God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 875

Chapter 875: Let’s Take Him On Together
Both froze like rabbits caught in moonlight.

Nina, who had spent the last ten minutes shoving others into the fray, took a slow, shuddery breath.

“You know what? Screw it.” She announced, straightening her spine and tossing her hair. “I am not a scaredy-cat. There’s nothing in the world I can’t face. I mean, how bad can it be?”

She looked at Camila, her bravado suddenly more genuine.

“And…If you’re with me, I’m pretty sure we can take him head on.”

Camila, who’d watched everyone else be turned into happy, ruined puddles, finally let herself laugh.

“You know what?…Sure!”

“We’ve been together since childhood, we’re together even now, and if we’ve survived finals, heartbreak, and 14 years of being each other’s benchmate from primary all the way to highschool, what’s this?”

She grinned, squeezing Nina’s hand.

“Let’s do it. I’ll take the bottom, you take the top?”

“As if I’d argue with that.” Nina snorted. “You always get the bottom bunk anyway!”

They approached Kafka, moving in perfect sync, confidence building with each step.

And then without hesitation, Camila immediately dropped to her knees in front of him, running her hands teasingly up his thighs, eyes glinting with mischief.

She looked up, grinning, and purred.

“Well, Kafka, do you like this? I bet you do. You’re such a naughty, greedy boy, aren’t you?”

She then wrapped her lips around his shaft, sliding him deep into her mouth, moaning as she bobbed her head.

“Mmm, you like that? Dirty, dirty boy…Let’s see how deep I can go.”

Camila took him down her throat, her eyes watering just a little—but she didn’t let up, humming and swirling her tongue, stroking him with practiced confidence.

Nina, meanwhile, climbed onto the bed beside him, shamelessly pulling off her lingerie and tossing it aside.

“Hey, Kafka! Look at these.” She teased, pushing her ample, gorgeous breasts right into his face, her green skin glowing in the soft light, purple nipples pebbled and eager.

“Suck on them! Suck on them, you naughty brat! You know you want to—let’s see how much you can handle!”

Kafka barely needed the invitation—his hands went straight to Nina’s waist, pulling her close as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples, tongue flicking, lips sucking hard.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Nina moaned, tossing her head back, grinding her chest against his face.

“Yes—just like that—oh, you’re so greedy, aren’t you!? Go on, take more, take all of me. I love it when you’re hungry…”

Camila, feeling the heat rising, took him even deeper, her hands massaging his thighs and her words tumbling out between kisses and wet, noisy sucks.

“That’s it, Kafka, let it go, give it all to me…Gods, you taste so good. You love it when I swallow you down, don’t you? Naughty boy, I’m going to make you lose your mind.”

Nina was just as relentless, moaning and laughing.

“Camila, I think he’s in trouble! I bet he can’t handle both of us at once.”

She pushed Kafka’s head deeper between her breasts, smothering him, all the while keeping her gaze locked on Camila, her laughter mixing with her moans.

“He’s not going to know what hit him!”

Camila broke away for a second to smirk. “Just wait until he sees what we can really do.”

Meanwhile, Kafka, caught between them, let out a deep, muffled sound—lost to the assault of lips, tongues, skin, and hands.

Both women worked him with unrelenting teamwork—one drawing him deeper with every suck, the other cradling his head—urging him to feast and savor, both of them giggling and cheering each other on, turning every moment into a test of their old, unbreakable bond.

“Harder, Kafka—don’t stop!” Nina gasped, arching her back, pushing him on.

“Mmm, you’re all ours tonight.” Camila breathed, looking up. “Let’s see how long you can last…”

But just as they thought they’d taken the reins—Kafka’s hunger kicked up another gear.

Suddenly, his hand shot down, fingers tangling in Camila’s hair.

She barely had time to gasp….

“Hey, wait—hold on, let’s not get ahead of ourselves—”

…before Kafka pulled her forward, guiding her mouth right to his cock.

“HMMMM?!??”

The next second, he was thrusting—deep and Camila’s eyes went wide, cheeks hollowing as he pushed past her lips, straight to the back of her throat.

“H-Hold up—!” Nina cried, her voice sharp with alarm as she watched her best friend gagging. “Kafka, hold up! That’s—that’s too much! You’re putting way too much in her mouth! She can’t—!She can’t breathe—!”

But Kafka didn’t listen.

His grip on Camila’s head was iron, his hips pistoning forward with brutal, relentless precision.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

Each thrust forced her to take him deeper, her throat bulging around his girth, her gagging sounds muffled and wet.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her mascara smudging, but she didn’t fight him.

She couldn’t.

All she could do was clutch at his legs, her fingers trembling as he fucked her face like it was just another hole for him to conquer.

“Mmmph—! Gghh—! Nnngh—!” Camila choked, her throat struggling to accommodate his size.

Saliva dripped from her lips, her jaw aching, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps whenever he pulled back just enough to let her breathe—before slamming back in.

And then—

His body tensed.

A moan tore from his throat as his cock twitched, swelling even larger inside her mouth.

Camila’s eyes widened in panic—

SPURT!

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

The first rope of cum hit the back of her throat, thick and hot, so much of it that she couldn’t swallow fast enough.

It poured into her mouth, filling it to the brim, her cheeks bulging as she tried to keep up.

But there was no stopping it.

His release was endless, his cum spilling past her lips, dripping down her chin, coating her cheeks in sticky, white ropes.

“Mmm—! Nnngh—!” She gagged, her throat working desperately, but it was no use.

His cum kept coming, pooling in her mouth before overflowing, dripping down her neck, her chest, her fingers scrambling to catch what she could.

Finally, with a last, shuddering groan, Kafka pulled back—his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!”

Camila gasped for air, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening with cum.

She barely had time to wipe her mouth before—

Kafka’s hand shot out.

But this time it wasn’t towards Camila.

His fingers instead tangled in Nina’s hair, yanking her downward with the same brutal force.

“Hey, wait, Kafka! L-Let’s not be hasty! Let’s just sit down and talk about it and—”

Before she could say anything else, his cock was shoved between her lips, the thick head pressing against her tongue, stretching her jaws wide.

“Mmph—!” Nina’s eyes flew open in shock, her hands flying up to his waist, but it was too late.

He was already thrusting, his hips snapping forward, forcing himself deeper into her throat.

“Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

“K-Kafka—!” She tried to protest when her mouth slipped out, her voice muffled around his shaft, but he just slipped it back in and didn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop.

“Nnngh—! Ggh—!” She gagged, her throat struggling to take him, tears pricking at her eyes.

His cock was everywhere—filling her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat, choking her.

She clawed at his hips just like Camila did, her nails digging in. But he only growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her face with the same ruthless fury.

“Mmmph—! P-Please—!” She whimpered, her voice breaking.

But once again…he just did not give a fuck.

All that mattered was the tight, wet heat of her throat, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her body trembled beneath his control.

And as he slammed into her again, his cock hitting the back of her throat, Nina realized—

He wasn’t going to stop.

Not until he broke them.

Not until he owned them.

Not until every single one of them was drowning in him.