"You don't understand, Kafka... You just don't understand." Nina rubbed the bridge of her nose in exhaustion, like she was trying to figure out a way to make me realise how wrong I was. She then looked at me and said, "Yes...I will admit and know for a fact that I'm more well developed than the average woman when it comes to my chest, to the extent that I always wear loose clothes like the t-shirt I'm wearing right now to cover up my figure."
Nina pulled on her t-shirt from the back, which made the baggy fabric stick to her body and clearly revealed the curvaceous outline of her body, which had been hidden before.
"...But that doesn't mean that I'm as well developed as you think I am, as there are several others in this town that are even more buxom than me...Well, not several of them, but there are definitely a few that I know of that have figures that even make me jealous when I see them."
