Nina gulped when she saw how close our lips were, to the extent that she could feel the hot hair leaving my nose on her collarbone below, and she couldn't keep her eye off my lips, which were approaching her ever so slowly.
She even had thoughts of letting whatever was happening happen, as she too wanted to know what my slender lips tasted like after getting caught up in the mood that was making her mind think of delirious thoughts.
But when she saw the reflection of her face in my eyes, which looked so mature and experienced, and then compared it to the face of the boy in front of her, who was full of innocence and youth, she came to a realisation of what she was about to do and immediately knew that she had to stop it before she made a mistake that she couldn't take back.
"S-Stop it, Kafka...I'm a married woman who belongs to my husband, so I can't allow you to kiss me on the lips no matter how you try to tempt me with your tricks." Nina said as she blocked my mouth with her hand and turned away to avoid my kiss.
I was expecting this answer from Nina, as she was quite the tough nut to crack and wouldn't succumb to me so easily. But what she said next was something that came out of nowhere and pleasantly surprised me.
"...B-But at the same time, I would also feel quite bad if I were to turn you away just like that when you look so sincere and desperate right now, so out of pity from the bottom of my heart, I'll let you kiss me on the cheek."
Nina coyly said while fiddling with her fingers, not wanting the boy before her, who actually put herself before someone like Camila, whom she thought she could never compare to in terms of looks, to be all disappointed and sad that he didn't get what he wanted after putting in so much effort, almost as if she were treating me like a kid that deserved a consolation prize.
"Even though a kiss on the lips is too much, I'm sure that my husband wouldn't mind if a kid like you who's still going to school gave me a peck on the cheek, since it's the same as a toddler giving me a kiss out of pure innocence and love." Nina tried to make it so that the situation was a little less awkward and also tried to convince herself that she was doing nothing to feel guilty about it.
She was simply giving the little puppy in front of her a little treat for doing a trick that she enjoyed watching, and that's all there was to it...Or at least, that's what she was telling herself.
"A kiss on the cheek?...I don't mind that at all." I said in an excited manner since I really wasn't expecting this blissful outcome. I then asked Nina, who was gesturing for me to be quiet and not say what I was going to do aloud in case someone heard us, "...But which cheek do I kiss, Nina? The left or the right."
"Any cheek you want, Kafka. It's your wish." Nina said as she looked around me to see if anyone was around us to witness the scene that was making her so nervous, as she didn't want to be caught handing out kisses to kids when she was already a married woman and twice my age. "Just do it quickly in case someone walks in on us."
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"Of course, I'm talking about these butt cheeks you have hanging behind you, Nina." I said with a grin on my face as I took a step forward and wrapped my hand around her to grope her tight ass, which made her let out a shriek out of shock from having her ass get manhandled without warning.
"...Did you forget about these fat cheeks you have behind you just because you can't really see them at all times?"
"If that's really the case, I might as well give a tight slap on these juicy cheeks you have and let you feel the burning imprint of my hand on your flesh along with the kiss...I'm pretty sure that would make you remember how tempting of an ass you have every time your butt stings when you sit down." I bent down and whispered into Nina's long ears, which were visibly trembling at the moment like bamboo leaves in the gentle wind.
I also stuck both my thumbs into her pants until I could feel her silky underwear at the top of my fingers and started pulling her pants down to give her the slap on the ass she needed to make her remember the treasure she had hidden behind her.
Unfortunately, I forgot to unbotton her pants first, so I could only pull her pants down to the extent that only half her butt was revealed, before Nina slapped my hands away and backed off in a fluster.
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But that half-baked sight itself was a glorious scene that resembled two verdant hills that collided into one another to form a picturesque view that would surely attract half the tourist population if it were to be put on display and turned into a tourist hotspot.
"K-Kafka, you hooligan!...Just what do you think you're doing?!" Nina exclaimed in trepidation as she stared at me with a face that was burning with embarrassment from getting groped, while at the same time trying to pull her pants up to push back the green meat that was hanging out back into her pants.
She then continued saying while gritting her teeth, "If it wasn't enough that I let you stay with me even after I found out that you're trying to pluck me away from my husband, out of pity and the grace of my heart...But now you're also going around feeling up my butt as well?"
"...I really do wonder if I should just kick you out or maybe even use my broom to chase you out to show you that I'm not someone who you can easily mess around with." Nina looked at the entrance of the building with a pensive gaze, like she was really considering kicking me out of her place for her safety.
But like an older sister who couldn't help but spoil her little brother no matter what he did and forgave him for all the problems he caused just because she couldn't bear seeing him upset, she only looked at the exit for a second before looking away, unable to do anything that could potentially hurt my feelings in any way.
As for bringing out the broom, it didn't even have to be mentioned, as there was no way that Nina, who was so scared just to see a frown on my face, would do something that would actually bring me any physical pain.