"W-What?! Who said I want to be kissed by someone like you, who's only my mother's boy toy?!" Bella arrogantly harumphed while folding her hands onto one another, after regaining her composure after hearing such a shocking question about herself.
"Only a gentleman out there who's worthy of me has the qualifications to take my first kiss...Definitely not a perverted hooligan like you who spends all his time p-playing around with my mom!"
Bella thought for sure that Kafka would try to persuade her to get her first kiss since she was used to boys begging her for favours because of the beautiful looks she got from her mother, whether it was in high school or university, and she always had them wrapped around her fingers to do her bidding.
But to her surprise, Kafka simply shook his shoulders like he had already moved on and casually said,
"Alright then. I won't force you."
"...N-No wait!"
Bella called out in fright, not expecting him to not care at all, and was even ignoring her at the moment and was looking at her mother like he was thinking about going in for another kiss. She then made up her mind to go for another attack that he surely couldn't ignore and said in a rather haughty manner,
"...As much as I don't want to kiss you, Kafka, since you're just not my type, I appreciate you helping out my mother in her lonely times and making her feel better in my place, so I wouldn't really mind letting you kiss me as a way of showing my appreciation like you asked for."
Bella thought that Kafka would surely take the offer she was giving up on a plate since it was close to impossible to find any young men in this world that didn't drool at the sight of a beautiful girl like her. But once again, to her shock, Kafka rejected her by saying,
And she also couldn't resist the dark and gloomy look in his eyes whenever he got serious, which for some reason always managed to make her leak her pants a bit and turn her nipples rock hard, even though it was quite frightening to look at, as if Kafka had completely turned into someone else she wasn't familiar with or even a part of Kafka that he wasn't willing to reveal and wanted to keep hidden forever.
Bella also felt Kafka's heavy gaze looming down on her, which, just like her mother, excited her for some reason, even though she couldn't stop trembling under his gaze. And it actually excited her so much and made her worked up that she didn't even think about what she was going to say and instinctively said to Kafka the first words that came to her mind while looking down in a subservient manner,
"Y-Yes Daddy...Your daughter Bella wants a k-kiss from you and nothing else."
"Hmmm...That's weird...I don't remember raising an arrogant little daughter like you who needs to understand that there are some moments you simply can't interrupt just because you want to and don't exactly know how to feel about you calling me 'Daddy' when your real father is out there somewhere..." Kafka said with a peculiar look on his face, as he really couldn't understand why she was calling him such terms, while Camila giggled away at the scene she was seeing since she had never seen her daughter act so obedient before.
"...But if you're so desperately in need of a father figure in your life and because of my relationship with your mother, I don't mind becoming the person you call father, as I too quite like the ring of it, especially when it comes from a pretty girl like you who's still a sweet little girl overall but still needs a little discipline here and there, who I-...No, I mean Daddy here can teach you, since your real father didn't do shit."
Bella's face turned red when she realised her blunder and couldn't believe she said the same thing again when she promised herself she would never do so. And before she could refute what she said, even though it wouldn't have much reliability after saying the same thing twice, Kafka didn't give her a chance to speak and came forward to give her the kiss she wanted.
Chu!~
Bella was caught off guard by the sudden attack on her lips.
But just like her mother, who watched this with her mouth covered and cheeks flushed like she was watching an enthralling drama, she slowly mellowed down as she got to feel the crevice in between his lips and his tongue that came out of them on her tender lips and let Kafka do whatever he wanted while she closed her eyes and dove into the sensation of getting a kiss on the lips for the first time in her life...