God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 38: Can I Stop Now?

After giving her hand enough kisses to last her a lifetime, her son looked up at her like he wanted to know if she was satisfied, and asked with a smile on his face

"Is that all, my lady?...Or do you want more?"

"I do." She replied, which made her son's face freeze for a second, as he had only asked if she wanted more out of obligation and didn't expect her to be so greedy for his kisses that she would actually accept her offer. "But not on top of my hand, and this time on my palm where you're holding my hand."

She turned her hand over and asked for more kisses from her son, and she had a look on her face like she was only asking for what she rightfully deserved.

"But, Lady Abigaille, I only hurt your wrist. Why do I have to kiss the bottom of your palm, which I didn't even lay my hands on?" Her loyal knight questioned her intentions, with a doubtful look on his face.

"You may have only held my hand. But the strength you used to do so, managed to hurt even my palm." She made up an absurd reason as to why her palm hurt and looked like she wouldn't reason with anyone. "So, to make up for your failure to control your strength as a knight in front of this fragile lady, I order you, Sir Daddy to plant your kisses on my palm and make me feel better."

"A-As you command, my lady..." Seeing that there was no way to refute this unreasonable lady of his, he could only shake his head at his circumstances and kiss her palm like she ordered.

Chu~

Chu~

Chu~

This time it was like he knew that her daughter wouldn't be satisfied with one kiss and continuously kissed her soft palm, which was slightly damp due to the previous kisses, without stopping.

She too stopped acting reserved like she was earlier, and was getting more blatant about how she was enjoying her treatment. She started whimpering in a suggestive voice, unlike before, where she kept her mouth shut, and was shamelessly telling her son where and how to kiss her.

"Hnnn~ Not there. A little higher."

Chu~ Chu~

"Yes, that's right~ That's the spot, daddy~ You can kiss me a little more harder right there."

Chu~ Chu~

"Now, move a little bit to the right where-...Ahh yes, daddy~ You know exactly where to kiss your daughter~"

Chu~ Chu~

"Don't stop kissing me there, since it feels really good~"

Her son looked up at her with a peculiar gaze, when he heard that comment that unconsciously left her mouth, since she was feeling a little too good because of all the love she was receiving from her son.

"N-No, I mean, that I feel that my ailment is getting better." She covered her mouth, that had leaked out what she was really feeling. She then put on an expression as if she were asking how he could possibly suspect her daughter when he saw his wary gaze, and said

"Why are you looking up at me suspiciously? Do you really want your daughter's pain to be left alone like this?"

Seeing that his daughter was so adamant about not having any other reasons for kissing her, he could only reluctantly go back to what he was doing before.

"That's right~ That's a good daddy~" She bent down and patted her son's head seeing how obedient he was. But this time it didn't look like a mother giving her son a caring headpat, but more like a little girl showing her appreciation for her father's efforts, which was shown by the innocent smile she was giving, like she was having the time of her life.

"Daddy, now you can-"

"I can stop? I can finally stop?"

Her son interrupted what she was going to say and finished her sentence on his own. He had a desperate look on his face and hope in his eyes, that she was going to ask for him to stop kissing her, almost as if he felt his lips go weak from all those kisses.

"No...I was going to ask you to stop kissing my palm and go further up my arm." She said in a dissatisfied tone, like she didn't like the fact that her loyal knight was treating his current action like it was a chore.

"But why should I kiss you on your arm, Abi?" Her son looked up and asked in an exasperated manner. "I only held your hand, and utmost your wrist. I see no reason as to why I have to kiss your arm, which I didn't touch at all."

"Oh, is it that you need a reason to kiss your own daughter, daddy? Do I have to specifically give you an excuse for you to kiss me?" She begrudgingly said, after seeing how reluctant he was to kiss her, and pouted like a little child even though she was fully grown, with a body that gave away her actual age from a mile away.

At this point, the consequences of the bet had totally gone over her head, and she was fully immersed in her role as her son's daughter. And, she wasn't any old obedient daughter that you would normally see and was quite the needy one, who always seemed to want her father's attention all for herself.

She never acted this way with her actual father, and was quite reserved and obedient in front of him. But when it came to her son before her, whom she was not only starting to see as a man, but also as a father figure due to this bet, she couldn't help but want to toy with him, and also have him toy with her back in return.

"Of course not, Abi...Why would a father ever need an excuse to kiss his own daughter, that he cherishes with all his heart?" To prove that he really didn't mind kissing her, he kissed her on the hand he held, as if he were trying to apologise to her through his actions.

She nodded her head and gave a look of approval to show that she approved of her son's action, and looked to be completely caught up in her role as his daughter, who liked to be spoiled. (f)reenovelkiss

But the look of satisfaction on her face stopped when her son stopped kissing her hand, and looked up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes and a slight smile on his face, and said

"And didn't you say that you wanted me to move further up?...Well, let me do just as you said, but I hope you can cover your mouth in case you make too much noise."

Huh? What does he mean by that?

Why would she make too much noise from a few kisses?

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