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

"You don't understand, Kafka... You just don't understand." Nina rubbed the bridge of her nose in exhaustion, like she was trying to figure out a way to make me realise how wrong I was.

She then looked at me and said, "Yes...I will admit and know for a fact that I'm more well developed than the average woman when it comes to my chest, to the extent that I always wear loose clothes like the t-shirt I'm wearing right now to cover up my figure."

Nina pulled on her t-shirt from the back, which made the baggy fabric stick to her body and clearly revealed the curvaceous outline of her body, which had been hidden before.

"...But that doesn't mean that I'm as well developed as you think I am, as there are several others in this town that are even more buxom than me...Well, not several of them, but there are definitely a few that I know of that have figures that even make me jealous when I see them."

Nina said with a look of awe on her face, like she couldn't help but admire those few she was talking about, which made me raise an eye and wonder if she was talking about the other candidates in this trial.

"And in comparison to those ladies, I really am lacking in that department, even though I'm a peculiar case." Nina said, hoping that I would understand her dilemma due to the intense competition in this town.

She then looked at me while biting her lips with a glint of frustration in her eyes and said, "...And if we're going to say that someone has watermelon-sized breasts, then that title definitely doesn't belong to me, but to my friend Camila, who has absolutely humongous honkers that bounce around everywhere she walks."

Nina grabbed onto her breasts from the bottom and shamelessly flapped them around in an exaggerated manner to show how her friend looked when she walked.

"God knows what her parents fed her when she was young, but it clearly worked out in her favour, seeing as she got that absurd body of hers that stacked both at the top and bottom."

Nina started to speak like a fanatic who was obsessed with the proportions of her friend's body and also seemed a little jealous that she was blessed with such assets when she was also blessed with ungodly proportions that supermodels could only dream of.

Nina then let go of her perky breasts that she was holding onto after they started to ache a bit after all that violent movement and continued saying,

"If you don't believe me, I can even show you a picture of her on my phone, and you'll surely understand what I'm talking about...You'll understand just how much of a monster she is who's blessed with a jaw-dropping body, a mesmerising face, and, I hate to admit it, but a stupidly high intellect as well, which she used to rub in my face by always aceing her exams, while I always ended up getting the lowest marks in class."

Nina clutched her fists in frustration when she remembered the distant past when Camila used to show her 'A graded' papers when she was simply struggling to pass the subject.

"No, it's okay, Nina...I definitely believe you since I already know Camila, the watermelon-breasted monster you're making her out to be."

I told Nina just as she was taking her phone out to show me a picture of her friend Camila, who I was pretty certain was the same Camila I knew, since I really doubted if there was another lady as capable and named Camila in this small town.

"What?...You know, Camila?" Nina asked with a look of shock on her face as her eyes went wide, not expecting such a twist to occur. She then continued asking in a perplexed manner, "How in the world is that possible?...Me and Camila go back to the school days where we met one another. But how is that someone like you who just moved into town recently also knows her as well?"

"Oh, that's because coincidentally, I ended up moving right next to Camila's house when I moved into town.

And after a single meeting where we got to know one another and had a long conversation, we became close 'friends' if you were to say, even though there's quite the age gap between us." I revealed a little bit of my relationship to Nina, which made her look at me in wonder, like she was thinking that fate worked in mysterious ways for the three of us to know one another.

"Wait...So, not only do you only know, Camila, but you're also close friends with her as well?...How did that happen when I know for a fact that Camila never let's anyone get closer to her so easily after what happened with her husband?" Nina asked with a flabbergasted look on her face, like she couldn't believe what I was saying, while I wondered what exactly happened with Camila''s husband, like she mentioned.

And just as she was wondering how I became friends with her prideful friend and how exactly it happened, a doubt arose in her mind that made her cast a suspicious gaze at me. She then looked me up and down in a careful manner, like she was treating me like someone she needed to be on guard against, and she slowly asked me,

"Kafka...You just said that you were 'close' friends with Camila, right?...So, can I ask you just how close you actually are to her?...Like are you close enough to wave your hand if you were to see her from your house or close enough to have a little chat whenever you meet by chance?"

Looking at the roundabout way Nina was asking her query and the dubious look on her face as she looked at me, she looked like a jealous wife asking her husband about his female colleague at work that he recently became friends with. Experience tales at m v|l e'-NovelBin.net

"How close am I to Camila?" I asked myself, and I knew for a fact that I couldn't actually tell Nina about our true relationship, so I simply said, "Well, I just went to her house yesterday to help her plant some new flowers in her garden, and we had a little tea afterwards with her daughter, Bella...So I think you should understand how well I know her now."

"What?! She allowed you to help her out with her precious little garden, when she always scolds me whenever I try to get a whiff of the flowers there, saying that I would accidentally mess up her garden because of my brashness?!...How is that fair?!"

Nina exclaimed in an indignant manner, not expecting me to know Camila so well that I was even allowed to do certain things with her that even Nina, her longtime friend, wasn't allowed to do.

She then continued, while having a frustrated look on her face, seeing that Camila was treating me better than she was treating her close friend,

"I haven't seen her in a while since she's been spending most of her time with her daughter, who had returned from university recently, and I thought that I should give them some of their own for them to clear up their messy relationship...But it seems like I have to ring her up later on and ask her how a brat like you managed to slip into her life and get all the details from her."

Nina seemed to want to know everything that happened between me and Camila and how everything came to be from the start to the finish.

She also didn't seem to want to hear the story of what happened from me as she was doubtful that I would tell the entire truth of the matter and wanted to hear it directly from her friend itself, treating it like some kind of juicy gossip that was exchanged between friends.

"And you, Kafka..." Nina suddenly pointed at me while having a sarcastic look in her eyes and a false smile on her face. "...I don't know how you did it, but you somehow managed to get close to that prideful woman who acts all eloquent and gentle but actually looks down on all men in this world, even more so than me."

"...You must be quite proud of that and really happy about it, seeing as she's the one with melons for breasts like you're looking for, unlike me, who can't match her sheer size...She's also an older woman and around the same age as me, so I'm pretty sure you'd have a big smile on your face whenever you look at her pretty face, which even I myself get fascinated when looking at sometimes." Nina accused me of having a better time with a woman other than her while looking at me as if I were caught red-handed.