"So you're saying that the reason that you allowed me to have a feel of your tummy is because you treated it as giving me a reward for making you happy?" I asked, to which Nina nodded her head while rubbing her abdomen like she could still feel the warmth of my hands on them. Find exclusive stories on m_v l|e-novelhall.net
I then continued asking, "I see...Then, what exactly what is that I said to you that made you feel like I deserved to get something in return, Nina?"
"I-I don't know...It must have been because you complimented my figure, Kafka, that I don't really hear a lot of from others." Nina expressed a slight sense of embarrassment, acknowledging that she experienced a reaction to a child's praise for her body.
"Usually the aunties that come around always tell me that I need to eat more because I'm so thin, and I've been hearing those exact words ever since I was a child, so it was kind of nice seeing that there was someone else that appreciated the figure that I was proud of myself."
Nina looked at me with a peculiar gaze, like she was wondering if she should be grateful that someone finally strolled into her life who appreciated her for who she was or if she should be asking what type of fate she had for that very person to be a high schooler.
"Wait...Then does that mean you'll give me a lot more 'treats', if I were to praise your figure again?" I asked with an avid look in my eyes as I took a step forward, like I was ready to say a barrage of praise to go for another round of feeling her slender body up.
"If it is, then I already have a thousand things I have to say about your stellar figure that should surely be enough for you to give me a big enough reward that it leads us into your bedroom."
"Keep on dreaming, you little brat!"
Nina took a step forward with an annoyed look on her face, giving me a knock on the head to snap me out of my fantasies.
She then reprimanded me in a stern manner, saying,
"I already told you that giving too many cookies to a child will turn him spoiled and ungrateful...So don't you dare think that I'll keep on giving in to your lewd desires, that I'm pretty sure you have plenty about me in that perverted mind of yours whenever you make me a bit happy."
"Then what if I make you 'really' happy, Nina?...What if I make you so cheerful and delighted that you just want to jump on your bed and kick your feet in the air because of how ecstatic you are?" I asked as I rubbed my head, as even though Nina had really soft hands, her fists were nothing to joke about. "Would you let me indulge in one of my desires then?"
When she felt my hand hold onto hers in a rather delicate manner, like I was holding onto a piece of fragile jade, she couldn't help but blush and feel embarrassed, even more so when I held onto her waists for some weird reason, even though this was much more tame in comparison.
But she still couldn't allow me to know how shy she felt right now, so she quickly calmed herself down and had a bored look on her face, like she was telling me to hurry up with whatever it was I was trying to do.
After holding onto her soft hand, I brought the can I was holding in my other hand towards her wrist until the surface of the can was right along her skin, which looked like stained glass that was tinted a light green colour. I then looked at Nina, who was feeling rather nervous from holding hands, even though she was already an adult, and said,
"Look, Nina. Look at the colour of your skin and the colour of this can of juice...Don't you think that they look similar?"
"Huh?...O-Oh yeah, they kind of do look the same."
Nina snapped out of her daze and answered, as she got a close look at the two and agreed that the can did match her skin tone.
A look of realisation then appeared on Nina's face, like she figured out what I was actually trying to say earlier, and she said to me in a hurry,
"Wait...Kafka...Does this mean that when you said that I look like this can, you meant the colour of the watermelon design and not the shape of the watermelon itself?"
"What else do you think, Nina?...Do you think that I'm some kind of idiot who'd call the girl he likes fat?...What use would that do to me other than make the girl in question hate me?" I asked with a wry smile on my face, even though I was guilty of calling my mom fat when I just met her.
"Right...That does make a lot more sense." Nina nodded her head like she had finally figured everything out, and she also had a look of relief in her eyes now that she knew that I wasn't trying to hurt her in any way earlier. She then looked at me with an apologetic look on her face and said, "Sorry about that, Kafka...Just like earlier, I've made another misconception about you."
"...It's just that I'm not used to people talking about my skin colour, as everyone considers it an awkward topic to bring up in front of variant humans, so I didn't even think that you were talking about my skin and thought you were comparing my figure to a watermelon instead."
Nina tightened her grip on my hand as she apologised, like she was really sorry for repeatedly doubting me for her own insecurities, and looked really regretful that she was treating someone who was constantly lifting her up in such an ungrateful way, promising in her heart to never do such a thing again.