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

"So you're saying that the reason that you allowed me to have a feel of your tummy is because you treated it as giving me a reward for making you happy?" I asked, to which Nina nodded her head while rubbing her abdomen like she could still feel the warmth of my hands on them. Find exclusive stories on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

I then continued asking, "I see...Then, what exactly what is that I said to you that made you feel like I deserved to get something in return, Nina?"

"I-I don't know...It must have been because you complimented my figure, Kafka, that I don't really hear a lot of from others." Nina expressed a slight sense of embarrassment, acknowledging that she experienced a reaction to a child's praise for her body.

"Usually the aunties that come around always tell me that I need to eat more because I'm so thin, and I've been hearing those exact words ever since I was a child, so it was kind of nice seeing that there was someone else that appreciated the figure that I was proud of myself."

Nina looked at me with a peculiar gaze, like she was wondering if she should be grateful that someone finally strolled into her life who appreciated her for who she was or if she should be asking what type of fate she had for that very person to be a high schooler.

"Wait...Then does that mean you'll give me a lot more 'treats', if I were to praise your figure again?" I asked with an avid look in my eyes as I took a step forward, like I was ready to say a barrage of praise to go for another round of feeling her slender body up.

"If it is, then I already have a thousand things I have to say about your stellar figure that should surely be enough for you to give me a big enough reward that it leads us into your bedroom."

"Keep on dreaming, you little brat!"

Nina took a step forward with an annoyed look on her face, giving me a knock on the head to snap me out of my fantasies.

She then reprimanded me in a stern manner, saying,

"I already told you that giving too many cookies to a child will turn him spoiled and ungrateful...So don't you dare think that I'll keep on giving in to your lewd desires, that I'm pretty sure you have plenty about me in that perverted mind of yours whenever you make me a bit happy."

"Then what if I make you 'really' happy, Nina?...What if I make you so cheerful and delighted that you just want to jump on your bed and kick your feet in the air because of how ecstatic you are?" I asked as I rubbed my head, as even though Nina had really soft hands, her fists were nothing to joke about. "Would you let me indulge in one of my desires then?"

"That...I..." Nina's eyes wandered around in a hesitant manner as she didn't know what to say since, even though what I said made sense according to the conditions she herself set up earlier, she didn't want to directly agree since it felt like she was falling into a trap.

So in the end, she just crossed her hands over and concluded, saying, "I'll think about...If you truly do or say something that brings me over the moon, I'll think about returning the favour to you, Kafka, like the good older sister I'm trying to be."

I simply smiled when I heard Nina's words, which made her gulp and wonder if she had just dug herself a deeper ditch that she was already stuck in from the moment she decided to underestimate me.

Nina didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic that made her feel like she was getting played with like a fiddle without her even knowing what's going on any longer, so she brought up something else she had been wanting to ask me about for a while now.

"Whether you'll be getting a little service from me or not, we'll think about that later, Kafka...First, tell me why you compared me to a watermelon and called me fat." Nina asked with narrowed eyes that were staring right into my soul and a small frown on her face, like she was telling me to be careful with my answer unless I wanted to get kicked out.

"And also tell me the more confusing aspect of it, which is why you called me as round as a watermelon first, then praised me for my slender figure later."

"Is that some mind game that you play on girls to confuse them and reel them into your clutches?...Because if it is, then I'll say that it's really working since I have no idea what your play is at."

Nina looked at me with a wary gaze, like she had figured out that I was playing some mental manipulation on her, and she was honestly a little scared of me, knowing that she was the type of person who'd trust anything someone she liked said and fall blindly into their trap.

"Of course not, Nina...This whole thing is simply a misunderstanding and honestly a dilemma that you threw yourself into." I said with a deep sigh and picked up one of the two cans that I put on the table.

I then gestured to her to lend me her hand, which made her look at me with a suspicious gaze, thinking that this was also one of my tricks to make her fall for my schemes.

But seeing the sincere look I had in my eyes and also thinking that the polite manner in which I held out my hand seemed as if I were a prince escorting the queen of a country that he couldn't help but fall in love with, she held out her hands to me while shaking her head for having such a shameful imagination.

Hold~

When she felt my hand hold onto hers in a rather delicate manner, like I was holding onto a piece of fragile jade, she couldn't help but blush and feel embarrassed, even more so when I held onto her waists for some weird reason, even though this was much more tame in comparison.

But she still couldn't allow me to know how shy she felt right now, so she quickly calmed herself down and had a bored look on her face, like she was telling me to hurry up with whatever it was I was trying to do.

After holding onto her soft hand, I brought the can I was holding in my other hand towards her wrist until the surface of the can was right along her skin, which looked like stained glass that was tinted a light green colour. I then looked at Nina, who was feeling rather nervous from holding hands, even though she was already an adult, and said,

"Look, Nina. Look at the colour of your skin and the colour of this can of juice...Don't you think that they look similar?"

"Huh?...O-Oh yeah, they kind of do look the same."

Nina snapped out of her daze and answered, as she got a close look at the two and agreed that the can did match her skin tone.

A look of realisation then appeared on Nina's face, like she figured out what I was actually trying to say earlier, and she said to me in a hurry,

"Wait...Kafka...Does this mean that when you said that I look like this can, you meant the colour of the watermelon design and not the shape of the watermelon itself?"

"What else do you think, Nina?...Do you think that I'm some kind of idiot who'd call the girl he likes fat?...What use would that do to me other than make the girl in question hate me?" I asked with a wry smile on my face, even though I was guilty of calling my mom fat when I just met her.

"Right...That does make a lot more sense." Nina nodded her head like she had finally figured everything out, and she also had a look of relief in her eyes now that she knew that I wasn't trying to hurt her in any way earlier. She then looked at me with an apologetic look on her face and said, "Sorry about that, Kafka...Just like earlier, I've made another misconception about you."

"...It's just that I'm not used to people talking about my skin colour, as everyone considers it an awkward topic to bring up in front of variant humans, so I didn't even think that you were talking about my skin and thought you were comparing my figure to a watermelon instead."

Nina tightened her grip on my hand as she apologised, like she was really sorry for repeatedly doubting me for her own insecurities, and looked really regretful that she was treating someone who was constantly lifting her up in such an ungrateful way, promising in her heart to never do such a thing again.