God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 567

Chapter 567: It’s Not Like I Hate It…
Abigaille, still smug and pleased with herself, suddenly tilted her head, her expression turning curious.

“But…” she murmured, glancing between Camila and Nina.

The two of them, who had just started mentally preparing themselves to use this newfound information the next time Kafka slipped into one of his terrifying brooding moods, looked back at her in confusion.

“…But why would you wait until he looks scary again?” She asked, genuinely puzzled.

Nina furrowed her brows. “Huh?”

“…I mean. Why don’t we just kiss him together now?” Abigaille blinked innocently.

Nina and Camila both froze at the absurd statement they had just heard.

Nina’s face immediately began to burn, her mind stumbling over itself. “W-Wait. What do you mean by that?”

Abigaille’s lips curled into a small, coy smile. “Well…” She mused, pressing a finger to her cheek. “When I kissed him alone, he snapped out of it real quick.”

Her eyes gleamed as she turned toward them. “So, wouldn’t he come back even faster if all three of us kissed him at the same time?”

Nina’s entire body stiffened.

The intimate thought of kissing Kafka already made her heart race—his lips, his skin, the warmth of his breath—but to think of doing it with both Abigaille and Camila by her side as well…

Her mind immediately short-circuited.

Camila raised an eyebrow, looking only mildly surprised. “So you’re saying if we all gang up on him with kisses, he’ll come back even faster?”

Abigaille nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly!”

Nina opened her mouth, then closed it.

Then, after hesitating, she turned toward Abigaille, her cheeks still flushed.

“…But if we all do it at the same time.” She mumbled, her voice dropping. “Won’t it be inevitable that we, um…kiss the same spots each other already kissed?”

She swallowed. “That’s basically like…u-um…”

Her face burnt even hotter.

“…Like we’re…Kissing each other..”

Camila, who had been watching quietly up until this point, suddenly scoffed.

“Oh, please.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you dare complain over kisses with one another when Kafka here has made me do so many shared acts of intimacy with my own daughter.”

Both Nina and Abigaille immediately perked up.

Nina, still flustered, blinked rapidly and turned toward her. “Wait—what?”

Camila’s entire body stiffened just a little, as if realising she had just overspoken.

“…F-Forget I said anything.” She muttered, suddenly avoiding their gazes.

That, of course, was the wrong thing to say. Because now, Nina was too curious to let it go.

She stepped forward immediately, eyes glinting with mischievous interest.

“Oh no.” She grinned. “You can’t just leave me in suspense like that!”

Camila groaned. “Nina—”

“No, no, no, you said something weird, and now I need to know.”

Abigaille, also curious now, stepped closer, clasping her hands together. “Yes, Camila! What do you mean by that?”

Camila sighed heavily, realising she had just dug her own grave.

“…I walked right into this one, didn’t I?” She muttered.

Camila then let out a deep, suffering sigh, rubbing her temples like she was mentally preparing herself for what she was about to say.

Then, she glanced toward Kafka—still standing there, completely unaware of the absolute mess they were discussing behind his back.

She narrowed her eyes at him, as if blaming him for all of this.

“…Well, you two should already know by now.” She muttered, turning back to Nina and Abigaille. “…that as nice and easygoing as Kafka is…”

She crossed her arms, her voice dry.

“He has one major flaw.”

Nina and Abigaille both blinked, waiting.

Camila sighed again.

“His overflowing lust.”

Silence.

Nina’s face froze.

Abigaille tilted her head. “Huh?”

Camila groaned. “I mean his ridiculous horniness!”

Both Nina and Abigaille stiffened.

Camila rolled her eyes. “You two should know exactly what I’m talking about. The man literally cannot let us go without turning every single moment we’re alone into something…intimate.”

Another heavy silence.Then, slowly, both Nina’s and Abigaille’s faces turned red.

Nina opened her mouth like she wanted to deny it—but stopped herself.

Because…Because she knew it was true.

“…Well.” She muttered, clearing her throat awkwardly.

Abigaille, already flustered, clutched her hands together. “I-I mean…that’s just how he is, right?”

Camila raised an eyebrow. “So you agree?”

Abigaille hesitated. Then, very, very softly, she murmured,

“…He really can’t keep his hands off us, can he?”

Nina groaned, covering her burning face. “Ugh, don’t say it like that!”

Camila smirked. “Why not? It’s the truth.”

Nina groaned harder, but then, as if she couldn’t stop herself, her mind immediately started recounting all the times Kafka had taken advantage of their alone time.

Her face burnt.

“…Okay, but like. Every time we cook together.” She muttered, hiding behind her hands, her face flushed. “He always…comes up behind me, presses against my back, and just…starts playing with my breasts.” She peeked through her fingers, her voice a flustered whisper. “He’ll just…cup them or gently squeeze while I’m trying to chop vegetables or stir a sauce. He pretends he’s reaching for something, but he’s not. It’s so distracting! I can’t concentrate on anything when he’s doing that. He’ll whisper little things, like how soft they are, and I try to tell him to stop, but he just laughs and keeps doing it. I swear, I can’t get any cooking done!”

Camila rolled her eyes. “Classic.”

Abigaille’s face flushed deeper. “T-That happens to me too…”

Nina sighed. “And don’t get me started on whenever we’re reading together. I sit on the couch for two seconds and suddenly he’s in my lap, resting his head against my chest and just…sighing like he’s been deprived.”

Camila chuckled. “Oh yeah, he does that a lot.”

Abigaille fidgeted. “W-Well…My Kafi does that to me too, but…”

Camila and Nina both looked at her.

Abigaille’s voice dropped.

“…He doesn’t just stop at resting his head…”

Silence.

Camila’s and Nina’s eyes widened.

Nina stared. “Abi.”

Abigaille’s cheeks turned a fiery crimson. She hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the room, as if the walls themselves had ears. Finally, in a hushed, trembling voice, she confessed,

“I-I mean! Sometimes he just…he pulls up my top, just a little, and then…then he starts licking and sucking my navel.” Her breath hitched, her face burning. “He says it’s…it’s like honey or warm caramel. He says it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And then…then he just keeps going, his tongue swirling and teasing, his lips pressing against my skin. He murmurs things…things about how much he loves the taste of me, how he could just stay like that forever. And his hands…they wander, tracing the curve of my hip, the line of my waist, sometimes even slipping beneath my skirt. All while I’m trying to read! It’s so…intense. So distracting. I feel all…hot and flustered, and my heart races, and I can’t concentrate on a single word!”

She buried her face in her hands.

Camila snorted. “Oh, poor thing. Must be so hard.”

Nina huffed. “Okay, well, at least you’re usually indoors. The other day I was just leaning against a railing outside, enjoying the damn breeze, and this man—this man—just wrapped his arms around me from behind! He started kissing my shoulder, but that wasn’t even the worst part!”

She shuddered, her cheeks flushing.

“He put his hands…down my pants. Right there, while I could see a bunch of people passing by on the street! And he started groping me, squeezing my ass like it was some kind of…of ripe fruit!” Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper. “People were walking by! I could feel their eyes on us, and I was so embarrassed! I even had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I mean, it was completely inappropriate, and I was furious, but…the way he was grabbing me, and the things he was whispering in my ear…It was just…” She trailed off, a shiver running down her spine, while Abigaille let out a small squeak.

Camila shook her head. “Oh, that’s nothing. Try getting work done with him around.”

Nina turned to her. “What do you mean?”

Camila sighed. “I was trying to go through some paperwork the other day, and I swear to god, he just…stared at me for a while.”

She crossed her arms. “And when I asked him what his problem was, he just smiled and said, ‘You’re ignoring me, so I have no choice.'”

Nina’s eye twitched. “No choice to do what?”

Camila’s lips curled slightly. “To pin me against my desk and…well, let’s just say he seems intent on ensuring there’s a rather…damp mess underneath it.” She blushed, lowering her voice. “He…He fingered me. Right there, against the desk, while I’m supposed to be working. He pushed my skirt up, and…and he just…went at it. And then…well, there’s usually a bit of a clean-up afterwards.”

Abigaille let out a small, flustered whimper, while Nina felt hot just from hearing what happened.

Camila, completely unbothered, just sighed dramatically. “It’s constant. He never stops.”

Nina groaned. “He’s such a menace.”

Abigaille nodded rapidly. “A-A very loving menace…”

Camila chuckled. “Exactly.”

Nina hesitated, her voice softening as she shifted in her seat, her earlier embarrassment giving way to a shy confession. “Okay, fine…it’s not like I don’t love how he makes me feel.” She murmured, her fingers twisting nervously. “I mean…he’s so good at it, it’s almost unreal.”

Camila raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a faint, intrigued smile, while Abigaille’s cheeks flushed anew, her eyes darting to Nina with quiet curiosity.

Nina took a breath, her voice dropping as she continued. “Like…there was this one time we were just lying in bed, when I was showing my bedroom for the first time, and I thought we were going to sleep. But then he rolled over, pulled me against him, and started kissing my back-slow, deep kisses down my spine. And his hands…God, his hands slid down my thighs, teasing me so lightly I could barely breathe.”

Camila’s smile widened, her tone encouraging. “Go on.”

Nina swallowed, her face heating up. “He didn’t rush it. He just kept kissing, lower and lower, until he was…well, you know. And the way he used his mouth—his lips sucking just right, his tongue flicking in ways I didn’t even know I liked—it was like he was unravelling me piece by piece. I couldn’t stop shaking.”

Abigaille let out a small, flustered gasp, her hands clasping together tightly. “I-I know what you mean.” She whispered, her voice trembling with shy excitement. “There was this time…we were in the shower together, just washing up, and he suddenly pressed me against the tiles. The water was pouring over us, and he…he knelt down, lifted my leg over his shoulder, and started licking me there.”

“…It was so hot, and the way he looked up at me while he did it, like he was daring me to fall apart-I couldn’t even stand up straight after.”

Camila chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and memory. “Oh, he’s got a knack for that, doesn’t he? For me, it was this one afternoon in the living room. I was just stretching out on the rug, minding my own business, when he came over, straddled me, and pinned my hips down.”

“He didn’t say a word, just pulled my pants off and buried his face between my legs. The way he sucked, the way he growled against me like he couldn’t get enough it was so intense I saw stars.”

Nina’s jaw dropped slightly, and she let out a shaky laugh. “He’s…he’s ridiculous. I mean, there was another time we were out on a hike, just the two of us, and we stopped by this secluded spot. He pushed me against a tree, yanked my shorts down, and went at me like he’d been starving for it.”

“His tongue was everywhere, and his fingers—God, the way he curled them inside me while he licked, I was screaming his name before I even realized it.”

Abigaille’s face was now a deep crimson, but she nodded, her voice barely audible. “H-He did something like that to me too…in the garden once. I was picking flowers, and he just…came up behind me, spun me around, and lifted my skirt.”

“He went down on me right there in the dirt, his mouth so warm and relentless, and his hands holding me up so I wouldn’t collapse. I couldn’t even think—just felt everything.”

Camila leaned back, her expression a mix of smugness and awe. “And it’s not just his mouth, either. The way he fucks—it’s like he knows exactly how deep, how fast, how hard you need it.”

“…That time on the rug? After he was done with his tongue, he flipped me over, pulled my hips up, and took me so slow at first, letting me feel every inch, then pounded me until the room spun. He’s got this…this rhythm that makes you lose yourself.”

Abigaille bit her lip, her voice soft but earnest. “In the shower too, after he…you know…he stood up, pressed me harder against the wall, and slid into me. The water made everything slick, and he moved so perfectly, hitting every spot inside me until I was sobbing his name. He knows how to make you feel so…so wanted.”

Nina, however, remained unusually quiet. While Camila and Abigaille could readily recount their passionate encounters with Kafka, she found herself unable to contribute. A blush crept up her neck, and she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress. The truth was, she hadn’t yet experienced the full extent of Kafka’s intimacy.

She was still a virgin, and every time the moment approached, she would succumb to a wave of shyness, her courage faltering. She yearned for the experiences her companions described, but the fear of the unknown, the vulnerability of the act, always held her back. And all she could do stay silent and listen to both of their stories, while hoping that a time would come where she would get the guts to throw herself on Kafka and lose her innocence herself.

A collective sigh of contentment filled the room.

And for a moment, they simply basked in the shared memory, a soft smile playing on each of their lips.

It was a strange sort of camaraderie, a bond forged in shared experiences, a silent acknowledgment of the intense pleasure they had all received. They were like sisters, finally finding solace in each other’s company, understanding the unspoken language of shared joy and struggle.

It was a relief, a release, to finally voice these intimate moments, to find others who understood the intoxicating blend of vulnerability and power that came with his touch.

Then, a slow realization dawned. They looked at each other, their smiles faltering slightly. They were middle-aged women, recounting tales of a ger man’s passionate encounters, right here, younger in the middle of a lobby. The sheer brazenness of their conversation struck them, a wave of sheepishness washing over them.

Camila cleared her throat, a faint blush creeping up her neck. “Well…” She said, her voice a little shaky. “I suppose we’ve…shared quite a bit.”

Nina chuckled, a nervous edge to her laughter. “Yes, we certainly have. I…I don’t think I’ve ever been this…candid.”

Abigaille’s eyes widened, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson. “We’re…We’re being rather shameless, aren’t we?” She whispered, her voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

A moment of awkward silence followed, punctuated by nervous giggles. They glanced around, half-expecting someone to have overheard their explicit conversation. The lobby, however, remained blissfully unaware, the usual hum of conversation and activity continuing undisturbed.

Camila leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well…” She said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “If we’re going to be shameless, we might as well embrace it, right?”

Nina and Abigaille exchanged a look, a shared understanding passing between them. They couldn’t deny the thrill of their shared confessions, the release of finally speaking their truths.

A wave of laughter erupted from them, a mix of embarrassment and pure, unadulterated joy.

They had crossed a line, ventured into uncharted territory, and found a strange sort of freedom in their shared audacity.