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

"Be it the warmth your skin emits like I'm touching a sandstone that was kept in the scorching sun for a while or the grooves you have on your abdomen that feel so sharp like they can cut my fingers with enough force, they all feel so real and vivid and definitely can't be faked."

"Then, since you've already done your examination of my abdomen and have gotten the results you want, I think it's time for you to remove your hands from my body before they start roaming else where..." I said with a grin on my face, like I had caught her in the act, and pulled out her hand from underneath my shirt, since she had started to shamelessly feel up my pecs, which felt rather weird when I was still eating.

I also wasn't the biggest fan of someone running their hands all over me in such a sneaky manner since it felt like I was in a vulnerable position here, so I quickly pulled her hand out to Camila's disappointment and dismay.

"Eh? So quick? Can't I feel your body up-...No, I mean examine your body for science and fulfil my curiosity about the male anatomy for a little longer?" Camila asked with a pitiful look in her eyes, like I pulled away a toy that she really liked and shamelessly used the excuse of science so that she could grope my body like a pervert.

"I promise I won't touch anything else other than your abdomen, Kafka, so can you please let my hand go down there again?~"

"No...With the obsessive look I see in your eyes, I'm afraid that if I allow you to do anything you want now, I'm going to wake up one night with you running your tongue all along my abs because of how crazy you are about them." I said with a concerned look on my face, as Camila was starting to look at the rest of my body that was exposed with a fascinated look in her eyes, and it looked like she wanted to examine it to see if the rest of my body was also quite muscular as she thought it was.

"What?! There's no way I would imitate such stalker-like behaviour, Kafka!" Camila exclaimed and looked at me indignantly, like I had done her wrong. "How could you accuse me of such inexcusable behaviour that makes me out to be some kind of pervert?!~"

"Don't tell me that when you're so clearly drooling while looking at my abdomen like you want a bite out of it..." I said with a straight look on my face when I saw a little drool come out of her lip from staring at my abs through the gaps in between the buttons of my shirt.

Camila immediately wiped the drool on the corner of her lip when she got exposed and was so flustered that she got caught in the act when she thought she was being sneaky enough to avoid my sight.

She then looked at me while glaring at me with her flushed face, like I had robbed her of one of the joys in her life, and harumphed and said,

"Hmph!

It's not like I wanted to touch your abs anyway!...They actually felt quite gross in my hand with how hard and smooth they were, like someone had carved them from your body, so I was only reluctantly examining them just so you know and wasn't doing it because I liked the bumpy sensation of running my finger across your abs!~" Camila folded her hands and acted like a child throwing a tantrum while exposing her hidden desires, which looked rather adorable.

I wanted to see her more worked up since she gave rather cute reactions like my mother did that I really enjoyed looking at, so I said in a thoughtful manner while holding my chin,

"And here I thought of letting you have a go at them once again, since you were asking so much and looked so pityful...But it seems like it isn't necessary anymore, since you don't seem to really care like I thought."

I pulled up my shirt, revealing my chiselled abs, as if I were showing her what she could have laid her hands on, which made her blue eyes shine like she had seen treasure when she saw my rather toned abdomen for the first time.

"R-Really?...I can have a feel, Kafka?" Camila asked in a desperate manner as she eyed my abs like it was the winning lottery ticket and moved her hands towards me, like a perverted old man going to grope an innocent woman.

"No, I was simply joking~..." I suddenly said with a straight smile on my face, much to her surprise.

"And it looks like you were as well when you said that you didn't care, seeing how your looking at that place like you can't wait to put your hands on and would even pay hard cash to get a feel like a frequent customer at a stripclub."

Camila almost choked when she heard my words, and her hands, which were moving to feel my abs, immediately moved downward to pinch my thighs for making a mockery of her to vent the shame and anger she was feeling because of me, which was something that I expected.

But what I didn't expect was that while she was pinching my thighs, the expression on her face changed as if she had just come to realise that my thighs were also rather stiff and sturdy, which she hadn't thought of before, and she sneakily started to run her hand along them while pinching me every once in a while, thinking that I hadn't noticed what she was doing.

This also made me realise that Camila, just like my mother, was more of a pervert that meets the eye when both of them actually looked like the purest and most graceful ladies to roam these lands and were prime examples of the phrase 'Looks could be deceiving'...