God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 547

As his nerves settled and the haze of his climax cleared, Kafka was hit with a wave of surprise at his own actions, realising he had shoved Camila’s head down in the throes of passion.

Instantly, he released her, his hands leaving her hair as he muttered apologies, his voice laced with concern. “S-Sorry, Camila!…I didn’t mean to…My hand just moved on its own—”

Camila didn’t seem to hear his words as she slowly pulled her head back, gradually revealing more and more of his length, the slickness of her saliva making it glisten.

When she finally withdrew completely, her lips still glistening with the aftermath of the intense deepthroat she had given, she looked up at him with a gaze filled with lust and reassurance.

“I’m fine, Kafka…You don’t have to worry.” She managed to say, her voice slightly hoarse, but overall she didn’t seem to mind at all. She then gave a mischievous smile and continued saying, “And in actuality, I had a really bad itch at the back of my throat, and your long stick seems to have done the trick of scratching that itch.”

Her words were accompanied by a look that was both playful and provocative, making Kafka swallow hard, a flush of embarrassment and arousal colouring his cheeks.

Her eyes held his, conveying that her discomfort was secondary to the pleasure she took in pleasing him, her lustful gaze igniting a fresh wave of desire within him, even as he felt a mix of guilt and excitement at her reaction.

Camila also couldn’t help but smile as she took in the sight before her—Kafka, still a little flustered and adorably red-faced, looked utterly irresistible in that moment. His cheeks were painted a delicate shade of pink that made him seem vulnerable and endearing all at once.

So seizing the opportunity to tease him further, she playfully climbed onto his lap, positioning herself so that she could be as close to him as possible.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest, most handsome little man blushing so adorably?” She cooed teasingly, her tone light and full of mischief. She rested her hands lightly on his chest, as if to steady him even as her eyes danced with playful delight.

Kafka’s eyes widened, and he immediately tried to pull back. “Camila, no—” He stammered, the protest mixed with a bashful laugh as he attempted to regain his composure.

But the playful sparkle in her eyes and the warmth in her voice made it nearly impossible to resist her charm.

“Oh, come now, Kafka.” Camila teased, her voice soft and affectionate. “You know you don’t mind at all. You look just too cute when you blush like that.” She leaned in a little closer, her fingers gently trailing over his collarbone as she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “I mean, just look at you—so flustered, so cute…it’s almost irresistible.”

Kafka’s protest turned into a shy chuckle as his embarrassment deepened. “I-I’m not a little man, Camila. Stop teasing me.” He insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his fluster.

“Teasing? Perhaps.” She replied with a playful smirk. “But only because I can’t help it when you’re this adorable.” With that, she reached up and pressed a tender kiss onto his cheek—soft, lingering, and filled with warmth. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled back just enough to study his reaction. “Oh, you look even redder now, you little tomato.” She murmured, her tone both teasing and sincere.

Kafka’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as he was quite weak to these sorts of coddling attacks, and he tried to clear his throat, a feeble attempt to regain his composure.

“Camila, you’re…you’re doing too much.” He managed, half-chuckling and half-murmuring in a tone that mingled both flattery and exasperation. “You can’t say such things to a man like that.”

Undeterred, Camila’s smile widened. She leaned in again and planted another soft kiss, this time on his forehead, then on the other cheek—each kiss seeming to erase his earlier reservations.

“Oh, Kafka.” She laughed softly, her voice teasing yet affectionate. “I could kiss you all night if you let me. Every time you blush like that, I just can’t stop.”

He tried to protest, but his words were reduced to a low, gentle murmur.

“Camila, please…you’re making it very difficult to concentrate.” He said with a frown, though the shy gleam in his eyes betrayed his delight.

“Oh, please….” She replied with a flirtatious laugh, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I know you enjoy it, you know. Besides, when you look this vulnerable when you’re always so confident, how can I possibly resist?”

Slowly, she began a series of affectionate kisses across his face—cheeks, tender smooches on his temples, alternating between soft pecks on his cheeks and a gentle, lingering kiss on his nose that made him squirm slightly in his seat.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~”

“Stop it, Camila.” Kafka said, half-laughing, half-pleading, though his protest was more playful than serious. “You’re driving me absolutely crazy here.” His voice was light, laced with both admiration and a hint of exasperation at the intensity of her affection.

“Maybe that’s exactly what you need.” Camila replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “After all, my handsome little man deserves a little pampering too. And tonight, I’m in charge.”

Her words were punctuated with another soft kiss to his cheek, as if to emphasise her point with both tenderness and a dash of humor.

“Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~”

Kafka’s shy grumbles mingled with soft sighs as Camila continued her delightful assault of kisses.

“You know, I’ve never seen you look so…so timid and shy.” she said between kisses. “Every time you tremble when I make a move, it just makes me want to kiss you even more. I swear, you’re like a ripe little apple that I just can’t help but take a bite into.”

Kafka let out a theatrical scoff, trying—and failing to mask the lingering smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well, of course I’m going to act this way.” He teased, his voice betraying both humor and fluster. “You’ve been spoiling me with all that affection tonight. You can’t possibly expect me to stay composed with you doting on me like this.”

Camila, still perched on his lap, tilted her head. Her playful gaze roamed over his features, quickly noticing the rosy tint at the tips of his ears. The corners of her own lips curved up knowingly; she could sense he was secretly enjoying being fussed over.

“Mmm.” She hummed lightly, still pressing close.

But just as Kafka was starting to openly enjoy the coddling he was receiving, he suddenly felt something poking onto his chest when Camila pressed herself onto him, and when he looked down to see what it was, his expression changed and his eyes lit up.

“You know, Camila…” He began, softly clearing his throat. He glanced down between them, and a slight grin made its way onto his face. “Speaking of excitement…you’re not exactly hiding yours right now, you know.” Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Camila blinked, taken off guard. She pulled back just enough to follow his gaze—and realised exactly what he was referring to.

The rigid outline of her nipples was visible through the thin fabric of her top and bra, so pronounced they were almost grazing against his chest. A pleasant warmth rushed to her cheeks, and she could feel a stir of excitement coil in her stomach.

“Ah.” She breathed, arching an eyebrow. “Well…I guess you’re not the only one feeling a little worked up, right now.”

Kafka tried to maintain a neutral expression, but his lingering smile betrayed him. “They’re practically scratching my chest.” He teased, gaze slipping from her eyes to the noticeable peaks beneath her clothes. “Hard as diamonds.

Camila couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Is that right?” She pushed herself up straighter, arching her back just enough to peer down. Sure enough, her nipples were indeed pressing insistently against the fabric, forming unmistakable points.

A faint rush of warmth spread through her body, heightening the arousal she already felt.

Still brimming with playful confidence, she turned her attention back to Kafka. “Well, however they may be, you seem…quite interested.” She purred, tipping her head to the side in false innocence. “Tell me—would you like to see them without all this pesky fabric in the way?”

Kafka’s grin faltered for just a second as embarrassment crept in. He could never quite figure out how Camila could turn the tables so swiftly, making him the flustered one.

He swallowed, trying to school his features into something cool and unaffected, but failing miserably. “I mean.” He managed. “If that’s what you want, I…I wouldn’t mind taking a glance…F-For your satisfaction, of course.”

But Camila was not having any of his bullshit as she gave him a frosty look, crossing her arms under her chest for emphasis—pushing her breasts just a little higher. “That’s what I want?” She echoed, arching an eyebrow. “Is that so…And here I thought you were the one who wanted to look.”

Kafka shifted uncomfortably, unable to deny the temptation thrumming through his veins. “Well.” He said, voice dropping a bit. “I do. But I…I mean, I don’t want to force—”

“Ah-ah.” Camila cut him off with a gentle shake of her head. She leaned in with a sly smile that spoke of confidence and command. “If you really want to see them, Kafka, you need to ask for it properly.”

“…Or else you’ll be getting nothing from me.”

This time, he froze. There was something undeniably powerful about the way her gaze pinned him in place—like a queen expecting deference. She wasn’t bullying him or anything like that; it was more that she was so self-assured and in control, and for once, Kafka found himself savouring the slight thrill of submission.

But his pride prickled; he’d never been so easily cowed before. Yet, the weight of her stare and the warmth of her body so close to his made it impossible to deny her.

He gulped, his throat suddenly dry. “C-Camila.” He started. “I really want to see them.” Each word felt heavy with unspoken longing. “Please…”

A dazzling smile lit up her face—soft, yet victorious.

“That’s more like it.” She leaned in and brushed the faintest of kisses along his jaw. “Now was that so difficult?”

Before he could reply, Camila moved with decisiveness. She slipped her arms under her top, lifting the fabric in one smooth motion and casting it aside.

In the next breath, her bra followed suit, and with a gentle flourish, she let her plump breasts drop to the floor.

Freed from every barrier, her breasts settled into view.

Kafka’s gaze quickly descended, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Camila’s milky breasts were revealed in the soft, mellow light, their fullness and shape a full show to her enchanting allure. Her skin was flawless, a canvas of smooth temptation, and her flesh seemed even softer than the clouds up above.

But it was her nipples that commanded his attention—pink, hard, and perked, they stood out like the peaks of two perfect mountains, eager for the touch of the sun. They were not just erect but seemed almost to quiver with anticipation, the color a vivid contrast against her skin, drawing his eyes like magnets.

No matter how many he had seen before, he couldn’t help but lost in his own dream world when he saw them.

Camila’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade when she saw his fervent gaze, the heat of her excitement visible. But she maintained her poise, her own arousal feeding off the awe in Kafka’s eyes.

Kafka’s gaze was also transfixed on Camila’s bare form, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as he took in every curve and contour of her exposed skin.

Even the delicate flush spreading across her cheeks only seemed to heighten the magnetism radiating from her. There was something about the way she sat there—so confident, so inviting—that made it nearly impossible for him to hold back.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking up to meet hers just in time to see her part her lips, as if she were about to speak.

But before a single word could escape, Kafka surged forward with a sudden, unguarded desire.

His hands found her waist, gripping her gently yet firmly, and he buried his face against her chest, lips searching hungrily for the very warmth he’d been admiring, which made Camila let out a little moan as she felt him submerge his lips into her perky nipples…