God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 500

Chapter 500: I Don’t Want To Disappoint You
But just as Nina’s pen began to descend, a voice—low, cold, and razor-sharp—sliced through the air.

“Stop it, Nina…What exactly do you think you’re doing right now?”

The word was quiet, but it carried a weight that froze both Nina and her husband in place. The pen in her hand faltered, hovering just above the paper.

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned her head, as did her husband. Their gazes landed on Kafka, who was no longer casually sitting on the chair.

He stood straight, looking like he was towering over them, his expression dark and unyielding. The playful smirk that usually adorned his face was gone, replaced by something much more menacing.

And suprisingly his eyes, sharp and piercing, were locked onto Nina…Not her husband this time, but her. There was no trace of warmth in his gaze, only a cold intensity that made her breath hasten.

“K-Kafka?” Nina stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

She had seen him intimidating others before—seen the way he reduced her husband to a quivering mess just moments ago—but she had never felt that sharp, suffocating focus directed at herself.

Her husband took a step back, his earlier relief evaporating as he looked between Kafka and Nina. The fear he had felt before returned, stronger than ever. He wanted to say something, to demand an explanation, but the sheer presence Kafka exuded made his voice catch in his throat.

Kafka’s tone was calm, but there was an icy edge to it that sent shivers down Nina’s spine.

“Nina,are you just going to sign it? Just like that? Without reading a single word?”

Nina blinked, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I-I mean, yes, s-since he said it’s just accounting documents.” She said softly, as if that were explanation enough. “It’s not—”

“It’s not what?” Kafka interrupted, his voice in a tone that resembled her father berating her when she got into needless fights when she was young. “Not worth looking over? Not worth questioning?” He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Do you trust the man who couldn’t bother to think of you for a second that much, Nina?…Enough to sign something without knowing what it is, when you hold you have your mother’s single inheritance in your name?”

Her husband opened his mouth to protest, but Kafka’s sharp gaze snapped to him, silencing him instantly. The man’s lips pressed into a thin line, his hands clenching at his sides. He didn’t dare speak, too rattled by the sudden shift in Kafka’s demeanor.

Nina’s grip on the pen tightened, her confidence wavering under Kafka’s intense scrutiny. “I just…I didn’t think—”

“That’s the problem.” Kafka said, his voice soft but filled with disappointment. “You didn’t think.”

The weight of his words hit her like a punch to the gut. She looked down at the papers, her earlier certainty dissolving into doubt. The ease with which she had been about to sign now felt reckless, foolish even.

She had been so used to taking her husband’s requests at face value, so used to avoiding confrontation, that she hadn’t even considered questioning him.

“Give them to me.” Kafka said, his hand extending toward her. It wasn’t a request—it was a command.

Nina hesitated, glancing at her husband, who looked like he wanted to protest but didn’t dare to. Slowly, she slid the papers toward Kafka, her hand trembling slightly.

Kafka took them, his movements deliberate and precise, and began to scan the pages. The room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Nina watched him nervously, her heart pounding in her chest as her earlier embarrassment gave way to a gnawing sense of guilt.

Her husband shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between Kafka and the papers. For the first time, he looked genuinely uneasy, as though the act of having someone else scrutinize the documents was a risk he hadn’t anticipated.

Finally, as Kafka finished the last page, he slowly lowered the papers, his dark eyes locking onto the man in front of him. The look he gave wasn’t just cold—it was utterly terrifying, like he was peeling back every layer of pretense to see straight into the man’s soul. It was the kind of look that made people squirm, and sure enough, Nina’s husband took a step back, his face pale.

“You know.” Kafka said to the man, his tone deceptively calm. “I almost didn’t believe you had the guts to try something like this.”

The man froze, his breath hitching. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammered, his voice trembling.

Kafka didn’t respond. He just held that icy gaze for a moment longer before turning to Nina.

The coldness in his expression shifted slightly. But it wasn’t enough to hide the disappointment etched into his features.

Nina flinched as their eyes met. Her chest tightened. She had never seen Kafka look at her like this…Not with teasing…Not with amusement.

But with a sternness that made her heart ache.

Her heart beated in her chest as she looked down since she was unable to meet his gaze any longer.

She wasn’t upset because of what he had said before…No. It was something far worse.

She hated herself for disappointing him. The thought of Kafka looking down on her. Of him losing faith in her. It made her stomach twist painfully.

‘How could I be so careless?’ She berated herself. Biting her lip hard enough to sting. ‘How could I make him look at me like that?’

When ears pricked at the corners of her eyes, she blinked rapidly…She willed them away.

But the lump in her throat only grew as the silence stretched on. She was so consumed by her own guilt that she didn’t notice Kafka’s expression softening.

He had been about to speak. His words were poised to scold her again.

But the moment he saw the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. His resolve faltered….Nina.

It hit him then. How harsh he had been. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Not like this. He was just so frustrated by the situation. By her husband’s audacity. By the thought of her being taken advantage of. But seeing her like this. So vulnerable. It made his chest tighten in a completely different way.

“Hey.” His voice softened. But Nina didn’t look up.

She was too busy berating herself internally. She tried to summon the courage to apologize…To own up to her mistake. And to beg him not to hate her.

But before she could say a word. She felt it.

A warm, gentle hand stroking the top of her head. The motion was so unexpected. So tender. It froze her in place. Her nose was runny as she slowly looked up. Her teary eyes met Kafka’s.

He wasn’t scowling anymore. The gloominess in his gaze had melted into something softer. Something warmer. His lips curved into a small, lopsided smile as he continued to stroke her head. His touch was careful and reassuring.

And then finally he let out a soft chuckle. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at Nina. “Why do you look like you’re about to cry, Nina?” He teased. His voice was light and playful. Though his eyes carried a flicker of concern. “Come on. Nina. It’d be so embarrassing if one of the neighborhood aunties saw the fierce Nina tearing up behind the counter, so you better wipe those tears off your face.”

Nina sniffed. Her hands brushed against her cheeks as if to prove she wasn’t crying. Though her watery eyes betrayed her. “I’m not crying.” She stammered. Her voice trembled slightly. “I-It’s just…I don’t like the idea of letting you down.” She said to Kafka’s confusion.

Her voice grew quieter as she continued to explain. Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I know I’m not perfect, Kafka. I make mistakes. I do things without thinking sometimes…And, well, I know no one really wants someone like me, which was the reason I got an arranged marriage and not one where I actually fell in love with someone before marrying them.” She hesitated. Her fingers nervously twisted into her thighs. She then looked up at Kakfa with hopeful eyes and continued saying, “But…B-But you…You’re willing to stay by my side. Even when you don’t have to. Even when it’s not easy and when you have so many better options out there waiting for you.”

Kafka’s teasing smirk faded. Replaced by a softer, more thoughtful expression. He stayed quiet. Letting her speak. His posture shifting slightly to lean closer.

“And because of that…” Nina went on. Her voice cracking slightly. “I…I wanted to be better. I want to be the best version of myself for you. But then I go and do something stupid like this. And…” She swallowed hard. Blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “…And I can’t help but feel like I’ve disappointed you.”

Her words came out in a rush now. Pouring from her as if a dam had broken. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks of me. Not my husband. Not the aunties. No one. But you…You’ve been there for me. Protecting me. Believing in me. And if I let you down, Kafka, I—” Her voice hitched. And she stopped herself taking a shaky breath.

She turned her head slightly. Not even glancing at her husband. Who stood frozen. His expression caught between disbelief and anger.

For Nina, in this moment. Kafka was the only person who mattered. Her husband’s presence was nothing more than background noise…A shadow at the edge of her awareness.