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

553  I Missed You

The warm glow of the lanterns flickered gently inside the quiet lobby of the hot spring, casting a soft golden hue over the wooden interior. The faint sound of bubbling water from the private baths could still be heard in the background, along with the occasional creak of the floorboards as customers shuffled out for the night.

But Nina?...She wasn't paying attention to any of it.

She sat behind the counter, resting her cheek against her palm, lazily fiddling with a small coin between her fingers, spinning it absentmindedly.

Her verdant eyes—usually sharp and commanding—were now glazed over with boredom, half-lidded and far too distracted.

Because, once again, she was thinking about him.

Kafka...That annoying, frustrating, stupid man who refused to leave her head no matter how much she tried to push him out.

It was starting to get ridiculous.

At first, that she would simply think of him a few times and then move on with her day. But it didn't.

It only got worse.

Whether she was at work, trying to deal with customers, or at home, soaking in the baths to relax, somehow, his face always came to mind.

And now?

Now she was ignoring actual customers just because she was too busy staring at the entrance, wondering if Kafka would walk through the door at any moment.

She sighed, stealing a glance toward the doorway, her long ears twitching slightly as if expecting to hear his footsteps.

Nothing.

She puffed out her cheeks, feeling annoyed. "That idiot." She muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she leaned back into her chair. "Why didn't he come to meet me today?"

A second later, her expression softened as she let out a small huff, quickly making excuses for him.

"He's probably busy."

"...Or maybe Camila dragged him sonewhere again."

Her eyes narrowed at the thought, and she immediately scowled.

Of course, Camila got to see him all the time. She lived right next door to him.

She could just knock on his door whenever she wanted and visit him whenever she pleased. Meanwhile, she had to sit here like a complete fool, waiting for him to decide to visit her.

She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes. "It's so unfair." She grumbled, resting her chin on the counter, pouting like a child.

But before she could fall any deeper into her sulking, the clock chimed. Her ears perked up, and she glanced over at the time.

"Already closing time?" She murmured, sitting up straighter.

She let out a deep sigh, realizing that she had wasted most of her shift staring at the entrance like some kind of lovesick fool.

"...Guess there's no chance he's coming today." She muttered, feeling a small pang of disappointment in her chest.

With a resigned sigh, Nina rose from her seat, stretching her toned arms over her head as she made her way toward the entrance of the shop.

The night air was cool and crisp, the scent of the natural hot springs lingering around her as she stepped outside.

It was quiet. The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional flickering of lights from the shopfronts. The soft sound of flowing water from the baths echoed in the distance, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the night.

Nina reached up, grabbing the metal shutter of the entrance, preparing to close up for the night, when suddenly—

A voice came from behind her. A smooth, playful voice, dripping with mock disappointment.

"Ahhh…The hotspring is already closed? And here I thought I could go for a dip in the night."

Nina froze. Her ears twitched slightly, but her reflexes kicked in before her brain did.

"I'm sorry." She said automatically, turning slightly over her shoulder, not yet processing who it was. "We don't allow late-night bathers. One guy fell asleep once and nearly drowned." She chuckled, shaking her head at the memory. "Can't have that happening again, so we close up early. But if you come back tomorrow, I'll—"

She stopped. Mid-sentence. Mid-breath.

Because suddenly—

Her brain caught up with her ears.

That voice. That voice was too familiar.

And when she slowly turned her head, a giddy excitement already rising in her chest, her eyes widened.

Kafka.

He was right behind her, standing casually, hands in his pockets, his usual lazy grin stretching across his face as he tilted his head at her.

"Since bathing at night seems so dangerous..." He joked. "...maybe I should just head back and—"

He didn't get to finish. Because the moment Nina registered that he was real, standing in front of her after all the time she spent longing for him—

She pounced.

Like a cat who had spotted its prey, she leaped at him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as she latched onto him completely, nearly knocking him off balance.

Hug~

Kafka barely had time to react before she buried her face against his chest, her entire body molding into his like she was afraid he would disappear if she didn't hold on tight enough.

Then, she tilted her head up and, to Kafka's absolute shock—

She bombarded his face with kisses.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Soft, rapid, scattered kisses all over his cheeks, his nose, his jawline, anywhere she could reach.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~"

Each one accompanied by a rushed, breathless sentence in between.

"I missed you!"

"Kiss!♡~"

"I was thinking about you all the time!"

"Kiss!♡~"

Her voice was pouty, her tone soft and adorable, completely unlike the fierce, intimidating image she always projected.

Kafka, stunned, could only laugh, lifting his hands in surrender as he tried to keep up with the affectionate onslaught.

"Nina, hold on—"

"Kiss!♡~"

"Okay, okay—"

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~"

"I get it, I get it—"

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~"

Nina finally pulled back, but not by much, still keeping a tight grip on his waist as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with both frustration and pure joy.

Her eyes gleamed, a perfect mix of frustration and pure, undeniable joy, and then—

She pouted.

"Do you even know how long I've been waiting for you?" She huffed, her grip tightening just slightly, her fingers curling into his shirt as if to emphasize her suffering.

Kafka raised an eyebrow, amused by her dramatics. "I have a feeling you're about to tell me."

"Of course, I am!" She snapped, completely missing the teasing glint in his eye. "You don't understand, Kafka! I've tried everything to get you out of my head today!"

She counted on her fingers as she launched into a rant, her voice growing more and more dramatic with each word.

"I tried working extra hard and focusing on customers—but no! All I did was stare at the entrance like a fool, waiting for you to walk in!"

She held up another finger.

"I tried relaxing in the springs, taking a long soak to clear my mind—but no! I ended up sitting in there, daydreaming about you like an idiot!"

Another finger. @@novelbin@@

"I even went out to eat my favorite snacks, thinking maybe I just needed a distraction—but guess what? All I could think about was how much I wanted to share them with you instead!"

Kafka couldn't stop the wry smile from creeping onto his face as he listened to her go on and on.

"And the worst part..." She added dramatically, throwing her arms up. "...is that you keep popping into my head all the time, like some annoying little bug no matter what I do to distract myself!"

Kafka chuckled, shaking his head. "You're exaggerating." He said, lifting a hand to ruffle her hair, which only made her puff out her cheeks even more. "You literally saw me yesterday."

But the moment he said that, Nina shook her head furiously, her wild dark green hair swaying with her movements as she disagreed with every fiber of her being.

"That's too long!" She argued, her voice filled with genuine complaint. "It feels like an eternity, Kafka!"

Kafka smirked, tilting his head slightly. "An eternity?"

"Yes!" She huffed, stomping her foot that was wrapped around slightly like an adorable, grumpy cat.

"Alright..." He humored her, deciding to test the limits of her clinginess. "But what if I had visited you this morning? Would you still feel lonely?"

"Of course, I would!" She answered immediately, puffing out her cheeks again, as if the mere thought of not seeing him for a few hours was unbearable.

Kafka laughed, shaking his head. "But you'd have seen me just a few hours ago."

"That doesn't matter!" She insisted, pressing herself against him. "Because after that, I wouldn't see you for the rest of the day!"

Kafka smirked, his amusement growing. "What if I saw you an hour ago?"

Still, Nina shook her head stubbornly, her eyes flashing with genuine distress.

"Every minute without you feels like an eternity!" She whined, grabbing onto his shirt and burying her face into his chest like a spoiled kitten.

Kafka felt his heart swell at the sheer shamelessness of her words.

She was being completely honest. No hesitation, no pride, no holding back.

"With all that you're saying, it's almost like you can't even live without me anymore." He sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile.

But to his absolute shock, Nina nodded her head without hesitation, big, wide, pleading eyes staring straight into his.

"I can't!" She whined, snuggling even closer into his chest, nuzzling against his neck like she was trying to mold herself into him.

And then, with a voice so soft yet so incredibly shameless, she whispered,

"If I don't take in your scent every day…I'll plop down and die."

Kafka exhaled sharply, half in disbelief, half in amusement, as he glanced down at her.

"Nina..." He drawled, his voice carrying that lazy, teasing lilt. "Is that why you're sniffing me like crazy right now?"

He didn't have to look to know—he could feel it.

She was practically ravaging his neck, her soft nose brushing against his skin, inhaling deeply, her warm breath fanning over him as she nuzzled even closer, her body molding against his like a needy kitten.

"Obviously!" Nina huffed, like it was the most natural thing in the world, not remotely ashamed of being caught. And then, without missing a beat, she tilted her head up, her eyes flashing as she declared,

"I'm recharging my Kafka batteries."

Kafka stared...He blinked once. Then twice.

"...Your what now?"

"My Kafka batteries." She repeated, burying her face back into his neck, nuzzling even deeper. "I ran out while waiting for you, and now I need to recharge. If you stop me now, you'll be responsible for my murder."

Kafka let out a low, exasperated laugh, shaking his head.

"You're doing too much, you know?."

"I know."

She rubbed her cheek against him again, letting out a small, content sigh, and then she glanced up at him.

Suddenly, the playfulness in her eyes softened, shifting into something different.

Her lashes lowered, her gaze turned sultry, and the corner of her lips curled up slightly as she looked away on purpose, her fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"But…" She murmured, her voice turning delicate. "I suffered so much while waiting for you, you know…?"

Her eyes flickered back to him, almost like she was testing the waters.

"There's no one as pitiful as me." She sighed, biting her lower lip just slightly, just enough to be tempting.

Kafka's throat went dry. He knew exactly where this was going.

Nina had one goal in mind—and she was waiting for him to take the hint. Still, he hesitated, glancing slightly to the side, like he knew something she didn't.

"Maybe…" He started slowly. "Maybe not here."

Nina's brows furrowed immediately.

"We're still in public, you know? Maybe some other time since you know someone might be watching us." He continued.

For a moment—

Silence.

Then—

"…Are you serious?"

Nina's face twisted in adorable outrage as she immediately pushed back slightly, her hands still gripping his shirt as she pouted up at him.

"Kafka, you bastard!" She whined, stomping her foot slightly. "What do you mean not here?!"

"Exactly what I said, Nina. We're literally outside." He gave her a sharp gaze, trying to indicate what he was trying to say.

"And?"

Kafka raised a brow. "And people can see us."

"So?" Nina scoffed, crossing her arms. "It's not like you ever cared about that whenever we go outside."

Kafka sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Nina, do you have any shame at all?"

"Nope."

Kafka almost choked on a laugh.

Nina huffed, her ears twitching in irritation, before she moved forward again, pressing her breasts against him like it was a way of intimidating him.

"Don't tell me you're ashamed of being seen with me?" She accused, her eyes narrowing as she glared up at him.

Kafka blinked. "What? No, that's not—"

"Then why can't we be a little intimate in public, huh?" She challenged, poking his chest with her finger. "Are you embarrassed? Are you saying you don't love me as much as I love you? Because I'd be willing to do anything for you, Kafka!"

At this point—

Kafka realized something. She wasn't going to let this go. No matter how much he tried to reason with her, Nina was dead set on getting what she wanted.

Kafka let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "You really want this?"

Nina nodded eagerly, her eyes bright and expectant.

"You won't complain later?"

"Not even a little."

Kafka exhaled slowly, and then—

In one swift motion, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Alright, then." He murmured, his voice lowering as he leaned down. "Don't regret this."

Before she could even process his words, his lips captured hers in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

Kiss~

Nina froze for a split second, her eyes fluttering shut as the warmth overwhelmed her senses.

And then—

She melted.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she gripped his shirt tighter, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her body completely pressing against his.

This was exactly what she wanted.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as the world around them blurred, all noise fading away...Except for him.

And she thought, Yes, this was worth waiting for.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Nina melted into the kiss, her entire world narrowing down to Kafka's warmth, the press of his lips, the way he claimed her so effortlessly yet so tenderly.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, wanting to feel his warmth even more.

The kiss was deep, intoxicating, sending shivers down her spine as her heart pounded wildly against her chest. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, completely lost in him—but she didn't care.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Kafka's hands were firm yet gentle, one resting at the small of her back, keeping her anchored to him, while the other tilted her chin just right, letting him deepen the kiss further.

A soft, desperate sound escaped her lips, her breath hitching, her body pressing flush against his.

She wanted more.

She wanted everything.

And just as she was about to pull him even closer, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair—

A voice, light and teasing, cut through the moment like a blade.

"Wow, Abi, I've only ever seen her act like a feral cat—so feisty and aggressive all the time. It's honestly kind of shocking to see her like this, all soft and cute, clinging onto someone like a lovesick kitten."

The words hit Nina like a lightning strike, sending an instant jolt of horror through her body.

Her entire frame stiffened.

Her lips froze against Kafka's.

Then, another voice, gentler, but just as amused, followed in response.

"It really is surprising." Abigaille murmured, her tone carrying a soft chuckle. "But I have to admit...it's cute. She really does look like a little kitty right now."

Silence. Nina's stomach dropped.

No. No. No. No. No.

Slowly—painfully slowly—she peeled herself away from Kafka, her lips tingling, her breath still uneven.

She didn't want to turn her head. She really didn't.

But she had to.

With a face paler than the moon, she finally looked over her shoulder—

And there they were.

Camila and Abigaille.

Watching...Observing...Amused.

Enjoying every single second of her flustered misery...