"D-Did you just say that you want to l-lick the curry off my chest?!" Camila asked with a flushed face and tried to back away from me in a fright, but she couldn't do so since my hands were still holding onto her breasts and I didn't look like I was going to let go of her mounds of meat any time soon. "Why would you want to do such a vulgar thing so early in the morning?!"
"Vulgar?...How is not wasting the food given to you considered vulgar?"
I asked with a questioning gaze in my eyes, while at the same time pushing her breasts up and down, which made the curry on her cleavage move from side to side.
"I mean, just how were you planning on cleaning this mess off your chest?...You were probably going to use a towel to wipe it off and then take a shower, right?"
"Yeah, something like that..." Camila looked at the tablecloth on the table like she immediately wanted to use it and wipe the curry off her, since it felt quite weird to have it slushing around her body.
"Then wouldn't that be the same as wasting all this delicious curry you made and also all the effort and time you put into it, going as far as to work for hours and waking up so early for it?" I told my reasoning with a sincere gaze, which she didn't really seem to be accepting, seeing how she was much more distracted with the waves of curry I was making on her chest.
"But it's just a little curry that would only be enough for a plate that's going to be wasted, and we have so much left in the pot that's been untouched, so does it really matter if it goes down the shower drain or not?"
I said in a melancholy manner, which had both truth and lies mixed in since I really did and still don't mind eating spoiled food so that I didn't waste it, but I never really got sick from eating since my stomach was simply built different from the average.
I mentioned this so that I could gain sympathy from Camila, which was needed to smoothly complete the request, and overwhelming sympathy and pity is what I got as her motherly instincts kicked in and she said,
"Oh, you poor thing~ Just why would you go as far as to eat something knowing that it will upset your stomach?~"
"Just what happened when you were so young that made you build up such a self-sacrificing habit towards food that not even the hard working farmers in this town who produce the grain you eat have?~"
Camila let go of my hand and let me do as I pleased to her chest, as she was more concerned with me and caressed my cheek with a pityful look on her face, like she was asking me if I was alright and wanted to talk about any problems I had.
"N-No, not really...As it happened a long time ago, and I can barely remember it now, and I am even quite close to forgetting it even happened." I rejected her consolation while feeling embarrassed from being coddled, as I didn't really like talking about the past, especially to my loved ones, which Camila immediately understood and didn't ask any further about what happened.
"But if you don't believe me, then you can even ask my mother about my eating habits. Or actually, you don't even need to go that far, and you can just have a look at the plates in the sinks over there." I said as I looked at the stack of plates in the wash basin.
"I assure you that even if you used a magnescope, you wouldn't be able to find a grain of rice or a strand of noodle, since I've wiped all those plates clean and not left anything behind."