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

"Say Nina, your forehead is already quite warm and flushed with the amount of kisses I've placed on it." Kafka uttered with a sly smile on his face as he pulled his lips away from her face, which he couldn't help but not stop at one kiss with how beautiful she looked. He then added, "But what about your lips?"

"...Don't you think that they need some love as well?"

Kafka playfully asked, as played with Nina's lower lip, that he was struggling to hold back from kissing because of how plump and juicy it looked.

Nina, who was happily enjoying Kafka's gentle kisses, hoping that this shower of love from him would never end, was suddenly interrupted by Kafka's shocking suggestion, asking for something that she had been denying him this whole while.

Nina didn't have any need to feel flustered at all and could just refuse him like she always did.

But unfortunately for her, it wasn't as simple and easy to reject him like she always did, as after everything they had been through and hearing all the vows Kafka said to her, which proved just how much he loved her, she was really struggling to outright reject Kafka.

It would've been so much easier before Kafka had brought up carrying his children and loving her no matter how cursed she may become. But after all that nonsense that would most definitely make a girl's heart swoon, no matter how cold or stubborn it may be, she really found it hard to reject Kafka's lips, which she couldn't help but wonder just how they would feel against her own.

But just as she was about to make a decision and a positive one at that, seeing as to how she couldn't keep her eyes on Kafka's lips the whole while, sounds of footsteps approaching were heard from the bath area.

Step~ Step~ Step~

Nina almost jumped out of Kafka's lap and stuck onto the ceiling above like a cat because of how shocked and petrified she was when she heard the sound of a bunch of people coming towards them.

She honestly forgot that there would be people flooding out of the baths at any moment since she was caught up in being spoilt by Kafka, and she started panicking, thinking she was going to be labelled as the 'town pervert' after witnessing the sight of her embracing Kakfa while being completely naked in her own lobby.

But that feeling of anxiety and extreme worry only lasted a second, as after she glanced at Kafka to ask him what they were going to do about this dire situation, she found him clicking his tongue like the people approaching were simply a little inconvenience that stopped him from getting the kiss he wanted, and not anything major at all.

Seeing Kafka all calm was more than enough for Nina to relax herself and not act out in a panic like she normally would've done. That was because, for some reason, she felt that even if the world started shaking all of a sudden, she would feel safe no matter what, as long as she knew Kafka was around.

"It seems like we'll have to end our night here, Nina, seeing as to how your aunties are on the way here." Kafka said in a rather causal manner as he glanced at the entrance of the baths and heard the ladies talking with one another.

He then gave Nina's clothes that he had already kept ready by the side to her and said, "Quickly, go behind the sofa and get dressed...I'll distract them until you come out."

"B-But Kafka...What about the smell?"

Nina hesitantly asked as she held onto her damp clothes and got up from his lap with a bashful look on her face, feeling ashamed of the slightly acidic smell that was wafting through the air and especially on her body, because of the mess she made on her upper half with her golden liquid.

"I'll handle that as well, so get dressed as fast as you can unless your aunties to see you strapping on your bra while your crotch is still exposed."

Kafka teased Nina by tickling her little pussy, which made her jump, and then got up as well and made his way to the approaching ladies to distract them until Nina got ready.

Nina did as Kafka said and went behind the sofa, while wondering what she was going to do about all the yellow liquid that was on her body and also on Kafka's clothes as well, now that he had given her a hug and shared her stains just like he said he would.

"Ladies!~ How was your bath?~ Did you enjoy it?~"

Kafka enthusiastically walked up to the ladies who started walking out of the changing room with bathrobes on and damp hair, like they just came out after a long shower. He then added, saying,

"I honestly don't even feel like I have to ask if you had a good time or not, seeing as at how all your skins are glowing like you just bathed in a tub full of milk."

"Oh, you, Kafka!~ You just can't stop teasing us old ladies, can you?~"

Mrs Keller spoke up for everyone with a bright smile on her face and waved her hands to stop with the needless words she was receiving in a bashful manner.

"No, you really have to believe me, Mrs Keller...I almost thought that water inside the hotspring is the elixir of life or something, because of how young you all look right now."

Kafka said it in an exaggerated manner, which made the eyes of all the ladies around him glow and made them look at their own hands to see if it's true.

"I guess we have to thank our Nina's hotspring for that!~"

Mrs Keller said, which made all the ladies nod their heads in unison and decide on coming here much more often.

Kafka gave a friendly smile to them in response, while he silently observed the older men who were also leaving the bath.

He was fine with the ladies coming over here since they were all closely related to Nina. But he wanted none of those geezers coming over to this side of the lobby since Nina was still changing unless they wanted to be sent flying off with a kick.

Luckily, the moment they saw Kafka, they didn't dare to come over and hastened their pace as they walked out of the hotspring. This wasn't because Kafka was looking at them with a scary face or anything, but because of the natural deterence he had towards men ever since he was a child.

He didn't exactly why, but for some reason men in general were either afraid of him, hated him, looked down on him, were jealous of him, and showed a variety of negative emotions to him depending on the type of person they were.

As long as they had dick hanging in their pants, Kafka seemed to ward them off for some reason, which brought him a lot of problems in the past.

Kafka guessed that it had something to do with being born as a mortal god or because he was the Incarnation of Lust that he thought was the reason men hated him, while women, on the other hand, loved his presence.

He also wondered if Evangeline could clear this doubt of his later on.

"Oh, speaking of Nina, where is she, by the way?...I don't see her around here...Is she behind the counter or by her office perhaps?"

Mrs Keller asked as she looked around for Nina, who was basically the daughter of every lady here since they had all seen her growing up and also because of Nina's late mother's request to watch over her after she's gone.

"She'd usually be waiting right outside and be dragging us to have a bottle of Safra juice with her, so it's really strange to not hear her greeting us for once."

Kafka was about to say that Nina was in the bathroom to buy her some more time. But before he could, he heard a cheerful voice come right behind him.

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"I'm right here, Auntie~...Where do you think I'm possibly going to go, that you're even asking a kid like Kafka for my whereabouts?"