"K-Kafka, are you really going to kiss all the colours on my body?...Like putting your lips on those areas?" Nina asked with eyes that were trembling in anticipation at what the boy, who she was comfortably sitting on top of, was going to do to her.
"Yes, Nina, my lips do have to touch your skin for it to be called a kiss, and I'm definitely going to kiss all the different tones on your body...Why do you ask?...Do you not agree with going forward with what I want to do, even though you were the one who suggested carrying out my desires?"
Kafka looked at Nina with a cold glint in his gaze, which for some reason made Nina jump a little, even though she was the adult here and he was simply a harmless child.
