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

Kafka's eyes drifted down, noticing how Olivia's body was angled, half-shielded behind him like she could still pretend she wasn't on display.

"Mm...No, this won't work out." He murmured, almost to himself, before turning and catching her wrist.

The soft curve of her waist was under his other hand a moment later, his grip warm and unyielding as he drew her out from behind him. She made a startled, breathy sound, trying to dig her feet in place, but he pulled her until she was flush against him, right in front of his chest with her butt pressed against him.

His arms then wrapped low and tight around her waist, locking her in place.

"Don't hide, Olive." He said, voice dipping into that smooth, dangerous register that sent heat rushing up her neck. "A sexy body like yours, absolutely ridiculous in its proportions, shouldn't be hidden away."

"A body like this deserves to be shown off to the world. People should thank whatever god they believe in for getting to see it at least once in their life."

"K-Kafi…" She whimpered, wriggling against him, her nails brushing his wrist like she might try to pry him off.

But his grip didn't budge, and all she managed to do was press herself tighter into him, making it even more obvious to everyone just how she filled out that indecent lingerie.

"Go on." He coaxed, turning his head so his lips were right at her ear. "Proudly show it off."

Her breath shuddered. She shook her head, cheeks blazing, but that only seemed to amuse him more.

The women watching were nearly breathless themselves, eyes fixed on her like they were watching something rare and precious being unwrapped.

Kafka shifted his gaze to them. "Well?" He asked smoothly. "How is she? How's my dear Olive's body? How she looks...quite nice, isn't it?"

There was a pause, a moment of hesitance, then one of the employees blurted. "Quite nice isn't even...that's not enough to describe it. It's..." Her voice softened into awe. "...absolutely divine. Godly. I didn't even know a body like that could exist."

Another joined in before Olivia could even breathe.

"To have breasts that full, an ass like that...and still have a waist that thin? It's miraculous. Like, like master sculptors own handiwork."

Olivia made a muffled, humiliated little sound and tried to bury her face in Kafka's shirt, while he grinned, clearly enjoying every second.

"I know, right?...She quite the beauty with a body and face that could cause kingdoms to go to war." He said, with the easy camaraderie of two people geeking out over the same rare find.

Then his hands moved to prove his point.

Without warning, he cupped both her breasts from behind, letting the weight of them fill his palms.

"I mean, jook at this." He said, his thumbs pressing in until the soft flesh spilled over the edges of his hands. "Not even two hands can hold all of it. One doesn't even cover half."

He gave a slow squeeze, lifting them slightly.

"So meaty, so heavy...they've got to weigh a couple pounds each. Hell, I could swap out my barbell and just do curls with these."

The employees were riveted. Kafka wiggled them slightly, the motion obscene under the thin, gaping fabric. Then his fingers slipped forward through the slits, brushing over the exposed areolas.

"And look at these..." He murmured, voice dipping lower. "Aren't they beautiful? Like...pearls lying at the bottom of the ocean."

Olivia made a tiny, pleading noise. "…Kafi please."

"She thinks they're ugly." He told the others with disbelief, his fingertips teasing the shallow depressions where her nipples stayed hidden. "Can you believe that? She doesn't like them."

"...But look, aren't they pretty? Even without protruding, they're still erotic as hell. Maybe because of it."

The clerks reacted almost instantly.

"Y-Yes, yes! Turn her a little, let us see better." One of them leaned to the side to get a clearer view. "They're unusual, but...mesmerizing. I-I can't stop looking. Even if I try, my eyes keep coming back."

Another spoke up, her hand subconsciously brushing over her own chest.

"I've always thought nipples were supposed to stick out. That's just...normal for every woman. But on her...the way they stay tucked in like that, it suits her. It makes her breasts look even more sensual, more...decadent."

Olivia's whole body felt hot, her thighs trembling slightly as their words washed over her.

Kafka's grin sharpened. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her flushed cheek, his lips lingering there as he murmured.

"Hear that, Olive? Everyone's praising you. Praising your nipples. Saying how nice they are." He chuckled, the sound rumbling against her ear. "This is exactly what I've been telling you. From now on, you don't need to feel bad about them ever again."

She whimpered again, the sound small but full of conflicted heat, humiliation tangled with the guilty little rush of being admired so openly.

"…Kafi...it's still embarrassing…"

"I know." He said, clearly savoring her embarrassment. "But deep down...you like it, don't you?"

Olivia froze when she heard his words, the teasing lilt in his tone like silk wrapping around her.

Her lips parted, a protest balanced on the edge of her tongue...but it never came.

Because to her own disbelief, she couldn't deny it. She was mortified, her cheeks burned, her skin flushed, but right alongside that embarrassment was something else.

A coil of heat that refused to be ignored. A thrill she couldn't kill, no matter how much she told herself this was too much.

Her chest rose and fell faster as the reality sank in, every single pair of eyes in the room was tracing the lines of her body. Drinking her in.

And instead of recoiling, some lustful part of her...wanted them to. Wanted them to see.

She didn't answer him. She didn't have to. It was there, in the slight parting of her lips, in the shine in her eyes, in the way her thighs unconsciously pressed together.

And Kafka saw it instantly.

"Ohhh." He murmured, a slow smile spreading over his lips. "There it is. That little spark." He tilted his head, studying her face like he was watching a flower unfurl. "You're getting excited...just knowing they're looking."

Olivia's breath hitched.

His hands then began to slide. From the soft curve of her waist, down over the flare of her hips, until his fingers were resting against the heat of her sex through the devilishly revealing fabric.

Then, without hurry, without shame, he hooked his thumbs and spread her open.

The air hit her slick inner flesh, and she gasped, her knees giving the tiniest tremble. All her fleshy inside was revealed, glistening in the dim light, a raw and intimate display.

Her vaginal lips parted wide, exposing the delicate, flushed pink of her inner folds, slick with arousal that shimmered in the air.

The tight, quivering entrance to her vagina pulsed faintly, a soft, wet opening that beckoned with its silken heat.

Just above, the small, sensitive slit of her urethra glistened subtly, nestled between the swollen petals of her labia, each detail laid bare in her vulnerable surrender to his gaze.

"There we go." He said softly, angling her so they all had a perfect view. "Take a closer look at this."

"First time I saw it, I swear I thought I was looking at a real flower, look at those folds, those petals." His voice was rich with genuine appreciation. "That color...that delicate pink...I thought she'd glued a rose to her crotch just to mess with me."

A ripple passed through the group, every woman's eyes drawn inexorably downward.

Even June, balanced on her crutch, leaned in a fraction, her knuckles whitening where she gripped the handle.

"But then..." Kafi continued. "I found something else."

He pressed his thumb gently to the tight, glistening entrance and slid his middle finger.

"Squish!♡~"

Olivia gasped sharply, her voice cracking. "K-Kafi...not there, please...not there…"

He didn't even glance at her, his focus still on the audience.

"And I realized...this 'flower' of hers has a little tunnel. Usually so wet, like it is right now."

He worked the finger in deeper, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

"It grips me so tight, I almost forget it's not a flower. But even after I knew...I wasn't disappointed. A pussy this tight is its own blessing."

A few of the women shifted on their feet, thighs pressing together.

Then his other hand left her hip and rose, fingers finding the small hood at the apex of her vagina. He peeled it back with intimate ease.

"And even though she doesn't have nipples that stick out." He went on. "She's got this—"

He pinched lightly, rolling the pearl of flesh between finger and thumb.

"...a clit that puffs up every single time. Puffy, sensitive…"

"Kafi, noo!♡~ Don't squeeze me there!♡~ You can't!♡~" She arched against him, her head tipping back onto his shoulder.

"…and so easy to tease." He finished, almost smug, and to prove his point he gave it a firmer squeeze and rubbed tight circles.

Her reaction was instant, a strangled moan, her thighs twitching against his. "N-Not there, if you keep doing that—"

"What?" He coaxed, the barest edge of a laugh in his voice. "Something going to come out?"

She shook her head desperately, but her hips were already jerking, her breathing gone ragged.

And then, her body tipped over—

With a shuddering cry, her entrance pulsed, and a sudden, hot spray of clear liquid spurted from her pussy, splashing against the floor between them.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

The room seemed to hold its breath.

A glistening little puddle spread slowly on the polished wood and Kafka looked down at it with lazy satisfaction.

"See?" He said to them, still stroking her gently. "She's my sensitive little girl. Just a little teasing and she's squirting all over the place."

Olivia was panting, dazed, her knees weak. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up toward his.

"Isn't that right, Olive?" His voice was low, coaxing, intimate. "You're my sensitive little squirter, aren't you? My adorable Olive...who likes to squirt all over the place."

"Kafi…" It was half a protest, half a plea.

"And you know what I do with adorable girls like that?" He asked, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Before she could answer, he kissed her.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Not a light brush, his mouth claimed hers, tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her. She made a soft, helpless sound, her hands curling into his shirt.

For a moment she forgot the audience, her head turning to deepen the kiss, her body melting against his.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

From the outside, it was raw possession, him holding her tight, mouth devouring hers, like he was staking his claim in front of everyone.

And the sight of it, of her in that scandalous lingerie, still glistening from her release, kissing him back with eyes half-lidded, was too much for the room.

More than one woman there felt her own arousal surge past control.

Several of them shifted subtly, thighs pressed together as if to hide the sudden dampness in their panties. One girl's hand ghosted to her hip like she was holding herself back from touching.

Even June, who had tried to keep her composure, betrayed herself, her free hand, the one not gripping her crutch, was pressed low between her thighs, rubbing through the fabric of her skirt in a vain attempt to ease the insistent throb there. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven.

And no one looked away.

Every pair of eyes was locked on the couple, the mess on the floor, the way his hands cupped her like she was his entirely, the wet shine still clinging to her folds and finally the way they were kissing like they were trying to devour one another...