"Be it the warmth your skin emits like I'm touching a sandstone that was kept in the scorching sun for a while or the grooves you have on your abdomen that feel so sharp like they can cut my fingers with enough force, they all feel so real and vivid and definitely can't be faked."
"Then, since you've already done your examination of my abdomen and have gotten the results you want, I think it's time for you to remove your hands from my body before they start roaming else where..." I said with a grin on my face, like I had caught her in the act, and pulled out her hand from underneath my shirt, since she had started to shamelessly feel up my pecs, which felt rather weird when I was still eating.
I also wasn't the biggest fan of someone running their hands all over me in such a sneaky manner since it felt like I was in a vulnerable position here, so I quickly pulled her hand out to Camila's disappointment and dismay.
"Eh? So quick? Can't I feel your body up-...No, I mean examine your body for science and fulfil my curiosity about the male anatomy for a little longer?" Camila asked with a pitiful look in her eyes, like I pulled away a toy that she really liked and shamelessly used the excuse of science so that she could grope my body like a pervert.
"I promise I won't touch anything else other than your abdomen, Kafka, so can you please let my hand go down there again?~"
"No...With the obsessive look I see in your eyes, I'm afraid that if I allow you to do anything you want now, I'm going to wake up one night with you running your tongue all along my abs because of how crazy you are about them." I said with a concerned look on my face, as Camila was starting to look at the rest of my body that was exposed with a fascinated look in her eyes, and it looked like she wanted to examine it to see if the rest of my body was also quite muscular as she thought it was.
"What?! There's no way I would imitate such stalker-like behaviour, Kafka!" Camila exclaimed and looked at me indignantly, like I had done her wrong. "How could you accuse me of such inexcusable behaviour that makes me out to be some kind of pervert?!~"
I pulled up my shirt, revealing my chiselled abs, as if I were showing her what she could have laid her hands on, which made her blue eyes shine like she had seen treasure when she saw my rather toned abdomen for the first time.
"R-Really?...I can have a feel, Kafka?" Camila asked in a desperate manner as she eyed my abs like it was the winning lottery ticket and moved her hands towards me, like a perverted old man going to grope an innocent woman.
"No, I was simply joking~..." I suddenly said with a straight smile on my face, much to her surprise.
"And it looks like you were as well when you said that you didn't care, seeing how your looking at that place like you can't wait to put your hands on and would even pay hard cash to get a feel like a frequent customer at a stripclub."
Camila almost choked when she heard my words, and her hands, which were moving to feel my abs, immediately moved downward to pinch my thighs for making a mockery of her to vent the shame and anger she was feeling because of me, which was something that I expected.
But what I didn't expect was that while she was pinching my thighs, the expression on her face changed as if she had just come to realise that my thighs were also rather stiff and sturdy, which she hadn't thought of before, and she sneakily started to run her hand along them while pinching me every once in a while, thinking that I hadn't noticed what she was doing.
This also made me realise that Camila, just like my mother, was more of a pervert that meets the eye when both of them actually looked like the purest and most graceful ladies to roam these lands and were prime examples of the phrase 'Looks could be deceiving'...