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

I was expecting Camila to be surprised to see what was on her back, since it was an elaborate piece of artwork done on her body in a very unconventional way. But I still underestimated how shocked she would be, as the moment she turned her back to the mirror and looked back around to see what was on her back, Camila's eyes went wide in disbelief and her mouth parted in utter astonishment.

She looked like she couldn't believe what she was seeing and had to blink her eyes to confirm that she wasn't seeing wrongly.

It was only after a solid minute of staring at her back in the mirror did she open her mouth and say, in a stunned manner,

"Kafka...Is that what I think it is on my back?"

"...Is that actually a drawing of a Purple Camillia on my back?"

Camila said in a daze as she stared at the delicate strokes that traced the silhouette of a purple Camellia in full bloom on the canvas of her skin.

The petals of the flower on her back unfurled gracefully, their regal purple hue imposing against the warmth of her flesh as if a purple dye had been embedded into her skin to form the imposing image on her slender white back.

And every curve and contour was captured with precision, as if the flower had been plucked from the garden and immortalized upon her back, a testament to nature's artistry and the beauty of the human form.

The picture of the flower was also quite big and took up most of her back, so no matter what angle she saw it from, she could clearly see every single vibrant petal on her back.

"Why it is a Purple Camillia on your back..." I said as I put my hands on Camila's shoulders and pushed her forward so that she could get a better look. "...Do you like it?"

"Like it?...No, I love it." She said in a low tone, like she was too shocked to speak loudly and show her excitement.

But it was still apparent how exhilarated she was by the way her eyes were slowly tearing up and how she was holding onto my shirt tightly, like she never wanted me to leave her side.

"...I love it so much that I feel like throwing the ring on my finger and eloping to your house to reintroduce myself to your mother as your woman, since no one has ever done something as precious as this for me, which is making me feel all sorts of feelings that I never knew even existed." She said as she rubbed the ring on her finger, like she was thinking if she should do as she said, as she didn't like that she was the only one getting pleasantly surprised over and over again without giving back anything in return.

"You can take your time with that, and you don't have to rush it, as I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to come to terms with your decision." I said as I held her hand to show that she didn't have to make any tough decisions for me, which made the gentle way she was looking at me grow even more deeper and she took a step towards me like she was really afraid of losing someone as understanding and compassionate as me.

"...But in exchange for all my hard work on your back, you could take your hands off your chest and bless my eyes with the sight of your splendid milkers that look like they could feed any entire nation's milk supply." I said as I slowly grabbed her hands and tried to pull them off her chest.

But to my surprise, there was no resistance from Camila, as she just let me peel off her hands from her chest, revealing her massive white mountains to me that dropped down the moment her hands stopped supporting their collosal weight.

Her cherry-red nipples were also revealed and made a red line in the air when they declined downwards with her breasts like a red LED light being waved around in the darkness, leaving a faint light path wherever she went.

"Oh wow. I didn't think you would actually accept my request, Camila." I said while intensely staring at her sweltering nipples that were bright red from all the pinching and pulling.

"You may be fine with waiting as long as you need to. But no matter what you say, I'm still a little bit scared that you might not be interested anymore if I don't give you anything in return...S-So showing something like this should be enough to satisfy a pervert like you for a while."

She said as her face flushed while propping up her breasts from under, which only made them look much bigger and voluminous before, like gooey dough that was being spilled on the ground.

I couldn't hold back anymore after seeing the wonderful sight before me and pushed my hand forward to grope her fat tits that were exposed at the moment.

Slap~

But my hands were slapped away once again when they were just about to reach their target by the proud owner of those jugs, who was currently looking at me with a feisty glare.

"What? Are you not scared that I won't think of you anymore if you don't let me play around with your jugs?" I said jokingly as I put my hand away.

"I honestly am not, since I believe someone as lecherous as you won't give up after seeing the sight before you and would even wait a million years to get your hands on them and have a feel of them on your own." Camila said with a sly smile on her face, like she read me like the back of her hand.

"It hasn't even been a day since we've met, and you already know so much about me, don't you..." I said as I pulled her fluffy red cheeks, for acting so cheeky around me.

"It's not that hard when I take into account that you're a pervert who doesn't hide his desires and shows all his emotions on his face." She said as she pulled her cheeks away with a pout that she didn't like the fact that I was treating a grown woman like her who already has a family, like a child.

But at the same time, contradictory to what she wanted, once she pulled her cheeks away from my fingers, she pushed the top of her head that was soft and silky to touch onto my hand, like she was asking me to give her the headpats she wanted, which was quite tanadorable sight.

Pat~ Pat~ Pat~

After getting enough headpats that would last her for a while, she leaned her body on my chest with a satisfied smile on her face while letting her breasts squish onto my body.

She then looked back at the mirror and asked, as she rested herself in my embrace,

"I knew that you were talented the moment I saw you, with the way you held yourself up while talking to me and the confidence that was brimming from your eyes...But I never expected you to be so talented that you could make something so pretty on my back." She said as she admired the purple flower with multiple petals on her back, that it looked like someone had tattooed that image onto her smooth white skin.

"...Especially with how you didn't use any paint or tools to make this masterpiece of an artwork that looks like it belongs in an art exhibition." She said as she rubbed her back with her hand and found that she couldn't rub off the image on her back no matter how hard she tried, like the picture of a flower embedded into her skin.

"Just how did you do it?"

"It's quite simple really and doesn't really have to do anything with talent, and has more to do with having a good pair of lips that knows how to give a good suck." I said as I gently caressed the outline of the flower on her back, which made her remember all that sucking her back went through and made her look away in a fluster.

"I just formed an image in my head before I did anything, which in your case was a flower, and used that picture as a reference to embed that image into your back by sucking your skin."

"You made this just by sucking on my skin?" She asked in an astonished manner, not believing such an elaborate and detailed image could be done without any tools. "How does that work?"

"Well, you know how hickeys come about, right?" I began to explain to the curious Camila.

"I have never experienced it myself, but I do know that purple blemishes form when someone sucks on another person for too long, which are called hickeys." Camila said which made me wonder if her husband was even a man, if he had never given his wife with such tender white skin a single love bite.

"Exactly. Using that concept, I went around your entire back and started giving you purple hickeys by sucking every inch of your back that needed to be sucked on." I said as I traced my hand around her back to show her the path I followed, which made her shiver at the tingling sensation.

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Reference image of the hickey tattoo in the comment section.