I was satisfied that Camila was acting more independently and cared more about herself than her family, so I wasn't as irritated by her daughter and let go of Camila from my embrace to her reluctance, which made Camila stare in the direction of her daughter with irritation in her eyes once again, like she was blaming it all on her to my joy and satisfaction.
"You don't have to worry about me laying my hands on your daughter since I'm not really interested in brats like her..." I said while pulling up Camila's pants that were showing half her ass, while she massaged her cheeks to reduce the flush on them so that her daughter didn't get suspicious.
"Brat? How can you call her a brat when she's even older than you?" Camila asked with a smile on her face, like she found what I said to be funny.
She then playfully pulled my cheeks for talking like I was an elder and said, "You're the youngest person in this house right now and are only a little baby who's still studying in highschool...So if we're going to call anyone a brat, then it's you, my little Kafka~"
"I'm into older women, as I've mentioned before, Camila, so anyone that's under the minimum age of 30 is a brat to me..." I said as I let her pull my cheeks, which made her roll her eyes at my words that seemed so childish to hear. "And I only target ladies out there who are like you, so you should be wary of them rather than your daughter, who's the exact opposite."
"...But saying that also means that you wouldn't have to worry too much about any of the women I might be interested in, doesn't it?" I wondered as I pulled her hands from my cheeks, which made her pout in reluctance.
"Why is that?" Camila asked as she came closer to me and stood on her toes so that she could get a better look at me, while having a proud smile on her face and an interested look in her eyes, like she wanted to know my answer. "Why don't I have to worry about my competition out there when there's so many women out there who I'm sure that you can easily take down to your desire?"
"That's because you literally don't have any competition, since it's basically impossible to find a woman that's as wonderful and beautiful as you." I said as I moved my head closer until our noses touched and we could see the visage of one another in each other's twinkling eyes.
"...So unless there's another one in a billion women out there just like you, you can sit back and relax, knowing that I won't be bringing any ladies back home any time soon."
"Hmph!~ Don't make me out to be a meddlesome woman who selfishly wants to keep you all for myself, as I'm more than fine with you having a bunch of partners by your side."
Camila harumphed like she found what I said about her wanting to monogamy to be insulting, which I still didn't understand how it worked out. But she was still happy with my compliments, seeing how she was rubbing her foot on the floor like a timid little girl, and continued saying,
But I wasn't going to let Camila put herself down like that and let her give up on herself the moment she heard something that might lower her confidence, so I swiftly grabbed her head that was lowering down in shame by the chin and pulled her up until she looked at me to her surprise.
And then, while her daughter was shocked by my sudden intimate behaviour with her mother, I tilted Camila's head left and right and stared at her like I was examining her beautiful face with a solemn look on my face, which made Camila blush because of how close I was and the fact that her daughter was watching in shock as all of it happened.
And then, while still holding Camila's face in my hand, which was warming up at my touch, I looked at Bella, who still couldn't believe what she saw, and said with a straight look on my face,
"Really?...I actually think that your mother is a fine woman who's not only as beautiful as the moon but also a joy to talk to because of how smart and cheerful she is...So if you are telling me that all the aunties in your neighbourhood are like her, then please do introduce me to them, as it would be a joy to talk to any woman as wonderful as your mother."
Bella didn't know what to say about my comment, as she had thought that I was a docile and innocent boy after seeing how I interacted with her. But she was caught off guard by how persuasive and bold I was—to not only catch a hold of her mother in a sensual manner, like I was her lover, but also proclaim how lovely she was in front of her, which she was sure that not even her father could do.
Camila too was surprised by my words about her, as she was sure that all my sweet words that I had told her before were simply so that I could make her feel satisfied, and she thought that I was simply showing off when I said that I wasn't afraid of anyone knowing about our relationship.
But when she saw me boldy tell to her daughter exactly what I told to her in the kitchen, while at the same time holding her in such a endearing manner even though I knew her daughter was watching it all, the sadness and gloominess she felt after hearing her daughter's words were instantly washed away and the way she looking at me was like she was so close to ignoring and not caring that her daughter was watching us at the moment, and looked like she wanted to throw herself in my embrace and kiss me all over in return for all the happiness I brought her.
Her feelings were so stirred up because of my words that she looked like she was going to start tearing up because of how content and fortunate she was at the moment to have someone like me by her side, who she knew would pick her up at even the worst moment, unlike her husband, who wouldn't even care to bother about her.
But unfortunately for her, her tears ran dry the moment she saw me staring at her with a slightly angry look in my eyes, which she immediately knew was because she put herself down again when I told her not to do so many times before.
And after giving her another strict look, like I was asking her if she would do it ever again, she shook her head in a frantic manner, to which I sighed and let go of her chin, seeing that she had learned her lesson.
Camila didn't keep her distance from me like she did the whole time her daughter was here to avoid any suspicion, and this time she actually got closer to me the moment I let her go, like she didn't want to go anywhere without me and held her head down as she stood beside me, which baffled Bella, since Camila looked more like my obedient and loveable wife at the moment with how shy she looked than her mother, who had been married to her father for over two decades, which she didn't know what to make of.