God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 730 - 730: You're More Monkey Then Human

Kafka chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"That's fine and all, Mom. You did well jumping onto me...but you know…" His eyes drifted down, and a teasing smirk curled his lips. "You're still not hanging onto me as tightly as you could. It feels like you're barely clinging on."

Olivia's face flushed a deeper red at his words, her grip tightening slightly around his neck. "What are you talking about? I'm holding on just fine!"

He shook his head, his expression amused yet slightly challenging. "You can do better. If you really want to stay secure, you've got to hug me even tighter."

At that, Olivia's blush deepened, and she turned her head away. "I...I can't exactly do that…" She murmured, her voice faint.

"Hm?" Kafka leaned closer, his brows furrowing in curiosity. "Why not?"

She didn't answer directly. Instead, she cast a brief glance downward, her fingers fidgeting slightly against his nape. Following her gaze, Kafka finally realized what she meant.

Right between them, her massive breasts pressed against his chest, creating a noticeable gap between her soft stomach and his hard abdomen. The sheer size of them made it impossible for her to fully close the distance without compressing them.

There was even a hollow space separating their abdomens despite her best attempt to cling tightly.

"Ohhh…" Kafka exhaled, an amused chuckle escaping his lips. "Yeah...I see what you mean now." His eyes glinted mischievously. "With how big those are, you really can't get too close, huh?"

"Kafi!" Olivia gasped, her blush deepening as she smacked his shoulder lightly.

He only laughed harder. "No, really! Even when you jumped onto me, I felt this...push from them. For a second, I thought I was going to lose my balance and crack my head against the tree behind us."

Her lips parted in flustered indignation as she looked away. "Y-You don't have to say it like that…"

But Kafka shook his head, his voice turning soft yet confident. "It's no big deal. If you can't close the gap yourself...I'll just have to make up for it."

Before she could react, his strong arms shifted to her back and wrapped around her like an unyielding band of steel.

"K-Kafi?" Olivia squeaked.

"Relax, Mom. I've got you."

With steady pressure, he began pulling her in closer, his firm hands pressing against her back as her plush chest slowly compressed against his torso. Inch by inch, he applied more force, gently yet insistently closing the gap between them.

The sensation made Olivia's breath hitch as her breasts, already snug against him, began to flatten under the force. Their softness yielded and spread across his chest, conforming to the hard planes of his muscles.

"Ah…! Wait—" She gasped faintly, her fingers tightening reflexively around his neck.

But Kafka didn't stop. His voice rumbled near her ear, low and teasing. "Almost there…"

Her breasts, impossibly full and pliant, were now squished entirely against him, their generous flesh spreading outward slightly as they were compressed, creating the faintest bounce even in their pressed state. The once noticeable hollow gap had vanished completely.

"…There we go." Kafka smirked, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "See? Now you're holding on nice and tight."

Olivia's face burned crimson as she peeked up at him, utterly flustered. "I-I...It's not comfortable at all…" She mumbled. "Isn't this too close? Aren't I...crushing you?"

Kafka's grin softened into something warmer. "Not at all. I like this much better. I can feel more of you this way...especially those soft, warm breasts of yours pressing into me like this."

Her eyes widened, and she lightly smacked his shoulder again, though her movements lacked any real force. "Y-You're just saying that so you can get all touchy and feely with me, aren't you?"

"Maybe I am." Kafka admitted with an easy shrug, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But can you blame me?"

Before she could fire back, he leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "And since we're already this close...and there's barely any space left between us...don't you think we should seal the gap properly?"

Olivia froze, her heart thudding wildly. She knew exactly what he was hinting at.

Her lips trembled as she whispered. "Y-You mean…"

He nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest, but seeing the quiet anticipation in his gaze, she shyly lowered her lashes and gave a tiny nod. "…Okay."

Still clinging tightly to him, Olivia lifted her face ever so slightly. With a soft, nervous breath, she pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss, warm, hesitant at first, but growing deeper as her grip around him tightened. Forabetterreadingexperience,visitNovelFire.

What Olivia didn't realize, too lost in the moment, was how much she'd already begun to change without noticing.

Yesterday, she never would've accepted something like this so easily. Back then, she would have hesitated far more, her face burning with embarrassment as she stumbled over her own flustered thoughts.

But now...without him even needing to ask directly, she understood exactly what Kafka wanted. And more than that, she wanted it too.

It was subtle but undeniable: she was falling for him.

Falling faster with every heartbeat, even though she kept telling herself she wasn't supposed to.

Her goal had been to push him away, to maintain her distance. But with the way Kafka smiled, the way he touched her so gently yet with such confidence, resisting him was becoming impossible.

Kafka slowly broke the kiss, his breath still warm against her lips as he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. His eyes softened as he whispered. "So...should we start our little fight now?"

Olivia's face was still flushed from the kiss, her heart racing, but she shyly nodded her head.

"Y-Yeah...let's start…" She murmured, gripping onto him even tighter, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. She felt strangely closer to him after their lips had met, a warmth blooming in her chest that wouldn't fade.

"Good..." Kafka said gently, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He turned towards the tree, his muscles shifting under her touch as he approached it. Olivia watched in awe and slight hesitation as his hands reached out to the thick trunk.

To her shock, his fingers pressed firmly against the bark and, with seemingly effortless strength, he sank them slightly into the hard wood as though it were soft clay. "W-What…?!" She gasped softly, her eyes going wide.

"This'll make it easier to get a grip." Kafka explained with a casual tone, as if digging his fingers into solid wood was perfectly normal. Then, with the power in his legs coiling like a spring, he began to scale the tree.

At first, Olivia was tense, her arms tightening instinctively around his neck. She thought he might struggle to climb while carrying her weight, after all, even she wasn't so light, but to her utter surprise, he lifted her with ease, his movements fluid and controlled.

Bit by bit, feet by feet, they rose higher above the ground.

"You're...actually doing it…" Olivia whispered in awe, glancing down as the ground shrank below them.

Her initial worries melted into amazement as she felt herself being carried upward, the wind brushing against her hair.

Kafka chuckled softly. "Did you really think I couldn't?"

She let out a nervous giggle. "Honestly? I...I thought you'd at least break a sweat trying to carry me."

"Please..." He teased. "After lifting that boulder earlier? You're feather-light in comparison."

That made her pout, but she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips. And then, for some reason, a thought struck her, and she couldn't hold it in. "Kafi...You know what?"

"Hm?" He hummed as he continued to scale the bark.

She giggled softly, her voice tinged with playful mischief. "You look like a monkey right now."

Kafka froze mid-step and turned his head slightly, giving her a flat look. "A...monkey?"

"Yes, a monkey." Olivia nodded with a teasing smile, her cheek resting against his shoulder. "To be precise, you remind me of the sky-swinging marble-tail monkey."

"It's an extremely rare species, you know, famous for climbing anything, even marble walls with no ridges or indentations. They say its tail is so strong it can lift its entire body weight while holding a coconut in one hand and a mate in the other."

"...You're moving just like them right now."

Kafka huffed out an incredulous laugh. "So what you're saying is...you raised a monkey instead of a human boy?"

"Maybe. " She teased, holding onto him tighter and peeking up at his amused expression.

He narrowed his eyes playfully. "Well, if I really were a monkey in disguise, does that mean you'd throw me away?"

At that, Olivia's arms squeezed tighter around his neck, her voice softening. "Never. Whether you're a monkey, a giraffe, an elephant, or whatever you may be...you're still my son at the end of the day. And I'll always love you. No matter what."

Kafka paused, his heart giving a small, warm tug at her words. But before the moment grew too heavy, Olivia giggled again and whispered.

"Still, you really do resemble a monkey sometimes. Not only do you climb like one...but you also act like a monkey in heat whenever you're near me."

Kafka's face turned slightly red as he turned his head to glare at her, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. "Oh really? You're blaming me now? Well, let me just tell that even a monkey who knows nothing but eating nuts and swinging from vines wouldn't be able to resist a woman like you."

Olivia's blush deepened, and she hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Y-You...you're so shameless sometimes…"

Kafka grinned and pressed on. "It's nature's course. Even animals can't help putting their hands on something so beautiful and alluring."

"Stop saying things like that." She muttered, but her lips curved into a small, shy smile.