actually into violent, older women.

“Well, one of the reasons I’m into you so much, Nina, is because you’re a mature woman, so I definitely didn’t forget that fact that you’re older than me…” Nina’s eyes shimmered when she heard me nonchalantly proposing my fondness for her again. “…As for whether I have any shame, I’m someone who believes that shame is something that holds back one’s true potential and stops them from exploring the infinite possibilities in front of them, so I abandoned that emotion a long time ago and haven’t ever missed it since.”

Nina wanted to say something back, seeing as how I was boasting about how shameless I was. But when she realised that she was kind of the same as well and was quite reckless in her actions, as she was one to never care about how others looked at her, she decided not to be a hypocrite and remained silent.

“And Nina…” I said in a sharp tone and looked at her as if she were as guilty as me. “… Weren’t you the one who told me that I could be honest with myself around you?…Then why are you acting like the victim here when you were the one who enabled such behaviour from me?”

Nina was stumped when she heard me accusing her, and she knew she couldn’t say anything in return since she had to admit that she was the one who said that she would be fine with whatever I said or did, thinking that it would be quite entertaining to witness.

But little did she know that I would say such dirty things that she couldn’t help but imagine in her head and really regretted allowing me to speak my mind, as it wasn’t something her innocent heart could handle.

“B-But still, Kafka. I’m your elder…You should give me some level of respect, right?” Nina asked in an indignant manner and looked like she was warning me not to overboard or else she would have no choice but to whip the broom out.

“The fact that I’m simply talking with you and haven’t really done anything ‘extravagant’ like I’ve done with the others I’ve been interested in the past is already me giving you a lot of respect, Nina.”

“…Or else, who knows what state you would be in now?”

I mentioned that I was still quite passive around her, which made her shiver at the thought of what I would do to her if I was more aggressive.

She was also surprised that I was actually experienced with girls, as for some reason, she just decided in her mind that she was the only one I treated this way. She didn’t know how to feel about that after being treated like the prettiest girl in the world, and she had mixed feelings about the matter.

“By the way, Nina…” I called out to Nina, who was wondering if the girls I’ve been with in the past were the same age as me or older, while I stared at the two green cans in my hand with a peculiar look on my face.

“W-What is it, Kafka?” Nina suddenly woke up from her thoughts when she heard my voice and found it quite embarrassing that she was actually concerned over my past relationships for a second. She then said in a fiesty manner while bearing her teeth, “…Are you going to tell me to ‘use’ you again?…If you are, then I’m warning that I’ll be ‘using’ a mop as well, and it won’t be for cleaning up the baths.”

“Of course not, Nina…I’m not someone who constantly dwells on his future affairs and like to stay in the present.” I acted as if me satisfying her was simply an inevitable future, which made her glare at me with rosy eyes. “I just thought that this can of juice really looks like you and wanted to show you how ‘uncanny’ it resembles you.”

“Really?…Let me have a look.”

Nina ignored the pun I had slipped in to my disappointment and grabbed a can from me to check out what I was talking about.

She was expecting to see some kind of picture of a pretty woman or icon that looked like her and thought that I was going to compare it to her to get better points in her book. But to her surprise, the can only had a printed design on the outside that made it look like a watermelon with dark and light green stripes and also a logo of a cute-looking watermelon on it.

“Are you joking, Kafka?!…What do you mean by saying that I look like this?!” Nina suddenly looked up at me and asked in an offended manner to my shock, like she was really pissed off that I compared her to the can.

I genuinely meant no harm by saying that it looked like her and didn’t know why she was reacting that way, when I was simply trying to say that the colour of the can looks similar to her green skin. But it didn’t take me too long for me to realise why she looked so angry right now when she continued saying,

“Are you saying that I actually look as fat and round as a watermelon by saying that I look like this can of juice, Kafka?!…Is that what you’re trying to say?!”

“Huh…No, I-” I was totally caught off guard by the reason she came up with on her own, as I really had no intention of comparing her figure to a watermelon, and I tried to clear up the misunderstanding.

But I was interrupted by Nina, who wasn’t having any of it, after getting continuously teased by me as she said,

“Kafka you!…I was fine with you telling me all those things earlier, like you were trying to pick up a girl from the streets, even though I’m as old as your mother!…I was even fine with you making such naughty remarks about me; that surely would’ve sent them flying if I were to hear them from anyone else!”

“…But to actually insult the one thing of which I’ve actually been proud of myself my whole life, which is my body that I’ve maintained all these years, and to call me fat with no care in the world whatsoever…That’s where you crossed the line!” Nina stared at me in an indignant manner, like she was asking me why I would make such a rude comment about her.

Accepting praise and slightly lewd remarks about her was one thing. But to actually insult her in such a way was something that Nina couldn’t accept, being the dignified woman she was, and she genuinely looked disappointed that I would say such a thing, thinking that I had gone over my head after she had given me permission to say whatever I wanted.