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

Chapter 371: I Want A Tattoo!

"A heart, Kafka!...There’s a heart on my breasts!" Nina exclaimed in pleasent disbelief when she saw the two curly lines on each of her areolas coming together to form a heart. "I’ve now got a heart not only under my breasts but on top of my chest as well!"

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, as she was already quite impressed that Kafka could make such smooth-looking lines on her chest with no tools whatsoever. But when she saw those two parrel lines, which went around her nipples, converge together to form a heart, her eyes couldn’t help but go too wide, and her lips parted in amazement at what she was seeing.

The heart marked on her chest also looked really realistic with the way the lines Kafka created gave off a red glow on her light purple areolas, like it was an actual heart with crimson blood flowing through it.

This fascinated Nina, who was like a child who had gotten her face painted for the first time. She couldn’t help but want to look at herself in the mirror and squeel at how cute that extra detail Kafka added to her body looked.

"Yep, it’s a heart, Nina...I thought you would get lonely when I’m not here with you sometimes, so I made this to show that no matter how far we may be away from one another, our love will always bring us together, just like how a heart will form when you press your breasts into one another."

Kafka said as he held onto Nina’s breasts and pushed them into one another until her breasts became one big conglomeration of fat to reveal the heart that was hidden in plain sight.

Honestly, the real reason Kafka chose to make a heart was because it was the most simple marking he could think of.

He wanted to give her something like a brand, but he settled for a heart instead since it was much easier to make and used some dumb excuse to cover it up.

But even though he thought that the story he made up was rather stupid, Nina had completely fallen for the sentimental hole Kafka had created.

She genuinely thought that Kafka had noticed the loneliness that had been hidden in her eyes for too long and made something like this to cheer her up when she was alone, which made her heart warm up and get filled with gratitude for his sympathetic gesture that came when she needed it the most.

"Thank you, Kafka!~ Thank you so much for something like this!~" Nina exclaimed as she couldn’t contain how joyful and appreciative she felt at the moment and hugged the boy in front of her who made her feel that way, with eyes that were full of overwhelming love for him. "You just don’t know how much this means to me!~"

Nina thought that words weren’t enough to show just how grateful she was to Kafka for being so thoughtful of her and also for making her feel like the most treasured woman in the world, so she decided to not just stop herself from saying how thankful she was and literally portrayed it by giving a rapid barrage of kisses on cheeks, which looked so kissable in Nina’s eyes at the moment.

Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~

Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~

Kafka’s cheeks were absolutely hammered by Nina’s passionate lips, who wrapped herself around his neck to make sure she was as close to him as possible.

She took turns to kiss each of his cheeks, which surely would’ve been covered in pink wax if she were wearing lipstick.

Kafka himself didn’t know why he got such a big reward for telling a simple lie to cover up his laziness, but he wasn’t going to ruin it by asking questions and let the gorgeous Tigress maul his face to her heart’s desire.

"What do you think I should do, Kafka?...I want this heart you’ve made on my chest to last forever, and I never want it to fade away from my body because of how much it means to me." Nina said whilst lying on his strong chest that made her feel so safe, exhausted after bombarding his face in her kisses.

"But as much as I want to trace over it with a proper tattoo to make it permanent, just like I said, I don’t want anyone else to see it since it would be way too embarrassing if they were to see such a mark on such a sensitive part of my body."

"The aunties to whom I sometimes go to the hotsprings would think that I’m getting influenced in a bad way after seeing the tattoo and hold an intervention for me after bringing in the entire neighbourhood, which is something that I can’t handle."

Nina said as she rubbed her face all over Kafka’s chest in frustration for being unable to come to a decision if she was going to get a tattoo or not.

She also wanted Kafka to be the one to put the tattoo on her body or else it would lose all of its meaning, showing just how much she trusted Kafka and his artistic skills after seeing his work since not anyone would trust a complete amateur with leaving a permanent mark on her body.

While Nina was already planning on buying a tattoo gun for Kafka to use, Kafka himself almost started coughing in a frenzy when he heard that she wanted to turn his simple marking into a tattoo.

He didn’t expect that it would be that big of a deal for her, where she was even willing to make it permanent. He also wasn’t too fond of the idea of solidifying and making something he made half-heartedly into an actual tattoo.

"What about your husband, Nina?...What would happen if he were to see the tattoo on your chest?" Kafka tried to persuade Nina to change her decision, using her husband as a threat. "I know he’d be quite happy to see a tattoo on your chest, since the scene of two nipples converging to form a heart is a really erotic sight...But what would you say if he asks why exactly you got the tattoo?"

Nina wasn’t at all alarmed by this question since she knew that her husband would never be able to see her naked breasts, and there was no need to be scared at all.

But there was no way she could say that too Kafka, or else he would surely start asking why a husband wouldn’t see his wife naked, which would end up revealing a lot about her complicated relationship.

"What are you talking about, Kafka?~ Why are you talking as if I have some other husband when you’re the only hubby I got?...Or is that you think that your dear wife is cheating on you with someone else~"

Nina acted as if her actual husband didn’t exist to divert the topic from him. She even rubbed her plump chest against him and looked up at him in a coquettish manner to make him forget what he asked.

"No, Nina...I already know that you wouldn’t look at other men aside from me after having a taste of my dick inside of you...So you cheating on me is off the book in my mind." Kafka said with a sly smile on his face and was successfully distracted by Nina’s swaying tits that were pressing into him and changing shapes.

Nina couldn’t help but blush when Kafka mentioned his penis, and it made her wonder just how big it was that Kafka was so confident that she wouldn’t dare look at anyone else after experiencing it.

Because of her naughty desires to know his size, she even silently tried to wiggle her butt around the crotch area she was sitting on to try and feel up his package. But unfortunately she could only feel his sturdy remote or flashlight to whatever was in his pocket that seemed to have magically grown bigger than it was before.

She wasn’t able to feel up his penis; that must have been buried underneath, or at least that’s what she thought.

"I also don’t think I would be able to keep myself from your breasts if I were to see them with a lewd tattoo on it, so for the sake of not drinking your milk dry and to not let our babies starve because I’m hogging their mother’s tits, let’s not get that tattoo you want Nina...Rather, I’ll mark your body whenever it fades away if that’s fine with you, Nina."

Kafka said in a appeasing manner like it were really a danger for their children if she got a tattoo and hoped that this would be enough to dissuade her, seeing as to how worked up she got when children were mentioned.

But even though Kafka was trying his best to convey his opinion to Nina, Nina herself was completely distracted with doing something else and didn’t hear a word of what he said.

Nina’s curiousity to know how big Kafka was didn’t simmer down at all after her first failed attempt, and she continued to quietly grind her firm ass on his lap.

Grind~ Wiggle~ Grind~

She hoped that by digging deep enough into his lap she would be able to feel something that resembled the penis she was looking for and find out just what sort of weapon Kafka was packing, which probably came from her animalistic instincts to know how good her partner’s package was when it came to making babies.

But little did she know that even though she was trying her best to be as silent as possible with the way she was jerking her hips all over Kafka’s lap, which looked like she was giving him a lap dance, Kafka had already found out what she was doing after not hearing a reply from her, and he was currently looking down at her with a puzzled look on his face, wondering if the Tigress that was rubbing her crotch on his lap had really gone into heat...