"...Now are you going to stop looking at me in such a creepy way and tell me why you're groping my chest, or should I wipe off that annoying smile myself with this little hand of mine?" Camila said while trembling to control herself, thinking that I was making fun of her with the bright smile I had on my face.
"Now, now, we don't have to get all violent now, as I may even report you for domestic abuse~" I joked, which didn't reach her at all because she was this close to laying her hands on a minor.
And before she lost control, I quickly said, "And before you plant your hand on my face, I'll just say that the reason I did what I did was because I was trying to save the curry from spilling all over your dress and onto the floor."
"Huh?...You groped my breasts to stop the curry from falling over?" She asked with an absurd look on her face, not knowing if I was joking or not. "How does that make sense?"
"It does make sense." I nodded my head and said it as a matter of fact.
I then explained, saying, "Just imagine what would've happened if you had suddenly let go of the breasts you were holding up to contain the curry in your cleavage so that you could pinch my nose, and if I didn't catch them like I did...The curry would've spilled everywhere because you let your puppies down, which would've ruined your dress that fits you so well, especially since it matches your dark hair, which I also forgot to mention earlier, but I'll say it now, which is that your hair looks absolutely phenomenal today and looks as if a breeze is running past your hair at all times and giving it a voluminous look."
Camila wanted to listen to my explanation while maintaining her aggression towards me, but she immediately mellowed down when she heard me praising her dress and hair.
The frown on her face was replaced with a shy look of happiness at being complimented, and she even fixed her dress a little so that she would look much better in it so that she could impress me further and make me praise her fashion sense even more, showing just how simple of a woman she was, which was rather heartwarming to see.
"No, I don't think I'm going to take my hands off your chest, and I'm actually going to hold it up myself, since it would be much easier for me to do what I'm about to do next since I can move your chest around like this..."
"Move my chest around?"
She asked with a flustered look in her eyes as she looked at me in a wary manner, knowing that something shameful was about to happen to her after seeing the rather keen glint I had in my eyes, which always brought forth trouble for her.
"J-Just what are you going to do while moving my chest around?...D-Don't tell me it's something embarrassing, that can't be said aloud?"
"Oh, it's nothing like that, and I'm simply going to finish my breakfast." I casually said, which made her let out a sigh of relief.
But she quickly realised that there was something wrong with what I said and asked in a hesitant manner,
"...But wait...What does finishing breakfast have to do with holding my chest?"
"Why, of course it's because my last meal for the morning is the curry that's pooled up on your chest~"
I said with a devious look in my eyes while I eyed the brown puddle in between her cleavage, and Camila herself looked lost and wondered if she heard wrong, as the words she had heard coming from my mouth were far too absurd for her comprehension, and she didn't even know where to start questioning what I said.