God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 574 : Battle Of Dirty Speech

The room fell silent for a heartbeat, Camila and Nina staring in a daze at Abigaille's colossal assets—like twin mountains of flesh, impossibly grand and commanding attention.

Their jaws slackened slightly, their eyes wide as they took in the sight, wondering just how they'd grown so enormous, so perfectly rounded, dwarfing their own in a way that was almost humbling.

Nina snapped out of her trance first, a teasing smile tugging at her lips as she let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, of course." She sald, her tone laced with mock exasperation. "Leave it to Abi to never want to lose out, huh? And the truth is I really can't compete with those huge monsters you have, so you've got me beat hands down."

She paused, then grittinb her teeth in playful frustration, as she stepped forward to wrap her arms around Abigaille in a tight hug.

"But it's not fair you've got such massive tits!" She whined, burying her face in Abigaille's chest and rubbing her cheek against the soft, overwhelming expanse. "Come on, share some with me—give me a little of that magic!"

Abigaille let out a flustered squeak, her hands hovering uncertainly before settling on Nina's head, patting it gently as her cheeks burned brighter.

"Oh, Nina, stop it! That tickles!" She laughed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and affection. She gave a wry smile, her tone softening. "But...honestly, I'm not even that impressive and I only said so because I didn't want to be left out."

"...In actuality, there's someone else out there with breasts bigger than mine—and they're firm and upright too unlike mine. Every time I see them and just wonder how something so massive can stay so...perfect."

Camila and Nina pulled back simultaneously, their eyes widening in unison as they stared at her, shock rippling across their faces.

"Wait—Shat?!" Camila exclaimed, her voice rising with disbelief. "Bigger than yours? And firm too? Who the hell is this anomaly of a woman?"

"Yeah, spill it, Abi!" Nina demanded, her hands planting on her hips as she leaned forward eagerly. "You can't just drop that and leave us hanging—who's got these magical tits that beat even yours?!"

Abigaille's smile turned warm and knowing, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she glanced between them. "It's Kafka's other mother, Olivia." She said simply, her voice carrying a quiet reverence. "She's the one with breasts so big and in shape that even I feel like I'm losing out to her."

The revelation hit like a thunderclap, leaving Camila and Nina momentarily speechless.

"Olivia?! It's actually her?!" Camila repeated, her brows shooting up as she thought of Kafka's second mother who she had spoken with on the phone but had never actually met yet in person. "You mean there's another pair of breasts in this family that outdoes yours? How is that even possible?"

Nina whistled low, shaking her head in awe. "Okay, now I've got to meet Olivia. If she's got bigger ones than you and they're firm—God, Kafka must be in heaven every time he's around her. No wonder he's so obsessed with size!"

Camila smirked, recovering her composure as she crossed her arms under her own chest, giving them a subtle lift. "Well, that explains a lot. The boy's got a type, clearly—big and bountiful runs in the family. But I'm still not convinced mine aren't in the running. I mean, look at these they're still a contender!"

Nina rolled her eyes, grinning as she nudged Abigaille playfully. "Oh, give it up, Camila. You heard Abi—hers are the champs here, and now we've got Olivia out there raising the bar even higher. We're just peasants in the presence of royalty!"

Abigaille laughed, her flush fading into a sheepish grin as she waved them off. "Oh, stop it, both of you! It's not a competition—well, maybe it is for you two, but I'm just happy Kafka's happy with what's he's got. And Olli....Well, she's something else entirely. You'll see when you meet her."

Camila narrowed her eyes, a competitive spark flaring again. "Oh, I'll meet her alright. And when I do, I'm sizing her up—literally. No way I'm letting some mystery woman outshine me without a fight."

Nina snorted, looping an arm around Abigaille's shoulders. "Good luck with that, Camila. I'm just gonna cozy up to Abi here and hope some of that breast magic rubs off on me. Olivia can keep her crown—I'm not tangling with that level of perfection!"

Their laughter echoed through the room, a vibrant sense of playful rivalry and shared astonishment washing away the earlier tension, while Kafka stood there, his bemused grin masking the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in his head.

Fiona's absurd divine request still loomed large, but amidst the chaos of their bickering, he'd finally settled on a plan—a sultry, tantalizing show that'd not only fulfill the goddess's bizarre demand but also give the watching gods above a performance they'd never forget.

His eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and determination as he mentally prepared himself to milk his women in the most seductive way possible.

Camila, still chuckling, caught his gaze and flashed a sly smile, her competitive spark reigniting.

"Well..." She said, her voice dropping into a smooth, confident drawl. "I might not be able to compete with this mysterious Olivia in terms of sheer assets those colossal wonders Abigaille's raving about—but I've got something none of them can match."

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She paused for effect, letting her words hang in the air as she sauntered closer to Kafka, her hips swaying with deliberate allure.

"My charm, my seduction—my ability to make any man melt with just a look, which you two clearly don't have with how easily flustered you become."

"...That's where I shine, and I'm about to prove it."

And before anyone could react, Camila closed the distance between her and Kafka in a heartbeat, pressing her body against his with a sultry grace.

Her hands slid up his chest, her full breasts rubbing against him in slow, deliberate circles, the fabric of her top doing little to hide their softness as they molded to his frame. She then tilted her head back, gazing up at him with hooded eyes, her lips parting as her voice dipped into an erotic purr.

"Kafka..." She murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "You can do anything you want with these squeeze them, suck them, bury your face in them till you can't breathe. I'll let you fuck them raw, leave them dripping with you—none of the others would let you get this filthy with theirs."

"...Tell me you want it, baby I'll make it so dirty you'll never forget~♡~"

The sudden shift sent a jolt through Nina and Abigaille, their eyes widening as they watched Camila's brazen display. Never did they expect that not only would Camila say the appeal of her own breasts, but she would take a step further and tell him all sorts of dirty ways he could use them.

Nina's cheeks flushed red, a mix of shock and indignation flaring in her chest. "Oh, no you don't!" She snapped, her voice trembling with a competitive edge as she darted forward, unwilling to let Camila steal the spotlight.

She then also pressed herself against Kafka's other side, her perky breasts pushing firmly against his arm as she wrapped her hands around him, her touch light but insistent.

She knew that she couldn't complete with Camila in terms of uttering such dirty words. But luckily she had been reading a few 'spicy' books so that she could maybe put in use whenever Kafka came over and it seemed like the perfect moment to put all the dialogue she had learnt to use.

"Kafka..." She cooed, her voice softening into a sweet, filthy whisper, even though she was slightly stammering in shame. "F-Forget Camila—Mine are yours to play with however you like. Y-You can pinch them till I scream, bite them, slap them around I'll let you...c-cum all over them, make a mess of me."

"...Hers can't handle that kind of rough treatment—say you want mine instead~♡~"

Abigaille, caught off guard but also refusing to be left out, hesitated only a moment before joining the fray. Her massive breasts pressed against Kafka's back, their sheer size enveloping him as she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.

"No, Kafi dear..." She murmured, her voice shy yet laced with a quiet, vulgar heat as she too recited the lines from the 'late night dramas' she had been watching. "Don't look at them since m-mine are for you to ruin. You can s-suck them dry, fuck them until they're sore, smear them with whatever you want."

"...I-I'll even let you choke me with them if that's what gets you off. Hers can't take it like mine can—tell them you need these instead~♡~"

Hearing Abigaille say such dirty words caught both Nina and Camila off guard and they really wanted to know where she learned to speak in such a vulgar manner.

Meanwhile, Kafka stood there, suddenly sandwiched between three sets of breasts smushing against him from every angle—Camila's lush curves grinding against his front, Nina's pert mounds teasing his side, and Abigaille's colossal assets pressing into his back, which made Kafka who was being suffocated by their bouncy assets understand what heaven on earth was like.

Camila, who was in a daze after finding out that her rivals also had an arsenal of dirty speech up their sleeves as well, shook her head to get her head in the game.

She then slid her hands higher as she rubbed her breasts more firmly against his chest, ready to unleash another onslaught of words to show both of them that they couldn't compare to her when it comes to the art of seduction...