God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 578: Masochistic Feral Cat

Camila shot Kafka a quick glance, catching his grin, and winked before turning back to Abigaille. "Oh, don't look to Kafka for help, Abi—he's enjoying this too much! Look at him over there, smirking like a kid in a candy store...Bet he's thinking about how lucky he is to have all this in front of him."

Nina's laughter rang out, bright and teasing, as she tossed her hair with a flourish, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah, he's not gonna save you—he's too busy drooling! Come on, Abi, just one little squeeze think of it as a bonding moment! We'll be gentle...maybe."

Her voice dripped with playful intent, her body shifting forward like a predator ready to pounce, her hands twitching as if sheuld already feel Abigaille's massive, soft breasts beneath her fingers.

She took a step closer, her grin widening, fully prepared to grope Abigaille in the most exaggerated, lecherous way possible. But just as she lunged, a voice cut through the air, sharp andmmanding.

"Who said I'm not going to save my beloved mother?" Kafka's tone was low, laced with a dangerous edge that stopped Nina dead in her tracks.

She whipped around, her breath catching as she found him standing right beside her, towering over her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes bore into hers, dark and unyielding, a silent question hanging between them—Do you really dare bully my mother?

The sudden shift in his demeanor was electrifying, and Nina's playful bravado faltered, her instincts screaming at her to retreat.

She stumbled back a step, her hands rising in a weak attempt to deflect his gaze. "W-Wait, Kafka." She stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and surprise.

But before sheuld finish, a sharp, stinging sensation erupted across her chest, wrenching a lewd, involuntary moan from her lips.

"Ahhhh!♡~"

Her eyes widened, darting down to see the source only to find that it was Kafka's hands as he had swiftly and deliberately, seized both of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.

He twisted them gently, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched her squirm, her breasts jiggling faintly with each subtle movement.

Nina's knees buckled slightly, her voice a flustered mess as she gasped. "W-What are you doing?! Nnn!♡~" Her nipples throbbed under his grip, the sensation a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure as he squeezed them tighter, rolling them between his fingertips with a practiced ease that made her breath hitch.

Kafka's lips curled into a wicked, amused smile, his voice smooth and taunting as he leaned in closer. "What does it look like? I'm showing you how it feels to be taken advantage of, Nina...Just like you were about to do to my mom."

His fingers tightened just a fraction more, drawing another soft, lewd whimper from her as he toyed with her sensitive peaks, his touch both punishing and tantalizing.

Nina's face flushed a deep red, her hands hovering uselessly as she tried to muster a defense, her words tumbling out in a flustered rush. "I-I was only joking, Kafka! I swear, I wasn't gonna be rough or anything! If I'd touched her, I'd have been gentle—so gentle, not like this! You're being way too rough with me—oww!"

She squirmed under his hold, the way his fingers gripped her nipples sending jolts of heat through her body, her voice trembling with a mix of protest and reluctant arousal.

She then tilted her head up, her eyes shimmering with a pitiful, puppy—dog plea as she gazed at him, her lips parting in a soft whine. "Please, Kafka—let go, okay? It really hurts—I didn't mean any harm! You've made your point, I promise I'll behave!" Her expression was all wide-eyed innocence, her body trembling slightly as she expected him to relent, to ease up on her tender flesh.

But to her utter shock, Kafka's smile only widened, a glint of pure amusement dancing in his eyes as he shook his head.

"Nope." He said, his voice dripping with playful menace. "I don't think so. I'm not done yet and I want to teach you a thorough lesson about what happens if you try to pounce on my mother again."

He pinched her nipples harder, twisting them with a deliberate slowness that made her gasp, her back arching involuntarily as a fresh wave of sensation ripped through her.

"Ahhh!♡~ Hnnnn!♡~ Maahhh!♡~"

Her moan was louder this time, shamelessly lewd, echoing in the lobby as her body betrayed her protests.

"Kafka!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Please!♡~" She whimpered, her hands clutching at his wrists but making no real effort to pull him away, her breath ragged as hentinued his relentless teasing. "I get it, okay? I won't touch her...I swear!"

He chuckled, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "Oh, I know you won't, Nina. Because only I'm allowed to toy with my mother like that."

"...Isn't that right, Mom?"

He turned his head, his gaze shifting to his mother, who stood a few steps away her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed as she watched the lewd spectacle unfold. Her massive breasts still trembled faintly from her earlier fluster, and she swallowed hard under the weight of his mischievous stare.

Kafka's tone grew more vulgar, his words deliberate as he pressed her further. "Tell her, Mom...Tell her who's the only one who can take advantage of that gorgeous body of yours? Who's the only one allowed to grab those huge tits and fuck them till they're dripping, huh?" His eyes glinted with a dark, possessive heat, daring her to answer.

His mother gulped, her throat bobbing as she met his gaze, the mischief in his eyes pulling her in despite her embarrassment. And finally her voice came out soft, obedient, trembling with a mix of awe and submission.

"Only...only you, Kafi." She said, her words barely above a whisper but clear enough to carry. "You're the only one who can...T-Take advantage of my body." She paused, then added, her voice steadying as she fully surrendered to hismmand. "It's pletely yours."

Kafka's smile widened into something triumphant, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as he nodded. "That's right." He said, his tone thick with approval. "Correct answer, Mom. Anyone else who tries to touch you—who dares to take what's mine...is an enemy."

"...And what do exactly do we do with enemies, Mom?"

His fingers gave Nina's nipples one last sharp twist, eliciting a desperate, shuddering moan from her as he turned his gaze back to his mother, waiting for her response while she herself hesitated, her hands fidgeting as she processed the sight, the lewdness of it all sinking in.

And then finally, she spoke, her voice quiet but firm, tinged with a reluctant resolve. "Enemies...have to be punished, Kafi."

"...Punished for their sins."

She said, her gaze flickering between Kafka and Nina, a faint flush creeping up her neck as she acknowledged the twisted game unfolding before her.

Nina whimpered, her voice a pitiful plea as she squirmed against Kafka's hold. "Punished?! Kafka, I-I said I was sorry! I didn't mean it...Please, I'm not your enemy! Let go already!" Her nipples throbbed under his fingers, the stinging pleasure overwhelming her senses as she looked up at him, her puppy-dog eyes glistening with a mix of defiance and surrender.

But Kafka simply chuckled darkly, his hands unrelenting as he leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered. "Oh, Nina, you're not off the hook that easy. You wanted to play predator—now you get to feel what it's like to be the prey. Consider this your punishment...for now."

Kafka's fingers squeezed Nina's nipples once more, twisting them with a deliberate intensity that drew another loud, lewd moan from her lips, her body trembling under his grip.

"Ahhh!♡~ Noo!♡~ That hurts!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

He reveled in thentrol, the way her voice echoed through the lobby, a symphony of submission that fueled the wicked glint in his eyes.

"Not to mention..." He said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned closer to her ear. "Stimulating the nipples like this, nice and intense is one of the methods I read about to kickstart lactation. So, I'mnveniently punishing you and testing to see if you can still produce milk."

"...Two birds, one stone, right?"

Nina's moan morphed into a flustered whimper, her cheeks blazing red as she squirmed, her hands clutching at his wrists but making no real effort to pull away.

"K-Kafka!♡~ Ahhh!♡- You're awful!♡~"

She gasped, her voice a mix of protest and reluctant pleasure, her nipples throbbing under his relentless touch, while the sight of her best friend being toyed with so mercilessly finally snapped Camila out of her stunned silence.

She stepped forward, her bare breasts swaying slightly as she moved, her voice hesitant but laced withncern.

"Hey, Kafka." She said, her tone softer than usual. "I get what you're doing, punishing her and all that. But don't hurt her too much, okay? I know Nina acts all fierce and tough, but she's actually pretty gentle deep down. Just...go easy on her, alright?"

Kafka didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned his head slowly, his gaze shifting from Nina to Camila, his eyes darkening with a hungry, predatory edge that made her breath catch.

The air thickened as he stared her down, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh, Camila." He said, his voice a low growl. "You've got no right to protest for her. Not when you're next on my list since you were one of the two bullying my mom, remember?"

"...So, don't think you're slipping out of this so easily when you're up next."

Camila's face paled, her plump, pale breasts rising and falling faster as a mix of fright and excitement flickered In her eyes. "W-What?!" She stammered, taking a half-step back, her hands twitching as if unsure whether tover herself or stand her ground. "Me? I was just playing around! You're not serious, are you?"

Kafka chuckled, as he kept one hand on Nina's nipple, giving it a teasing tug while his other hand hovered in the air, as if already imagining Camila's fate.

"Oh, I'm dead serious." He said, his gaze raking over her lush curves. "But don't worry I'll get to you soon enough. For now, let's focus on Nina here." He turned back to the trembling woman in his grasp, his fingers rolling her nipples with a slow, deliberate pressure.

"You know, Camila's right about one thing. You do act all fierce and tough, but that's just for the outside world...Under the sheets? You're a different animal entirely."

"...You love this. Being dominated, pinned down, made to squirm...Don't you, Nina? Be honest and tell me the truth."

The accusation hung in the air, and Nina's eyes darted to Camila and Abigaille, who were staring at her with wide, curious gazes, clearly wondering if what he'd said was true.

Her embarrassment spiked, her voice rising in a flustered shout as she tried to salvage her dignity. "T-That's not true at all!" She cried, her verdant body flushing a deeper green as she shook her head vehemently. "I don't like this at all...I don't enjoy being treated like this! You're making that up, Kafka—stop it!"

But Kafka's smile only widened, his amusement unshaken as he tilted his head, his gaze tumingld and piercing, cutting through her protests like a blade.

"Is that so?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. Then, with a sudden shift, he leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, "Then why's my little bitch shivering like this, huh? You love it when I degrade you, don't you—when I twist these slutty nipples and make you moan like the needy mess you are?"

The words hit her like a shockwave, and Nina's face flared a brilliant red, her body shuddering violently as a wave of excitement rippled through her.

Her nipples hardened even more under his fingers, betraying hermpletely as her breath hitched, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her lips.

She wanted to deny it—God, she wanted to scream that he was wrong, that she hated this, especially with Camila and Abigaille watching—but the words wouldn'tme.

Her throat tightened, her mind reeling as she struggled against the truth he'd laid bare. Because he was right. Deep down, beneath the fierce exterior she'd built her whole life, she did love this—the way he dominated her, the way he stripped her down with nothing but his hands and his words, leaving her raw and exposed.

All her life, she'd been the one to intimidate, her sharpness and strength keeping people at bay, her gaze enough to silence anyone who dared challenge her.

No one had ever looked her in the eye without a flicker of fear, that is until Kafka came into her life.

This boy, so much younger than her, stood there with no trace of hesitation, his dark eyes boring into hers as he looked down on her, called her filthy names, and twisted her body into submission.

It ignited something inside her—a masochistic thrill she hadn't even known existed, a dark, delicious satisfaction that made herre throb with every harsh word and cruel touch.

Camila and Abigaille also watched in stunned silence, their eyes flicking between Kafka'smmanding presence and Nina's quivering form.

The shift in her demeanor was unmistakable—her fierce protests melting into passive, almost loving surrender, her eyes softening as they locked onto Kafka's, brimming with a strange, adoring haze.

Camila's jaw dropped slightly, her voice a hushed murmur as she leaned toward Abigaille. "Oh my...Is what I'm seeing true? She's actually into this? Our Nina—the tigeress who'd scare off anyone likes being...What, his toy?"

Abigaille swallowed hard, her massive breasts heaving as she nodded faintly, her voice a whisper. "I...I think so. Look at her eyes—she's not fighting anymore. She's...she's loving it. Kafi's right—She's a different person when he's like this with her."

Nina's hands trembled as they hovered near his wrists, her voice a weak, shaky protest that lacked any realnviction. "I don't...I'm not..." But the words dissolved into another moan as Kafka gave her nipples a sharp, punishing squeeze, his fingers unrelenting as he smirked down at her.

"Don't lie to me, bitch." He said, his toneld and degrading yet dripping with a twisted affection. "You're dripping for this your body's screaming it. Look at you, shaking like a needy little slut while I play with you. Tell them—tell Camila and my mom how much you love it when I put you in your place."

Nina's breath hitched, her eyes darting to her friends, humiliation and arousal warring within her as she bit her lip. "I...I can't...I won't...Mmm!♡~" She whimpered, but her body arched into his touch, her nipples straining against his fingers as if begging for more.

Kafka's eyes narrowed, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossing his face as Nina's weak protestsntinued to spill from her lips, her refusal to fully admit her desires stoking the fire of his resolve.

He wasn't satisfied...Not yet.

She was still clinging to that last shred of dignity, hiding behind her half-hearted denials, and he wasn't about to let her off so easily.

His fingers tightened on her nipples, his smirk turning sharp and wicked as he decided to push her further, to torment and torture her until the truth she buried deep inside came spilling out.

"You're still holding out on me, huh?" Kafka growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her flushed cheek.

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His fingers then tightened on her bright purple nipples, his thumbnails pressing into the tender flesh with a slow, deliberate cruelty. He dug in deeper, his nails biting into her skin until faint, crescent-shaped marks bloomed across her nipples, the violet hue darkening around the edges where he scraped.

"You think you can keep that tough act up, Nina?"

He said as he looked into Nina's trembling eyes that were on the verge of tears from pain and sheer ecstacy of having her flesh torn into.

"...Well, let's just see how long you last as I mark you up like the masochistic little feral cat you are."