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God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 328: Treading Along The Lines
"Are you fine now, Nina?...Have you let it all out?" I asked Nina, who was currently sitting on my lap after crying her heart out and not having any more tears left to shed.
She had been crying for a few minutes now, and only after a bunch of gentle head pats and a few words of consolation did she finally calm down. She also didn't immediately get up after she stopped crying and let me coddle her like I was doing now while obediently sitting on my lap with her hands on her lap and her head lowered shyly.
She clearly knew how embarrassing the current scene looked as a high school boy was taking care of an adult and also the owner of the place. But after the flurry of emotions she went through, she needed a place to calm down, and my lap seemed like the perfect place to do so, as it gave some sort of warmth and safety that even the softest beds didn't give.
That's why she ignored the embarrassment she was feeling and sat on my lap like a coy little girl who was waiting for me to take care of her.
"Mmm." Nina softly grunted in a rather adorable manner and nodded her head. She then looked at me, who was looking at her from the side since she was sitting across my lap with her big eyes that looked so much more round at the moment, and said in a low tone, "...But I'm thirsty...I want something to drink."
She would've never acted in such a way that resembled a little girl who was wanting to be spoilt by her parents, even for the tiniest task, and would've tried her best to keep her fierce image.
But she seemed to have forgotten about that for the moment and looked like she simply wanted to get spoilt by me at the moment, seeing as to how she was looking at me in a loveable manner and asking to be coddled while in my embrace.
"I have a bottle of watermelon juice that we got earlier and a bottle of sasfra juice right here, Nina." I obediently complied with the wishes of the princess sitting on my lap and showed her the two juices to let her have her pick. "Do you want this one or this one?...Are do you want both?"
"I want this one." Nina pointed at the sasfra juice with a determined look on her pretty face that had been wiped clean by me and was currently free of any tears, when it was full of tears and snot earlier that I painstakingly cleaned with my handkerchief.
Nina then grabbed the sasfra juice out of my hand, pushed the other juice towards me, and said, "You can have the other juice, Kafka...I don't want it."
"Are you sure, Nina?...Do you not want some refreshing watermelon juice to wash down the bitterness of the sasfra juice?" I asked as I stroked her head like she was my pet cat, which she happily accepted, seeing that she almost made a delightful purring sound whenever my fingers flowed through her silky hair that was elegantly braided.
"No, you can have it, Kafka...Y-You probably need it more than me after consoling me for so long." Nina blushed and quietly slipped her drink while holding it with both hands like she was drinking a cup of hot chocolate, feeling guilty and ashamed that she made a child like me cheer her up.
"I'd much rather have a sip from your bottle since I want to see if the juice tastes any sweeter after your lips have been on it, just like you said earlier." I teased Nina, which made her look away in embarrassment and made her long ears flutter around, which was an astonishing sight no matter how I witnessed it.
And unexpectedly, Nina didn't deny my request, as after a moment of hesitation, she shyly handed me her bottle and seemed to be allowing me to have a sip like I asked for.
"Thank you, Nina...I'll cherish this little sip of your drink that you're giving me and treat it as our first time sharing a drink as a couple." I said with a smile on my face while taking a sip of her bottle, which made her ears turn red and made her give me a little punch on the chest while looking at me coyly.
This was what I was talking about. What I was witnessing right in front of me was the moment I had been waiting for.
The same Nina who would've pulled on my ears and given me an earful for referring to ourselves as a couple, and the same Nina who would've never shared her drink with me thinking that I had bad intentions, was now obediently following what I said without much of an outburst like she would've had earlier.
The feral beast in her that was willing to claw anyone that came too close to her or tried to pet her had completely vanished. And what was left after taming that ferocious tiger was a cute little kitten that had let her guard down and allowed her owner to pet and play around with her however I wanted to.
Even now, she quietly sat on my lap without a worry in the world of what I might do because of how much she trusted me in the moment, and she simply sipped her drink in an adorable manner, like she was drinking chocolate milk, while glancing at me from the side and quickly looking away in embarrassment from time to time.
This was absolutely the perfect moment to take advantage of her, since she was the most vulnerable. If it were any other moment that I tried to complete the given request, her fangs would be deep inside my neck as she dragged off my lifeless body.
But at the same time, even though she was really docile right now and wouldn't mind if I 'played' around with her a little since she hadn't had her guard up, I also knew that I couldn't take it too far or be too aggressive with her, or else she might scratch my face in a fright and run off.
I had to ease my way towards making her comply with the request and take my time step by step without rushing it, unless I wanted the beast inside of her to come out again.
Even a kiss on the lips would probably alert her, as that would be an action that would be crossing the border and making our relationship irreversible, so I had to tread along the lines and satiate her even if she disagreed if I wanted to complete my request and survive.
And all this starts with a simple doubt about the watermelon juice in my hand... Find more to read at novelbuddy.com