"W-Why are you staring at me in a daze, Kafka?...Does my body look weird?" Nina nervously asked as she saw Kafka staring at her figure with wide eyes like he was caught up in a dreamland, and she was scared he was going to find something off-putting about her body that she worked quite hard to maintain.
"It would make sense if I didn't look the same as when I was younger, since I've grown a lot older...I've also entered my fortys recently, which is rather embarrassing to admit."
"...B-But I think that I've worked hard to keep up a decent figure. Don't you think so as well, Kafka?"
Nina implored Kafka to agree with what she said, even if he was saying it simply, so that he didn't hurt her feelings because her figure was the one thing she held confidence in herself before Kafka came into her life.
She didn't know what she would do if Kafka said that her figure was rather disappointing and not what he was expecting, since what currently gave her the most confidence in her life was Kafka and what he thought about her, valuing his thoughts more than hers or anyone else's.
"Uh?...O-Oh, sorry, Nina...I was was caught in a reverie after seeing your body; I didn't pick up anything you said, so could you please repeat what you just said?"
Kafka said like he had just woken up from an immersive daydream that dragged him to an entirely different world.
He then looked at Nina's figure once again and then at Nina's eyes, which had turned brighter, and said,
She then continued saying as she jumped around Kafka's lap in excitement like a little kid, not even caring that her plump chest was jumping along with her,
"I can even show you pictures of me and my mother in the hospital bed when I was born a long time ago!~ You can see in that picture that my father took that it was my mother who gave birth to me and not mother nature like you say, which is absolutely ridiculous to think about!~"
"No, Nina! Please don't do that!...You're already as cute as you are now...But if you were to show me your baby pictures, I probably wouldn't be able to handle how adorable you looked back then and would immediately faint with a satisfied look on my face."
Kafka said in an exaggerated manner like he was risking suffering an actual heartattack, which made a wide small appear on Nina's face that was full of pure joy and excitement.
"Oh, Kafka!~ Just who taught you to speak to women in such a way that makes them happier with every word you pronounce?~" Nina threw herself into Kafka's embrace and gave him a big hug as her massive chest collided into his, causing her jiggly milk bags to spread out in shape.
She then looked up at Kafka with loveable eyes that didn't match her usual appearance at all and curiously asked, "What is it your mother, Kafka? What is it your mother who taught you from a very young age about how to impress the ladies?"
"...If it it really is, then I have to say that she's made a big mess of her son's life, since every woman you talk to is going to be thinking about you all the time and would fight with others to be by your side."
Nina was about to say, 'I know that for sure, without a doubt, since I myself would surely be in the line fighting for you as well'. But she quickly silenced herself after realising the misunderstandings that would arise and blamed herself for having such shameful thoughts.