"Now Nina, we both know that the reason you're asking me to bite you right on your nips is not a matter of inconvenience and because of something else." Kafka said as he looked at the guilty Nina with a scrutinising gaze. "So, you better tell me the exact reason why you want me to bite onto your breasts, or the only thing I'll be biting into is my mom's dinner when I get back home."
Just like how Nina threatened Kafka, Kafka did the same in a rather bizarre way that would make anyone else raise a brow in confusion and wonder if both Nina and Kafka were rabid animals biting one another.
But Nina, on the other hand, truly felt how threatening Kafka's words were to her, as after telling her true desires to Kafka, there was no way she could back off without actually making it happen, or else she wouldn't be able to make up for the degrees of humiliation she felt when she asked a school boy to bite onto her breasts and leave a mark.
"F-Fine, Kafka...I'll tell you why, but you better not tease me for it." Nina finally came to a compromise in a reluctant manner and looked like she would bite Kafka back if he were to make fun of her.
She then used her arms to push them into her buxom breasts, which made her green milkers get pushed out into Kafka's view, and she said in a fluster, "I-It's just that for a while my n-nipples have been really hard now, and I-I feel like they're almost made of stone."
Kafka stared at her dark purple nipples that looked like little blueberries sticking onto the edge of her breasts and hanging onto dear life.
He found that what Nina was saying with a flushed expression on her face was absolutely true, as her nipples really did look bigger than when he first saw them, almost as if they were growing out of her breasts. They looked so hard and sharp that he could probably even cut paper with them.
"Even though I didn't know why they became this way since they really only get this hard when I feel really cold, I thought that they would eventually settle down after a while like they always do..." Nina said as she stared at her areolas, which also seemed to have become wider and lighter colour after expanding in size along with her nipples.
"...But who would've thought that they would not only stay like this, but they'd also grow harder by the minute to the extent that it actually feels a little painful for me like someone is poking those two points with needles?"
Kafka nodded his head as it was natural to feel a tingling sensation that was at the borderline of pain and pleasure when one's nipples were as hard as Nina's right now, where they were so stiff and worked up that he could actually see her purple grapes quivering like they were begging for some excitement.
"And I don't really know why I thought of this idea, as it's simply an absurd thought that popped up in my head when I saw you...But for some reason when I looked at you, my body, or my n-nipples to be exact, were screaming at me to have you bite onto them and suck on them if I wanted them to calm down, as embarrassing as it is to admit."
"Nina, I think I actually know why you have those strange feelings towards me and why exactly you want me to suck on your breasts."
Kakfa said as he started the process of planting a seed in her heart that would be impossible to erase and will slowly help in turning her over to his side, no matter how reluctant she was to do so.
"What?! Really, Kafka?!...You know why I'm having such strange thoughts towards you?!"
Nina asked with a bright look in her eyes, as she didn't want to be considered a pervert because of the weird urges she had when she was in Kafka's presence and was willing to consider any other reason other than that she was a lecher.
She also couldn't help admire Kafka, as he always seemed to have the answer to everything she asked for and seemed so knowledgeable, which gave her a sense of safety, like there was nothing that could go wrong with Kafka by her side.
She also wanted to use Kafka as her weapon and make him ask her best friend, Camila some really difficult questions with that smart brain of his, which she will never be able to answer as revenge for how Camila always teased her for being rather slow and make her feel like the slow one for the first time in her life.
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"I do, Nina...But I don't think you will accept this reason that easily, as much as it's true." Kafka said with a wry smile on his face, like he was warning her about how ridiculous his reasoning sounded and that she had to be rather open-minded to accept it.
"It's fine, Kafka! No matter how absurd it may be, I'm willing to accept it, as long as I'm not considered a pervert who not only likes b-butt stuff but also wants a child to bite onto my breasts!" Nina exclaimed in a desperate manner, like she was fine with having one kink for Kafka's satisfaction, but no more than that. "So don't hesitate and tell me about it!...I'm all ears!"
"Sigh...Then what if I were to tell you that the reason you wanted me to suck on your breasts wasn't because you are a pervert who has a biting kink, but simply because you want to bear my children in your womb...Are you still willing to hear me out?"
Kafka said with a slight smile on his face, like he were asking her if she was still up for the task after hearing his ridiculous reason, to which Nina simply stared at him with wide eyes and her pink lips parted, flabbergasted to the extent that she started to wonder if her hearing was damaged after Kafka played with her long ears.
She didn't even know where to begin questioning Kafka about the shocking reason he announced and first wanted some time to process what he just said...