"Come on, Kafka!~ Tell me where you want to kiss me already!~" Nina exclaimed as she eagerly pulled on Kafka's hand, wanting to know just how dirty his thoughts were. "Tell me already!~ I'm dying to know where a perv like you would want to kiss me!~"
"I'll tell you, Nina. I'll tell you...You don't have to rush me." Kafka quickly answered Nina's urges and dissolved all the horrible thoughts he was having about what he would do if anyone were to ever hurt Nina, which would even make the devil's skin crawl.
He then looked at the pretty green eyes that were expectantly waiting for an answer from him and said, "...But before I do, I would like to ask if there are any boundaries...As in, if I'm allowed to kiss you anywhere on your body, no matter how hidden that place may be or if there are some places that are off the grid."
"My lips, Kafka!...You can't kiss my lips!" Nina said in a hurry as she covered up her tender lips and frantically shook her head, thinking that a direct kiss on the lips would make her have some strange thoughts about Kafka that she couldn't get rid of and would forever change their relationship.
"Well, that's a pity...The first thing that came to mind when a kiss was mentioned was your pink lips, Nina, that look so soft and supple and look like the perfect place to lay my lips on." Kafka played with Nina's lower lip with his thumb, while Nina gazed down at the sight of her lips getting teased in a fluster.
He then continued saying, "But if I can't kiss you on your lips, then that means I have to kiss you somewhere else on your body, which can be anywhere, since you really haven't told me anywhere else where I can't kiss other than your lips."
"...Or is that you want to add anything else that I can't kiss, Nina, since a girl like you who gets so easily embarrassed will probably faint if I were to give you a kiss anywhere else?"
Kafka gave Nina the option of safely backing off and indirectly warned her about what would happen if she didn't mention anywhere else on her stellar figure that was off limits.
Nina's ears twitched, and she could feel her face warm up when she heard what Kafka said, knowing exactly what it entailed. She even considered telling him that he could only kiss her somewhere else on her face and no where else, since just the thought of Kafka planting his lips somewhere on her naked body was making her lightheaded, just like Kafka said.
But she knew that if she did, she would lose her chance to find out the desires Kafka had for her and what he would do if he were given a chance to have his way with her.
She also didn't like how he was treating her like someone who couldn't handle a little intimacy, even though she was a fully grown adult and wanted to prove him wrong.
"...So I know that there's no way you would do anything to me that would actually make me uncomfortable, and I can rest assured that even if I were to stand naked in front of you, you wouldn't do something that would make me regret putting all my trust in you."
Nina ruffled Kafka's hair and even though her image was mostly of a very lively and active woman who expressed her feelings openly no matter the circumstances, she currently genuinely looked like a caring older sister doting on her little brother.
Kafka could also feel the love in the words she uttered, and when it was accompanied by the tender gaze in her eyes, he himself couldn't blush a little and look away in embarrassment.
He couldn't believe that he had to make stories, tell lies, distort the truth, play mind games, and do all sorts of tricks to make Nina fall for her, and all Nina had to do was stroke his hair and show him a smile to make him feel like his heart dropped out of his chest, which made him give a helpless smile at the unfair way love worked.
"Fine, Nina, since you really insist on knowing what part of you I want to kiss, then I'll tell you the truth and what I'm going to do to you." Kafka said with a confident glint in his eyes, like he found his resolve to carry out the task at hand, which also scared Nina a little, knowing what was to come next.
He then continued saying, while looking deep into Nina's verdant eyes, "...What I want to do to you, Nina, is kiss every colour on your body, no matter how hidden it may be."
"That's also what I'm going to do to you now, no matter what you say or how much you may resist, since you already gave me permission to do so, and you can only blame yourself for what's to come." Kafka finished what he was saying, like he was making a vow.
And when Nina heard what he wanted to do to her, her heart couldn't help but race furiously to the extent that Kafka could feel her chest, which was pressed against his arm, vibrating and giggle around.
She knew exactly what it meant for him to kiss all the different colours on her body and how humiliating an experience it was going to be for her, since those colours were very well hidden and were in places that never usually see the light of day.
But even though she was ashamed to the extreme to hear such a request, she also felt a certain thrill run through her body when she imagined Kafka kissing her most intimate parts, some of which her hands couldn't even reach because they were in a very hidden place and she could only see those colours in the mirror.
In the end, she sat quietly on his lap with no words of protest, which indicated her silent approval of what was to come, and she obediently waited to see which colour of her body Kafka was going to first, hoping that he didn't directly start off with the other pink part of her body other than the insides of her ears...