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

Well, leaving aside how I'm going to sleep in the same bed with squirters as my partners, as I'm pretty sure that with a little playing around and cuddling, they'd make the clean sheets into a viscous tarp that's impossible to sleep on, I should first try to wake Camila, who was lying back on me without an ounce of energy, while looking at the ceiling in a starry daze with her mouth parted.

She was so out of it that she didn't even care or notice that her plump breasts were out in the open for me to admire their sheer size and elasticity, which made them bounce around whenever she spasmed. And also her rock-hard nipples, which looked like they were tired of being abused and just wanted to sink back into her wide areolas and take some rest.

And as much as I wanted to grope her exposed chest, which looked so soft, and gently play with her nipples, I didn't dare to do anything with a woman who was barely conscious and was currently in a world of her own.

Only the most vile and pathetic men would ever take advantage of a girl who wasn't in the right state of mind, and even though I admit that I use some cheap tricks to get the ladies attention, I would never go as far as to touch a woman when she was unconscious.

Even blackmailing a girl to do your bidding was at a higher standard for me since you needed some balls to face the consequences that came with it, unlike taking advantage of a sleeping lady, which only a swine of a human would do.

"Camila~ Oh, Miss Camila Alvarez~ The very lady who shamelessly squirted while sitting on my lap~...Can you hear what I'm saying, or are you really knocked out?" I said as I gently tapped her cheeks and waved my hand above her misty eyes, which were looking at my face above her in a haze.

"If you don't wake up now, I might do something to this naked body of yours, that you will definitely regret in the future."

I hovered my hands on top of her chest like I was really going to do something unsavory to her, but my threat had no effect on her. And she was still indulging in the aftereffects of what seemed to be the best orgasm of her lifetime, or maybe even the first, and refused to respond to me.

"Hmm...I guess you really are knocked out cold." I murmured, and tried to put Camila aside to get off the sofa.

But when Camila felt that I was trying to get away from her, her hands that were on my thighs suddenly tightened their grip on me, and she wriggled her body around to get closer to me, as if she didn't want me to leave her alone at the moment.

The interesting part of this was that Camila wasn't really awake yet, so this reaction of hers was out of instinct, as if she didn't want me to leave her when she was in such a vulnerable position right now and wanted someone she trusted by her side until she regained her senses.

And seeing the amount of trust she unconsciously had towards me, which made me feel elated that she wasn't treating me like a stranger anymore, I decided to do exactly what she wanted and stay with her until the end.

But at the same time, I also didn't know when she was going to wake up and didn't want her to be in such an uncomfortable position with her legs spread on top of me, like she had just finished giving birth, and thought it would be better to lay her down on the sofa.

So in a swift motion so that she didn't think that I was trying to escape from her again, I lifted her off my lap and placed her on the sofa. I then let her rest her body down on the sofa with her face down and made it so that her entire body was resting on the sofa like she was sleeping.

I also put a pillow underneath her head and placed her hands on the pillow to make it more comfortable for her.

Right now, all that was left on the sofa was me, who was sitting on the edge of the seat since Camila had taken up most of the space, and Camila, who was resting with her pale white back completely exposed and looked to be peacefully sleeping with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face.

I was going to quickly bring over a blanket and cover her up so that she didn't get cold until she wakes and comes to her senses on her own, but then I realised that I still had a request that was going on and I needed to complete it before the unknown deadline that wasn't given by the Gods.

I also didn't know when exactly Camila would wake up, as she could even sleep all day after orgasming so hard, and I couldn't afford to wait that long since I could be in the belly of a dragon by then for failing my request.

So I decided to play it safe since I knew the Gods were trying to make it difficult and tricky for me even though most of them seemed to be on my side and were my supporters, and I thought I would finish the 'back painting' now itself.

And even though Camila had already accepted my request to 'paint' on her back, I still wanted to ask her permission first before doing anything else in her dreamy state, so I kneeled down on the floor next to her face, which was lying down on one side of the pillow, poked her cheeks to wake her up, and asked as if I were trying to get a child to respond to me while she slept,

"Yoohoo~ Camila~...My little squirter, Camila~...Can I please have a second of your valuable time?~"

"What is it, Kafka?..." Camila didn't open her eyes but still replied in a dreary voice, like she was irritated that I was distributing her peaceful nap. "What is it that you want to ask me that, you're going so far as to wake me from my sleep?..."

"Oh no, it's not that I want to disturb you or anything, and you can sleep as much as you want..." I said as I stroked her head like I was consoling a baby, which made her let out a gleeful smile, like she really liked the sensation of my fingers floating through her hair and wanted me to do it more.

"...I just wanted to know if I could make that piece of art on your back that I had mentioned before while you were lying down like this?"

"Of course you can, Kafka~ Why do you need to even ask?~" Her mood seemed to have improved after getting her head patted by me, as she readily accepted whatever I said with a happy look on her face while her eyes were still closed. "If it's you, then you have permission to make artwork on any part of my body without even asking~"

"...You can even make it on my breasts that you've been staring at all this time, and which I know you're desperate to get your hands on." Camila said in a daze and tried to turn herself around so that she could show me her chest, which she was so proud of.