God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 488

Chapter 488: Let’s Take A Video Next
Kafka’s hand twisted again, this time more deliberately, the glass rubbing against her entrance in a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Ahhh!♡~ Uhhh!♡~ Annn!♡~”

The pressure sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body clenching involuntarily. She whimpered, her fingers digging into the edge of the counter to steady herself. The teasing was slow, relentless, each subtle movement driving her higher, making her slickness drip down the bottle and onto his hand.

“Ah!♡~…K-Kafka!♡~…You can’t!♡~” She breathed, her voice trembling.

He didn’t say a word, his calm demeanour unchanged, but his fingers kept moving, exploring her edge with infuriating control. The bottle pushed and pulled ever so slightly, the sensation like a spark igniting a wildfire inside her. Her thighs trembled, her breaths coming in ragged pants.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his grip tightened. And in one smooth, deliberate motion, he began to pull the bottle out.

“Mmmm!♡~”

The stretch intensified for a moment, her walls clinging desperately to the thick glass. A gasp tore from her throat, her body shuddering as the pressure built to a peak.

And then, with a wet pop, the bottle slipped free, the sudden release making her cry out softly.

“Ahhhh!♡~”

Her legs almost gave out, a rush of slickness following the bottle’s exit, the cool air teasing her over-sensitive folds. The sound—the lewd, cork-like sound of the bottle leaving her—echoed in her ears, amplifying her embarrassment and arousal in equal measure.

And then, just when she thought it was over, her eyes flickered open, confusion dancing through her pleasure-hazed gaze as she watched him lift the bottle.

Her love juices glistened inside; a pale pool collected at the bottom, the evidence of her lust shimmering like nectar.

Her cheeks then flamed, her lips parted in disbelief as out of her expectations he suddenly tilted the bottle towards his mouth.

Her breath caught as his eyes met hers, dark and smouldering with primal hunger. Without breaking his gaze, he tipped the bottle, the thick, glossy fluid sliding towards his waiting lips.

Glug~ Glug~ Glug~

He drank it down, his throat working as he swallowed every drop of her essence, the intimate act so raw, so possessive, that a fresh wave of arousal flooded through her.

Her knees nearly buckled as he lowered the bottle, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip, savouring the taste of her.

“Not too sweet, not too bitter…Just perfect.” He whispered, his eyes gleaming. “I could drink you forever, Nina.”

Nina’s breath was ragged, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. The sight of Kafka drinking every glistening drop of her essence had sent her mind spiralling into a haze of heat and desire.

Her thighs trembled, her dirty pussy clenching with need. His eyes, still dark and magnetic, held her captive, his gaze a mix of satisfaction and wicked hunger.

And then, without a word, Kafka set the slick, empty bottle down on the counter. The sharp clink of glass meeting wood made her flinch, her nerves strung tight, every inch of her body alive and aching.

Then, to her surprise, he reached for his phone, placing it beside the bottle as if dismissing it entirely.

“We should stop this little texting of ours, Nina.” He murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You’ve already mastered the art of sending sensual photos, so I don’t see any use in keeping up this act any longer.”

Nina’s eyes widened, shock flickering through the haze of desire clouding her mind.

Her lips parted, the words she wanted to say caught somewhere between protest and confusion.

She needed this, needed the electric thrill of his messages, the way his words and commands pushed her further than she ever thought she’d go…Her body was on the brink, so close to shattering that the idea of stopping now felt unbearable.

“But—” She started, her voice shaky and uncertain. The heat still coiled low in her belly, the emptiness between her thighs a constant ache, desperate to be filled.

Before she could finish, Kafka turned toward her, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something deliciously dangerous.

He leaned in just enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his body, his voice a husky whisper that made her knees weak.

“But don’t think that we’re not stopping, Nina.” His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheek, his touch feather-light but searing. “We’re just going to try something else.”

Her heart raced, her skin prickling with anticipation. “S-Something else?” She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Instead of answering right away, Kafka picked up his phone again, his thumb gliding across the screen. The soft glow of the display reflected in his eyes as he tapped a few times.

He then tilted the device just enough for her to see the camera interface open—not on photo mode, but on video.

Her stomach flipped, a hot, tingling sensation spreading through her limbs. Her thoughts caught fire, a flurry of images and possibilities flashing through her mind.

‘A video.’ The word echoed in her head, making her cheeks burn and her core throb. ‘What did he have planned? How far was he going to push her?’

Her gaze darted to his face, searching for answers in his smirk, in the hungry gleam of his eyes.

But Kafka didn’t reveal anything and simply raised his phone slightly, holding it at the perfect angle to capture her fully, and the weight of the moment pressed down on her, the idea of being recorded, of having this raw, intimate moment preserved, making her nipples turn stiff.

“I want to see your everything, Nina.” He suddenly said, his voice soft but firm. “Every shiver, every gasp, every bit of you that aches for me.” His gaze burnt into her, his words a caress and a command all at once. “This time, I want to see how much you want me and how far you’re willing to go for me.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her body trembling under the intensity of his words. The thrill of what he was asking sent a rush of heat to her core, her mind spinning with excitement and a hint of nervousness. There would be no hiding, no hesitation. Every movement, every sound, would be his to watch and savour.

“Are you ready for that, Nina?” He asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. Her entire body felt like it was on the edge of a precipice, teetering dangerously close to falling.

But she didn’t want to step back…She wanted to fall, to dive into the depths of whatever Kafka had planned for her.

“Yes…W-Whatever it may be.” She breathed, the word slipping out before she could second-guess herself.

His smile widened, approval and desire blending into something that made her womb throb.

“Good.” He murmured. “Then let’s begin.”