"Ah! I'm not calling you stupid or anything, Kafka, for falling for soone like !"
Nina waved her hands to clear the misunderstanding she had accidentally created.
But then her face changed, like she seed to be wondering if she really said anything wrong. She then looked at Kafka with an apologetic look on her face for her honest thoughts that she was going to say and hesitantly said,
"...B-But at the sa ti I am actually calling you stupid, since only soone who has sothing wrong in their head would actually want soone like by their side."
Kafka didn't take Nina's comnt about questioning his sanity to mind and simply smiled at how worked up she was to clear the misunderstanding she created, looking like soone who was going on a rant after chugging down a litre of black coffee.
"Calm down, Nina...You don't have to strain yourself to make up so reasoning for to believe in you, since I really don't think that soone as gullible as you can do sothing like keeping a bunch of n wrapped around your fingers." Kafka said in a soft tone as he gently pushed back the silky hair that had fallen down behind Nina's long ears, which made her ears twitch when they felt his fingers slide behind them.
He then chuckled as he thought of sothing and said, "...Well, you can actually keep a bunch of n around you, Nina. But not by seducing them like anyone normally would, but by beating them up and keeping them as your loyal underlings."
As much as Nina wanted to deny Kafka calling her out to be a lady gangster, she had to admit that she had much better chance of becoming a mob lord, then a vixen who keeps a bunch of n as her play toys.
"And as for hating you or holding a grudge against you just because so words you said...Do you really think that I'm that sort of person?" Kafka plainly asked, to which Nina vigorously shook her head to show her disagreent.
Kafka chuckled at the sight of Nina's head spinning her head like a top and continued saying, "Hehe...Thank you for at least having this much trust in , Nina...I guess I don't have to worry about you overthinking the matter now."
Kafka finished fixing Nina's hair and caressed her cheeks that had been changing colour all night like a chaleon because of Kafka's antics.
Nina also tilted her head towards his palm like a kitten insisting on being pet, and she herself rubbed her cheeks onto his hand, wanting to feel the warmth of his hand after finally confirming that he didn't hold anything against her to her relief.
Or at least that's what she thought until Kafka suddenly said, out of nowhere,
"But Nina, as much as I don't hold it against you because of what you said, I also don't want you to ever say such words again since hearing you say that you have soone else when you already have ticks off in a way that you really can't imagine."
Kafka's hands that were stroking Nina's cheeks suddenly pinched onto them, and he started to pull on them to Nina's surprise.
Pinch~ Pull~
It didn't really hurt at all since Kafka was still very delicate with the way he was holding her. But with the solemn look he had on his face and the icey tone he was speaking in, it made her feel like she was getting her cheeks pulled down by her mother, who Nina was quite afraid of when she got quite angry when she did sothing that deserved punishnt when she was a child.
"So, to make sure that you never say such a thing ever again, why don't I give you a little 'lesson' that will always run in your mind and make you quiver in your boots whenever you have such thoughts again?" Kafka said it like a parent who was going to give his child a punishnt that would make sure she never repeated the sa mistake ever again, fearing for the consequences that co with it.
Nina also didn't really mind the talk of punishnt and even preferred it as long as she knew that it would let out any unsavoury thoughts that Kafka had about her.
But she still had one single request when it ca to punishnts for the sake of not bringing up her sad past.
"I-Is the lesson going to be really painful, Kafka?..." Nina said with a pitiful look in her pretty eyes as she thought about the traumatic past she had with her feisty mother.
"...I'm asking because my m-mother used to furiously spank on my bottom whenever I stole food from the pantry or got into a fight with other kids my age, which always made my buttocks swell up and hurt whenever I sat down on a chair, and I really don't want to experience that again."
Nina begged Kafka not to spank her like she thought he was going to, since that was what she imdiately thought of when the word 'punishnt' was ntioned because of her part trauma with her mother.
She looked like she was even fine with him slapping her on the face as long as he didn't lay his hands on her ass and make her rember her mother's fury—that even her father cowered in fright.
"Don't worry, Nina...I won't use such barbaric and boorish thods to teach you a lesson." Kafka said as a sadistic smile ford on his face.
He then continued saying as he playfully pulled on Nina's cheeks that had paled in colour after hearing what he said, "What I'm going to do, or make you do to be exact, isn't going to leave a scar on your body like a good spanking would...But it's actually going to leave a scar on your mind itself, which you will never be able to erase because of what you're going to experience."
Even though Nina was supposed to give out a sigh of relief knowing that Kafka wasn't going to whip her bottom like her mother would've, she simply couldn't do so after hearing Kafka's bone-chilling words.
She didn't know exactly what he was going to do since it seed like he wanted to keep it a mystery from her for now. But she knew that Kafka was a man of his word, and just like he ntioned, he was going to make her do sothing unimaginable that she wouldn't be able to forget for the rest of her life, which terrified her to the extre.
Just as she was about to retract her statent out of her fear of what was coming for her and say that a little old spanking was actually fine, Kafka interrupted her by saying,
"But Nina, the lesson I'm going to teach you is going to have to wait."
"...For now, I'm going to leave a scar on your tits instead of your mind like you want to, so anything else is going to have to wait after that."
Kafka said as he nudged Nina closer to him and used both his hands to hold up her hefty tits, which looked like they both contained a gallon of milk each.
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