God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Greed Leads To One’s Demise
“Kafka~” She whined. Her voice was laced with exasperation. “I don’t understand any of this…There are too many big, complicated words.”

Kafka burst out laughing. The sound was rich and warm as he leaned over to ruffle her hair. “This…” He said between chuckles. “This is exactly why I told you I’d read it myself. But you’re cute when you’re determined, though.”

Nina pouted. Her emerald eyes narrowed at him, but there was no real heat in her gaze. “It’s not funny.” She grumbled, though her cheeks flushed slightly at his teasing. “How am I supposed to figure out if there’s something wrong with the papers if I can’t even read them properly.”

“Relax.” Kafka said, still grinning as he handed her the pen. “Leave the reading to me, alright. You just focus on signing. I’ll make sure there aren’t any hidden potholes that you’ve missed out on.”

She hesitated for a moment. Her gaze flickered between the papers and the pen in her hand. Finally, she nodded. Her lips curled into a small, playful smile.

“Alright.” She said softly, taking the pen. But just as she was about to sign, she glanced up at Kafka with a cheeky glint in her eye as she asked him in a playful manner, “But Kakfa, even though you say all that, how can I be sure that you won’t be the one devouring me?”

Kafka smirked. He leaned in slightly. His voice dropped to a teasing murmur. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Nina, sincd the only devouring I’ll be doing..” He said, his tone dripping with mischief. “…is in bed.”

Her face turned a deep shade of red. She let out a strangled noise of protest as she hurriedly scribbled her signature on the paper.

Her husband on the other hand stood rigid. His fists clenched at his sides as he listened to Kafka and Nina’s exchange. His mind churned. He pieced together the obvious.

‘So, it’s true.’ He thought bitterly. ‘They have some kind of…relationship. This brat, sitting here with my wife, acting like he owns the place.’ His clenched his teeth until they felt like shattering, but he didn’t say anything.

The fear Kafka inspired in him was too overwhelming. And honestly, he didn’t care about Nina enough to confront them over this…Not when he was finally about to get what he came for.

His eyes darted to the document on the counter. His heart pounded in anticipation…The papers are signed. That’s all that matters.

Kafka, however, wasn’t in any rush. He picked up the signed papers with deliberate slowness. His expression was unreadable. Holding them firmly in his hand, he looked at the man with a solemn gaze. His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through him.

The man took a hesitant step forward. His hand reached out to snatch the papers away. But just as his fingers were about to touch them, Kafka’s voice cut through the air and made him stop in his place.

“Hold on.” Kafka said. His tone was low but carrying an unmistakable weight.

The man froze. His hand hovered mid-air as a chill ran down his spine.

Kafka’s lips then curled into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. “Let me make something clear.” He said, his voice was calm but laced with an underlying menace. “I honestly can’t be bothered with you…You’re not worth my time and I don’t want to waste another second thinking about you.”

The man’s face twitched. A mix of anger and fear flashed across his features, but Kafka didn’t stop.

“That being said.” Kafka’s smile faded. His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward. He held the papers just out of the man’s reach. “You’ve got a choice here.”

The man swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to hold Kafka’s gaze and failed miserably.

Kafka tilted his head slightly. His expression was unyielding as he stated, “You can leave this document here. Walk out that door. Go on with the rest of your life. I won’t stop you.”

There was a moment of silence. The air in the room was heavy with tension. Nina, sitting quietly by Kafka’s side, glanced nervously between the two men. Even she could feel the gravity of Kafka’s words. The way his presence seemed to dominate the room.

“But…” Kafka’s voice dropped lower. The faintest hint of a chuckle escaped his lips as he continued. “If you take this paper and do what I think you’re planning to do…” He let the words hang in the air for a moment.

The silence was almost deafening as he leaned back slightly. His grip on the papers was firm. He smiled—a dark, almost predatory smile.

“…Then don’t blame me for what happens next.”

The man’s breath stopped in place like there was no air to take in. His hand trembled slightly as it hovered near the papers.

He wanted to lash out. To demand the respect he thought he deserved. But the fear coursing through him was paralyzing. He could feel Kafka’s gaze boring into him. A silent promise of consequences he wasn’t brave enough to face.

“Your move.” Kafka said simply. His tone was almost casual as he held the papers steady. His eyes never left the man’s.

The man’s trembling fingers hovered over the papers for a moment longer. His fear was palpable.

But then something shifted. His gaze flicked up to Kafka.

For the first time since the confrontation began, a flicker of defiance crossed his face. He straightened his back slightly. His lips curled into a bitter scoff.

‘What am I so scared of?’ He thought. The realization dawned on him. ‘He’s just a kid. A brat playing tough. At the end of the day, what can he really do to me? I’ve got people behind me—real power…This little punk is nothing!’

With that newfound confidence, he reached out. He snatched the papers from Kafka’s hand and stuffed them into his pocket. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

His footsteps were heavy with false bravado. He didn’t look back. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the faint smirk tugging at Kafka’s lips.

Kafka watched him go. His expression was calm, almost amused. His fingers drummed lightly on the counter as the door swung shut behind the man. “Well.” He murmured to himself. “He just signed his own death wish.”

Nina, still seated beside him, had been quiet throughout the exchange. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. As the door clicked shut, she turned to Kafka. Her green eyes were filled with confusion.

“What…What was that all about?” She asked hesitantly as she still has no idea what was going on.

Kafka sat back on his chair. His posture was relaxed, though his eyes still carried a faint glint of something unreadable. “That…” He said with a faint smirk. “…was just an example of how greed can lead to the fall of man.”

“Greed? Fall of man?…Kafka, what are you talking about?” Nina blinked. Her brow furrowed as she tried to process his cryptic words.

Instead of answering, Kafka simply shrugged. His smirk widened slightly as he reached for a glass of water on the counter.

“Let’s just say he’ll learn soon enough.” He said. His tone was nonchalant, as though he hadn’t just delivered a veiled warning.