God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 483

Chapter 483: A Little Bit Of Cleavage
Nina’s mind raced as she stared at her phone, the photo she just took looking completely innocent on the screen. She had no idea what she was supposed to do to make it suggestive. She had never taken a photo like that before, and the thought of it made her cheeks burn even hotter.

She bit her lower lip nervously, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her phone. What did ‘suggestive’ even mean? Should she pout? Lean back? Show more skin?

If she was wearing her traditional wear from her tribe that came in the form of a loose robe, which she knew was irresistible since her father could never take his eyes off her mother when she wore it, she knew that she could pull something off. But she was just wearing her white top, so what could she do with that?

But just as she was brainstorming what to do, Nina’s eyes darted to her phone screen, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the preview of her reflection. And her heart skipped a beat because of what she saw.

The fabric of her white top had slipped dangerously low, the swell of her green breasts pressing up against it, barely contained. The smooth curve of her cleavage was fully exposed, the slightest movement away from showing even more.

A blush surged up her neck, her cheeks burning hot, as even though she was quite mature in age, she was one to get easily flustered.

Panic flared in her chest. ‘Oh no.’ Her fingers flew to the neckline, ready to pull it back up and hide herself again. The thought of anyone seeing this much of her made her ears twitch and her stomach twist into knots. Her hands hovered above her chest, trembling, as the heat of embarrassment crawled across her skin.

But just before she yanked the fabric up, a memory stopped her. The memory of the way Kafka’s eyes lingered at her chest when he thought she wasn’t looking, the subtle flick of his gaze toward her breasts, his jaw clenching just a little tighter whenever she shifted and her curves strained against her top.

She could feel that heat now, the ghost of his attention making her pulse quicken. He wasn’t looking at her now since he wasn’t facing her, but…She knew that if he was, there was no chance he would miss the glorious sight.

Her fingers hesitated on the edge of the fabric. A shiver ran through her, the thought sending a delicious thrill deep into her core.

‘What if I don’t cover up? What if I…I give him what he wants to see?’

The idea felt dangerous, forbidden, but also thrilling. A heat unlike embarrassment curled in her belly, low and insistent.

‘Would he like it?…No, that pervert would love it.’

Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric, demanding attention. She swallowed hard, the indecision clawing at her mind.

Nina knew that she could just pull the top up, pretend nothing happened. But another part of her, bolder, hungrier, whispered that this was her chance to surprise him, to fluster him for once.

‘Do I really have the guts to do this?’ The thought made her thighs squeeze together, that warmth spreading further, pooling between her legs.

Finally, she sucked in a breath, a surge of determination firing through her veins.

‘I’ll do it… for him.’

Her fingers then slid to the neckline, and, with a shaky exhale, she tugged the fabric down.

Pull~

The cotton stretched, slipping lower, until half of her breasts were exposed—lush, full mounds of emerald flesh pushed up by her lacy bra, the deep green of her skin contrasted by the delicate white straps barely holding everything in place. The tops of her dusky purple areolas peeked just above the lace, teasing, taunting.

A tremor ran through her body. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, making her nipples throb, the sensation shooting sparks of heat straight to her tummy. Her cheeks burnt hotter than ever, the realisation of just how much she was showing making her head spin.

‘This is too much. Or maybe…just enough.’

Her hands shook as she lifted the phone, angling it carefully. The screen filled with the image of her half-bared breasts, the bra straining to hold them in place, the fabric of her top pushed down just enough to leave no question of what lay beneath.

She looked at the image, her face flushed, her eyes wide with nervous excitement. Her lips parted on a soft breath, a mix of embarrassment and wicked thrill.

‘He’s going to lose his mind.’

Her thumb hovered over the shutter button. The thought of Kafka seeing this—seeing her like this—sent a wave of heat crashing through her, making her thighs clench tighter. And with a gasp, she pressed the button.

Click~

The sound felt deafening in the quiet lobby. She stared at the image, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might burst.

‘I can’t believe I just took that.’

Her cheeks flared impossibly hotter. The photo was shameless, her curves lush and inviting, her bra barely covering what was left of her modesty.

Her breath came in shallow, quick bursts. Her finger hovered over the send button. Doubt clawed at her mind.

‘Is this too much? What if he thinks-‘

Ding~

But before she could think of anything, a soft ding interrupted her spiral of panic.

[Still waiting, Nina.]

His message sent a shiver down her spine, a reminder that he was there, waiting for her…Waiting to see her like this.

She clenched her teeth, a rush of courage flooding her veins.

‘This is for him. He wants this.’

Her thumb trembled, and then she pressed send. The whoosh of the message being delivered felt final, irreversible.

Her chest tightened, every nerve on edge as she waited for his response. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out, the exposed swell of her breasts tingling with anticipation.

Ding~

And then her phone buzzed. Her eyes darted down.

Her phone buzzed again, the soft vibration sending a ripple of anticipation through her body. Her eyes darted down, heart thundering in her chest as she opened Kafka’s message.

[God, Nina. You’re driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are and how much I want to see more of you. Every inch of that perfect body.]

A shiver danced up her spine, her breath catching in her throat as she read his rather raunchy text.

His words felt like fire, a heat that licked through her body, spreading lower, tighter. The nervousness that had been in her belly unravelled slowly, replaced by a blooming confidence.

He wanted her…He was going wild over her body…The thought made her pulse race, and that tingling heat in her lower garden grew harder to ignore.

The fear that had gripped her melted away. A new desire took its place—an urge to show him more, to push him over the edge the way he was pushing her.

She bit onto her lower lip as she considered what to do next. She’d only shown a hint of cleavage before, just a tease of her stiff nipples beneath the fabric.

But that wasn’t enough now. She wanted to give him more…Much more.

Nina’s gaze then darted around the lobby of the hot spring, the soft sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance…The place was quiet, empty.

No one was there to see what she was about to do next. Her cheeks burnt at the thought, but her body pulsed with anticipation.

And after coming to terms as to what she was going to do next, her fingers trembled as she hooked them under the bottom of her white top. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she hesitated for just a moment.

Then, with a shaky exhale, she pulled the top up, the fabric sliding over her stomach, baring her smooth, green navel and the curve of her slender waist. The cool air kissed her heated skin, making her shiver.

Her breasts strained beneath her white bra, the colour a bold contrast against her emerald skin. The lace hugged her curves perfectly, lifting and framing her full, round mounds. Her nipples, still stiff and needy, pressed visibly against the thin fabric. The sight alone made her thighs clench; a flutter of excitement was felt all over.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she glanced at Kafka’s back. He still hadn’t turned around, holding true to his word. Her cheeks flared even hotter, knowing she had this moment all to herself.

With a soft, shaky breath, she reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.