"Fine, Nina. Even though that's not the answer I was looking for, I get what your saying." Kafka conceded as he knew that if he didn't agree with what she said, she would most definitely argue back over the rights of her own breasts.
"Hmm?...That wasn't the answer you were looking for?...Then does that mean that there's another person who's allowed to do such dirty things to my chest, other than my own babies and myself?"
Nina asked with a puzzled look on her face, to which Kafka nodded his head.
He also couldn't help but imagine Nina letting her baby suck on one of her milkers, while she herself drank from the other one so that she didn't lose out to her own baby, which was rather comical to think about.
"If your confused about who I'm talking about, then just get a good look at me and you'll surely figure it out, Nina."
