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

"What's wrong, Kafka?...Why are you hesitating so much when you were the one who asked for such a dirty favour?" Camila asked when she saw me looking at her with a thoughtful gaze, like I was thinking about something important, since she had expected me to lunge at her the moment she agreed to me eating of her breasts and was surprised that I wasn't already sucking on her udders and was in a thoughtful daze.

She then gave me a wily smile and said, in a teasing manner,

"Don't tell me the great Kafka who fears no woman is actually someone who's all talk and no action when it actually comes to the matter at hand~"

"Well, you already know that's not true if you think about what happened yesterday and who exactly gave you that tattoo on your back that you were probably admiring while taking a bath and changing your clothes..." I said, which made her blush, as what I had predicted was correct, and there were several moments yesterday and even today morning where she couldn't help but pull her dress up and see the Camilla flower painting on her back since it was too pretty to not admire at all times.

"...And it's not like I'm hesitating or anything, and I'm simply wondering if I should add some rice on top of the curry on your chest for a better eating experience." I said while looking at the bowl of rice on the corner, which made Camila jump up in surprise.

"Rice?!...You want to add rice to this mess?!" Camila asked in shock while looking down at her chest, which was covered in thick curry. "Why would you want to do such a thing?!"

"Of course it's because rice goes well with curry and balances out the flavour and texture...One being aromatic and spicy, while the other is fluffy and bouncy." I said as a matter of fact while looking down on her for not knowing such a simple thing, even though she calls herself a decent chef. "I have to mix up those two to get the best experience."

"No, not today!" Camila immediately denied my request with a strict look on her face. "I'll cook you another batch of rice and curry some other day, so make due with the curry on my chest for now, as even the curry itself feels so weird to be sliding across my skin, and I could only imagine how it would be if you added rice to it."

"So you want me to eat it like a thick broth or soup?" I asked.

"You can eat it, suck on it, or do whatever you want, as long as you don't add any rice to it." Camila hurriedly said and felt ashamed at what she said when she realised just how dirty she sounded. "...J-Just get it over with as quickly as you can, or else I'm afraid that it will start to dry up and make my breasts taste like curry forever, no matter how I try to wash them."

"Well, I wouldn't really mind that, as I can just suck on your tits if I have a craving for curry in the middle of the night, instead of getting up and making it..." I said, which made Camila pray that the flavour didn't stick or else she didn't know how she would live with me sucking on her flavoured breasts all the time.

I then gestured to Camila to sit on the edge of the dining table since it would be much easier for her to balance the curry on her chest while sitting, which she did in a hesitant manner as she couldn't believe that the same place her family had been using to eat their dinner for so many years would also become the same place her next-door neighbour would be cleaning the curry on her chest with his tongue.

"W-Wait, why are you spreading my legs?!"

Camila cried out in a panic when she saw me spreading her legs that were closed and standing right in between them, with her chest right up against mine since the table was quite tall.

"I don't remember allowing you to do such i-inappropriate things to me so soon and only said you clean the mess off my chest!~"

"I'm not doing anything like that and am simply getting a little closer to you, so that it would be more convenient for me to reach your chest." I said while feeling the sensation of her plump thighs trying to squish my legs that were in between them, like she was trying to stop me from moving forward and doing anything obscene to her.

I then looked at her with narrowed eyes, which gave her a fright, and while stroking her soft thighs that were trying to squeeze me to death, I said,

"...So unless you want me to forcefully spread your legs to an angle that you didn't even know your body could stretch to and then ram my own personal 'turkey baster' inside of you and fill you up like a Thanksgiving chicken, stop trying to resist and push me out."

Camila didn't know what Thanksgiving was, but she did know what a turkey baster was and what it did to turkeys, so out of horror that such an atrocious fate might happen to her, she loosened her legs up and obediently spread them wide open for me.

"Now, that's much better, my sweet Camila~"

I said while rubbing her thighs like I was praising her for following what I said like the good girl she was, which made her blush and wonder why she felt elated deep down when she heard praise from the same person who just threatened to do horrendous things to her for not following what he said.

She was sure that if her husband had said the same thing, she would've smashed his head with the porcelain plate next to her, but when the neighbour next door did the same thing, she actually wanted to embrace him because of how hot her loins felt at the moment she heard his deragotory words, which made her realise how crazy a person can become for the other when they were in love.