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

"What's wrong, Nina?...Weren't you going to kick me out for having a feel of your ass, which I will say was quite the experience to squeeze because of how elastic it is?" I asked Nina, who was pouting while looking at me with a frustrated look on her face, like she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop my unruly behaviour and could only silently accept it.

I then continued asking with a hint of mockery in my tone, "...Or is it that you had to stop yourself from doing so since you couldn't bear to see the sight of me leaving on bad terms?"

"If it is really like that, Nina, I think you should really start to wonder just where you hold me in my heart, since I really don't think that you would simply forgive me for all the things I did just because you see me as your little brother...I mean, which older sister out there wouldn't get mad if her brother asked for a kiss, unless she saw him not only as her little brother but something else as well?" I suggested with a little grin on my face, expecting to see Nina panicking and unable to answer my question.

But to my surprise, Nina simply harumphed and rolled her eyes, like she was finally getting used to my mind games and knew how to overcome them. She then folded her arms on top of one another and said, in a nonchalant manner,

"Oh, please, Kafka. Who said that I'm not mad at you?...I'm honestly so pissed that I want to pull your pants down like you did with mine and give you a spanking to put you in your place like the child you are."

"But I thought doing that would be the same as leaving you off easy, since with how perverted you are, you might even like getting spanked like certain deviants out there, like Auntie Keller mentioned to me one time, and get some excitement from it...So instead of that, I'm going to make you go through something much worse, which is making you drink a full can of Sasfra juice and enjoy watching your face turn as green as my face at the taste." Nina smiled like she couldn't wait to see the sight of me gagging all over the place for all the bullying she went through in my hands.

She then continued saying, "...And don't even try to escape now since you've given your word that you'll have a taste, or else I'll chase you down with my broom and shove the can down your throat if I have to."

Nina came forward and grabbed my hand, like she was making sure that I didn't try to run away, and pulled me towards the vending machine to watch me gulp down the infamous juice that was so bitter that it made several of its victims cry at first sip.

I didn't mind at all and was more than happy to have a taste, so I simply held her hands in return, which added a little blush to the smug look she had on her face.

"Now then, I should first press this button and then this one, right?" Nina put a coin into the vending machine and clicked on some buttons in the order that I had told her before, while at the same time glancing at me to make sure that she was doing it correctly.

I nodded my head to tell her that she did it right, which made her let out a sigh of relief, seeing that she didn't embarrass herself in front of me once again. But to both of our surprise, even after Nina entered in her order, the vending machine did nothing and just stood without dropping down the two bottles we wanted.

Click~ Click~ Click~

Nina clicked on the enter button a few more times after waiting for a second. But nothing happened, even after all that aggresive clicking, which made her look up at the vending machine in confusion.

"Kafka, did I somehow screw up again?" Nina asked me, seeing that the machine wasn't even making a sound no matter how many times she repeated the order on the keypad.

"No, Nina, it's not your fault. You did everything correctly." I said as I tried to put in the order myself. And after failing just like Nina did, I said, "The problem is probably with the machine itself, seeing that it's not giving out our drinks or our money in return."
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"...Hehe. I guess even the Gods above don't want me to suffer by drinking that Safra juice you love so much and broke the machine to stop me from torturing myself." I chuckled to myself while clicking on some buttons and trying to figure out what the problem was.

[No, Kafka. The Gods are actually avidly looking forward to seeing you drink the nectar that comes from the root of a tree, and we want to see how you're going to react after taking a sip.] Evangeline's voice came from above, informing me of the discussion that was going on in the heavens.

'It was a joke, Evangeline. It was a joke...And you guys better not be betting on whether I'm going to puke or not at my expense.'

While I was bantering with the Gods above and trying to fix the problem by checking out the machine, I saw Nina take a step back and strech her legs like she was preparing for some intense exercise for some reason.

And just when I was wondering what she was trying to do while eyeing the vending machine like she was looking at her opponent in a boxing match, I saw her suddenly strech out her leg into the open and send it swinging at the side of the machine at full speed, much to my shock.

Swing~ Whoosh~

Nina was basically trying to roundhouse kick the machine with perfect form, and looking at how fast her legs were moving, it was either the machine or her leg that was going to get broken upon impact.

I didn't want to see any of those two happening, so I quickly stepped in to stop whatever was happening.

Whoosh~ Grab~

"What do you think you're doing, Nina?...Do you hate the fact that the vending machine didn't give back the coin you put in that you're trying to destroy it?" I asked Nina while effortlessly grabbing her leg that was going to dent the machine and pushed it back down onto the floor.

Nina was scared out of her wits when she suddenly saw my hand getting in the path of impact, thinking that she was going to smack my hand out of the way and brutally hurt me.

But when she felt her leg getting grabbed out of nowhere and then saw me casually setting her foot back onto the ground while adjusting her traditional slippers that slipped off her foot a little like I hadn't just caught her flying kick like I was catching a feather falling from the sky, she looked even more confused than me and wondered if her age was getting to her, seeing that even a boy who looked as skinny as me could catch her lethal kick that surely would've broken a few bones if it were to have properly landed.