God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Newton’s Cradle
Nina’s breath hastened, her cheeks burning as she wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to cover the soft, exposed curves of her upper body. The tension between them was a living thing, wrapping around her, threading through every shaky inhale.

Kafka’s gaze stayed fixed on her, unwavering, a mixture of heat and curiosity in his eyes that made her plump thighs press together instinctively.

His fingers then wrapped around a Newton’s cradle sitting on the counter, the thin metal bars and polished steel balls gleaming under the soft lighting. He lifted it, the soft clink of the spheres echoing between them.

“Does this mean anything to you, Nina?” He asked, his voice smooth, but there was something deliberate beneath the question, something that made her stomach flutter.

Nina blinked, momentarily distracted from the heat of her own vulnerability. She glanced at the Newton’s cradle and let out a shaky laugh, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her loosened top.

“Not really.” She admitted, eyes flicking up to meet his. “I…I bought it because it was a bit amusing.” Her lips curled into an embarrassed smile, her cheeks tinging green with a fresh blush. “I liked watching the balls click back and forth. It felt simple and…calming.”

Kafka’s lips softened into a smile, genuine and tinged with affection. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners made her heart twist. For a brief moment, the heat of the moment was replaced by something tender.

But that moment passed as quickly as it came, the glimmer of mischief returning to his gaze.

“Then, would you mind if I…” He paused, letting his fingers wrap around one of the smooth metal balls, tugging it slightly away from the others. “…pulled each of these out?”

Nina’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Why would you want to—”

“Don’t ask.” He cut her off softly, the corner of his mouth quirking up into that enigmatic smile that always made her insides twist. “Just trust me.”

Her throat tightened, but she nodded slowly, the heat in her chest flaring under his mysterious gaze. “I…I wouldn’t mind.” She whispered.

He said nothing, only his smile deepened as he drew each metal ball out, the thin wires stretching taut.

Pluck~ Pluck~

One by one, he disassembled the cradle, the faint sound of metal against metal filling the space between them. He laid the balls gently on the counter, the polished spheres cool and still against the wood.

When he was done, he looked up at her, the intensity in his eyes making her breath catch. “Come here.” He said, his voice low and commanding.

Her feet felt rooted to the floor for a moment, the vulnerability of her half-naked form making her hesitate. But the pull of his voice, the weight of his expectation, drew her forward. Her steps were tentative, her body trembling slightly as she moved to stand before him.

“Turn around.” He instructed, his tone a silken promise.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she slowly turned, her back now facing him. The cool air of the lobby whispered over her bare skin, making her shiver. The anticipation coiled tighter, every nerve on high alert.

And then to her surprise, Kafka’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Nina’s pants, the fabric clinging to her skin as though reluctant to let go. His touch was a tantalising threat, a whispered promise of what lay ahead. He then dragged the material down, the slow, torturous descent pulling her nerves taut.

The pants slipped past the curve of her hips, gliding over the swell of her ass, until they reached the middle of her thighs. Her body quivered, exposed and vulnerable, every inch of her skin tingling with anticipation. As the last of the fabric slid down to her ankles, her bare form was laid out before him in exquisite detail.

The soft curve of her ass was flawless, firm, and inviting. The pale skin bore a faint, rosy tint, the subtle evidence of previous pleasures. The valley between her cheeks led downward to the place she could never hide—the delicate folds of her lower garden, just barely peeking out, glistening with the proof of her arousal. The moisture there shimmered like dew, the petals of her desire unfurling before his gaze.

Kafka’s eyes darkened, hunger sharpening his smile.

He reached out and let his fingers graze along the curve of her exposed rear. Her breath caught as his fingertips traced the smooth surface, lingering on the delicate dip just before her thighs met. The flesh there was impossibly soft, giving under his touch, a contrast to the undeniable heat radiating from her lower body.

“Look at you, Nina.” He murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you begging to be touched.”

The faintest blush dusted her cheeks, shame and desire mixing in a dizzying swirl. Her thighs trembled, the throbbing urge between them an insistent pulse.

“Hmmm!♡~”

As his fingers caressed her, a low whimper escaped her lips, her body instinctively pushing back against his hand, silently pleading for more.

He chuckled, his palm sliding lower until it rested on the tender curve of her ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. The skin there was supple, a perfect handful.

He then leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “This shade of green…” He whispered, fingers kneading the pliant flesh. “…suits you perfectly, Nina. Fresh, lush…ready for the taking like a ripe fruit during the harvest season or more like the mating season in your case.”

A shiver rippled through her, heat pooling low in her belly. The red tint of her rear—a teasing mark of play, of ownership—glowed faintly under his touch. It was a quiet symbol of her submission, a sign that she was his, willing to be moulded, shaped, and claimed.

Her breath quickened, anticipation thrumming through her veins. She could feel the weight of his gaze roaming over her, taking in every secret inch she laid bare for him. Her vulnerability only heightened the molten ache building inside her.

Kafka’s voice then dipped low, a soft but commanding whisper that threaded through her nerves like silk and steel. “Bend over.” He ordered, each word deliberate, dripping with intent. “Bend over and stick out your naked ass towards me.” The air between them thickened, his demand hanging heavy, undeniable.

A shudder rolled down Nina’s spine. Her breath caught in her throat, the heat in her pussy intensifying, spreading through her limbs like molten liquid. She felt the weight of his gaze on her, heavy with expectation.

Her cheeks flushed, but her body still obeyed, driven by the pull of his authority. Slowly, she leaned forward, her hands reaching out to steady herself against the counter’s cool surface.

Her back arched in a graceful curve, the position forcing her to expose herself completely. The smooth swell of her hips tilted, her ass presented to him in an offering that made her heart pound.

Her legs quivered, a betraying tremor of anticipation and desire. The vulnerable expanse of her rear, round and firm, was on full display, the faint sheen of moisture glistening where her thighs met, a silent confession of her need.

“Now…” He murmured, his voice a dark velvet caress. “…spread yourself for me.”