God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 577 : Six Mountains In The Horizon

Kafka coughed lightly, composing himself as he straightened up, his voice taking on a casual, almost teasing edge. "Well, if you're all that eager to find out about the future, I can help you figure it out tonight—right here, right now."

Their excitement spiked, their eyes lighting up as they leaned in closer. Nina practically bounced on her toes, her voice bubbling with anticipation. "Really? Tonight? Oh, tell us what we need to do what's the first step?"

But to her surprise, Kafka's gaze dropped deliberately to her chest, lingering there for a moment before he met her eyes again, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, to start off..." He said, his tone matter—of—fact but laced with a hint of mischief. "...you'll need to take off your clothes and stand with your bare breasts out in front of me."

Nina froze, not expecting to hear such a shameless request, her enthusiasm screeching to a halt as her cheeks flared a vivid red.

"W-What?!" She stammered, her hands flying up to cover her chest instinctively as she stared at him, flustered. "Bare...right here? You're serious?"

Kafka chuckled, the sound low and warm as he tilted his head at her. "Why are you so surprised, Nina? I just told you I'd need to get hands-on with your breasts to check. Did you think I'd do it through your shirt or something?"

Nina's flush deepened, her eyes darting around as she sputtered. "I know that! I just...I didn't really think about what that meant until you said it out loud! It caught me off guard, okay?!" She glanced around the lobby of the hot spring, her voice dropping to a nervous murmur. "And...here? Really? Can't we go somewhere else? Somewhere more private?"

Camila, who'd been watching the exchange with growing amusement, stepped in with a decisive shake of her head. "Oh, come on, Nina." She said, her tone firm and impatient. "I want to know my fate as soon as possible—I don't care if it's right here in the lobby. What's the big deal? It's not like there's a crowd watching."

Abigaille nodded in agreement, her earlier hesitation fading as she smiled reassuringly at Nina. "She's right—I can't wait either. I'd rather find out now than sit around wondering. And is there really anything wrong with doing it here? There's no one else around—it's just us."

Nina bit her lip, her gaze sweeping the empty lobby before she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"Well...It's not completely empty." She admitted, her voice quieter now. "There are some of the girls Kafka brought in to help around the hot spring—they're sleeping upstairs. But...They shouldn't be an issue."

"...They hardly ever come down after work—l barely see them once their shifts are done. They're like shadows, honestly."

Kafka cast a quick, knowing glance upward, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as he nodded to himself. 'Good girls', He thought, pleased that his discreet helpers were keeping to their roles perfectly, staying out of sight and letting his plan unfold without interference.

He then turned back to Nina, his expression softening. "See? Nothing to worry about then."

Nina fidgeted, her hands twisting together as she glanced at the others, her voice still laced with nerves. "I know, I know it's just...This place was so crowded earlier, and now we're doing this here? It makes me nervous, okay? It feels...exposed."

Kafka opened his mouth, a teasing remark on the tip of his tongue—something about how she hadn't been shy when they'd done far worse in this very lobby—but before he could get it out, Camila cut in with a loud scoff, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Oh, for God's sake, Nina, you're being so petty with this." She said, her tone dripping with exasperation. "Why are you acting like some little girl over this? You're basically a granny already—grow up and stop fussing!"

Nina's eyes widened, her mouth opening to fire back a protest, but before she could get a word out, Camila moved with surprising speed. In one fluid motion, she lunged forward, grabbing the hem of Nina's top and yanking it upward.

"Hey—what are you?!" Nina yelped, flailing as she tried to pull away, her voice rising in panic. "Camila, stop it—what are you doing?!"

Camila grinned wickedly, undeterred as she wrestled with Nina's squirming. "If you're too hesitant to do it yourself, I'll just take it off for you—problem solved! Abi, help me out here!"

Abigaille blinked, caught off guard, but then giggled softly and stepped forward, her hands joining Camila's.

"Oh—um, alright!" She said, her voice a mix of playful and determination as she grabbed Nina's arms, holding her steady. "Sorry, Nina, but we're doing this!"

"No-wait-stop—!" Nina protested, her struggles half-hearted as the two women overpowered her, tugging her top up and over her head in a flurry of motion.

And with one final yank, Camila unhooked Nina's bra and tossed it aside, the fabric landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Nina stumbled back, her arms flying up to cover herself, but it was too late—her verdant green, slender athletic body was fully exposed, her skin a smooth jade that gleamed faintly in the dim light of the lobby.

Her breasts, the size of ripe cantaloupes, stood out—perfectly shaped, firm and perky, with bright purple nipples and areolas that contrasted vividly against her pale green complexion.

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Her slim waist curved gracefully accentuating the athletic lines of her frame, but her flustered expression stole the show—cheeks blazing red, eyes wide with embarrassment as she stood there, bare and vulnerable.

Camila stepped back, crossing her arms with a triumphant smirk. "There—done. No more stalling. Look at you gorgeous as hell. Now can we get on with this?"

Abigaille clapped her hands together, her smile bright and encouraging. "Oh, Nina, you're so pretty! There's nothing to be shy about—let's just do this together, okay?"

Nina's arms hovered uncertainly, her voice a flustered whine as she glanced between them. "You two!—I can't believe you just...stripped me like that! This is so embarrassing!"

Kafka watched the scene unfold, a faint chuckle escaping him as he shook his head, his plan clicking into place with every passing second.

"Well..." He said, his voice low and teasing. "Looks like we're off to a good start."

Camila grinned at Nina's flustered state, her earlier triumph still gleaming in her eyes as she stepped back, brushing her hands together like she'd just finished a job well done.

"Alright..." She said, her voice brimming with confidence as she reached for the hem of her own top. "My turn next. Let's keep this moving—I'm not about to let Nina steal the spotlight."

And then with a smooth, deliberate motion, she peeled her top upward and off, letting it drop to the floor in a careless heap. Her bra followed suit, unhooked with a flick of her fingers and tossed aside, revealing her large, plump, and irresistibly soft pale white breasts in all their glory.

They spilled free, full and heavy, swaying slightly with her movement, their creamy expanse glowing faintly in the warm light of the lobby. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, a canvas of porcelain perfection that seemed to invite touch.

Her nipples stood out, a delicate pink against the snowy white of her flesh—small, pert, and glistening like tiny rosebuds begging for attention. The gentle curve of her breasts dipped into a lush cleavage, their weight giving them a natural, sensual droop that only amplified their allure, soft and pliant, promising endless indulgence.

Nina's eyes widened, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as she stared at Camila's unveiled form, her voice softening with awe.

"Wow...It's been a while since I've seen you naked, Camila, but damn—those breasts are still flawless." She tilted her head, her gaze lingering as she took them in, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "They're like...snow bunnies, all soft and round and perfect."

"...And those nipples—God, they're basically pink diamonds, so pretty and shiny. How do you even keep them looking like that? It's unreal."

Camila's cheeks flushed a faint pink at the blatant praise, a rare crack in her usual bravado as she glanced down at her own chest, then back at Nina with a sheepish smirk.

"Oh, stop it—you're gonna make me blush." She said, her tone playful but tinged with genuine flattery. She let her eyes roam over Nina's body in return, her smirk softening into something closer to admiration. "But honestly, I'm the one in awe here. Look at you—how the hell do you keep that slender figure at our age? I mean, your waist is so tiny I can barely spot an ounce of extra fat."

"...Hell, I can even see a faint six—pack peeking through—talk about discipline!"

She stepped closer, her gaze drifting upward to Nina's torpedo shaped breasts, still bare and proud against her verdant green frame.

"And these..." She added, nodding at them with a teasing grin. "It's like all the fat in your body decided to skip the rest of you and just pile into your tits. They're so big compared to that slim little waist of yours—perfectly shaped too, like they're defying gravity. You're a walking contradiction, Nina, and it's honestly kind of hot."

Nina's blush deepened, her hands hovering awkwardly as she laughed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and pride.

"Oh, come on—don't make it sound like that! I don't even try that hard—it's just work out a little, I guess. But yeah, they do kind of stand out, don't they?" She glanced down at her own chest, then back at Camila, her smile turning shy. "Still, yours are something else. All that softness—it's like they're begging to be touched. I'd kill for that kind of plushness."

"Plop!♡~"

And just as they were lost in their mutual admiration, trading compliments and stealing glances at each other's bodies, a sudden, fleshy thwack echoed through the lobby, startling them both.

Their heads whipped around, eyes widening in unison as they caught sight of the source.

Abigaille, standing there with a sheepish smile, her bra discarded and her humongous, watermelon—sized breasts now free, bouncing wildly with every slight movement. The sound had been their sheer mass colliding against each other as they dropped, unrestrained and glorious.

They were absolutely massive, dwarfing both Camila's and Nina's in size and presence, their light coffee—colored skin shimmering with a warm, velvety glow.

Each breast was a marvel of softness, their weight pulling them downward just enough to emphasize their natural heft, yet they retained a remarkable fullness that seemed almost impossible for their scale.

Her nipples, a deep, rich purple, stood out starkly against the creamy brown of her flesh—large and prominent, they crowned her mounds like dark jewels, glistening faintly as if kissed by dew.

The rest of her body matched their lushness, her curves generous and inviting, her skin smooth and supple, radiating a quiet, maternal sensuality that left Camila and Nina staring in stunned awe.

After a second, Abigaille finally noticed their stares, her hands twitching as a wave of self—consciousness washed over her.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest—or tried to, though her enormous breasts made it a futile effort.

"W-Why are you both looking at me like that?!" She stammered, her voice a flustered squeak as she shifted uncomfortably. "It's...It's making me nervous! Stop staring so much!"

Camila snapped out of her trance first, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she stepped closer, her tone dripping with exaggerated admiration.

"Oh, Abi, how can we not stare? You're the real show-stealer here. Those breasts are insane! I mean, look at them—they're so big I bet I could fit my whole head between them and still have room to wiggle around!"

Nina burst into laughter, nodding eagerly as she joined in, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

"She's right! They're like...giant pillows of softness. I could probably use one as a bed and sleep like a baby—no, wait, I'd probably get lost in there and never come out! How do you even handle all that, Abi? It's unreal!"

Abigaille's flush deepened, her hands flailing as she tried to deflect their teasing. "Oh, stop it, you two! They're not that big—it's not like I asked for them to be this way! You're making it sound ridiculous!"

Camila smirked, closing the distance like a predator sizing up its prey, her voice dropping into a lewd drawl.

"Ridiculous? Nah, babe, it's a gift—a damn miracle. Tell me, Abi, can I get a feel? Just a little squeeze? Come on, don't be stingy—I need to know if they're as soft as they look!"

Nina giggled, following Camila's lead as she circled around Abigaille, her tone turning equally perverse and exaggerated.

"Yeah, seriously—let us cop a feel! Are they heavy? Bet they are. Do they bounce when you walk, or do they just...jiggle all sexy-like? Spill the details, woman—we're dying over here!"

Abigaille squealed, her arms flopping uselessly as she tried to fend them off, her voice rising in a pitiful, flustered protest.

"W—What are you two doing?! Stop acting like a couple of perverts—this isn't funny! I'm not some...some toy for you to play with! Kafi, help me!"

But Camila and Nina were relentless, their laughter filling the lobby as they pressed closer, their hands hovering teasingly near her chest.

"Oh, come on, Abi." Camila cooed, her grin wicked. "Just one little touch—think of it as research! I mean, these things are practically begging to be appreciated. Do they feel like velvet? Or maybe silk? I've gotta know!"

Nina nodded, her eyes wide with mock seriousness as she leaned in.

"Yeah, and how do you even sleep with those? On your back? Your side? Do they just...flop everywhere? God, I'd pay to see you run—bet it's a sight! Let me feel 'em—just a quick grab, pretty please?"

Abigaille swatted at their hands, her voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment as she stumbled back a step.

"No! Absolutely not! You're both awful—acting like a pair of lecherous old men! I can't believe you'd even ask that—what's wrong with you two?!"

From the sidelines, Kafka watched his mom—normally so composed and nurturing—floundering under Camila and Nina's relentless teasing, which made a broad smile creep across his face.

His eyes also roamed over the trio, taking in the stunning variety before him: Camila's plump, pale white breasts with their bright pink nipples, Nina's verdant, green mountains with their vivid purple tips, and Abigaille's colossal, coffee—hued wonders bouncing with every flustered move she made.

It was a feast of distinct beauty, each one unique and mesmerizing in its own right.

He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath, shaking his head as he muttered to himself.

"This...This is something else. Never thought I'd see the day where they'd gang up on my Mom like this—and over her tits, no less."

His smile widened, a lustful intent and pride swelling in his chest.

'The gods are probably loving this.'

He thought, imagining Evangeline, Fiona and the others peering down from above, enthralled by the beautiful scene of the three pair of breasts before that were all unique and distinctively tasteful in their own right and also in a literal sense, since it wasn't a secret that he had already tasted each one of their bountiful mounds and he couldn't wait to them while fresh milk spilled out of their perky nipples, already drooling at the thought...