"Ahh!...It's all over my chest now, and it feels so sticky and icky!" Camila complained in an exasperated manner, hating the sensation of the thick, warm curry dripping down her chest. "And of all the places the curry could've landed on, it had to be the one place that I hadn't covered with my apron since it felt quite tight and stuffy up there."
"Now I feel like an idiot for wearing an apron in the first place..." Camila complained and tried to take off her apron. "Well, at least I wore a black top today, or else I don't know what I would do if I wore a light dress and ruined it because of my dumb mistake."
"Sigh...First you almost burned your house down while trying to flambé some meat and vegetables, and not even an hour later, you almost dropped an entire pot of curry on the floor...I'm starting to wonder if you were always such a clumsy woman, and the sophisticated and graceful image I had of you in my head was simply an illusion." I said as I went behind her and helped her remove her apron, while she balanced the curry on top of her chest so that it didn't spill all over the floor or her clothes.
"I'm never as clumsy and all over the place as I am today, alright, Kafka!" Camila said in an indignant manner and used her hands to push her breasts up to make sure the curry stayed in between her cleavage and centred in the middle of that vast volume of fat, which looked rather lewd.
"It's just that I didn't get any proper sleep last night because of what you and your mother did, and because of that, I can't really think straight and am messing up everything this morning."
"...And even if I was actually clumsy, as you say, and not the person you thought I was, you wouldn't possibly start disliking me and leave me, right, Kafka?...Isn't that so?" Camila asked with her eyebrows raised and a smug smile on her face, fishing for approval and waiting for me to satisfy her wishes by saying that I wouldn't leave her no matter what happened.
But she was shocked when I thought about what she said for a second and said, like I was considering what she said,
"Hmm...Now that you mention it, I'm not actually into clumsy women who can't take care of themselves and always depend on others, which is the exact reason I'm into more experienced, mature women...So I guess I really would think about leaving you if you turned out to be that way."
"W-What...You'd really leave me because of that?" Camila asked in a devastated manner with her eyes wide, believing that I would leave her for something so insignificant, which made me shake my head in exasperation.
Pinch~
I then pinched her nose and pulled on it, which made her let out a yelp, like I was punishing her for not having some confidence in herself and doubting our relationship, and said with a straight face,
But that was still enough to make her proud for getting one over me, which was apparent from how she was looking at me with a big smile on her face, happy that she got me back for what I did.
But just as she was rejoicing in her small victory over me, which was a rather big thing for her since she was always the one that got teased, the smile on her face froze, as all of a sudden she suddenly felt her breasts get quite warmer from the bottom and felt them getting lifted up by something sturdy that was grabbing them from below.
When she looked down to see just what was making her breasts, which were always slumping down because of their immense weight, float in the air and relieve her of the weight she was carrying, she saw that it was a pair of pale hands that were holding them up for her.
And when she looked at the owner of those very hands that were lifting her tits up to right below her shoulders, she saw me looking at her breasts with a rather focused look on my face.
She then saw me give a sigh of relief like I had just accomplished something great, which made her wonder just why in the world I started groping her all of a sudden and why I looked so accomplished while doing so, when I was simply supposed to have a lewd expression on my face like she was expecting from me after feeling up her tits.
"You don't have to thank me, Camila~...You really don't have to thank me~" I said with a look of relief on my face, like I had saved her life and was too humble to ask anything in her return for the favour. "It's simply my duty as your man to save you in such dangerous situations, so you really don't have to thank me for what I did."
"...But if you really want to show me your gratitude, I wouldn't mind a kiss on my cheek, as even the most down-to-earth hero deserves a reward for his work sometimes." I turned my head to show the cheek I wanted to be kissed on, which was returned with a dead-eyed look from Camila, like she was holding back from slapping me on that same cheek instead of kissing it.
She then did her best to hold herself back from putting her handprint on my cheek, and then looked at me and said with a sarcastic smile on her face and a dangerous glint in her eyes,
"Now, tell me, Kafka, before you feel my hands grazing your face, why should I thank you like you just did me a favour when you're just blatantly groping my chest like this?"
She dusted off her hand like she was actually getting ready to give me a tight slap, which actually made me smile ear to ear in elation and satisfaction, as I was much more into fiesty women who fought back against the injustice they faced instead of the meek ladies who simply accepted it and depended on someone else to solve their problems for them.
And Camila here was the prime example of the strong and independent women I dreamt of as a kid in my past world, which was why looking at her beautiful visage right now was making my heart race faster then ever and made me look at her with loving eyes like, like I was seeing her for the first time and falling in love with her all over again...