God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 582: Punish Me, Daddy!

Camila didn't stop even amongst the whispers coming from Nina and Abigaille from the side, her voice growing breathier as Kafka's hands roamed her chest, his fingers teasing her nipples now, pinching and rolling them with expert precision.

She moaned, leaning into his touch as she rambled on. "And this—oh, fuck, Daddy, the way you're playing with my nipples right now, leaving your mark all over me—I'd dream about this too!"

"You biting me, sucking me till I was covered in little bruises, proof you'd been there. I think...I think that's why they got so big, you know? These breasts—they grew for you!"

"All that love I had bottled up, all that need to make you notice me more than anyone else. I'd catch myself in the mirror sometimes, cupping them, thinking, 'If they were bigger, maybe Daddy'd look at me instead of...."

Her gaze flicked sideways then, landing on Abigaille with a sudden, pointed intensity that made her freeze.

"...Instead of her."

Camila added, her voice dipping into something sharp and possessive as she nodded toward Abigaille like she was stepping into the role of her mother.

"I'd watch you with her—Mom, always so perfect, so cherished—and I'd burn up inside. Jealous as hell. The way you'd look at her, Daddy, like she was your whole world, just because her breasts were so big and full. I'd stare at her..." Her eyes dropped deliberately to Abigaille's chest, lingering there with a mix of envy and challenge "...and think, 'Why does she get all that? Why's it always her you spoil?' I wanted it to be me. I wanted you to see my breasts, to love me like that—more than her, more than anyone."

Abigaille jolted, her hands flying up to cover her chest instinctively as her face turned an even brighter shade of crimson.

"Camila—W-What are you even saying? When did I become your mother?...I-I mean, how can I be your parent when your older then me?!" She sputtered, her voice a strangled mix of embarrassment and outrage.

Nina, beside her, choked on a laugh, her own blush deepening as she whispered. "Oh my God, she's dragging you into this now, she's lost it, Abi, completely lost it."

Kafka smiled at this sight and then pulled back just enough to glance at Camila's face, his lips wet and curved into a wicked grin as he caught the thread of her fantasy.

"You little minx." He growled, his voice thick with heat as he tweaked her nipple harder, making her gasp. "Jealous of your own mother, huh? Wanting Daddy all to yourself? That's some filthy shit, sweetheart—and here I thought I was the twisted one."

"...Look at you, spilling all these secrets while I mark you up—bet you'd love it if I fucked you right in front of her, wouldn't you? Show her who my real princess is now."

He ducked back down, his mouth latching onto her breast again, sucking with renewed fervor as his hands gripped her tighter, feeding into the chaos of her words.

Camila's laugh was shaky, edged with delirium as she squirmed against him. "Oh, Daddy, you get it—fuck, you get it." She panted, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed him closer. "I'd imagine that too—her watching, seeing you choose me, seeing how much better I could be for you."

"All those times she'd flaunt herself, thinking she had you locked down—I'd think, 'Just wait till he gets a load of these.' And now you have, and—oh God, don't stop—it's everything I wanted."

"...Mark me up, Daddy, make me yours, make her see I'm the one you can't resist."

Her voice cracked with a moan, her body trembling as she lost herself in the lewd spiral of her own making, oblivious to the stunned, red-faced audience she'd left in her wake.

Kafka's mouth pulled away from her breast with a wet pop, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at Camila, his expression shifting from playful to something darker, more serious.

"You know, sweetheart." He said, his voice low and edged with a sternness that made her breath catch. "I can handle my little girl having feelings for me. That's fine—Daddy's flattered, even...But to actually be jealous of your own mother? To resent her like that, wishing you could take her place?"

"...That's something I can't just let slide."

He straightened up, towering over her now, his hands still resting on her chest as he locked eyes with her, his gaze intense and unyielding.

"That's crossing a line, Camila. And for that? You need to be punished. Punished for being so damn wicked, envying your own mom like some spoiled brat."

Camila's eyes widened, a thrill shooting through her as his words sank in. Her pussy clenched, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs, soaking her even more as her nipples tightened into aching points.

She squirmed under his stare, her voice coming out fervent and shaky with excitement.

"Punished?" She breathed, her lips parting as she leaned closer, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Oh, Daddy, how? How're you gonna punish me? How're you gonna put me in my place?...Tell me, please—I need to know."

Kafka's grin returned, slow and wicked, his eyes glinting with menace. "Well, baby girl..." He drawled, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts again, giving them a firm squeeze. "At first, I thought about spanking that fat little ass of yours. Bending you over, making it nice and red till you learned your lesson. But then I remembered—" His thumbs brushed her nipples, making her gasp. "—I'm already playing with these gorgeous tits. Why waste the chance and I thought I'll punish these instead. Teach you right where it counts."

Camila's breath hastened, her chest heaving as she stared at him, her voice trembling with eager curiosity.

"Punish my breasts? How, Daddy? What're you gonna do to them?" Her tone was full with lust, her body practically begging for whatever he had in mind, her skin flushing hot under his touch.

And in response he tilted his head, his grin widening as he let the tension build.

"How I'm going to punish you?...Well, the same way you spank an ass, Camila. The exact same way you normally punish a naughty girl like you." He said simply, his voice dropping to a rough growl.

And then, without another word, he reared back his hand and slap—brought it down hard across her right breast.

Slap!~

The sound cracked through the room, sharp and startling, her flesh jiggling wildly from the impact.

A bright red handprint bloomed across her pale skin, her breast flopping back into place as she yelped, shock and fluster painting her face.

Seeing this, Nina flinched, her hands flying to her mouth as she let out a muffled. "Oh my God!"

Abigaille's jaw dropped, her blush spreading down her neck as she stared, wide-eyed, muttering. "He...He actually did it. He actually slapped her b-breasts?" The room seemed to shrink under the weight of the moment, every eye locked on Camila's quivering form.

Kafka then paused, his hand hovering as he looked at her, his tone softening just enough to check in.

"How'd that feel, sweetheart? Did it hurt?"

Camila's chest heaved, her breath ragged as she glanced down at the stinging red mark, then back up at him. And then to Nina and Abigaille's shock her voice came out flustered, raw, and dripping with honesty.

"It...It did hurt, Daddy." She admitted, her cheeks burning as she bit her lip. "Stung like hell, actually."

"...But knowing it's you—knowing my father's the one punishing me, putting me in my place—I can't help it. It's making me so fucking excited!♡~"

She shifted, pointing shakily at her nipples, now painfully hard and jutting out like little peaks.

"Look at them—they're so hard right now. I can't even think straight—it's like the pain's turning me on more."

Kafka's eyes darkened, a hungry edge creeping into his grin as he watched her unravel. "My god, you're a lewd little thing, aren't you?" He growled, his voice bellied with arousal. "Getting off on your own punishment? That's not right, baby girl you're too damn filthy for your own good....Guess I've gotta keep going, huh? Punish you till you learn."

And then without waiting for her reply, he swung again—slap his hand cracking against her left breast this time, sending it bouncing as another red mark flared to life.

Slap!~

Then, before she could catch her breath, he struck the right one again—slap—and kept going, alternating left and right in a steady, relentless rhythm.

Slap!~ Slap!~ Slap!~

And along with the sharp slaps, Camila's moans spilled out, a combination of ecstasy and pain as her breasts flopped and jiggled under his assault, the skin glowing redder with each hit.

"Oh—fuck, Daddy!♡~" She cried, her voice breaking as she arched into it, her body trembling. "Yes—punish me, please!♡~ I've been so bad—jealous and greedy—make me feel it!♡~"

Her thighs squeezed together, her arousal soaking through as the sharp sting of each slap mingled with the thrill of his dominance, her nipples throbbing with every impact.

Nina turned her face into Abigaille's shoulder, half-laughing, half-horrified. "S-She's actually loving this look at her, Abi, she's a mess!"

Abigaille just shook her head, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I can't—I can't even process this. She's become so lewd, and Kafi...Kafi's just feeding into it."

But Camila didn't hear them, didn't care—her world had narrowed to Kafka's hands, the heat of his punishment, and the dark, delicious spiral they'd tumbled into together.

That is until Kafka's hands paused mid-air, the faint tremor in his fingers betraying how much he was enjoying this twisted game as much as she was.

Camila's chest heaved, her breasts a patchwork of glowing red handprints, each mark a piece of evidence to their shared descent into this heated chaos.

Her eyes, glassy with a mix of pain and pleasure, locked onto his, a silent plea shimmering in their depths as her lips parted, breathless and eager.

"More, Daddy?" She whispered, her voice a sultry rasp, dripping with need. "You're not done with me yet, right? I've been so bad—don't stop now!♡~"

Her hips shifted, thighs rubbing together as the slick heat between them betrayed just how much she craved this, her nipples standing out like hard, desperate little beacons against her flushed skin.

Kafka's grin twisted into something feral, his breath hitching as he drank in her willingness—her enthusiasm—for the punishment they'd woven together.

"Oh, sweetheart." He growled, his voice thick and rough. "You're damn right I'm not done. You're begging for it, aren't you? My dirty little girl, loving every second of this." He cupped her breasts again, gentler this time, thumbs brushing over her swollen nipples just to feel her shudder under his touch. "You want Daddy to keep going? Keep making these tits pay for that filthy jealousy of yours?"

"Yes—please!♡~" Camila moaned, her head tipping back as she pressed herself into his hands, her body practically vibrating with anticipation. "I want it, Daddy. I deserve it!"

"....Punish me however you want, just don't hold back. I'm yours to fix!♡~"

Her eagerness was unmistakable, woven into every word, every trembling inch of her as she surrendered to the erotic dance they'd started.

Kafka chuckled, his hands tightening on her as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

"Alright, baby girl, you asked for it." He murmured, his tone dripping with promise. "Let's see how much you can take." He pulled back just enough to raise his hand again, but this time he didn't go straight for the slap.

Instead, he let his fingers graze her right breast, teasing the tender, reddened skin with a featherlight touch that made her whimper, her body tensing in delicious expectation.

Slap!~

Then slap, he brought his palm down, softer than before but still firm enough to send her breast bouncing, the sting drawing a sharp, needy gasp from her lips.

"Fuck—yes!♡~" She cried, her voice cracking as she writhed, the mix of pain and pleasure lighting her up from the inside. "Like that, Daddy—keep going!♡~"

Her encouragement spurred him on, and he struck again—slap this time on the left, watching with hooded eyes as her flesh jiggled and another faint red bloom joined the canvas he'd made of her chest.

Nina, still clinging to Abigaille, let out a nervous giggle, her face buried half in her older sister's shoulder. "She's...she's really into this, huh? Like, really into it." She mumbled, her own cheeks still flushed as she peeked at the scene.

Abigaille nodded, her voice a shaky whisper. "Yeah, and my Kafi's matching her energy."

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Kafka didn't let up, his rhythm slow and deliberate now, each slap a measured burst of sensation that kept Camila teetering on the edge.

Slap right breast.

Slap left.

He alternated with a hypnotic rhythm, pausing between strikes to knead her tender flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was moaning nonstop, a lewd symphony of "Oh, Daddy!♡~ Ahhh, fuck!♡~ Nnnn, more!♡~" spilling from her lips.

Her pussy was also a mess, the wetness seeping through her thighs as she squirmed, the erotic sting of his punishment pushing her higher with every hit.

"You feel that, sweetheart?" He rasped, his voice hoarse with his own arousal as he landed another sharp slap across her right breast, watching it sway. "That's what you get for being such a greedy little thing. Wanting Daddy all to yourself—gonna make sure you remember who's in charge here." He pinched her nipple hard after the next slap, twisting just enough to make her yelp, her body arching into him as she chased the sensation.

Camila's hands gripped his arms, nails digging in as she panted, her words tumbling out in a lust-drunk haze.

"I do—I remember, Daddy! I'm yours, all yours! Punish me till I'm good again, till I'm perfect for you!♡~"

Her breasts throbbed under his relentless attention, the heat and sting blending into a euphoric buzz that had her trembling, her euphoria loud and clear in every moan, every plea.

"Harder Daddy, please!♡~ I can take it, I swear!♡~"