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

Caress~

Kafka pushed one of his hands through her blue jeans and then slid his hand into her purple underwear, which was silky to touch, sending a shiver through Nina's body when she felt his cold fingers caress her skin.

Pet~ Pet~

He then started to feel up her firm ass that was quite tight to touch by first petting it like it was a mound of pudding, which pushed back when you put your weight on it.

Grope~ Grope~ Grope~

He also tried to grab a hold of her flesh and tried his best to grope her butt, but because it was quite firm and he couldn't move his hand around too much, he couldn't grope onto anything, and he simply looked like he was trying to scratch Nina's supple butt.

Nina obviously felt Kakfa feeling up her ass and felt him trying to scoop up each individual ass cheeks into his hands. But she didn't seem too bothered by it at all and continued to smother her face into Kafka's chest.

Rub~ Sniff~ Rub~

She was so preoccupied with taking in Kafka's smell and rubbing her face all over him like she was trying to mark his body, that she didn't even mind he was playing with her naked butt and let him do whatever she wanted to do.

"Hmm!♡~ Hnnm!♡~ Nnnn!♡~"

Even when he slipped his hand in between the crevice between her cheeks and looked like he was trying to find some treasure between her two walls of meat, she didn't respond in any way other than letting out a few silent whimpers.

If Kafka had maintained his position and simply kept to himself by only touching her butt, Nina would've probably even allowed him to take her pants off and let him play with her cheeks as much as he wanted too.

But unfortunately, Kafka got a little too greedy, and when Nina was pushing her breasts onto Kafka, like she was trying her best to warm him up with her fat bags, she felt a rugged finger go even deeper into her ravine and actually scrape her forbidden hole that was hidden underneath, provoking a rather intense reaction from her.

"Hyaaa!♡~"

Nina let out a moan as she felt her asshole get scraped around the rims, and she immediately tightened her buttcheeks and wiggled her butt around, which effectively pushed Kafka's hand that felt the walls around it enclosing out.

She then looked at Kafka with a face that was basically dripping in shame and her trembling green eyes that never expected to be poked in that spot and asked,

"...K-Kafka, why are you trying to touch such a nasty place on my body and dirtying your hand in the process?...You better not do that since it's really e-embarrassing for me, and I really don't want you to be near that place since t-that's where I p-poop from."

Nina stuttered a lot as she found it really difficult to talk about the place that was the most active when she sat on the toilet, while keeping a straight face. And just like how her ears moved around when they were mentioned, her anus also tightened up when they were brought up in a conversation, which Nina noticed but didn't mention for obvious reasons.

Pucker~

"But didn't you say that your whole body other than your lips were mine, Nina, and that I can feel any part of it that I want to...So why are you stopping me from feeling up your asshole, Nina, when it's also a part of your body, no matter where it is or what it's used for?" Kafka asked as he slid both his hands back into her underwear and groped onto both her cheeks.

He then spread them apart so that he could reveal her anus beneath, which was the star of the conversation, and continued saying with a sly smile on his face, "...Wouldn't that be the same as going back against the promise you made to me, Nina? Tell me, isn't what I'm saying true?"

"No, Kafka!~ Who said that I'm not allowing you to touch me all over?~...For tonight, you can touch me wherever you want, no matter how sensitive it may be, to satisfy your curiosity!~"

Nina exclaimed with her big green eyes, like she was trying to plead that she wasn't a woman who went back against her promises. And while she felt her butt get spread apart like Kafka was trying to add some butter in between her cheeks and also felt some cold air hit her anus that was exposed, she continued saying in a fluster,

"...I-It's just that I don't really think that part of my body would be of any interest to you because of how d-dirty it is and would only make you disgusted after realising what you actually touched."

"That's absurd to think about, Nina. How could there be any part of your beautiful body that's actually as dirty as you say?...You're honest heart is more than enough to cleanse any impurity from your body...Even though I don't exactly know where your heart is under all this blubber."

Kafka said as he lifted Nina's chest up and groped his way around her bossoms that seeped out of his fingers, like he was struggling to find where her heart was located beneath all this excess fat.

"It's here, Kafka!~ My heart is here, Kafka!~"

Nina excitedly showed Kafka where her heart was by holding onto his hand and guiding it underneath her breast, where Kafka could feel the warmth and weight of her breasts on the top of his hand, and underneath his palm he could feel the palpitations of heart that were too pure to belong to this world.

Badump~ Badump~ Badump~
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Nina also deeply enjoyed the feeling of Kafka's hands near her heart because it made her feel like he was much closer to her life since he was barely touching the one then that was keeping her alive.

She also wished that he would ask what her heartbeat sounded like so that she could press his face against her chest and coddle him in her embrace like a baby, which was a hidden desire of hers that she wasn't willing to say aloud.

"Right...This heart that's underneath all this flesh on top is pumping out the purest blood in all of the land all over your body, so there isn't a part of your body that's considered dirty, Nina."

Kafka lifted her breast up all the way until he could see the area underneath it like he was trying to showcase where her heart was, unlike Nina, who simply placed his hand on it.

And while Nina stared at her nipple that was floating in the air along with her breasts and thought that it actually looked a lot harder and bit bigger than usual, Kafka continued saying,

"...So even if it's a place where you do your business, Nina, it's probably cleaner compared to others, whose entire being is sickening to look at because of how wretched their hearts are."

Kafka placed Nina's breast back down and had a cold glint in his eyes, as if he had some people in mind when he said 'wretched hearts'.

"R-Really, Kafka!?...Is that part of my body really not as dirty as you say?" Nina looked up and asked with a look of anticipation on her face, as she couldn't believe that there wasn't a part of her body, which was normally scorned by the men of this world because of its colour, that the boy before her didn't despise no matter how ugly it may be.

She then continued saying while fiddling with her fingers, "I-I mean, it's not like my b-bumhole is actually dirty since I always wash it with water after doing my business, and I also use soap to wash t-that part in the shower...But I still do wonder if you think that such a part of my body, which one would normally despise by others be considered attractive in your eyes."

"I see...So what you're saying is that you don't believe my words."

Kafka said with a gentle smile on his face, and all the distracting thoughts he had earlier had vanished away when he heard Nina's voice, which was normally quite deep and mature but was now really demure and meek, which was adorable to see the difference.

And before Nina could say anything in response because she didn't want Kafka to think that she didn't trust him since he was actually the one she trusted most in the world, even though she had just met him today, Kafka continued saying,

"...But that's no big issue at all since I can simply prove what I said to you and make you understand that I love you enough to even kiss you, even if you were to crawl out of the most dirtiest of sewers."

"How would you do that, Kafka? How would you prove something like that?" Nina asked with wide eyes, even though she already knew that there was nothing she could possibly do to make Kafka look at her with disgust.

She could even roll around a pit of pig manure, and she believed that Kafka would be right next to doing the same to accompany her.

That's how much she trusted him and believed in the love of the boy before her. She also absolutely hated herself and her circumstances for not being able to respond to that very love and keeping the poor boy waiting for a proper response.