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

And just like that, I continued to guide Nina as to how to systemically check the internal workings of the machine. I had already found the problem at first glance, but I didn’t immediately point it out and slowly explained the electrical circuit and the purpose of each component.

Nina also carefully listened, seeing that I was trying my best to teach her something that she didn’t know and seemed to even want to take notes like she was in a class.

She was a little hesitant to ask any doubts at first, but after seeing that, I didn’t mind answering anything she asked, no matter how simple it may be. Or how I didn’t hesitate to repeat what I said in case she didn’t understand it properly; she turned into an extremely curious girl who asked questions about almost everything and wanted to know why and how everything worked. Experience tales at m v|l e’m,p| y- r

It was apparent that she didn’t understand everything that I was saying, but she still got the gist of everything, which was actually pretty impressive considering that I was going quite in detail about everything to the extent that I sounded like a professor teaching electrical engineering.

I didn’t want to directly instruct her on what to do, as that would be useless and the same as ordering a monkey around.

I wanted her to learn about the system, then identify the issue, find a solution, and then fix the problem herself.

And with a little guidance from the side and a few tools in her hand, Nina finally managed to find the source of the problem on her own.

"Praise me, Kafka! Praise me!...I found the issue in the circuit all by myself!...That surely earns me a couple of headpats, right?"

Nina asked in a thrilled manner, all pumped, knowing that she was at the last step of fixing the machine and that she came here all by herself.

"But my hands are already tired from giving you so many headpats earlier, Nina...Even my voice feels a little dry from cheering you on every time you make some progress." I honestly said with a wry smile on my face, as every single moment Nina did something that deserved acknowledgement, I didn’t hold out on my praise and applauded what she did with the same energy.

Nina was against it at first since it felt embarrassing for her to be commended by a boy younger than her. But as the praise went on, she grew to enjoy them and used them as motivation to work on the tricky problems I gave her.

She even started to demand them from me in case I forgot, threatening to pinch me with the plier if I didn’t comply.

Nina simply gave me a dead stare and looked like she wasn’t going to take any excuses from me when I said that I wasn’t going to do what she said, which made me reluctantly give her the headpats she wanted.

Pat~ Pat~

Her face immediately lit up like a puppy that got a treat when she felt my hands on her head, and even her long, green ears danced in frenzy, slapping my hands a few times as they flapped around, which was a rather amusing sight.

"Sigh...If only I had you as a teacher back in high school, Kafka, who actually takes his time to make sure that his students understood the subject without only caring about the majority of the class, I would’ve surely defeated Camila when it came to grades and made her growl under my feat." Nina shook her head like it was a pity that I wasn’t born in her time and didn’t become her private tutor, while she comfortably sat on my lap like a little cat.

Nina wasn’t joking when she said that she had a lot of hidden potential, as even though she was slow to pick up the topic, she actually understood everything at a very rapid rate once she got deep into the subject.

All she needed was a patient teacher who was willing to clarify the basics to her and the rest she could handle on her own, which she apparently never got in the past as the teachers just treated her as a dunce and so did she, thinking that she wasn’t cut out for anything academic.

"Don’t get too cocky now...We’re still at the final step. The most important one, in fact, so don’t mess it up." I said, which immediately made a solemn and nervous look appear on her face, like she was going to write the final exam that determined it all. "You know what to do next, right?"

"I-I do...The problem is with the grid over here...And it’s most likely a loose wire, seeing that the machine sometimes works when I shake it around...So, I should probably use the electric tester to check which connection in the circuit is complete and which isn’t...After that, I should connect the wire that’s loose, and the machine should start working again." Nina carefully explained while looking at me from the side, hoping that she didn’t say anything wrong.

When she saw me give her a nod, she let out a sigh of relief. She then took a deep breath to calm her nerves and followed through with what she said in a methodical manner, like I taught her.

She picked up the electrical tester from the toolbox and carefully started to check which part of the circuit wasn’t working, while making sure that she didn’t lay her hand on anything inside so that she didn’t shock herself.

She quickly found out about the incomplete circuit that had no current flowing through, and she looked like she was about to pump her fists in joy.

But she controlled herself, knowing that it wasn’t over yet, and started to tighten the loose wire to the grid using a plier, just like I had taught her earlier.

Twist~ Twist~

"I-Is it done?" Nina hesitantly asked me after fully fastening the wire to the circuit board. "Will the vending machine work now?"

"Who knows?...We have to order a drink to find out." I said with a smile on my face, already knowing what the result would be.

I then looked down at her fat ass that was squashed onto my lap, and then at Nina, who had gotten a little too comfortable with sitting on me, and said, "But before we can do any of that, I’m going to first need you to get up...I think I’ll lose all the feeling in my leg if you sit on me any longer."

"Hmph! Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy me sitting on you!...It was probably one of the best experiences of your sad life." Nina harumphed in a spiteful manner, seeing that I was kicking her out of her seat, and she slowly got up from my lap with a slightly reluctant look in her eyes, like she wanted to stay in the same position a little longer.

She then looked at the vending machine that was turned back on with a hesitant gaze and asked,

"What do you think, Kafka?...Do you think that I actually fixed the machine? Or is it that I made the problem worse because of my usual antics?"