God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 579: Tormenting Her Little Grapes

Kafkantinued his pleasureful torment as he twisted his nails against her nipples, raking them in a slow, scraping arc that left thin, red welts in their wake, the sharp sting making her body jolt.

Nina's verdant breasts quivered in response, the soft but firm mounds trembling as he pinched harder, his fingers unrelenting as he carved his dominance into her flesh.

"Feel that, Nina?" He sneered, his tone thick with degrading glee as he dragged his nails across her sensitive tips, twisting them again until her gasp morphed into a raw, lewd moan. "That's what you get for lying to me your nipples are mine to ruin. Look at these little whores—marked up and begging for more. Tell me you hate it, go on—lie again while I scratch you raw."

Nina's knees buckled, her voice trembling as she whimpered. "K-Kafka!♡~ Oww!♡~ It hurts!♡~" Her hands hovered near his wrists, twitching as if to push him away, but they faltered, her breath hitching as he intensified his assault.

Her nipples pulsed under his cruel grip, the bright purple tips swelling slightly as blood rushed to them, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat that caught the dim light.

"Please!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Not so hard!♡~!" She cried, her protests a flimsy shield against the pleasure and pain searing through her chest.

"Not hard enough, you mean." He shot back, his voice a husky taunt as he pinched even tighter, his nails sinking in until her nipples puckered under the pressure. "You're moaning like a filthy little tramp, Nina—look at these tits shaking for me. You love it when I claw you up, don't you? Say it, bitch—tell them how much you crave this, or I'll dig in till you're screaming my name."

He raked his nails one last time, leaving a fresh set of marks that stood out starkly against her verdant skin, her moan echoing through the lobby as her body arched into his torment, silently reveling in the exquisite sting.

Kafka's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with perverse delight as he shifted his approach, his hands moving with a new, sadistic intent.

"Still won't admit it, huh? Fine—let's take these away then." He murmured, his toneld and degrading as he pressed his thumbs against her nipples, digging in with a slow, unrelenting force.

He pushed them inward—hard—until they sank.mpletely into her areolas, the bright purple tips vanishing into the puckered circles of verdant flesh.

Her soft mounds yielded under his pressure, her breasts flattening slightly as he held them there, his fingers splayed wide to keep them pinned.

"There we go." He sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as he watched her squirm, her nipples hidden from sight. "Your nipples are gone now—swallowed up because you're a lying little bitch. Look at you—no nipples, just a flat-titted slut. They'll onlyme back if you tell the truth, Nina."

"...So tell me, Nina. Tell me enjoy the humiliation you're going through right now as a nippleless little whiore, or I'll keep the buried until you're crying."

Nina's face flared a brilliant red, her body shuddering as a wave of humiliation crashed over her, her moan slipping out unbidden as the sensation of her inverted nipples sent a twisted thrill through herre.

"N-No!—Ahh!—Bring them back, Kafka!...I-It's so weird to see time like this!" She stammered, her protests fracturing under the weight of her arousal. Her hands flailed weakly, brushing against his forearms as she tried to muster some resistance, but her hips twitched, her thighs pressing together as the pressure on her sunken nipples made her clit throb with a shameful heat.

"K-Kafka...Please don't!..."

"Don't what?" He taunted, his thumbs pressing harder, grinding her nipples deeper into her areolas until her breasts quivered under his hands. "Don't take what's mine? Don't punish you for being a dirty little liar? Look at these tits—flat and useless without those slutty nipples sticking out."

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"You're nothing but a nippleless bitch now—tell them Nina about what I want them to hear, or I'll bury them so deep you'll forget they ever existed."

His thumbs rolled in slow, deliberate circles, pressing and kneading Nina's sunken nipples as they disappeared into her verdant areolas, her soft breasts yielding under his relentless pressure.

"Haughh!♡~ Noo!♡~ Please, no!♡~ Hmmm!♡~ My nipples!♡~"

Her moans grew louder, a desperate, shuddering symphony that filled the lobby, her verdant skin prickling with goosebumps as she writhed beneath his degrading touch. Her silent pleasure betrayed every weak protest that tumbled from her lips, her body arching into him despite her words, a clear sign of the masochistic thrill sheuldn't hide.

But Kafka wasn't done...Not even close.

His smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a dark, perverse delight as he shifted his grip, seizing her nipples—now popped back out from the pressure—between his fingers with a possessive,mmanding hold.

"You're still not breaking, huh?" He growled, his voice low, as he yanked her nipples outward, dragging them with a slow, deliberate force that stretched her verdant breasts taut.

Her bright purple tips elongated under his pull, straining as he tugged them upward, lifting her soft, papaya-sized mounds until they quivered against her chest.

"Look at these filthy tits." He sneered, his tone dripping with naughty degradation as he dragged her nipples sideways, her breasts bouncing and swaying like toys in his hands. "Stretching out so nice for me what a dirty little slut you are. You love this, don't you? Having your tits played with like the needy whore you are?"

He pulled harder, his fingers curling around her nipples as he stretched them out to their limits, the vskin glistening with sweat as he twisted them mid-pull, making her cry out with a raw, lewd moan.

"Ahhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~"

He dragged them downward, her breasts following in a chaotic, jiggling dance, then yanked them sideways again, the tender flesh pulling tight around her areolas as he toyed with them relentlessly.

"Such a shameless bitch." He taunted, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in close, his voice anstant stream of filth. "Look at these, bouncing all over like the slutty little playthings they are."

"...Tell me you hate it, Nina—go on, lie to me while I stretch you out like a cheap fuck toy."

Nina's moans were a trembling mess, her body shuddering as he yanked her nipples in wild, unpredictable circles—up, down, left, right—her breasts jiggling and stretching with every cruel tug.

"K-Kafka!♡~ Stop it!♡~ Hnnn!♡~ Y-You'll pull them out!♡~" She whimpered, her voice a pitiful blend of protest and pleasure, her hands clutching at the air as her thighs pressed together, a slick heat pooling between them.

Her nipples throbbed under his grip, the bright purple tips darkening with each stretch, glistening with sweat as he dragged them across her chest, her soft mounds slapping against her skin with every release and recapture.

From the sidelines, Camila and Abigaille watched, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and excitement, their breaths shallow as they took in the lewd spectacle.

Camila's pale breasts heaved with each ragged inhale, her voice a hushed murmur as she leaned toward Abigaille. "Oh, wow...Look at her breasts...stretched out like that, bouncing everywhere. He's not holding back at all—She's...She's also loving it, isn't she?"

Abigaille's brown tinted breasts also trembled as she nodded faintly, her hands pressed to her cheeks, her voice a soft, awed whisper. "Yes...Oh my goodness, they're jiggling so much. And those nipples are so red and shiny. She's not even fighting him...I-It's like she's silently begging for more."

Kafka's chuckle darkened, his gaze flicking to Nina's flushed face as he dragged her nipples upward again, stretching her breasts until they strained, then released them with a loud slap that echoed through the lobby.

"I'm impressed, Nina." He said, his tone shifting to a mocking admiration as he caught her nipples once more, rolling them between his fingers with a teasing pressure. "You're holding out way longer than I thought—such a strong little bitch."

"...But I really like that about you—strong women who think they can resist me. Makes it so much sweeter when they break."

Nina's cheeks flared a deeper red, a flush of flustered pride cutting through the pain and pleasure as his words sank in. "I-I'm not breaking!...Don't make things up in your head, you little brat!" She stammered, her voice trembling as he tugged her nipples sideways, her breasts bouncing with the motion.

But despite the torment, a shy, reluctant smile flickered on her lips, his twistedmpliment igniting a spark of satisfaction beneath her submission.

"Aw, look at that blush." He teased, his voice dripping with mock affection as he leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You like hearing that, don't you?"

"...But too bad for you, though that strength of yours?...It's about to end right now."

And then without warning, he shifted his grip, his left hand clamping down on both of her nipples at once, pinching them together between his fingers in a vice-like hold.

He then yanked them upward—hard—lifting her breasts high, stretching them taut until they hovered in front of her face, the bright purple tips dangling just inches from her wide,nfused eyes.

"W-What—Kafka—!" Nina gasped, her voice a startled moan as her breasts strained under the brutal pull, her nipples throbbing as he held them aloft like he was trying to hang them up for display.

Her verdant skin pulled tight, her soft mounds quivering as he kept them suspended, his grip unrelenting as he forced her to stare at her own tortured flesh.

"Pretty sight, huh?" He growled, his tone thick with glee as he twisted her nipples slightly, making her whimper. "Look at your slutty tits—stretched out and dangling right in your face. You can't hide from this, Nina—everyone can see what a needy little whore you are." He held them there, letting her feel the weight of her own breasts pulling against his grip, her moans growing louder as the sensation overwhelmed her.

"Hmm, Nooo!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Put them down, Kafka!♡~ Put them down!♡~"

Watching this lewd sight, Camila's jaw dropped, her voice a stunned whisper. "Oh my God...he's lifting them right up to her face—those nipples are so stretched out, they're practically purple-black now!"

Abigaille's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she murmured. "Kafi. He's...He's making her look at them—That looks vulgar and...intense."

And while Nina was still reeling, her mind a haze ofnfusion and arousal, Kafka's right hand moved with a sudden, deceptive gentleness, as his fingers brushed against her smooth, toned abdomen. He traced the faint outline of her six-pack, his touch warm and almost reverent as he spoke, his voice softening momentarily.

"Damn, Nina...Look at this faint little six-pack you've got here. Must've taken a hell of a lot of work to carve out something this tight, huh? I'm impressed...really."

Nina who was weak tompliments no matter the situation felt a flicker of satisfaction cutting through her flustered state as she managed a shaky, "T-Thanks...It did take a lot of effort a-and it wasn't easy at all." Her verdant eyes softened, a shy pride blooming despite the torment, his praise a fleeting balm against the chaos he'd wrought on her chest.

But then to her shock his tone shifted, a wicked edge creeping back in as his hand lingered on her abdomen, his fingers pressing into the firm muscle with a teasing pressure.

"Yeah, such a hard, strong abdomen." He mused, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "But that also means you can take a few blows, right?"

"...A tough girl like you—let's see how you handle this."

And before sheuld process his words, his left hand kept her nipples stretched high, while his right curled into a loose fist, his knuckles brushing her skin warmly as he targeted a spot just below her navel.

"W-Wait—What—?!" Nina stammered, her eyes widening in shock, but before sheuld react, he landed a soft,ntrolled punch against her abdomen—a gentle thud that made her gasp, her body jolting as a strange jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"Ohhhh!♡~" She moaned, her voice a raw,nfused cry as he pulled back, then struck again, his fist landing just above her hip.

"Oh!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Ohhhh!♡~"

"Feel that, Nina?" He growled, his voice thick with filthy delight as he punched her gently again, this time targeting the center of her six-pack, his knuckles brushing her skin with a lingering warmth before the soft blow landed.

"Ahhh!♡~ Noo—...Ohhhh!♡~"

Her abdomen flexed under the impact, the firm muscle absorbing the hit as a wave of pleasure rippled through her, her pussy throbbing in time with each strike.

"Your tough little tummy loves this, doesn't it? Warming it up nice and soft, then bam—right where you can take it. You can't even deny it since you're moaning like a bitch in heat, rather crying out aloud."

And while Kafkantinued to land soft blows to Nina's tummy that made her take a step back as she gasped for air, Camila and Abigaille struggled to watch this sight.

Camila's breasts heaved with each shallow, ragged breath, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides as she muttered under her breath. "This is...This is too much. He's stretching her breasts like that and hitting her at the same time—I can't just stand here and watch this!" Her voice quivered with a mix ofncern and disbelief, her usualnfidence cracking as she took a shaky step forward, her gaze locked on Nina's quivering form. "He's going too far—we've gotta stop him!"

Abigaille's breasts trembled as she nodded quickly, her hands fluttering to her mouth in a nervous gesture, her voice a soft, worried whisper. "Yes, I agree...It's too much even for my Kafi! Just look at her—she's shaking so much, and those punches...It's not right! We can't let him keep hurting her like this!"

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her maternal instinct kicking in as she shifted her weight, ready to rush forward alongside Camila. "Come on, Camila—we have to do something before it's too late!"

The two women exchanged a quick, resolute glance, their steps aligning as they prepared to intervene, their hearts pounding with the need to pull Nina from Kafka's relentless torment.

But just as they moved to close the distance, Nina's voice erupted—a sudden, explosive burst that froze them in their tracks, her words spilling out in a frantic torrent as the dam of her restraint finally shattered under the overwhelming pleasure.

"No—No—I can't hold it back anymore!" Nina cried, her voice raw and trembling as her head tipped back, her eyes squeezing shut in a haze of ecstatic release. "I have to tell the truth! The truth that it feels so fucking good! Everything you've done it's been driving me insane this whole time!"

"...I can't take it...I can't keep pretending—it's too much, and I love it, Kafka...I fucking love it!"

Her body shuddered violently, her breasts still stretched high by Kafka's grip, her purple nipples that looked like tiny little grapes throbbing as she let her true feelings pour out in a desperate, unfiltered rush out into the open.

And hearing this onslaught of words, Camila and Abigaille stumbled to a halt, their jaws dropping in unison as Nina'snfession hit them like a tidal wave.

Their disbelief was so obviously visible as they stared at their friend—once the untouchable tigeress—now unraveling into a horny cat in heat before their eyes...