"I see, Nina...Then do you want to hear what I really prefer you to look like and how I want you to change?" I stopped playing with her chest and looked down at her, who was panting from trying her best to keep my hands to myself.
"W-What is it, Kafka?...Do you want me to have big ones like Camila or tiny ones that I still don't know how I'll achieve, unless there's another fruit that works in the exact way a coconut does and helps decrease your bust size?"
Nina asked as she fully lied back on me from exhaustion and looked into my eyes that were looking down at her, waiting to hear what she should improve about herself to look the prettiest in my eyes.
But to her surprise, I didn't give her the answer she was expecting and simply said, with a gentle smile on my face as I caressed her cheeks,
"It's actually neither of those, Nina...I don't want you to grow your chest out for me or make them smaller just to suit my desires."
