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

"...And before you call me a pervert, Camila, I think you should slide your hands into your panties and see just how wet you got just from me combing your bush, and understand that there isn't one pervert here but two." I said, predicting her thoughts, which made her blush at the state of her underwear, which felt sticky and wet as her chest that was covered in curry right now.

"Well, now that we know that you're pussy won't be turning bright red anytime soon, I think I should start off with the dollop of oil you have in your naval..." I said as I grabbed her waist, which was soft as a warm cloud, and bent down until my face was right next to her belly button, which had spicy oil in it, which looked like it was going to leak out if she leaned any further.

The globule of the pure essence of curry was like a droplet of mildew on a leaf that looked like it could easily be poured into my mouth, so I didn't use my tongue to go deep into her naval and simply puckered my lips out like I was slurping a spoonful of soup and sucked on her naval.

Slurp!~

The bright red droplets of oil that were packed full of flavour easily went down my throat like I was drinking a smooth whisky and left a peppery and spicy flavour that honestly made me want to cough because of how tangy and savoury it was.

After drinking the main soup, I then used my tongue to lick out all the leftovers that were inside her naval, much to her embarrassment.

My tongue quickly swept across the small dent in her belly that was made of a rather thin membrane of skin that felt like it would tear if I applied too much pressure, and the liquid that was sticking onto the inside of her narrow cave that sank inwards was also much saltier than what I just drank.

"Hnnn!♡~...That's enough digging around there, Kafka~ You won't find anything else there~" Camila whimpered as she grabbed my hair and tried to push me away from her belly.

"Even if there's no curry left there, the inside of your navel has quite the specific taste that makes me want to dig deeper and spread it wide open so that I can get a better taste." I said as I used my fingers to spread her sinkhole wide and sent in my tongue to explore, hitting the very bottom of her navel that tasted the saltiest as if all the salt from her sweat had sedimented there.

"Hmm!♡~...I-If you go any deeper, I'm afraid you'll rip a whole in my tummy and reach my womb underneath!~" Camila pushed both sides of her fatty belly together, which closed the gates to her naval to my dismay. "So, why don't you be a good boy and follow what I say and go to the places where there's a lot more curry you can feast on instead of the miniscule amount in my tiny belly button!~"

"I can assure you that it would taste much better than what you just tasted, so why don't you suck off my breasts like you wanted to!~" Even though me sucking on her navel was actually quite tame compared to what I could do to her breast, Camila felt that the former was much more embarassing since I was in direct contact with her flabby belly, which she wasn't so proud of, and she felt ashamed that I was pressing my face against her mushy tummy.

She'd much rather have me suck on her breasts, which she was rather proud of after maintaining their size and shape even after all these years, than me sliding my tongue over her belly, so she provacatively enticed me to come upwards to her chest, even going as far as to shimmy her towering breasts side to side, which made them jiggle all over the place.

Jiggle!~ Jiggle!~ Jiggle!~

I was a simple man with the same desires as others, so the moment I saw a pair of sacks that were full of soft fat shaking in front of my eyes, I gave her navel one last kiss, which made her abdomen submerge below like it couldn't take anymore love from me, and I moved upwards towards her breasts.

"Ahhh!♡~" Camila let out a moan when she felt me lick off the line of oil that dripped down her cleavage and into her navel so that I didn't leave any spots behind.

And when she saw my head trying to enter her top to reach her chest, instead of going over it, she quickly pushed my face out that was right up against the fabric of her bra and said, "Don't go through my clothes, Kafka!~ I'm even fine with you sucking on my chest until it's purple all over like you did to my back, but if you dare do something that might tear my newly bought top, there's no way I'll forgive you!~"

I immediately pulled my face out of her black lace top, which looked rather fragile with how thin it was, since Camilla looked like she would actually smother me in her breasts and make me faint if she were to hear the sound of fabric tearing.

"...W-Wait, before you do anything, would you be interested in using a spoon, Kafka, since it would be much more decent and neat than eating out of my chest like a dog?" Just as I was about to dive into the bowl of curry on her chest, Camila stopped me and gave a suggestion while holding out a spoon, hoping that I would take her offer.

I took the spoon out of her hand and gave it a look like I was considering her offer. But just as she was about to clap in elation that I was going to eat the curry off her in a less embarassing way, she was shocked when she saw me look at the steel spoon in my hand with disdain and then crush it and throw it away.

And while she was looking at the crumbled-up spoon in a daze, not having a single clue as to how I turned the spoon into a metal ball with my bare hands, I plunged into her breasts and started sucking the pool of her curry on her chest until it was completely drained...