Chapter 133: True Beauty

After a long search and seeing that there was nothing she could do, Camilla gave up and took a step back with a peculiar look on her face, like she wasn't expecting her search to fail in the end when she was so confident that she would win when she started.

"That's strange...I thought for sure that I could point out a few reasons as to why I resemble someone older, like I actually am. But for some reason, no matter how I look or where I look, nothing comes to my head."

"Is it that I'm just not looking properly, or is my vision actually failing me and I need to get a pair of glasses to see better?" She said in a low tone as she stared at her picture in wonder and looked like she was looking at someone else that she had never seen before, even though she had seen that same face a million times in the mirror.

And seeing how her eyes were twinkling and how she was caressing her face like she was checking if the absolutely ravishing woman in the photo was herself, it seemed as if she were really starting to appreciate herself more and how she looked, unlike before, when she thought that even though she was pretty, she wasn't as good-looking as she was when she was young.

"You're not blind, nor did you not look at your picture enough..." I said as I held her shoulders from behind and pushed her forward, so that she could accept the reality of her looking as beautiful as she always was, regardless of age.

"...You're simply a woman who not only possesses the liveliness and beauty of a young girl but also the grace and maturity of an adult, which is the very reason I fell for you at first sight."

Camilla's cheeks turned red at my confession, and she turned her face away from me so that I couldn't see her all embarrassed, which was quite cute to look at.

"I-I see..." Camila grazed her cheeks as if she were finally believing how gorgeous she looked and wasn't simply taking my words at face value anymore like she was before and was actually believing it. "I-I guess it does make sense for you to confuse me with my daughter...S-Since I am quite pretty after all."

Camila gave a bright smile after realising just how pretty of a woman she was; when the confidence she had in her looks before was only for jokes and sarcasm, and she really didn't think that she looked that special due to her age.

This was going all fine and well, and she looked to be enjoying relieving her stress on me as a smile started to appear on her face. Well, that is, until I couldn't move any further back since there was a coffee table blocking the way.

And because of the sudden hindrance, I stopped myself from moving, but she didn't, which made her push herself right onto me, which made both our bodies collide into one another along with our chests that were smushed into one another right now.

One was hard and smooth without any excess flesh, while the other was soft and bouncy and had so much fat that I almost got pushed back by the elastic power of her breasts and fell onto the table behind me.

Luckily, I was standing my ground firmly, which only resulted in her mushy breasts being pressed and dragged across my chest like she was trying to wash me off with those udders she had.

She also had her hand over her shoulders, so it looked like she was giving her young boyfriend, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, an intimate hug.

I wanted to enjoy the sensation of her warm water bags against my chest for a little bit longer and was even thinking of pulling her in for a hug since she was being so suggestive. But unfortunately, Camila quickly caught on to how we currently looked and what she was doing, and swiftly backed up from me with cheeks that were glowing red and eyes that were roaming everywhere in a panic.

She looked like she was about to say sorry to me for what she accidentally did. But when she saw that I was smiling down on her figure that was panicking around, she got grumpy once again and harumphed as if it were my fault that she collided into me.

She then went to the family picture on the wall and pointed at her husband, and asked,

"Cough-Cough... If you think that the girl in the middle is my younger sister and I'm her older sister, then what about the person I called my husband?...You probably think that he has another identity as well, right?...Then, who do you think he is?"