"Huh? What are you doing, Camila?" I said when I saw Camila starting to pull up her pants, not even caring that her butt was covered in cold water from the ice pack. "Why are you putting your clothes back on when I'm not even finished?"
"Don't act like you don't know anything, Kafka." Camila looked down at me with a condescending gaze as she fastened her button, which she was struggling to do with how thick her behind was. "I know that the only reason you want to keep that packet deeper in my butt is because of your deviant desires."
"...So why should I go through all that humiliation when I already know that you have no good intentions in mind?"
Camila said like I was getting a little too cheeky for my own good and that I better tone it down a notch.
She also silently urged me to help her put on her pants because of how much she was struggling with it before my mother thought that she was too fat to even fasten her button.
