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

I barely held back a laugh, her innocence shining through in the most adorable way.

Shaking my head, I leaned closer, my grin widening as I said,

"Oh, it's absolutely true. Happens more often than you'd think."

She blinked rapidly, trying to process this shocking revelation. "You're messing with me." She insisted, though the wavering tone in her voice betrayed her doubt. "People really do that?"

"Yup." I confirmed, nodding solemnly. "Couples send these kinds of pictures for all sorts of reasons."

Her brow furrowed, her lips parting slightly.

"Like what?" She asked, her voice barely above a squeak. "For what reason would they send such shameless pictures to one another?"

"Well..." I began, counting on my fingers. "Sometimes it's just to make their partner happy or excited when they're apart. A little…reminder, if you will." I smirked. "Like leaving a tiny spark that could turn into a fire when they finally see each other."

Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. "A-A fire?" She stammered, clearly trying not to visualise it.

I chuckled, undeterred as I continued saying, "Other times, it's a way to build trust and intimacy. Letting someone see you like that takes a lot of vulnerability."

"H-How do you even know all this, Kafka?!" She asked in a fluster, wondering why I was so educated on such matters while she was just learning about it.

I shrugged casually. "It's common knowledge. And..." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "...you'd be surprised how many couples do it for the thrill."

"The thrill? "Her eyes went wide with disbelief.

"Sure..." I continued, nodding. "It's the excitement of knowing you're sharing something private, just between the two of you. The secrecy, the anticipation…" I let the words hang in the air, watching her ears twitch madly as she tried to absorb this new world of information.

"This is n-normal?" Her hands slowly slid down her face, revealing her bewildered expression.

"For most people, yeah." I laughed.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she were going to say something, but no words came out. After a moment, she finally croaked,

"I can't believe it. People are just out there, sending—" she paused, her face going crimson. "—those kinds of pictures like it's no big deal?"

"It's not like they're sending them to random strangers. It's between people who trust each other." I casually said while smirking.

"I-Is that so?" She let out a long, shaky breath, eyes still wide. "Ahh...My brain hurt from hearing all this."

"You really are so innocent, Nina." I laughed, ruffling her hair gently.

She swatted my hand away, her cheeks still blazing.

"I'm not innocent! I'm just—just...Uninformed!" Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.

But despite her attempt to stay composed, I caught the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. After a brief silence, she glanced back at me, trying to sound nonchalant.

"So…What exactly was going on with that guy on the bus? Why was he getting those pictures? Was it just for fun, or…was there some other reason?" Her voice trailed off, her gaze narrowing with cautious intrigue.

I smiled, savouring her shift from embarrassment to genuine curiosity.

"Oh, there was definitely a reason." I said, leaning back as if recounting a fascinating story. "From what I saw when I accidentally peeked—"

"Sure, accidentally." She snorted.

I ignored her jab and continued. "The guy was having a rough day. He was texting his partner about how he got scolded at work; it looked like he was feeling pretty low."

"That's rough…Poor guy." Nina's eyes softened.

"Yeah. But here's where it gets interesting." My grin widened. "His girlfriend must have known exactly how to cheer him up, because right after he sent that message, his phone lit up with photos."

"Photos? Like…selfies?" Her brow furrowed.

"More like…pictures of her in some very revealing lingerie." I chuckled.

"Wait—What?! She sent it on her own?" Her eyes widened like saucers.

I nodded, fighting back laughter. "Yup. She sent him a series of photos that left very little to the imagination. And let me tell you, his face lit up like a kid who was opening up his birthday gifts."

Nina's mouth fell open. "In public? She sent it? Knowing that he was on a bus?" She swallowed hard, her ears twitching. "Did that…actually cheer him up?"

"Oh, more than that." I smirked. "He was grinning so hard it looked like his cheeks were about to split open. The guy stayed like that the entire ride, all the way until he got off the bus...He was practically glowing."

She blinked, processing this revelation, her mind clearly blown as she said, "That's…That's insane. And it worked?"

"Like a charm." I confirmed, nodding. "It's not just the photos themselves; it's the thought behind them. She knew he was down and found a way to lift his spirits...A little confidence boost, a reminder that someone out there cares about him in a special way even though it's a little naughty in nature."

"I still can't believe people do things like that." Nina's lips parted slightly, her eyes still full of disbelief.

"Sometimes a little surprise like that can turn someone's entire day around." I shrugged.

She relaxed herself, her arms loosening from their tight fold. "Younger people these days know way too much." She muttered, her cheeks still tinged pink. "Meanwhile, I'm just out here learning that lingerie selfies are apparently the cure for a bad day."

"Well, now you know." I laughed.

As if that was the final word on the matter, I pushed myself back on the chair, thumb idly flicking through the photos on my phone. My other hand absentmindedly traced lazy circles on Nina's palm, my attention seemingly elsewhere. The playful intimacy of the moment lingered, but the conversation had come to a halt.

Nina's eyes flicked toward me, a hint of frustration in her gaze. 'That's it?' She'd been drawn in by the topic—something that had her mind swirling with thoughts she never entertained before—and now I was just…done?

The spark of curiosity and embarrassment simmered in her chest, and she didn't know what to do with it. Her ears twitched slightly, the tips still tinged with red.

She glanced down at our hands, the way my fingers twined gently with hers. Her heart thumped a little faster.

There was a question burning in her mind, one she couldn't shake now that we'd started talking about that. But the thought of asking it out loud made her cheeks flare hot again.

Her teeth worried at her bottom lip as she wrestled with her thoughts. And finally, she cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey…"

"Hmm? What is it, Nina?" I looked up from my phone, tilting my head with a soft smile.

She hesitated, eyes darting away as she muttered, "You know, since…since you're young too, like that guy on the bus…"

"Yeah?" I arched an eyebrow, curiosity sparking.

Her fingers tightened around mine, and she took a deep breath, her face now a deep shade of crimson.

"D-Do you…I mean, would you also…w-want that kind of thing?"

Her words tumbled out in a rush, and she immediately clamped her mouth shut, mortified.