God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 344: Who’s Little Girl Are You?
"No, Nina, my mother never taught me anything regarding picking up ladies and only told me to be respectable and kind to them at all times."
Nina nodded her head like she agreed with whatever Kafka's mother said, as the men that roamed the streets these days had no clue what basic respect for a woman was, and she was glad that there were some kids out there like Kafka who listened to their mother's words instead of simply ignoring them.
Kafka then continued asking with a curious look on his face as he stroked Nina's jade-like back, which now had a bra strap obstructing the path of his hand,
"...But speaking of mothers, Nina, is it really true that you look just like your mother? Like you have the same face and everything?"
"Yep, even when I was a kid, everyone that came to Hotspring would tell me that I looked just like my mother...And it got even more hilarious after I grew up since whenever we went out, everyone thought that we were a pair of sisters, which would make my mother so happy when people thought she was so young." Nina said with a proud glimmer in her eyes, as if she were more than elated to be compared to her mother, who was her idol in her eyes and the one she picked up most of her habits from.
She then looked at Kafka with her long ears all perked up and said, "And you know, Kafka...If my mother were still around, you'd think that both of us were twins that were the same age since I look like an exact copy of what she used to look like after growing up to my current age."
"...You would barely be able to tell the difference, other than the fact that my mother had a much more mature gaze in her eyes."
Nina remembered her mother's warm gaze and felt a melancholy feeling in her heart, knowing that she wouldn't be able to see those tender eyes, which used to put her to sleep for so many years any more.
"I see, Nina...If your mother looked just like you, then your father was probably a very, very lucky man to have snagged her."
Kafka said as he slid a strand of Nina's glossy hair that gave off a verdant shine that fell down behind her ears, completely revealing her absolutely ravishing visage that would even make the birds sing at night if she were to go out to admire the beauty of the moon.
"W-Why is that, Kafka?...Why do you think my father is a lucky man to be able to marry my mother?" Nina asked with a little blush forming on her cheeks, even though she already knew what Kafka was going to say in response.
"Because any man out there would think that marrying a woman who looks as beautiful as you are, Nina, would be the greatest fortune of their lives. And the fact that he would be able to wake up to see that very face every morning...I simply can't think of anything better than that." Kafka said with a gentle look in his eyes as he caressed Nina's cheeks, which were starting to warm up like hot buns.
"B-But my mother is already up in heaven with my father, Kakfa...So I guess your dream to marry such a beautiful woman will forever be a dream." Nina coyly said as she rubbed her hands together out of nervousness about where the conversation was going.
"Why do my dreams have to die off, Nina?...Why do they have to be a fantasy when your lovely mother left a gift on this world before she went?" Kafka slowly asked, like he already had a solution to that very problem.
He then looked at Nina, who was looking up at him with shimmering eyes and trembling lips, and said as he gently pulled on her puffy cheeks, "...Why do I have to regret when she left behind a beautiful gift called Nina, who's the loveable little girl sitting before me?"
"With you by my side, I'm going to live a happy life just like your father did and maybe even a happier one, which I'm pretty sure your father wouldn't be upset about me saying since I'd make sure that his baby girl is just as happy as me." Kafka uttered as he admired Nina's pretty face and thought that Nina's father probably lived a very gratified life, knowing that he had such a lovely wife and lively daughter.
"Oh you, Kafka~ My father would probably barge out of heaven if he were to find out I was getting together with a kid like you, and he would probably chase you around for having the gall to go after a woman like me who's twice your age."
Rub~ Rub~ Rub~
Nina denied Kafka's claim as she nudged her head into Kafka's chest and shimmied it around like a cat that was trying to get its owners attention by rubbing its head on them, which looked rather cute.
Kiss~
Kafka also responded to his cat's call for love and gave her a kiss on the bundle of hair Nina had tied on top of her head, which made her let out a satisfied smile while snuggling in his embrace.
"I really doubt that would happen, Nina, since I'm pretty sure he would be fine with anyone as your partner as long as he's able to provide you with a long and happy life." Kafka said as his hands slowly moved across her back and fell on top of her bra hook, which was keeping her green breasts from falling out.
He then continued saying, with his lips curled up and a devious look in his eyes, "...But I do think that he would be absolutely pissed if a boy who her daughter just met today were to unstrap her bra and have a look at her naked breasts that are out in the open."
Nina obviously felt Kakfa tinkering with the bra hook behind her and knew what he was about to do. Her chest rose and fell as her breath hastened, but she didn't do anything in response and simply let Kafka finish what he was trying to say.
"So, what do you say, Nina?...Do you want to show your father just how much of a naughty girl you actually are and show me your tits?" Kafka bent down and whispered into her long ears, which twitched when they heard Kafka's mesmerising voice so up close. "...Or do you want to be the good girl he thinks you are and don't want me to take off your bra with a flick of my hand?"
"To sum it up, do you want to be his little girl right now or be my little girl right now, Nina?...Tell me. Who's do you want to be?"
Kafka said his final words and ended it with a kiss on the tender inner flesh of her ears that sent shivers through Nina's half-naked body.
"Y-Yours, Kafka...I want to be your l-little girl right now." Nina went with the mood and admitted to being Kafka's little girl with limpid eyes that were full of affection and love.
She then pushed herself and looked straight into Kafka's eyes to show how confident she was with her decision and said, in a rather enticing tone, "Treat me as your property tonight, Kafka~...I'm pretty sure my father wouldn't mind his princess being a bad girl every once in a while~"
Kafka was a rather well-composed person who managed to keep his cool even in the worst of situations. But right now, even he was struggling to hold himself after seeing how Nina was looking at him with her tempting gaze.
He had to use all the will he had left in his body to stop himself from pushing Nina down and doing unspeakable things to her. Continue your journey on novelbuddy.com
"T-Then do me a favour, Nina...Back up a little so that I can see my little girl's breasts drop down in front of me." Kafka said after painfully managing to keep his cool and tried to push Nina, who was hugging him a little back, so that he could witness the sight of the two boulders falling down the valley.
Nina was reluctant at first since she was a little too into hugging him and taking in his comforting smell. But she quickly realised that she had proclaimed herself as his right now, and because she was still caught up in the alluring mood that Kafka put her up in, she deeply believed that she was his property for the moment.
And since he compared himself to her father and because she was his for the night, she couldn't help but think that she had to obey everything he said, since she had always listened to what her father told her without asking anything back, even though she wasn't actually picturing Kafka as her father but as an older brother who she never had before. freёwebnoѵel.com
So, to be a good little sister in Kafka's eyes like she wished to be, as there was no way that she could look at Kafka like a little brother anymore with how dominant and assertive he was over her, she decided to do whatever her big brother, who always doted on her, said.
She pushed herself away from Kafka like he wanted her to, and under his dark but clear eyes, which she couldn't help but want to kiss because of how magnetic they looked, she streched her hands around to her back, and with a cheeky little smile on her face, she unstrapped her bra and let the only fabric that was holding onto her breasts loose...
