God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 663: Feel How Much He Has Grown

Kafka rose from his crouched position, his hands lingering on their hips, his innocent smile a stark contrast to the erotic chaos he'd orchestrated. As he stood, towering over them, his gaze flicked between their flushed faces, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"What were you two whispering about just now?" He asked, his voice light but tinged with playful suspicion, his head tilting as he studied them. "Sounded like something serious."

Olivia gulped, her cheeks flaming as she waved her hands frantically, her voice tumbling out in a flustered rush.

"Nothing, nothing at all, Kafi!" She blurted, her eyes darting away from his probing gaze. "Just...boring stuff, you know, things you wouldn't be interested in. Girl talk, that's all."

She forced a smile, her pulse racing as she gestured toward the dining table, desperate to shift the focus.

"We should eat dinner now, shouldn't we? No more delays—the food's probably getting cold!"

Her words were a hasty deflection, her eyes avoiding the incriminating puddle beneath her, the evidence of her surrender she longed to ignore.

But before she could take a step toward the table, Abigaille's hand shot out, gently but firmly grasping her arm.

"Hold on, Livia." She said, her voice a sultry purr, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Not so fast. Kafi needs to strip down too, don't you think? It's only fair."

She turned to Kafka, her smile teasing, her succubus aura flaring with intent.

"You must be hot in all those clothes, Kafi. Why don't you join us in your underwear?...It'll cool you off, and we'll all be on the same page."

Olivia froze, her breath catching as she glanced at Kafka, her eyes instinctively tracing the lines of his body, still clad in his snug shirt and pants.

"Is that...really necessary?" She asked, her voice hesitant, her gaze flickering over him. "He's not even sweating, not like us."

Her words were a weak protest, but beneath them lay a flicker of curiosity, a forbidden desire she fought to suppress.

She'd felt the strength of his body under her hands, the chiseled hardness of his frame, and the thought of seeing it bare sent a shiver through her, one she knew she shouldn't indulge.

Abigaille's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a knowing tease.

"Necessary?" She echoed, her tone dripping with amusement. "It's not about necessity, Liv—it's about fairness. We're standing here, stripped down to our underwear, all...exposed. Why should Kafi get to stay all covered up?"

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, her words meant to provoke. "Besides, don't you want to see him? Just a little peek at that strong, sexy body of his?"

Olivia's face flushed, her heart pounding as she recognized Abigaille's game—pushing her to confront her feelings, to acknowledge the desire she was trying so hard to bury. She opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes betrayed her, lingering on Kafka's broad shoulders, the way his shirt hugged his chest.

She did want to see him, to marvel at how her once—scrawny son had transformed into this powerful, sculpted man.

The thought was shameful, but undeniable, and as her gaze met Abigaille's, she saw the silent encouragement, the invitation to let go, just a little.

Kafka chuckled, his voice a low, easy rumble as he caught their expectant stares. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"I wasn't planning on stripping down." He said, his tone casual, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm fine like this, not nearly as hot as you two. But since you're both so eager..." He shrugged, his grin widening as he gripped the hem of his shirt. "Guess I don't mind joining the party."

With a slow motion, he peeled the shirt over his head, tossing it aside to reveal his chiseled upper body that looked carved from marble—broad shoulders, defined pecs, abs rippling with every movement.

The sight was breathtaking, a testament to strength and discipline, and Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching as she took him in.

She'd felt his body before, pressed against her, but seeing it bare was something else entirely.

Her son, once a frail boy, had become a man, his physique a stark contrast to the scrawny child she remembered. Her gaze lingered on the hard planes of his chest, the taut lines of his abs, a flush creeping up her neck as she fought the urge to reach out, to trace the contours with her fingers.

Abigaille, ever the instigator, seized the moment, sidling up to Olivia with a teasing grin.

"Well, don't you like it?" She purred, her voice a seductive whisper. "Look at him, Liv so well-built, so hot. Bet you're dying to touch him all over, aren't you? Run your hands over those muscles, feel how strong he is."

Olivia snapped out of her daze, her face flaming as she shook her head vehemently.

"N-No, that's not it!" She stammered, her voice high-pitched with panic. "I wasn't thinking that at all!"

But her eyes betrayed her, darting back to Kafka's torso, unable to fully pull away from the sight. The denial felt hollow, her body humming with a longing she couldn't voice.

Abigaille laughed, her tone light but relentless.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy." She said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "He's your son you can do anything to him, and he won't mind. Right, Kafi?"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Olivia's hand, her grip firm and playful, and tugged her toward Kafka.

Before Olivia could protest, Abigaille pushed her forward, her breasts squishing against Kafka's bare chest, the contact sending a jolt of heat through her. Abigaille followed, pressing herself against Kafka's other side, her own breasts rubbing against his arm, her crotch brushing his leg in a sensual tease.

"Mmm..." Abigaille purred, her fingers trailing over Kafka's chest, her touch slow and appreciative. "Feels like you've been working out hard, Kafi. This body's so much stiffer, so much more...solid than before." Her voice was a sultry caress, her eyes flicking to Olivia as if daring her to join in.

Kafka chuckled, his tone modest but pleased. "Not really." He said, his hands resting lightly on their hips. "Haven't been hitting the gym much, just...staying active, I guess."

Abigaille shook her head, her fingers circling his pecs, her touch lingering.

"Nonsense." She said, her voice firm but teasing. "You're stronger, Kafi, and you feel stronger. Don't you think so, Olivia?" She turned to Olivia, her eyes gleaming with expectation, catching her mid-stare, her hand hovering near Kafka's abs, caught in the act of admiring him.

Olivia flinched, her cheeks burning as she realized she'd been staring, her fingers itching to touch. Kafka's gaze was on her as well, warm and unjudging, and Abigaille's encouragement was a siren call, tempting her to give in.

Unable to resist, she let her hand drift forward, her fingers brushing his abs, the hard, warm surface sending a thrill through her.

"Y-Yes." She said, her voice distant, almost reverent. "Compared to last time...when you were so skinny, so scrawny...you're so different now, Kafi. So...strong." Her touch lingered, tracing the ridges of his muscles, her heart racing with awe and forbidden desire.

Abigaille clapped her hands, her excitement bubbling over.

"Yes, exactly!" She exclaimed, her voice bright with shared delight. "Our little baby boy, the fragile one we used to hold in our arms, turned into this...this man, towering over us with these rock-hard muscles." She pressed herself closer, her breasts squishing against his arm, her fingers teasing his bicep. "He could pick us both up without breaking a sweat, couldn't he?"

Her smile turned mischievous, her voice dropping to a provocative whisper.

"And you know, with a body like this, he could dominate us if he wanted to. Completely overpower us, make us do whatever he pleases. We'd be helpless, just...succumbing to his every wish." She caressed his nipple, her touch tender, her eyes flicking to Olivia to gauge her reaction.

Olivia's breath hitched, her eyes widening in alarm.

"Abigaille, why would you say that?" She gasped, her voice trembling with fear and indignation. "That's...that's not something to joke about!" Her heart raced, Abigaille's words painting a vivid, taboo picture that both terrified and thrilled her.

"Oh, relax, Olivia." She said, her tone teasing. "I'm just saying it out loud, not meaning anything by it."

"...Just admiring our boy, that's all." Her fingers lingered on Kafka's chest, her touch a silent challenge to Olivia's resolve.

Before Olivia could respond, Kafka's hands moved, sliding around their waists and down to their asses, groping them firmly, pulling them closer until their breasts squished against his chest.

"Nnn!♡~"

The sudden intimacy made Olivia gasp, her body pressed tight against his, Abigaille mirroring her on the other side.

"You know..." Kafka said, his voice a low, possessive growl, his eyes flicking between their flustered faces. "I'm not the only one with a good body here. Both of you your bodies are...incredible." His fingers dug into their asses, the pressure sending a shiver through them. "Any guy can work out, build muscles like mine...But these curves? These plump, sexy assets?"

"...That's a God-given gift, a blessing no woman could ever replicate."

He pulled them tighter, their faces tilted up to meet his gaze, their bodies molded against his.

"I'm the luckiest guy alive to have you as my moms, you know." He said, his voice thick with adoration, a possessive edge cutting through. "Because of that, I get to play with these perfect bodies whenever I want. No other man could ever have that."

His hands groped harder, his touch bold and unapologetic, his words a declaration of ownership that made Olivia's heart pound, her body trembling with shame and exhilaration...