God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Let’s Take A Photo
I stared at her for a moment, processing her words, and then a slow grin spread across my face.

“Really?” I leaned in closer, a teasing glint in my eyes. “So, what you’re telling me is…I’m an accidental model who looks stellar in all the photos I’m in?”

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have told you this! Now you’re going to be more narcissistic than ever!” She groaned, her voice muffled behind her hands.

But then she glanced up, eyes sparkling despite her embarrassment, deciding to say everything on her mind now that she had already started.

“Kafka, do you know just how hard it is to stay composed at work when I get one of your pictures?It’s so bad that sometimes I squeal out loud!” She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. “It’s a miracle that the neighbourhood aunties haven’t caught on yet.”

I laughed, warmth spreading through my chest. The image of her, fierce and composed on the outside but squealing like a teenager when she saw a simple picture of me, was almost too much to handle.

“So, what you’re saying is, I’m a workplace hazard now?” I asked in a haughty manner.

“Absolutely…An absolute distraction that keeps on pulling me away from my work.” She muttered, though a shy smile was starting to bloom on her lips.

“Well, if I’m going to be a hazard, I might as well lean into it.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her cheek.

Her eyes widened, and before she could protest, I snapped a quick selfie of the two of us, her blushing face next to my mischievous grin.

Snap!~

“There.” I said, holding up the screen so she could see. “A new addition for your shrine.”

“…But if you really don’t want the photo, I can just delete it—”

Before I could even finish, Nina’s eyes widened in panic. In a flash, she snatched the phone right out of my hand with a speed that would’ve made a hawk jealous.

“Don’t you dare!” She growled, clutching the phone protectively to her chest. Her eyes narrowed into a glare, but her cheeks betrayed her with a furious blush. “I swear, if you even think about deleting it, I’ll punch you so hard you’ll forget how to take selfies!”

I blinked, taken aback by her intensity.

“Whoa, whoa! Okay! No deleting, I promise!” A laugh escaped me. “I didn’t think you would get so feisty over a single photo.”

She huffed, still hugging the phone like it was a precious treasure.

“That’s because it’s mine now.” She muttered defiantly. Her eyes softened as she finally looked down at the screen.

There I was, grinning smugly, and there she was, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with surprise. Her fingers hovered over the image, and a gentle smile curled at the edges of her lips.

Her thoughts wandered as she stared at it like it was the most precious treasure.

Her heart fluttered, and she bit her lower lip, debating something. Then a thought struck her, and her eyes lit up with determination like she was going to figure out how to change her wallpaper.

As if reading her mind, I leaned closer, trying to peek over her shoulder.

“What are you plotting over there?”

“N-nothing! Mind your own business, you peeping Tom!” She spun around to block my view, her blush deepening.

I shook my head, a grin tugging at my lips. Her blush had deepened to a shade I’d only seen on the ripest tomatoes.

“You know…” I said, as I played with her slender waist. “You keep saying you’re star-struck by my pictures, but it’s actually the other way around…Every time you send a photo of yourself, I’m the one who’s in awe.”

Nina’s eyes widened before she scoffed, rolling them dramatically to hide the red creeping up her neck.

“Yeah, right! There’s no way that’s true. I’m horrible at taking photos!” She huffed, her fingers already moving on the screen. “Here, look at these disasters.”

She shoved her phone in my face, and the first image nearly made me snort out loud.

It was a blurry selfie where half her face was out of frame, her eyes wide and startled like she’d just seen a ghost. I stifled a laugh, covering my mouth with a fist.

“Wait, it gets worse.” She said, swiping to the next one.

This time, it was a shot of her looking determined, but the flash had gone off unexpectedly, making her eyes glow like she was possessed by some demonic spirit.

I lost it…A burst of laughter escaped me, and I had to grip my side.

“What even happened here?! Are you summoning dark forces or taking a selfie?”

“I was trying to turn off the flash! It just wouldn’t listen to me!” Nina puffed out her cheeks, pouting.

She flipped to the next photo—an accidental close-up of her forehead and one of her eyes, glaring fiercely into the camera.

“And this…” She grumbled. “…was me trying to adjust the angle. It’s like my phone actively hates me.”

“Nina, these are gold!” I couldn’t breathe. I leaned forward, laughing so hard I nearly tipped over.

“I told you! I’m the queen of photo fails.” She crossed her arms and turned her nose up, feigning offence.

I nodded, my eyes glinting with playful sincerity.

“It’s absolutely true. You are the queen of photo fails.” I teased, watching her pout deepen. “You mess up angles, forget to focus, and somehow manage to take photos where half your face is missing.”

“Gee, thanks for telling me what I already knew, Kafka.” Her cheeks puffed up like an irritated chipmunk, and she glared at me.

“Don’t get upset now…Let me finish.” I laughed, reaching out to gently boop her nose. “Sure, you’re not exactly a pro behind the camera, but you know what? You don’t need to be…You’ve got this…this innate beauty that somehow makes even the silliest, most messed-up photos look like a masterpiece.”

“W-What do you mean by that?”

Her eyes widened slightly, her blush starting to creep back.

“Look, the reason I come out decent in photos is because I’m trying…I know how to stage it, pick the right angles, and fake being photogenic.” I shrugged. “It’s all smoke and mirrors.”

She tilted her head, her lips parting slightly as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe me.

“But you, on the other hand…” I continued, my gaze softening. “…you’re effortlessly gorgeous. You don’t need to try. Even if you take a photo that’s blurry, crooked, or completely out of focus, it still feels real…You make it beautiful just by being in it.” I grinned. “Honestly, the worst photo you’ve ever taken could still be framed and hung on a wall.”

Her blush deepened to the tips of her ears, and she averted her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she said,

“You’re just saying that to appease me.”

“I’m not, Nina…I mean every word I said.” I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You really think that?” She glanced up at me through her lashes, her voice soft and shy.

“I know that.” I nodded, my smile unwavering, which made Nina lean onto me, her head resting on my shoulder, a soft smile curving her lips.

“Fine…” She murmured, her voice low and playful. “I’ll go out of my way to send you more pictures of myself. If it makes you that happy….” She paused, her eyes glinting mischievously. “…But you better send me more, too, or I’m cutting off the supply.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sheer silliness of her threat making me grin.

“Oh no, not the supply chain!” I teased, feigning panic. “How ever will I survive without your blurry selfies and half-face portraits?”

“Don’t mock my generosity, Kafka. This is a high-risk trade deal.” She poked me lightly in the side.

I chuckled, tightening my arm around her waist.

“Trust me, I’m fully committed to the terms…You keep sending those adorable disasters, and I’ll flood your inbox with my best attempts, even though they’ll never match up to the ones you always send.”

“Good. I like knowing you’re just a message away…Even when we’re apart.” Her smile softened, a hint of shyness creeping in as she whispered.

“Always.” I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, my voice equally soft.

She snuggled closer, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly balanced—just the two of us, wrapped in this easy, playful warmth that neither of us wanted to end.

…But of course that got interrupted by a request from the Gods.

[The God of Flames Ophelial sends a request: Make Nina send some ‘dirty’ pictures of herself right here in the hot springs]

[Successfully fulfil the request and gain the Gods satisfaction and approval]

[Fail the given request and experience the highest degree of heat that anyone can experience from the flames that engulf the World of Winslow]