"What?! There's no way I'm going to call you my son, as that's so weird on so many different levels, Kafka!" Camila exclaimed, even though deep down she wanted to try it out, but was scared that she would get addicted to the taboo feeling of calling me her child and wouldn't be able to escape it. "...B-But even if I don't directly call you my son, is it fine if I treat you like one, like calling you my 'baby boy' or stroking your hair like this while I look down on your handsome face, like you said?"
Camila ran her fingers through my hair in a gentle manner, like she was helping me fix my hair for school, while looking down at me with a tender gaze in her blue eyes that looked seductive and also had the lovingness of a caring mother at the same time, which made my little brother react because of how provoking a scene it was.
