God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 503

Chapter 503: The Future She Desires
Nina’s confusion deepened, but before she could press him further, another thought struck her. It sent a wave of panic through her chest. Her eyes widened as she turned to him. Her voice was a hushed whisper.

“Kafka!…My husband definitely knows about us now!”

Kafka raised an eyebrow. The smirk never left his face. “Oh? And?”

“And?” Nina repeated. Her voice rose slightly in alarm. “Kafka, he’s my husband. What if he does something? What if he tells someone? What are we supposed to do?!”

Kafka leaned back in his chair. He let out a casual sigh as if nothing in the world could trouble him. “Nina..” He finally said lightly. “You’re overthinking this…Your husband isn’t going to say a word.”

Nina frowned, still uneasy. “How can you be so sure, Kafka? He’s my husband—well, technically—and if he’s upset, he might do something.”

“I just know, alright. Let’s say I have a gut feeling about these things.” Kafka waved off her concern with a nonchalant gesture while thinking that she really didn’t need to worry since corpses don’t talk.

Something about his tone was so calm, so unbothered, that it made Nina pause. Her nerves slowly began to settle as she looked at him. Kafka had a way of exuding confidence that was infectious, even in situations like this.

“Well.” She murmured, her voice was hesitant. “I hope you’re right.”

“I usually am.” Kafka said. His lips twitched into a small smirk as his hand slid over her shoulder, pulling her just a little closer. He tilted his head. He then studied her with a playful glint in his eye as he said, “Now, let’s change the subject, Nina. I’ve got a question for you.”

Nina blinked. She was caught off guard by his sudden shift in tone. “A question?”

“Yeah, a hypothetical one.” Kafka’s smirk deepened as he leaned closer. “Let’s say, hypothetically, the only way you could stay with me was if you had to give up the hot spring…Would you do it?”

Nina’s mouth opened slightly in surprise. Her eyes searched his for any hint of what he was getting at.

She knew how much he liked to tease. But there was a weight to his question that made her pause.

The hot spring wasn’t just a business to her—it was her parents’ legacy, a piece of her family’s history, and something she had fought to keep alive for years.

She expected herself to hesitate, to weigh the question carefully. But to her surprise, the answer came almost instantly.

“If I had no other choice.” She said softly. Her voice was steady. “Then I would.”

Kafka blinked. He clearly didn’t expect her to answer so quickly—or so honestly.

“You would?” He asked. His voice was quieter, almost disbelieving. “But…isn’t this place your mother’s legacy? Your family’s inheritance? The thing you’ve been fighting so hard to protect all this time?”

Nina smiled softly. Her gaze lowered for a moment as she seemed to gather her thoughts.

“It is, Kafka.” She admitted. Her voice was steady but gentle. “It’s the last gift my mother gave me, the one thing she left behind to remind me of her love and everything she worked so hard for. And because of that, it’s incredibly important to me…It’s my responsibility as her daughter to take care of it.”

Kafka’s eyes softened as he watched her speak. Her words carried a sincerity that tugged at his heart.

“But…” Nina continued. Her voice grew quieter but no less firm. She looked up at him, her green eyes shimmered with emotion as she continued saying, “More than this place, my mother cared about one thing more than anything else—my happiness.”

Her lips curled into a small, almost wistful smile.

“She used to tell me all the time that no matter what, she just wanted me to live a happy life. To find someone who loved me, who cherished me, and who made me feel like I was the most important person in the world…She wanted me to have a life full of love and joy, not one spent clinging to a piece of property, even if it meant the world to her.”

Kafka swallowed hard. His throat tightened as her words sank in.

“So…” Nina said. Her smile grew brighter, almost radiant. “If I had to choose between the place my mother left me and the man who makes me feel like the happiest woman alive—who makes me feel loved and cared for in a way I never thought possible—I would choose you…Every single time without a hint of hesitation.”

Her words hit Kafka like a tidal wave. They crashed over him with a force he hadn’t expected.

He stared at her. His chest tightened as a swirl of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Her smile, so full of warmth and conviction, was almost too much to bear.

It wasn’t just her words. Though those alone were enough to make his heart ache…It was the way she looked at him. Like he was the center of her world.

Like there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

Kafka reached up, almost instinctively. He cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushed lightly against her soft skin. “Nina…” He murmured, his voice was thick with emotion. “Y-You…You really mean that?”

She leaned into his touch. Her smile never wavered.

“Of course I do.” She said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Kafka, you’ve done so much for me. More than I ever thought anyone would…So, how could I not do something so simple for you in return?”

For a moment, Kafka couldn’t speak. He could feel the sting of tears threatening to well up in his eyes. He blinked rapidly, refusing to let them fall.

He was never one to get sentimental. But this…this was different. He had never felt so utterly and completely loved in his previous life.

“Y-You’re…Amazing, you know that.” He finally managed. His voice was soft and trembling slightly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Nina chuckled. The sound was light and melodic as she reached up to cover his hand with hers.

“You just have to keep being you, Kafka.” She said warmly. “That’s all I need.”

Kafka let out a shaky laugh. His usual smirk returned, though it was softer. It was tinged with an almost vulnerable kind of joy.

“You really are something else. Nina.” He said, as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She closed her eyes. Her smile widened as she leaned into him. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She whispered.

For a long moment, they stayed like that. They were wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. The weight of the world was forgotten. And in that moment, Kafka realized just how deeply he loved her—and how far he was willing to go to protect the woman who had given him her heart so completely.

Kafka then pulled her into a warm hug. His arms wrapped securely around her as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “You know…” He murmured against her skin, his voice was low and affectionate. “There’s no way we can let go of this property in the future…It’s absolutely necessary to us.”

Nina tilted her head slightly. She still leaned into his embrace. Her brows furrowed in mild confusion. “Necessary?” She asked. Her voice was muffled as she was buried in his chest. “Why is that?”

Kafka didn’t answer right away. Instead. He pulled back just enough to plant a series of light kisses along her cheek. The gesture was so tender it made her heart flutter.

Then, he leaned closer and he whispered into her ear, his tone was teasing yet filled with warmth.

“Because with all the children we’re going to have in the future, we’re going to need a rather big house to accommodate them all. So this hotspring of yours seems like the perfect spot.”

Nina froze. Her entire face turned a deep shade of red. Her pointed ears twitched slightly as his words sank in.

“K-Kafka.” She stammered. Her voice pitched higher than she intended. “What…W-What are you even saying.”

Kafka chuckled, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.

“What? Am I wrong.” He teased. His grin widened as he nuzzled against her neck. “Think about it. Nina. This place has so much space. It’s already filled with so many wonderful memories…Can’t you just picture it. Us running the counter together while a bunch of little ones run around, causing chaos and keeping us on our toes.”

Nina’s mind betrayed her. The image he painted came to life in her thoughts. She could see it so vividly.

Kafka leaned over the counter, laughing as their children played tag through the lobby. The thought made her heart skip a beat. A warmth bloomed in her chest that she couldn’t ignore.

“I…I can’t believe you’re thinking about that already.” She mumbled. Her voice was soft as she tried to hide her embarrassment. “You’re shameless.”

“Shameless, huh.” Kafka smirked. His hands moved to gently cradle her face. “Well, if I’m going to be shameless, I might as well make it count.”

And before she could respond, he tilted her chin and to her shock he covered her lips with his own.

“Nnnn!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Hnnnn!♡~ Kiss!♡~”

The kiss was deep, slow, consuming. It left no room for protest or doubt. Nina’s initial surprise melted away and she found herself leaning into him.

Her hands clutched at his shirt as the world around them faded and her thoughts wandered, despite herself back to the vision he’d described.

The idea of working side by side with Kafka. Their laughter mixing with the sound of children’s footsteps and playful giggles. It didn’t seem so far-fetched…In fact, it didn’t seem bad at all.

She couldn’t deny it. She didn’t try to. Instead, she let herself lean into him again.

Her heart was full and her mind raced with possibilities because despite his teasing and her embarrassment there was one truth she couldn’t ignore.

…Kafka was the future she wanted more then anything else in the world and there was nothing that could deny it.

Ding~

[Request Completed: You have earned the God of Flames Ophelia’s appreciation and satisfaction]