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

Even though it looked like Nina was simply teasing me, saying that I was having a little too much fun with ladies that were above my age bracket, it was obvious that it bugged her that I was so close to another woman other than her, almost as if she saw her little brother getting spoiled by someone else other than her, which was rather amusing to see.

"Oh my~...Is this what I think it is?" I grinned with an amused look on my face as I gazed at Nina, who was currently pouting like a child while looking away from me. "Is my little Nina actually jealous that I got close to another older lady, thinking that she could have me all to myself?"

"...How adorable of her, if it's really so~"

I said as I pulled on her cheeks that were puffed out because I couldn't handle how cute she looked right now, which completely reversed our roles and made me look like the older brother here. Discover hidden tales at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

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"O-Of course not, Kafka!...Me actually feeling jealous because of you?!...That's something that will never happen in a million years!"

Nina said in a panic when she got caught out for revealing her slight anger towards me for talking to another woman behind her back, which she herself was confused about and made her wonder why she got angsty over something that was not related to her at all.

She then protested her argument in a fluster, saying,

"...I-I was simply calling you out for the womaniser you are, who doesn't leave any married woman alone!...As for me feeling any sort of ill feelings just because you know Camila very well, I'll have you know that there's nothing of the sorts!"

"Really?...I thought for sure, with how you were puffing out these chubby cheeks of yours and how you were staring at me indignantly like I had betrayed you, that you were at least a little bit jealous that your little brother was being taken away by another woman." I teased her as I pulled on her cheeks even more, much to Nina's annoyance.

"There's no such thing, Kafka...Camila can take this perverted little brother of mine any time she wants to, as keeping someone like you around who's actively trying to destroy my marriage is only dangerous for me..." Nina harumphed and refused to give in to what I was suggesting, knowing that I wouldn't let go of the matter if she were to agree to what I was saying, even in the slightest.

She then looked down at the pale white hand that were pinching her cheeks, which contrasted quite well with her verdant skin, and said, "...And you better stop pulling on my cheeks before I make you stop myself by biting your fingers off, since I'm the only one allowed to do such things to you, being the older one here."

"Who said that only seniors could pull on their juniors cheeks, Nina?" I asked and twisted her cheeks even more, which made a faint blush appear on her supple skin.

I then bent down to get a closer look at Nina, who was feeling all embarrassed from being teased by a little kid in her own place, and said, "...Anyone who looks as cute as you do right now with your small little lips and big, wide eyes deserves a little pinch on their cheeks for tempting others with their adorable faces...So simply accept whatever teasing you receive from me without fighting back, as you rightfully deserve all the cheek pulls in the world for being cute as you are."

Nina's cheeks that were already red from all that twisting and pulling turned even brighter when she heard me repeatedly emphasising how cute she was, and she couldn't help but look down while fiddling with her fingers, unable to meet my gaze because of how shy she felt at the moment, even though she was supposed to be the mature adult here.

"...T-Then Kafka, if you really consider an old hag like me to be cute, who would you say is more c-cuter between me and Camila?" Nina hesitantly asked a question that came out of her mouth without thinking, which made her even more flustered than she already was. "Or to be more exact, who's cheeks would you prefer to pull if you were to be given the option?"

"...You can answer this question honestly, Kafka, and don't have to give in for my sake, as I genuinely wouldn't mind losing to someone like Camila, whose beauty is simply unmatched and someone that I would be more than elated to just stand on the same platform with." Nina said while looking up at me with limpid eyes that were eagerly waiting for an answer from me.

She also genuinely seemed like she wouldn't mind if I chose Camila here, as she thought that it was only inevitable that I would choose someone as pretty as her and wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

But at the same time, a small part of her hoped that I would choose her as well, as there really wasn't a girl out there in the world who didn't want to be treated like they were special to someone else and were the only person the other person had their eyes on.

"I'll be honest, Nina, and tell you that I'm actually quite close to Camila, so I really can't make a decision between you two about who's more pretty or who's more cute since it would be the same as betraying both of your trust towards me, which is something that I hope will never happen."

I said in a sincere manner, as I genuinely didn't want to compare any of the ladies that I thought as my own. I wanted to treat them all as their own unique persons with their own unique traits and quirks, and never wanted to say anything behind their back that might hurt their feelings, even if they were to never know of the matter.

Praising them with all sorts of overwhelming words that made them feel like the most special girl in the world was one thing. But comparing one another is something I will never do, especially if I want to keep the family happy and stable without it breaking loose and turning into absolute carnage.

Nina understood the sentiment and appreciated the fact that I was straightforward with her and didn't treat women like they were objects that could be easily compared to one another.

But deep in her heart, she still thought that if I did choose, I would choose Camila, as even though I had told Nina and made her believe that she was an absolutely stunning individual, she thought that she could never be as pretty as Camila, who was a renowned beauty even among normal human standards.