God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 501

Chapter 501: A Snake In Disguise
Kafka let her words hang in the air for a moment. His expression unreadable.

Then, with deliberate slowness. He reached out and gently tilted her chin upward. Forcing her to meet his gaze. His touch was soft. His eyes warm but intense. As though he were looking straight into her soul.

“Nina…” He said. His voice steady but filled with a quiet strength that made her heart ache. “Listen to me when I say you could never let me down.”

Her breath caught. Her watery eyes widening as she stared at him. “But—”

“No buts.” He interrupted. His tone firm but kind. “You’re not perfect, Nina. No one is. You make mistakes. That’s human…But don’t you dare think for a second that you’re not wanted.” He paused. His eyes softening as he continued. “You’re wanted, Nina. You’re wanted by me.”

Her lips parted slightly. Her chest tightening at his words. “Kafka…” She whispered. Her voice barely audible.

“And as for you trying to be better for me.” He added. With a small, teasing smile. “You’re already enough. You’re more than enough. You’re fierce. Kind. Stubborn as hell…And yeah. You make mistakes. But that’s part of what makes you, you. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Nina blinked rapidly. Her cheeks flushing as she tried to process his words. The warmth spreading through her chest was almost overwhelming. And for a moment. She forgot how to breathe. “You…You really mean that?”

“Of course, I mean it…Do I look like the kind of guy who says things he doesn’t mean?” Kafka chuckled softly. His thumb brushing against her cheek.

“No…No, you don’t…You’re someone who’s too brutally honest for your own good.” She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. Though it was shaky and accompanied by a sniffle.

“There’s my girl.” Kafka said. His voice full of warmth and pride. “Now, no more of this ‘letting me down’ nonsense, okay? We’re a team, Nina. You and me…And if you stumble. I’ll be right here to catch you.”

Nina’s heart swelled at his words. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of her insecurities began to lift.

Her husband, still standing in stunned silence, seemed completely forgotten as Nina leaned into Kafka’s touch. Her heart finally feeling at ease. For the first time in a long while she felt truly cherished.

Kafka’s hand remained on Nina’s head, stroking her soft hair in a gentle rhythm. His gaze, however, was sharp as ever. “Nina.” He said, his voice almost conversational but with an undertone of seriousness. “Do you always sign the documents he gives you without reading them first?”

Nina tensed slightly under his touch. Her hesitation was evident. She bit her lip, unsure how to respond but the reassurance he had given her earlier emboldened her. Taking a deep breath, she admitted softly. “Well…Yeah. I mean, he handles all the accounting and administrative stuff for the hot spring.”

“He does?” Kafka raised an eyebrow. His expression was calm but curious.

She nodded slowly, glancing down at her hands. “I’m really bad with numbers and all that paperwork. It’s not my thing, you know. So…When he brings me something to sign, I just assume it’s for the hot spring and go along with it.”

Kafka’s gaze flicked over to her husband, who now looked as pale as a ghost. The man’s hands fidgeted nervously and he seemed to be shrinking under Kafka’s scrutiny.

“And…” Kafka continued, his tone still calm but with a certain eeriness creeping in. “Are these requests limited to just documents? Or…is there something else?”

Nina hesitated again. Her long ears fluttered around in nervousness. “He does also ask for money sometimes.” She admitted reluctantly. “He says it’s for the hot spring. Like repairs, supplies, or…other things.”

Kafka’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression composed. His eyes, however, flickered with something colder as he glanced back at her husband, who now looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. The man avoided Kafka’s gaze entirely. His shoulders slumped as if the weight of his guilt had finally settled on him.

“Nina…” Kafka said, turning his attention back to her. His voice softened but still firm. “The past is the past. I get that you were trying to trust him, but from now on…” His hand stilled on her head. His fingers gently brushed her hair. “…you’re not allowed to sign anything without reading it first. No, scratch that.” He paused. His tone grew more resolute. “You’re not allowed to sign anything without showing it to me first.”

“But, Kafka, I—” Nina blinked up at him. Her eyes widened with surprise.

“No buts.” He interrupted, his expression softening slightly but still resolute. “Some people might seem close to you, but they’re actually snakes in disguise, Nina and you wouldn’t even know when they strike because of how well they’ve hidden themselves.” He turned his head slightly. His gaze landed squarely on her husband, who visibly flinched under the weight of it.

The man looked utterly defeated. His earlier bravado was completely gone. His eyes darted nervously between Nina and Kafka. His gulped as if he was too afraid to speak.

Nina followed Kafka’s gaze. Her heart sank slightly at the sight of her husband’s cowering form. She had always known their relationship was distant, strained. But seeing him like this—so utterly spineless—made something inside her twist painfully.

Nina’s husband stood frozen in place. His mind raced with panic. ‘This brat.’ His thoughts swirled, laced with fear and frustration. ‘This damn brat just had to show up and ruin everything.’ His eyes darted to the stack of papers Kafka now held. ‘I was so close. Just one more week. I could’ve been out of this miserable place with enough cash to start fresh…Now it’s all slipping through my fingers because of him.’

He clenched his fists. His face twisted into a grimace, but he didn’t dare let his frustration show. But Kafka’s eyes had already seen too much. Even now, with his plan seemingly unraveling, the thought of challenging Kafka sent a shiver down his spine.

But then, to his utter shock, Kafka’s voice broke through the tense silence.

“Go ahead, Nina. Sign the papers.”

The man’s head snapped up. His eyes widened with disbelief. “What?!” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Kafka didn’t even glance at him. Instead, the young man’s gaze remained fixed on Nina. His expression was calm and unreadable.

Nina herself looked equally stunned. She stared at Kafka as if she hadn’t heard him correctly. “What. Kafka, why?” She asked, her voice filled with confusion. “You were so hesitant earlier. Why are you telling me to sign now?”

Kafka’s lips curled into a small smile, but his eyes were sharp. His gaze flickered briefly toward her husband before returning to her. “I’ve changed my mind.” He said simply. His tone was light but with an edge that made Nina hesitate. “Go ahead now…Sign the papers.”

Nina blinked, still unsure. But she still nodded slowly. Her hand reached for the pen. Her fingers brushed against the papers—but then, to Kafka’s surprise, she didn’t immediately sign.

Instead, she picked up the papers. Her brow furrowed as she began to carefully read through them.

Kafka’s eyes widened slightly. He was caught off guard by her sudden diligence.

‘Well, I didn’t see that coming.’ He thought. His lips twitched into a faint grin. For all his teasing and scolding earlier, it seemed she had taken his words to heart after all.

Then with a wry smile, Kafka leaned closer to her. He rested his chin on his hand as he spoke.

“Hey, why are you reading it so seriously. I told you to just sign it.”

Nina didn’t even glance up. Her lips twitched into a teasing smile. “Well, I’m just following what you said earlier, Kafka. You’re the one who told me not to trust anyone other then myself.”

Kafka chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, so now you’re taking my advice to heart. Huh.” His hand reached out. He lightly brushed against one of her long, pointed ears. His fingers played with the delicate tip. “What about me, then. Do you think I’m a snake that you have to be wary of as well?”

Without missing a beat, Nina finally looked up. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, “Oh, absolutely. You’re the baddest snake of them all, Kafka…If I let my guard down, you’d devour me whole and not leave so much as a bone behind.”

Kafka blinked in shock at her response. “Nina…” He exclaimed and then leaned back slightly as if her words had physically hit him. “After all we’ve been through, I can’t believe you’d say that.”

She giggled softly. Her earlier tension melted away as she watched him flounder for a response. “Well, it’s true.” She said, her tone teasing. “You’re dangerous, Kafka…So dangerous that even someone like me, who feared by everyone in this town has to be wary around you.”

“And here I thought we had trust, Nina. I’m wounded.” Kafka sighed dramatically as he shook his head.

Nina laughed again but didn’t reply. Her attention turned back to the papers in front of her.

But as she continued to read, her playful smile gradually faded. Her brows knitted together. She mumbled something like she was lost in a heap of words as she flipped to the next page. The further she went, the more her expression shifted into one of confusion.

Finally, after a minute, she let out a frustrated groan. She dropped the papers onto the counter and she threw her head back with a huff.