God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Criminally Cute
And just as she was about to apologise to me for asking me such a silly doubt with a wry smile on her face that had a hint of sadness hidden in it, she suddenly felt both sides of her cheeks getting pulled when it was only one side that was getting twisted earlier.

Pull~ Twist~ Pull~

When she looked up at me to see what I was doing, she saw me smiling down at her like I couldn’t handle her cuteness, which made me go for a double-handed squeeze as well. She then heard me say, while looking right into her pretty eyes, which were twinkling like two fresh-cut emaralds,

“…But Nina, even though I said that, I won’t ever say who I find the prettiest among you two, as both of you have your own qualities that make you the cutest girls in the whole world…” Nina’s face flushed from being upgraded from cute to the cutest in the world. “…I never said that I wouldn’t say who’s cheeks I want to pull on the most and mush around all the time.”

“And my answer to that very question is so obviously you, Nina, and not Camila or anyone else in the world, which I can say from the bottom of my heart and can swear that I’ll be struck to death if I were to be found lying.”

Nina was already embarrassed beyond reasoning after hearing me call her cute so many times to the extent that I could feel her cheeks, which I was pulling on like dough warming up like there was a furnace in her mouth. But when she heard that I wouldn’t prefer to do what I was doing now to any other girl other than her, she was rather shocked, as she thought that I would never make such a conclusive statement that put her in a higher position than Camila.

She couldn’t help but wonder why I was so clear about my decision to choose her. But nonetheless, when she heard me choose her over her own friend, whom she herself couldn’t help but look up to, she couldn’t help but feel her heart race like she had just run a marathon. She also looked away from me in a hurry, as every time she did look at my face, she couldn’t stop the strange feelings that were budding in her, which she knew that no one other than her husband should ever allow her to experience.

What was even worse for her was that the soreness she felt on her face from getting cheek teased disappeared entirely, even though she was so frustrated earlier that I was bullying her so casually.

It was replaced with the comforting sensation of my touch on her delicate face that made her feel so safe like no one else did in her life, almost as if she were in the safe embrace of her parents, who were no more.

This inevitably made her wonder if it was really the right decision to keep me around, as she was starting to look at me in a certain way that she never thought she would look at a boy who was old enough to be her son.

“W-Why is that, Kafka?…Why did you choose me over Camila?” Nina hesitantly asked out of avid curiosity, even though she knew that she shouldn’t ask anything that could potentially make her feel any more of these immoral feelings that were slowly starting to bloom towards me. “Is it because Camila’s cheeks aren’t puffy enough for you to pinch, even though it’s actually her who has much softer cheeks than me because of how buxom she is all over?”

What Nina said was correct, as unlike my mother and Camila, who had a bit of baby fat on their faces that added a certain level of grace to their already ravishing visages, Nina’s face was much more lean with no unnecessary fat on it, so her cheeks were definitely the least bouncy out of the three. But that didn’t matter here, as the elastic ability of her cheeks wasn’t the reason I chose Nina over Camila.

“No, Nina, I didn’t choose based on who has the more chubbier cheeks, since both of you have such soft skin like it’s made out of cotton that I really can’t tell you both apart…” Nina simply lowered her head in embarrassment as she felt her cheeks getting stretched out from my sides, not even considering how exactly I knew just how soft Camila’s body was.

I then revealed the actual reason, saying,

“It’s just that when I pull on your cheeks, your skin changes from a light green to a light red…” I pinched her warm cheeks, which turned them from a deep verdant to a bright red.

Pull~ Pull~

“…and when I stop myself from teasing these blobs of fat on your pretty face, they go back to their original colour.” I let go of her cheeks, which made them slowly turn back to look like the rest of her face.

Release~

“When I do that same thing over and over again, the colour of your skin changes from green to red and the other way around, like a painting that keeps on getting repainted, which is simply mesmerising to me since I haven’t really met many variant humans that have unique appearances like yours.”

I said as I continuously played with her cheeks, like I was trying to draw a portrait with those two colours on her cheeks that were constantly converging and saturating, while Nina’s ears changed colour as well, seeing as to how affectionately I was feeling up her flushed face.

“And even though Camila also has flawless skin herself that also turns bright red when you rub it a little, I still think that the verdant skin tone you possess looks much more enchanting to look at, almost as if it’s out of a fairy tale, so I think it’s quite obvious why I chose you over Camila.” I stopped playing with her cheeks and simply squished my palms into them, wanting to feel the heat radiating from the steaming hot meat buns she had for her cheeks. I then continued saying, “…I also think that Camila would agree with what I said, as there’s no way she can look at this adorable face I’m holding in my hands that looks like a little fish with how your cheeks are squished right now and have the heart to say that she’s cuter.”

“…Rather, I’m sure that she would also want to have a piece of you and start to pull on your cheeks even more aggressively than me to see the ravishing sight I’m looking at right now, which I also just can’t help but want to kiss seeing how your lips are quivering right now like they’re begging for a little peck.”

I said as I traced the outline of her tender pink lips, which were silently gasping for air because of how fast her heart was racing right now.

“So can I, Nina?…Can I plant a kiss on your lips and see if a variant human tastes any different from a normal human?” I asked Nina, who was looking up at me in trepidation, while lowering my head like I was going in for a kiss. I then joked, saying, “…Who knows? You might even taste like the very watermelon that I told you you looked like.”