"W-What?! Who said I want to be kissed by soone like you, who's only my mother's boy toy?!" Bella arrogantly harumphed while folding her hands onto one another, after regaining her composure after hearing such a shocking question about herself.
"Only a gentleman out there who's worthy of has the qualifications to take my first kiss...Definitely not a perverted hooligan like you who spends all his ti p-playing around with my mom!"
Bella thought for sure that Kafka would try to persuade her to get her first kiss since she was used to boys begging her for favours because of the beautiful looks she got from her mother, whether it was in high school or university, and she always had them wrapped around her fingers to do her bidding.
But to her surprise, Kafka simply shook his shoulders like he had already moved on and casually said,
"Alright then. I won't force you."
"...N-No wait!"
Bella called out in fright, not expecting him to not care at all, and was even ignoring her at the mont and was looking at her mother like he was thinking about going in for another kiss. She then made up her mind to go for another attack that he surely couldn't ignore and said in a rather haughty manner,
"...As much as I don't want to kiss you, Kafka, since you're just not my type, I appreciate you helping out my mother in her lonely tis and making her feel better in my place, so I wouldn't really mind letting you kiss as a way of showing my appreciation like you asked for."
Bella thought that Kafka would surely take the offer she was giving up on a plate since it was close to impossible to find any young n in this world that didn't drool at the sight of a beautiful girl like her. But once again, to her shock, Kafka rejected her by saying,
"No, it's okay...I got together with your mother because I genuinely wanted to, and she probably gives more happiness when I'm in her presence, then the other way around because she's such a wonderful woman..." Camila slapped Kafka's hands in a rather coquettish manner, like she was asking him to stop saying such things about her that were making her blush, which Kafka held onto lovingly and said while looking into Camila's pretty eyes that twinkled like the blue ocean.
"...So I really don't think I need to get rewarded when just spending ti with her is the biggest reward I can ever receive."
Camila had no words to say after hearing what her lover thought of her, and she could only let out tears of gratitude to the Gods above for bringing such a man into her life when she needed him the most, and she imdiately threw herself into his embrace to give him a big hug, not even caring that her daughter was watching, which Kakfa happily accepted while feeling her soft milk bags get smushed into his chest.
"Ah! B-But...But...I think you should reconsider since-"
Bella tried to persuade Kakfa once again after failing twice in a rather desperate manner, ignoring the intimate mont her mother was having with him, since she really wanted to know how a kiss felt, as she doubted she would ever be interested in any of the pathetic n in this world and didn't want to lose out on this chance where she had found an odd guy that she didn't mind the thought of kissing for so reason.
But before she could say anything, Kafka simply put his hand up, asking her to stop, and then slowly said in a rather cold tone while looking at her with a deadpan expression on her face, a little angry that Bella was trying to interrupt the mont he was having with Camila,
"I don't want to hear anymore excuses or roundabout ways to ask a favour because of your pride...I simply want you to be honest with , just like you're trying to be with your mother, and answer my one single question without ntioning anything unnecessary"
"...Do you want to give you a kiss or not?"
Kafka asked with a solemn look on his face and a turbid gaze in his dark eyes, which actually excited Camila, who was witnessing it all from the side and was making her feel worked up, since in her eyes Kafka actually looked like a genuine father figure in the house at the mont, who was berating her daughter for not being honest, which made her think of him as her actual husband and her family with him, which made her shyly blush.
And she also couldn't resist the dark and gloomy look in his eyes whenever he got serious, which for so reason always managed to make her leak her pants a bit and turn her nipples rock hard, even though it was quite frightening to look at, as if Kafka had completely turned into soone else she wasn't familiar with or even a part of Kafka that he wasn't willing to reveal and wanted to keep hidden forever.
Bella also felt Kafka's heavy gaze looming down on her, which, just like her mother, excited her for so reason, even though she couldn't stop trembling under his gaze. And it actually excited her so much and made her worked up that she didn't even think about what she was going to say and instinctively said to Kafka the first words that ca to her mind while looking down in a subservient manner,
"Y-Yes Daddy...Your daughter Bella wants a k-kiss from you and nothing else."
"Hmmm...That's weird...I don't rember raising an arrogant little daughter like you who needs to understand that there are so monts you simply can't interrupt just because you want to and don't exactly know how to feel about you calling 'Daddy' when your real father is out there sowhere..." Kafka said with a peculiar look on his face, as he really couldn't understand why she was calling him such terms, while Camila giggled away at the scene she was seeing since she had never seen her daughter act so obedient before.
"...But if you're so desperately in need of a father figure in your life and because of my relationship with your mother, I don't mind becoming the person you call father, as I too quite like the ring of it, especially when it cos from a pretty girl like you who's still a sweet little girl overall but still needs a little discipline here and there, who I-...No, I an Daddy here can teach you, since your real father didn't do shit."
Bella's face turned red when she realised her blunder and couldn't believe she said the sa thing again when she promised herself she would never do so. And before she could refute what she said, even though it wouldn't have much reliability after saying the sa thing twice, Kafka didn't give her a chance to speak and ca forward to give her the kiss she wanted.
Chu!~
Bella was caught off guard by the sudden attack on her lips.
But just like her mother, who watched this with her mouth covered and cheeks flushed like she was watching an enthralling drama, she slowly llowed down as she got to feel the crevice in between his lips and his tongue that ca out of them on her tender lips and let Kafka do whatever he wanted while she closed her eyes and dove into the sensation of getting a kiss on the lips for the first ti in her life...
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