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

"Good...Then could you tell me what you would feel about all those things I mentioned before that were all green in colour if they were all to change in colour?" I slowly asked my final question, which made her look at me weirdly since she wasn't expecting such a bizarre sounding question.

I then continued saying, "...Like if I were to swap the green from the mountains and replace it with blue...Or change the colour of the parrot's feathers from the bright green they are to a bright red...What would you think about them then? Would you find them ugly just because they changed in colour, even though you just described them all as pretty earlier?"

"Huh? Of course not!...Why would I say something like that just because those things changed in colour?!" Nina asked with a peculiar look on her face, not understanding why I was asking such an obvious question.

She then continued, saying, "I will admit that a blue mountain or orange grass field will look quite strange, since I'm not used to seeing them like that...But nonetheless, I still think that they would look as pretty and extravagant as they always always were once I've gotten used to seeing them, since every colour that exists out there is unique and beautiful in it's own way."

"And those very colours that are so distinct from one another are the very reason the world is as stunning as it is, instead of being painted in one monotonous tone of colour all over...So I don't really think that there's really a single colour out there that makes everything look better, and each and every tone has their own qualities that can be admired on their own."

"Wow...That's surprising...I was expecting a short yes or no answer from you since it's a really simple question, and I never expected you to go into such detail, Nina." I said with a look of surprise on my face, which made Nina look away in embarrassment since she purposely answered me in detail, like a student trying to show off to her favourite teacher how knowledgeable she was.

I then sighed and said, "But nonetheless, with your impressive answer, I think I can confidently say that you have a well-rounded understanding of how a specific colour is truly insignificant to something's overall beauty...And how there are certain things out there that can't change how you perceive them, no matter how different they could be from how you're used to seeing them."

Nina nodded her head like she was listening to a lesson I was teaching, and she excitedly waited for me to give her another question to answer, like she was attending a pop quiz. Read further adventures at m vl_em|p_yr

But when she thought about what she had just admitted to for a second and then saw the knowing smile I had on my face, like I was asking her, 'Have you figured it out yet?', Nina came to a sudden realisation as to how I felt about her skin tone that she wasn't the most proud of.

She was genuinely surprised by the way I portrayed my thoughts to her in such an effective manner, as with just a few questions and answers from her side, I had managed to give her some kind of idea as to why I found her to be attractive, when just a few minutes ago she saw that as something impossible because of all her previous experiences in her life.

"K-Kafka...Is what you're saying true?" Nina asked as her cheeks turned red and her long ears started to flinch for the first time, after coming to realise that all of what I said about her could be potentially true. "A-Are you really not appalled by the tone of my skin that's different from the norm because of my variant bloodline and actually find it the same as any normal human?"

"What do you think?" I asked with my lips curled up and leaned back on the sofa to relax myself a bit. "Do you want to play another game of question and answer to see if what I'm saying is true or not?"

"N-No, Kafka...It's not that I'm hesitating if I should trust you or not, since I really do think that you're speaking the truth." Nina gazed into my eyes and thought of everything I did and said to prove my innocence, which all led to her trusting what I said as unbelievable as it was.

"...But it's just that it's the first time I've met a man who doesn't seem to mind my status as a variant human and has openly said that he finds m-me to his liking, which I don't know what to make of."

"Most men out there would usually just ignore me and not give me a glance because of the stigma against variant humans.

And some would even openly opose me because of who I am, which was one of the reasons I didn't have many friends when I was a kid since I was always fighting with anyone who made fun of my skin." Nina gave a little explanation as to where her insecurity stemmed from, but didn't reveal the whole picture.

She then stared at me like she was looking at an anomaly and said, "So that's why I find it really hard to believe that there is someone as weird as you out there who actually finds someone like me attractive."

"The weird one isn't me, Nina...It's the rest of the men in this world who can't appreciate your beauty just because of their prejudice against you." I said, which made Nina's ears twitch again, since now that she knew that I wasn't around joking with her, my sweet words had an extra effect on her mental state.

"They completely ignore how pretty your skin actually looks, like you've just walked out of a slab of jade, and focus on what your skin tone represents, which is your status as a variant human...And honestly, in my opinion, such behaviour is so much more uglier and disgusting than whatever they could say about you."

"So instead of focusing on what the people who have eyes but don't use them properly think of you...Focus on the people who actually appreciate your true beauty and who would do anything if they could catch a glimpse of it every day for the rest of their lives."

I said the last bit of words I had to say and closed my eyes as I laid back on the sofa after tiring myself out from trying to convince Nina that everything I said was true.

Nina herself felt her heart skip a beat when she realised that I was basically telling her to only look at me, since I was the only guy who valued her true self that she knew off. She also glared at me for being so cheeky at such a young age after coming to realise that I was indirectly proposing to her by saying that I wanted to see her every single day for the rest of my life.

But along with the harsh look in her eyes as she looked at me, resting without a care in the world, came a faint blush as well, which her skin couldn't hide no matter how verdant they were...