"Kafka, are you okay?...Does your hand hurt, or did it make any weird breaking sound when it got hit?"
Nina asked in a hurry, as even though she knew that I was tough enough to send a man flying with a single kick, she doubted if I could take a kick myself because of how sickly and weak I looked because of my pale skin, which made me look like I belonged in a hospital.
"It's fine, Nina. I'm alright." I said as I got up and moved my hand around to show that it didn't really hurt. But Nina still didn't seem to believe me, thinking that I was trying to hide the pain, so I added in a joke to ease the mood, saying, "You really don't have to worry about it, Nina, as like you mentioned earlier, I'm one of those perverts who gets turned on by any pain inflicted on me...So that might kick of yours only felt like a whip of pleasure to me, that sent tantalising shivers throughout my body."
