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

"...Now are you going to stop looking at me in such a creepy way and tell me why you're groping my chest, or should I wipe off that annoying smile myself with this little hand of mine?" Camila said while trembling to control herself, thinking that I was making fun of her with the bright smile I had on my face.

"Now, now, we don't have to get all violent now, as I may even report you for domestic abuse~" I joked, which didn't reach her at all because she was this close to laying her hands on a minor.

And before she lost control, I quickly said, "And before you plant your hand on my face, I'll just say that the reason I did what I did was because I was trying to save the curry from spilling all over your dress and onto the floor."

"Huh?...You groped my breasts to stop the curry from falling over?" She asked with an absurd look on her face, not knowing if I was joking or not. "How does that make sense?"

"It does make sense." I nodded my head and said it as a matter of fact.

I then explained, saying, "Just imagine what would've happened if you had suddenly let go of the breasts you were holding up to contain the curry in your cleavage so that you could pinch my nose, and if I didn't catch them like I did...The curry would've spilled everywhere because you let your puppies down, which would've ruined your dress that fits you so well, especially since it matches your dark hair, which I also forgot to mention earlier, but I'll say it now, which is that your hair looks absolutely phenomenal today and looks as if a breeze is running past your hair at all times and giving it a voluminous look."

Camila wanted to listen to my explanation while maintaining her aggression towards me, but she immediately mellowed down when she heard me praising her dress and hair.

The frown on her face was replaced with a shy look of happiness at being complimented, and she even fixed her dress a little so that she would look much better in it so that she could impress me further and make me praise her fashion sense even more, showing just how simple of a woman she was, which was rather heartwarming to see.

"And you also made some vigorous movements when you went to grab my nose, so not only would you have been covered in curry, so would I, since I'm right in front of you and it would've splashed all over my white shirt, so you could even say that me groping your chest and lifting them to contain the curry in the ravine in between was a form of self protection." I said in a righteous manner, which made Camila roll her eyes.

"Enough, enough...I'm pretty sure if I gave you some more time, you would come up with an entire story of how grabbing my chest was needed to save the world..." She looked at me with a knowing smile, which made me look away since she had read me like a book, as I was actually thinking of my next excuse to tell her.

She then looked below at the laced crop top she was wearing and said with a reluctant sigh,

"...And I have to admit that I would be quite upset if my top got covered in curry and smelled like it for a while, so I guess I can let you off for what you did."

"Oh, that's a relief~" I said and then asked with an expectant gaze in my eyes. "Then what about the kiss I asked for as a reward for saving your dress?...Am I getting it now or later?"

"You already got a massive reward the moment you laid your hands on my chest, so you're not getting anything else from me." She ruthlessly denied my reward without any hesitation in mind, and she even smiled like a sadist when she saw the look of disappointment on my face.

She then looked at her chest, which was still being held up by me, and then looked up at me and asked with a flustered look on her face after realising just how long I had been groping her for,

"And just how long do you think that you are going to hold my chest for?...I can hold it by myself now that my hands are free, so you can let go of them now."

Camila also placed her hands below her chest, balanced the curry on her chest, and waited for me to take my hands off her like she told me. But to her surprise, my hands were still firmly planted on her chest, and all she got from me was a reply saying,

"No, I don't think I'm going to take my hands off your chest, and I'm actually going to hold it up myself, since it would be much easier for me to do what I'm about to do next since I can move your chest around like this..."

"Move my chest around?"

She asked with a flustered look in her eyes as she looked at me in a wary manner, knowing that something shameful was about to happen to her after seeing the rather keen glint I had in my eyes, which always brought forth trouble for her.

"J-Just what are you going to do while moving my chest around?...D-Don't tell me it's something embarrassing, that can't be said aloud?"

"Oh, it's nothing like that, and I'm simply going to finish my breakfast." I casually said, which made her let out a sigh of relief.

But she quickly realised that there was something wrong with what I said and asked in a hesitant manner,

"...But wait...What does finishing breakfast have to do with holding my chest?"

"Why, of course it's because my last meal for the morning is the curry that's pooled up on your chest~"

I said with a devious look in my eyes while I eyed the brown puddle in between her cleavage, and Camila herself looked lost and wondered if she heard wrong, as the words she had heard coming from my mouth were far too absurd for her comprehension, and she didn't even know where to start questioning what I said.