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

"Damn girl~...Those are some sexy legs you got."

Kafka gasped when he saw Nina pull down her pants in one fluid motion and slowly get up to reveal her beautiful long legs, which looked like a bunch of green vines intertwined together to create the most splendid pair of legs to ever exist—that would even make the most serious person want those very legs to step on them and punish them for all the sins they had committed in their life.

Whether it was her thighs that looked so thick and powerful that it looked like Nina had been practicing breaking watermelons to build those well-toned logs of hers. Her slender calves that looked like they were made for jumping from tree to tree to hunt the prey she had her eyes on.

Or her feet that seemed so delicate, as if they had never even touched a crumble of soil, her legs were the epitome of what one would call ’primal beauty’.

If the thick and plump legs that Abigaille and Camila had suited succubuses like them who could effortlessly seduce anyone, no matter what gender they were.

Then Nina’s long legs that had the perfect amount of fat and muscle were perfect for an Amazoness like Nina, who could probably catch up with a cheetah or race a jaguar up a tree with those long legs of hers that had a hint of danger along with their unblemished beauty.

"Oh, so you actually like my leg, Kafka." Nina said with a surprised look on her face, not expecting to hear such a positive response from Kafka after revealing her legs. "I thought for sure that you wouldn’t be too fond of them because of how tall they make me look, which most men in this world don’t like their partners being."

Nina had some rather bad experiences from school where a bunch of boys used to call her a giantess because of how tall she was, towering over her entire class at that time.

Of course she beat up any of those kids who made fun of her while Camila called out any boys who were trying to escape from the side like the supportive friend she was who also hated such men to the core.

But no matter how much she bashed them in the face, the thought of all those people making fun of her body still remained for a long time.

Well, that is, until today, when she lost all those worries when she saw the way Kafka was looking at her legs like he wanted to a bite a chunk from her thighs.

It instantly made her feel more assured about the body she was blessed to get from her mother, and it gave her the confidence to stand tall in front of Kafka, who probably wouldn’t even mind if she was a foot taller and would even prefer it because of his bizarre preferences.

"Of course, Nina!...Big breasts or fat asses are nice to see, but they’re all quite common, compared to a rarity like the long legs you have, which are a marvel to look at!"

Kafka exclaimed in an enthusiastic manner just like what Nina predicted, making her give a gentle smile knowing that she could count on Kafka to make any of her insecurities disappear.

"Especially with the way some fluids are dripping from your soaked purple panties, down your smooth legs, and all the way down to your ankles..." Kafka sighed like he was struggling to hold himself back after seeing the lewd sight before him. "...It really is something special that you won’t find anywhere else."

Nina wanted to cover her face and shake her head in shame at what Kafka was witnessing before him.

Her purple panties with flower patterns on them looked like they were dunked in a bucket of water and then worn directly. That’s how wet they looked, resting on her sturdy hips that looked like they could easily push out a couple of children.

The colour was also much darker compared to her matching bra, which was more than enough to say how much liquid she had secreted from her hidden garden this whole while.

All those fluids had also accumulated to the extent that her fabric couldn’t soak in any of her love juice anymore, and it was starting to leak down her legs.

Like bamboo shoots that had water dripping down them during a rainy day, Nina’s legs also had columns of transparent fluid leaving a trail on her legs and finally drying out when they reached her feet, which was the phenomenonal sight Kafka was witnessing right now.

"You really weren’t kidding when you said that it was a mess down there, were you, Nina?"

Kafka chuckled as he looked at Nina’s panties that were wet enough for him to barely see the outline of her two lips inside, while Nina blushed in shame at the ugly sight she was showing him with her hands trembling to the sides.

"It’s honestly so bad that you looked like you peed yourself, Nina."

Kafka teased Nina even more, while hoping that she didn’t actually piss herself or that the punishment he had in store would be useless to employ.

"Be quiet, Kafka!~ There’s no way I would do such a humiliating thing in my own lobby, no matter how weird my body behaves!" Nina scolded Kafka in a fluster for treating her like a baby who needed a diaper in case an accident occurred. She then glared at Kafka and pointed at him, which made her breasts bounce, and threw the blame on him by saying, "And Kafka!

This is all your fault in the first place!...If you hadn’t said such vulgar words to my ears and played with my a-asshole and breasts so much, my body wouldn’t be reacting in this manner."

"...So if there’s anyone to blame for this mess I made, it’s you!"

Nina pointed at Kafka like he was guilty of murder and looked like she wanted him to apologise to her for torturing her poor body, which was the least thing he could do for making her so dirty.

Of course, Kafka was never going to allow her to take control of the situation, so he shrugged his shoulders and casually said,

"Well, seeing as to how you don’t like getting wet down there, I guess I’ll have to stop myself from playing with you, Nina, and never lay a finger on your body again."

Whimper~ Whimper~

Kafka didn’t even finish talking, and he already heard a whimpering sound coming in front of him, as if there was a lonely kitten begging for some attention from its owner.

When he looked up at Nina, he saw her give him puppy dog eyes with a pityful look on her face, as if she were sad he had stolen away the toy she enjoyed playing with the most.

Nina had already become addicted to Kafka’s touch and was already finding it hard to stop herself from jumping into his embrace. So, to say he would never touch her again was like stealing candy from a baby, which was exactly what Nina looked like right now with how tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Fine, Nina!...I admit that it was my fault that your body is acting so weird and not yours at all!" Kafka quickly said as he was unable to see the sight of Nina tearing up, which completely went against the tough and feisty personality everyone knew her for. Kafka then added, "And since it was my actions that led to this sort of reaction, let me take responsibility over it."

"...So quickly stand on top of this sofa, Nina, right before me and let me clean up the mess you made." Kafka said as he patted the cushion on the side, telling her to climb on top of the sofa and stand right above him.

Nina was confused as to what he was going to do, but she quickly did as he said while wiping away her tears.

She was also smiling on the inside for successfully guilt-tripping Kafka into apologising, which was a method she never would’ve used since she always used to just beat up the other party if they didn’t comply with what she said.

Nina quickly got up onto the sofa and stood right above Kafka’s lap, while Kafka remained in the same spot.

Her two feet were spread apart and were next to Kafka’s legs. Her wet panties were currently right next to Kafka’s face, only a few inches away, where she could even feel his warm breath on her wet lower lips, which made her legs tremble.

Nina didn’t know why Kafka wanted her to stand on top of her like this at first. But after looking at the gaze in Kafka’s eyes as he stared at the fluids dripping down like he was about to absolutely devour something until not even a sliver of it remained, she got an idea of what was about to happen to her, which made another line of fluids drop down her leg under her bashful gaze...