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

"Fine, Nina. Even though that's not the answer I was looking for, I get what your saying." Kafka conceded as he knew that if he didn't agree with what she said, she would most definitely argue back over the rights of her own breasts.

"Hmm?...That wasn't the answer you were looking for?...Then does that mean that there's another person who's allowed to do such dirty things to my chest, other than my own babies and myself?"

Nina asked with a puzzled look on her face, to which Kafka nodded his head.

He also couldn't help but imagine Nina letting her baby suck on one of her milkers, while she herself drank from the other one so that she didn't lose out to her own baby, which was rather comical to think about.

"If your confused about who I'm talking about, then just get a good look at me and you'll surely figure it out, Nina."

Kafka gave Nina a hint, and a very good one at that, as Nina, who was struggling to find the answer, immediately guessed it when she saw Kafka's hansome face smiling at her.

"Y-You mean the father of the baby, Kakfa?...Is that who you're referring to?"

Nina said, embarrassed that the 'father of her child' was the first thing that came up when she associated the thought of 'Kafka' and 'babies', even though that title was supposed to be reserved for her husband.

"That's right, Nina! That's exactly who I'm talking about!" Kafka also got excited when he heard her find the answer on her own, knowing that she was starting to slowly imagine himself as the father of her children.

He then continued saying, "Just like you, the one who produces the milk, and this person owns the facilities to make the milk itself, I also have a certain level of ownership over the milk-making factory, as without my 'initial investment' at the start, the company would be hollow with no production at all, and there would be no 'customer' at all to feed."

"....That is, speaking as the father of your children in a hypothetical sense."

Kakfa self-inserted himself into the explanation, and even though Nina was quite innocent, she could still understand that this little 'investment' he was talking about was simply knocking her up and getting her belly to swell.

Her face blushed when she thought of that possibility, but she quickly shook her head to wipe those thoughts away while rubbing the ring on her finger.

"I do understand that I only contributed a little part at the start of the company and the rest is all your hard work, but an investment is an investment at the end of the day, and just like any massive company that wouldn't have been able to start without that little funding it received at the start, I think what I did is rather significant and rightfully requires some rights over the milk factory in exchange."

Kafka the debate about the ownership over Nina's breasts that was currently split between him, Nina, and their future children.

"Okay, Kafka...As weird of an analogy it is, I still understand what you're trying to say." Nina said with a look of confusion in her eyes. "But what does that have to do with me wanting your children just because I wanted you to bite me on my breasts?"

"You literally said the answer yourself, Nina, just now!"

Kafka suddenly said, which made Nina recollect the words she just uttered, but she still couldn't understand where he was getting at. Seeing this, Kafka continued to explain, saying,

"You just said that you asked me to bite you...Not just anywhere, but a specific part of your body that was tingling so much in my presence that you had no choice but to ask me to help you alleviate that sensation...You asked me to bite and leave my mark on your nipples."

Nina blushed and looked at Kafka with a shy gaze, like she was asking him to stop bringing that topic up so directly. Explore more stories at

"Now, while remembering what I just said to you, ask yourself this, Nina...Have you ever felt your nipples getting so hard in front of anyone else like they did before me?"

Kafka asked, to which Nina thought about it for a second, as embarrassing as it was, and quickly shook her head, as there was no such person in her life that made her body act out in such a way.

"What about the thought of wanting to have someone else bite and suck on your teats?...Have you ever felt that way towards anyone other than me?"

Kafka asked another question to which Nina reminisced of her life from the very moment she entered school all the way to her current life, and she shook her head once again, not even considering her husband, whom she didn't have such feelings for because of their stagnant relationship.

"I see...Then let me ask you, Why do you think that is, Nina?...Why is that out of everyone else out there in the world, including your husband, you only want me to suck on your breasts and bite them so hard that they leave a mark?" Kafka asked as he moved his hands towards her bulging breasts and pinched Nina's nipples that were firm as dates.

"Why is it that you want to give that opportunity only to me and not anyone else?"

"...As a clue, let me just tell you that it has something to do with ownership that I was talking with you earlier and how only certain people have rights over these enormous milk bags you have." Kafka smiled and twisted her nipples, which were flexible enough to spin all the way around.

As simple-minded as Nina thought she was she was actually way more softer then she thought, so it didn't take too long to connect all the pieces together and come to a final answer to the detrimental question Kafka was asking her.

"I-Is it because I consider you as the father of my children, Kafka?...Mmm!♡~" Nina whimpered as she honestly answered the question, even though it was rather embarrassing to admit. "I-Is that why I want no one else other than you to lay your hands on my breasts...Ahhh!♡~....s-since you will eventually get rights over my breasts anyway, when we have children in the future."

"...H-Have I actually been unconsciously thinking of you as the father of my children, and is also the very reason I've been acting in such a strange way in front of you?"

Nina muttered to herself with a look of slow realisation settling on her mesmerising face, whilst her eyes widened in shock at what she was coming to acknowledge about herself.

"That's right, Nina! That's exactly what I'm trying to say!...I knew that my little Nina would find it out herself with how freaking smart she is!"

Kafka gave Nina a massive hug out of excitement that his plan to lure the gullible Nina to his side was working out, and he ended up plastering her puffy green cheeks with kisses for perfectly following along with what he said.