God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 841

Chapter 841: It’s Your Fault I Didn’t Sleep Last Night

Nina stepped back, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, her grin mischievous and wide. Sweat glistened on her brow, and her ponytail swung wildly with each move.

“Come on, Ollie.” She taunted playfully, circling her like a lioness. “You’ve been all graceful and stoic and perfect like some kung-fu librarian. But I want to see some fire. Throw a punch like you mean it!”

Olivia didn’t respond. She simply adjusted her stance, centered her breathing, and kept her gaze focused and still.

Nina narrowed her eyes, clearly undeterred.

“You always move like you’re floating.” She said, sidestepping in a loose circle. “Where’s the rage, woman? You’ve got all that bottled-up energy behind that perfect little smile, use it!”

Olivia blinked once, entirely unfazed, while Nina pressed on, theatrically clutching her chest.

“Ugh! You’re too calm! This is why you don’t win pillow fights—you don’t want it enough! Don’t you wanna win? Don’t you wanna slam me into the ground and declare your victory to the heavens?”

Still no answer. Olivia merely shifted her foot half an inch and steadied her posture.

Nina huffed, hands on hips. “You know what you are? You’re a really well-made rice ball. Perfectly shaped, perfectly balanced, and, boring.”

At that, Olivia’s lips twitched, barely, but enough for Nina to catch it.

“Ohhh, I saw that. That almost-smile. I’m getting to you, aren’t I?” Nina said with a grin, pointing at her like she’d won a round. “You’re cracking. One more poke and, ”

“There’s a cat.” Olivia said suddenly, her voice perfectly calm as she pointed behind Nina. “Right there, behind the flower pots. Looks like a tabby.”

“Huh—? A cat?!” Nina whipped around so fast her ponytail slapped her shoulder. “Where—?! I don’t see any—”

Before she could even finish, Olivia was already there.

In a blur of motion, she stepped in close, her arm looping around Nina’s waist. With a sudden twist of her hips and perfect leverage, she flipped Nina clean off her feet, her body arching through the air.

“Whoa, hey, hey, wait, what—!” Nina yelped, eyes wide as she flew backward.

For a split second, it looked like Olivia was about to slam her down, her technique precise, her form impeccable. But at the last moment, Olivia shifted her weight, redirecting the motion.

Instead of being thrown hard into the ground, Nina found herself caught midair, cradled gently, securely, in Olivia’s arms.

They froze like that, locked in the pose of a final dance step, Olivia standing tall, one arm supporting Nina’s back, the other steadying her by the waist. Nina’s hair fell in loose waves across Olivia’s shoulder, their faces just inches apart.

It was…unexpectedly romantic.

Even the sunlight seemed to pause, casting a warm glow across their tangled forms. The moment looked less like a sparring victory and more like a ballroom finale, a prince dipping her princess for a kiss.

For once, Nina was speechless. Her breath came out in a surprised laugh. Then, recovering, she grinned up at Olivia.

“You’re supposed to not show mercy to your enemy, you know? You could’ve slammed me! I can take it!”

Olivia chuckled softly, still holding her in that poised embrace.

“You’re not my enemy.” She said simply, her voice gentle but steady. “You’re my precious family, Nina.”

That single word, family, made Nina’s chest tighten. Her grin faltered for half a heartbeat before she melted into a full, delighted squeal.

“Ohhh, you’re so cute, Ollie!” She cried, looping her arms around Olivia’s neck in a sudden, playful hug. “So adorable, so adorable! Everyone thinks you’re this calm, cold lady—but you’re actually a soft little teddy bear inside!”

Olivia’s cheeks immediately flushed pink, her composure cracking for the first time. “N-Nina, please, stop saying such embarrassing things…”

But Nina only laughed louder, her voice bright and teasing. “Nope! Not stopping! You’re my adorable teddy bear, and now I know your weakness, affection!”

But Nina wasn’t done.

“And you know…” She said slyly. “…in this kind of position…” She gestured with her chin toward their very romantic dip. “…this is usually when the prince kisses the princess on the lips. Super dramatic. Like in those old movies.”

Olivia’s blush deepened instantly, the color spreading across her cheeks.

“W-What?! Nina, I—” She shook her head quickly, trying to compose herself. “No, absolutely not! I love you very much, Nina, but kisses on the lips are only for Kafka.”

“Ohhh, really?” Nina teased, leaning closer just to fluster her further. “That’s a pity. I mean, having such a beautiful prince kiss me would’ve been a dream come true.”

“N-Nina!”

Nina giggled, utterly delighted by her reaction.

“Okay, okay, fine! I’m kidding!…Mostly. But at least give me something, right? A little prize for losing gracefully?” She tapped her forehead, grinning. “How about a kiss right here?”

Olivia hesitated, lips parting slightly. “I…suppose that’s harmless enough.”

“Exactly!” Nina said brightly. “Just one little kiss from my lovely prince!”

With a small, resigned sigh, Olivia straightened slightly and leaned down. Her movements were delicate, hesitant, but full of warmth as she pressed a soft kiss to Nina’s forehead.

The taller woman froze for half a second, and then burst into delighted laughter, pumping her fist in triumph.

“I GOT KISSED BY A PRINCE! I GOT KISSED BY A PRINCE! I’M SO HAPPY!”

Olivia, face burning red, quickly helped her stand, murmuring something about “acting like a child.” But her shy smile betrayed that she wasn’t truly upset.

And then—

“Wow.”

Both women froze.

They turned toward the garden entrance, where Kafka stood leaning casually against the sliding doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Well, this is shocking.” He said, tone dripping with mock offense. “I leave for five minutes, and the two of you are cheating on me right in front of my eyes.”

Seeing Kafka, Nina immediately burst out laughing. “Ah, speak of the devil! Look who finally crawled out of bed!”

Meanwhile, Olivia immediately stepped back, flustered beyond belief. “K-Kafi! It’s not what it looks like!” She stammered, her hands waving frantically in front of her chest.

But before she could say another word, Nina suddenly slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close with a sly grin.

“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

She declared, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. She tilted her head, her grin widening as she looked straight at Kafka.

“I’m really stealing Ollie away.”

Olivia blinked up at her, utterly stunned, eyes darting between them.

“W-What are you even, Nina!” She exclaimed, her tone equal parts disbelief and embarrassment. She shot Kafka a helpless look, shaking her head quickly as if to say don’t listen to her!

But Nina only laughed, squeezing her a little closer.

“No, no, don’t try to deny it, Ollie. It’s the truth.”

She turned her gaze back to Kafka, voice brimming with righteousness.

“And Kafka, do you even know what this wonderful, angelic woman did today? Ollie here made breakfast for everyone. And not just any breakfast, oh no! She made an amazing one. I personally taste-tested it.”

“Fluffy eggs, crisp toast, just the right amount of sweetness in the marmalade, she’s improved so much. I thought my tongue had ascended to heaven!”

“N-Nina, you’re exaggerating again…” Olivia turned redder at the praise, biting her lip in shy embarrassment.

“Exaggerating? Never!” Nina said with faux indignation, pressing a hand to her chest like a knight defending honor. “I, Nina the Magnificent, never exaggerate when it comes to a woman’s greatness! But here’s the tragic part of this tale.”

She spun toward Kafka, narrowing her eyes dramatically.

“She came upstairs to your room, knocked on your door, sweetly called for you to come down and eat, and what did you do?…Nothing! You stayed in bed like a lazy cat basking in the sun while poor Olivia’s breakfast sat there, growing cold! Cold, Kafka! All that love and effort wasted!”

Olivia covered her face in embarrassment. “Nina, please,—”

“No, no, I must speak for justice!” Nina continued, puffing her chest out. “A woman this beautiful, this kind, this talented, she deserves to be cherished, not ignored! And since you’re clearly too much of an evil man to appreciate her properly…”

She jabbed her thumb proudly at herself, smirking.

“I, as a noble defender of women everywhere, have no choice but to steal her away!”

Nina then leaned down slightly towards Olivia, her grin softening into something almost affectionate.

“Don’t you want to be with me instead, Ollie?” She teased. “Someone who appreciates your hard work? Who would never let your breakfast get cold?”

“W-What are you even saying?!” She squeaked, looking between Nina’s mischievous eyes and Kafka’s silent smirk.

The sight was almost too fitting—Nina’s tall, confident stance, her hand around Olivia’s waist, the smug tilt of her head, it really did look like she was some sort of dashing rogue trying to steal another man’s wife.

But Kafka?

Kafka didn’t so much as twitch in protest. He simply stood there, arms crossed, a slow, amused smile tugging at his lips.

Finally, he sighed, chuckling lowly.

“You really like to cause Nina.” He said. “But fine, if you want an explanation…” He looked at Olivia, his voice softening. “Sorry for not waking up, Mom. I was exhausted last night.”

“…But you can’t blame me either—you all were the ones keeping me up all night and didn’t let me sleep at all.”

The moment he said that, both women froze.

Nina’s confident grin faltered slightly, and Olivia’s blush exploded to the tips of her ears.

They immediately remembered the way Kafka filled them up last night to the extent that all the bathrooms in the house has been occupied by the women in the morning, since they were all busy prying out the thick loads of cum insides of their holes…

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