God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 482

Chapter 482: The Thrill Of Being Caught
Nina’s fingers fidgeted nervously as she let out a shaky sigh. “But Kafka, even though I’m okay with the idea.” She murmured, her eyes darting away, “I honestly have no clue how to take those kinds of photos.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with embarrassment. “I already struggle with normal photos as it is.”

“That’s fine, Nina.” I said smoothly, thinking about how I was going to make her take the pictures I needed without any additional instructions from me. I then added with my lips curled up, “You can just practice how to do it with me right now.”

Her eyes widened in horror.

“R-Right now?!” She squeaked, her ears standing up straight like startled sentinels.

She glanced around the empty lobby of the steaming hot spring in a flurry, her gaze darting from the entrance to the wooden and the distant sound of flowing water.

“H-How am I supposed to do that in a public place like this? Just imagine what would happen if I got caught.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson.

I chuckled, leaning closer with a teasing glint in my eyes. “Why are you worrying about it so much?” I asked, my voice low and playful. “You’ve already done way worse.”

Her head snapped toward me, her blush spreading down to her neck. “I-I have not!” She stammered, eyes wide with indignation.

“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow, the grin never leaving my face. “You don’t remember what happened last time we were here?…What happened on that sofa over there?”

Her face practically caught fire when she remembered the time when she pissed herself in her own lobby. “T-That was different, Kafka!” She sputtered, clutching the edge of her top like a lifeline, as she thought about how the stains were still embedded on that very sofa.

“I wasn’t thinking clearly…And you…Y-You egged me on!” Her ears twitched wildly, giving away her fluster even more than her words.

I laughed, the sound echoing across the wood panels of the traditional hot spring.

“See? You’ve already survived worse. And besides…” I leaned in just enough to make her catch her breath. “…couples don’t just take those kinds of photos when they’re somewhere private.”

“What do you mean?” She blinked, confusion swirling in her eyes.

“Well, to your knowledge, they also do it in places where there are lots of people around.” I said, my grin widening.

Her jaw dropped. “W-Wait, what?” She shook her head, her hands flailing slightly. “Why would anyone do that? That’s insane!”

“Because of the thrill of the situation.” I shrugged, my tone casual.

She froze, eyes locked on mine in disbelief. “The thrill?” She repeated, as if I’d just spoken another language.

“Yep.” I confirmed. “The excitement of knowing someone could see you, but they don’t. It makes everything much more intense.”

“I-I can’t believe people actually do that…” Nina covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled by embarrassment.

She then peeked at me through her fingers, her eyes filled with a mix of shock, curiosity, and something else—something she probably didn’t even realise herself. Her voice was soft, hesitant as she asked, “And…You’d want to do that as well?”

I chuckled, my smile turning just a touch wicked. “I’d absolutely love that, Nina.” I admitted, my voice low. “Seeing your normal pictures is already amazing, but ones where you’re all flustered from the thrill of the situation?…That’d be something else entirely.”

Nina’s eyes widened, and she let out a tiny gasp, her fingers slipping down to reveal her face. Her cheeks burnt hotter than the hot spring water, and she pressed her lips together, torn between disbelief and exasperation. Her ears then twitched furiously as she muttered under her breath, “I can’t believe I actually fell for such a pervert.”

“Well, that’s your fault, not mine.” I grinned unabashedly.

Her eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat behind it. Instead, a strange resolve settled on her face. She took a shaky breath and then, to my surprise, met my gaze head-on.

“I guess it’s my fault.” She started, her voice hesitant. “T-Then that also means that it’s my responsibility to handle my pervert’s wishes, isn’t it?”

My heart skipped a beat, but I held the playful smirk as I said, “That does sound fair.”

She swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of her white top, and then she looked up at me. “So…How do I start practicing?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes darting away again as if she couldn’t believe she was asking.

I rested my elbow against the counter, grinning at her. The soft lighting in the lobby gave her flushed cheeks a warm glow, making her look even more endearing.

“Let’s start easy…Just a trial photo.” I said gently. “Take a normal selfie and send it to me.”

She blinked, frowning. “Why send it? You’re standing right here.” She gestured vaguely at the small space between us.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Trust me, it’s better for practice. Even if you work up the guts to take suggestive photos, you might freeze when it comes to sending them…This way, we ease into it.”

Her brows furrowed in thought, and she bit her lower lip. After a moment, she sighed. “You really have everything worked out, don’t you?” She muttered, half-impressed, half-flustered.

“Just thinking ahead.” I shrugged, feigning innocence.

Her lips twisted in a wry smile as she reached for her phone, which was sitting on the counter. The soft click of the screen unlocking echoed louder than it should have, and I watched as she took a deep breath. Her fingers hovered over the camera app, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

With a determined huff, she opened the app and raised the phone. Her movements were careful, almost painfully so, like she was handling fragile glass. She adjusted the angle meticulously, tilting her head slightly to the left, then to the right. Her verdant hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, the stray strands clinging to her neck.

Her eyes flitted to me for a second, seeking silent approval. I gave her a warm smile and a nod as I said, “You’ve got this.”

Nina sucked in a breath and lifted her chin just a little. Her thumb hovered over the shutter button, and for a moment, doubt flickered in her eyes. But then, with a determined press, the soft snap of the photo filled the silence.

She froze, staring at the screen. Her shoulders tensed, and I could practically hear the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. Her lips parted as she hesitated, biting her lip nervously.

“Well?” I prompted, leaning closer. “How did it turn out?”

Her eyes lifted to mine, her cheeks turning pink. Slowly, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I think…It’s good.” She whispered, sounding almost surprised.

She turned the phone toward me, excitement shining in her eyes. The glow of the screen highlighted the soft curve of her smile, and I leaned in to take a look.

“See? You nailed it…You look amazing, unlike the other photos where I could barely make out your face.” A grin spread across my face.

Her eyes lit up, but before she could bask in the praise, I leaned in, smirking as I added, “But you forgot one step.”

She blinked, confusion clouding her face for a split second before realisation struck. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flared red.

“Oh!” She squeaked, clutching her phone tighter.

Her fingers fumbled as she navigated to our chat, hesitating for a beat. She glanced at me nervously.

“You really want me to send it?”

“Of course. It’s part of the practice, remember?” I gave her a reassuring nod, my smile softening.

Taking a shaky breath, she tapped the send button. A soft whoosh confirmed the message was on its way. Almost instantly, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, and there it was—a picture of her, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, looking both beautiful and bashful.

“Wow. No matter if it’s through my own eyes or the screen of a phone, you always look as pretty as a butterfly, Nina, so much so that a filter would only besmirch your beauty.” I looked at the photo, a genuine smile spreading across my face.

Her gaze darted up to meet mine, and when she saw the sincerity in my eyes, her lips curled into the happiest smile I’d seen all day. I smiled back, but a glimmer of mischief sparked in my eyes.

“But that was just the trial photo,” I said, leaning back slightly. “Now comes the real challenge.”

Her smile faltered, curiosity and wariness mingling in her expression. “The real challenge?” She echoed, a faint blush already creeping across her cheeks.

“Yep. Same kind of selfie, but this time…Make it a bit more suggestive.” I nodded.

“S-Suggestive?” She stammered, not having a single idea of how to make a simple selfie into something that would deeply please me. “How exactly am I supposed to do that?”

I grinned, expecting the question. But instead of giving her an answer, I shrugged, my gaze shifting away from her as I said, “That’s for you to figure out, Nina. You’re the one practicing, after all.”

“Wait, what? You’re not going to help?” Her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

I shook my head, a teasing smile tugging at my lips. “Nope. This is all you.” To make it even more challenging, I spun my chair around, turning my back to her. She could only see the back of my head now, and I couldn’t see a single part of her. As I picked up my phone, I added, “From now on, I’m not going to look at you directly. I’ll only look at the photos you send me. And to make it more realistic…” I paused for effect. “I won’t even speak to you. I’ll only text you. So, you’d better make them good.”

She gawked at me, her eyes wide, the weight of the challenge settling on her shoulders. “You’re kidding, right?” Her voice came out as a whisper, as if she hoped I’d take it back.

A soft ding from her phone made her glance down at the screen. A message from me read:

[Nope]

Her brows shot up, and she let out an exasperated huff. ‘He’s really serious about this.’ The playful glint in her eyes flickered with uncertainty.

She glanced between me and her phone, wondering just how this was going to go. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, nerves bubbling up inside her.

And then while she was still in a daze, another soft ding came:

[I’m waiting]

She bit her lower lip, the pressure now undeniable. Her mind buzzed with anxious thoughts.

‘How do I even start?…What kind of picture should I take?’

A wave of embarrassment surged through her, making her cheeks flush. This wasn’t just some silly photo; this was a challenge. A test…A rather naughty test.

And yet, somewhere beneath the flustered panic, she felt a spark of excitement as she was excited to see where this was going to lead…