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

"A-Are you serious, Kafka?...Are you really going to do what you said?"

Nina said in trepidation as a bead of sweat dripped down all the way from her naked back because of how steamy she felt at the moment and dribbled down all the way until it reached her anus that was opening and closing in excitement after hearing what Kafka said, like it had a mind of its own just like her ears.

"Why do you ask, Nina?...Why do you seem so hesitant when you were the one who wanted to know just how big I am?" Kafka asked as he looked at the uneasy look on Nina’s face and guessed that she was worrying about something else that she wasn’t telling him.

"I know I did, Kafka...But what you just said, needs me to take off all my clothes." Nina looked up at Kafka with a shy gaze in her eyes and fiddled with her fingers out of nervousness.

"So what?...Weren’t you so eager to strip naked before?" Kafka recalled the multiple attempts that came from Nina’s side where she tried to take off all her clothes. "Then, why are you so hesitant now?"

"B-Because the circumstances ’down there’ have changed, Kafka, and it doesn’t look the same as it normally does." Nina said as she pressed her hands against her crotch like she was covering up a shameful secret.

She then looked up at Kafka like she was in a very vulnerable spot and said, "So, I-I don’t know if you would find it appealing or not, and I’m wondering if I should go to the bathroom first to clean up myself a little, so that I don’t accidentally repulse you at the messy situation below."

Kafka was quick to understand what Nina was talking about, looking at how bashful she looked at the moment and how she was holding onto her crotch like she needed to pee urgently.

"Is it really as messy as you say, Nina?" Kafka smiled as he removed Nina’s hands from where her zipper was and tried to see if there were any signs of seepage through her pants.

"Y-Yes, Kafka...It feels like someone poured a bucket of hot oil down that place and let the oil drop down my legs, or at least that’s what it feels like." Nina muttered with a flushed face and gave a sigh of relief, knowing that she wore thick blue jeans today or else she was sure Kafka would’ve noticed the stains through her pants long ago.

"That’s why I want to wash myself off before I show anything to you."

"You don’t need to do that, Nina."

Kafka stopped Nina, who was trying to get up and go to the bathroom to clean whatever was inside of her underwear, not knowing how hard it was going to be seeing as to how sticky it felt.

Kafka then continued saying with a solemn look on his face and a straight look in his eyes, like he were really serious about what he was saying.

"Water is a precious resource that needs to be used efficiently to prevent the depletion of our natural freshwater sources. So as a law-abiding citizen who wants to protect our planet’s natural resources for the future generation, I don’t think you should waste water cleaning up something down there."

"...So, rather than wasting the clean water that Mother Nature has been benevolent enough to give us, let me clean you down there myself and do my part to save the environment."

Even though Kafka was talking as if he were contributing to a noble cause, anyone other than Nina would immediately understand that ’saving water’ was the last thing on his mind and his agenda lied somewhere else.

But of course Nina was too pure to know what exactly he was talking about and shyly asked,

"How are you going to do that, Kafka? How are you going to clean me up yourself? Are you going to use your handkerchief or something?"

"...If you are, then there’s no need to do so, since I don’t want to dirty your handkerchief in my s-shameful fluids."

Nina suggested to Kafka not make such efforts when it was her fault for having such a lewd body that reacted in such lecherous ways to even the slightest of temptations from Kafka.

"You don’t have to worry about that, Nina...Just know that after I’m done with you, there won’t be a single drop left underneath."

Kafka assured Nina almost as if he were saying that he could do a much better job cleaning her secret garden than a tissue or ever faucet could.

Nina trusted the confidence Kafka had in his eyes. She also knew that a pervert like him, who had even indirectly kissed her asshole, wouldn’t be thrown off by the sight of what was underneath and would probably even relish it, which made her agree to what Kafka was saying even though she didn’t know what he was going to do.

"Now, would you be a dear, Nina, and strip down until there isn’t a single cloth on you so that I can see your naked body in its entire excellence?" Kafka said with an expectant look on his face after seeing Nina look ready for whatever was going to come.

Nina nodded her head at Kafka’s daring suggestion that made her entire face turn red in colour and slowly got off his lap to stand on the floor below.

Nina immediately felt a surge of reluctantness hit her when she didn’t feel Kafka’s warmth on her body anymore, almost as if she were already addicted to the comfort his presence gave and didn’t want to leave that safe place at all costs.

But she knew that it would be really hard to take off her tight pants if she was still sitting on him, so she reluctantly stopped herself from jumping on top of Kafka’s back again and stood right before him with her bare breasts exposed.

Even though Nina hadn’t even stripped all of her clothes off yet, Kafka was more than enthralled by the sight of Nina standing before him while he sat under her and looked up at her towering breasts from below that looked like giant green asteroids that were going to crush him at any time.

But if her breasts were really asteroids that were flying towards him, there was no way that he was going to run away and would surely embrace the softness of her milk bags, which had been shaking around like barrels on a swaying boat as Nina got off his lap.

Nina was also rather tall and almost the same height as Kafka, so the sight of seeing Nina look down at him with a shy look on her face while her purple nipples, which now had some markings on them, were pointing at him gave him a refreshing feeling, as if he were about to be dominated by the half-naked Tigress at any moment.

Of course Nina couldn’t be called half-naked for too long, as after looking at Kafka’s eyes that were brimming with eagerness and the smile on his face like a dog that saw a juicy piece of meat, she knew that he was waiting for her to start stripping.

So to fulfil the desires of the boy who gave her the most happiness in the world and also give him a little treat since the eager look on his face looked rather cute, Nina unbuttoned her pants and pulled them all the way down, taking the final few steps to wearing her birthday suit that Kafka wished to see her in...