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

Chapter 150: Unobstructed Canvas

"But just what are you going to do with my back?" Camila joked around, not understanding what I was trying to do. "Are you going to take a pen and write 'Owned By Kafka' in big bold letters?"

"No, that's more along the lines of branding, which is also a nice idea...But something like that would be much better to put right on top of your pussy, which you would see whenever you look at a mirror, to make you understand just who the tiny hole down there belongs to and just who's cock is allowed to make a mess of it." I said as I used my thumb to rub the area above her crotch, like I was searching for the perfect place to put down that 'brand' to show the world just to whom Camila belonged to.

Blush~

Camila's cheeks turned red when she heard my words, and she tried to push my hand that was touching the smooth but soft area above her panties and below her tummy away.

But she couldn't do so no matter how she tried, as I was too focused on thinking of the style her crotch tattoo, which was also a 'brand' of its own, could be, and kept my fingers lodged on that area, like it helped me think better if I did so.

And after seeing that I was only touching the area above her nether regions and wasn't going anywhere below, Camila gave me a flustered glare and reluctantly let me do whatever I wanted with a shameful look on her face.

"And something like your slender back, that's as white as paper and as smooth as a block of ivory, would only be blasphemized if I were to write such vulgar words.

And only deserves to be turned into a piece of art that the world isn't ready to see because of how beautiful it would look on your already ravishing back that looks like it were sculpted by the Gods." I explained why only 'pure art' deserved to be on her back and not anything degenerative, even though seeing 'Kafka's Cumslut' on her back would be quite the sight that would make me rock hard every time I see it.

"...Art? A-As in a painting or drawing?" Camila whimpered, as she felt the area right above her uterus being massaged. "Are you going to get some paint and draw something on my back?"

"No...Paint would just add another layer of colour to your pale white back, and once it integrates into all the other colours, it would form a basic and boring picture that would hold no difference whether I'm painting it on your back or an actual canvas." I said like a veteran artist who was bored of the routine style of art and wanted to try something more creative that tested my potential.

"...And so I don't want to go down the traditional route and want to try something else that would make you feel like it's one with you and not just another layer of paint that's masking your back...Something that would make the piece of art that I'm about to create more vibrant and make it feel as if it's alive and breathing like a living tattoo that's stuck onto your skin."

"I see." Camila nodded her head and then looked straight at me and said, with a blank look on her face,

"...I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sigh...It's not something that can be explained so easily, and it's better if I just showed it to you." I said like an artist who's vision couldn't be realised by the common people.

I then moved myself up on the sofa so that I wasn't lying on my back anymore, looked at Camila, and told her,

"Turn around, so I can see your back and show you just exactly what I'm talking about."

"Like this?" Camila turned herself around by twisting her ass around my lap and sat in a position where I could perfectly see the outline of her curvaceous body.

Her white blouse was also rather thin and revealing, which vividly showcased her slender waist, which was probably slim in the past but now had a delicate layer of fat, which made her waist soft and bouncy to touch.

Her thin top also couldn't hide the outline of her round breasts that were pushing her blouse and peeking out from the sides, like they were trying to get a glimpse of me from the front.

"That's perfect, Camila."

I said as I admired the view before me and her ass, that was sticking out from her right jeans. I then put of nowhere, I pulled on the hems of her blouse like I was trying to peep at what was underneath it and said,

"...Now what you have to do next is take your top off."

"I have to take off my top??" Camila looked back and asked with a peculiar look on her face, while slapping my hands away and pulling down her white dress. "Can't you just lift up my dress a little and do whatever it is you're going to do?"

"I would do that if all I was going to work on was this small area down here..." I said as I put both my hands on the area where her butt started to rise and felt the gentle warmth emitting from it on my hand. "...But I'm going to be using your entire back as my canvas, so your top will have to come off."

"C-Can't you just 'mark' the place you're touching right now, instead of using my whole back?" She asked while looking back at me while her ears were bright red, embarrassed at the thought of being topless in front of me.

"I can..." I dragged my words while drawing circles on her back. "But that's only if you're too embarrassed to show your back to a kid who is less than half your age, when you're supposed to be the cool adult who remains unfazed in any situation here."

I decided to provoke her, and seeing how her body perked up the second I completed it, it was obvious it worked out.

"Who said I'm embarrassed?!" Camila reacted to my provocation, not willing to be made fun of by a little kid like me.

She then looked back at me like she wouldn't accept any kind of disrespect towards her and said, with a mean look in her eyes,

"I just thought it would be a little bit chilly if I took my top off, which made me consider taking it off...But to think that a brat like that is using that as an opportunity to underestimate me."

"I'll take my top off this moment to show you that I'm not meant to be underestimated!" And just as she said, she grabbed the hems of her clothes and, in one swift motion, lifted them above her body.

Swish~

As her blouse flew into the air, first her pale white waist, which was as smooth as polished coral, was revealed. Followed by the upper part of her back, which was wider than her waist below, to support the massive blobs of meat in the front.

The strap of her bra, which was holding her voluptuous breasts, was also shown to my eyes, and it looked like it was fast around her back, really tight, seeing how her strap was pressing into her back and making that narrow line of fabric sink into her delicate skin.

"How is that?! Didn't I say that removing my top in front of you is nothing for me?" Camila looked back and exclaimed with a victorious smile on her face, even though it was quite obvious that she was embarrassed by how red the back of her neck was.

"Yeah, you did." I absent-mindedly answered her as I stroked the long groove in the middle of her back, which sent shivers down her spine. "...Now all you have to do is remove your bra, and my canvas will be complete with no obstructions in the way."

"My bra?...Heh, that's not a problem at all, since I'm just removing it in front of a baby like you who doesn't bother me at all!" She said in a hurry without hearing what I said properly, so that I didn't think of her hesitation as a sign of weakness.

But it didn't take long for her to realise just what I said, as she looked back at me with a perturbed look on her face and asked,

"Wait?...Did you just ask me to take my bra off?-"

Click~

Slip~