Chapter 361: Like Mother, Like Son



You see, Kafka was actually a really nice person in general...Even nicer than the average person if put into perspective.

He was the type of person to cook his elderly neighbours next door some treats when he had some free time back on Earth, help out at the local fundraisers if necessary, volunteer to help out at children's hospitals, clean up any litter he saw on the road, and even help the local grannies cross the street.

He also treated everyone equally regardless of race, gender, ethnicity, or what they believed in and also had a very open-minded nature that kept with the times.

Overall, he was a model citizen and also a gentleman that every mother wished their son would grow up to be.

But even he had a certain quality that didn't really add to his nice guy image.

That was his possessiveness over the things he loved with all his heart.

Whether it was the first book he was gifted by the old lady who visited the orphanage he was in, which he held dear, or his mother in this world, who he would even die for. He was someone who would tear the world apart if he were to know that someone was trying to harm them.

He had already lost too much in the past due to the conditions he had to live through, and he promised himself that he would never lose anything he loved again.

At the same time, he also swore that he would never give away something that he loved, no matter how desperate a situation he was in, and would do whatever it takes to keep what he loved to himself.

So, when he had heard Nina, someone that he had fallen for, which was inevitable with how wonderful of a woman she was, tell Kafka that she had other men in her life, it brought up some ugly emotions that he didn't want to show anyone at all.

Her current relationship with her husband was basically nonexistent to the extent that her husband probably wouldn't even care if she saw her with another man, so she really didn't think of it too much, even though she knew that she was committing a big mistake by going behind her husband's back to be with Kafka.

But what she proclaimed to be doing right was definitely a horrible act of infidelity, which she was scared would change the way Kafka looked at her.

But fortunately enough for Nina, Kafka knew that she was not that sort of woman. He'd much rather believe that the world is ending in the next minute, then think that the persona Nina was putting on was true because of how pure her heart was to the extent that Kafka even struggled to dirty her by laying his hands on her.

But now that Nina had told a lie that put a stain on her white heart, Kafka didn't feel too against the matter of 'roughing her up' for the sake of the request and making her do a 'certain matter' that he was hesitant on making her do before, to make sure she never forgets the lie she uttered in front of him today.

"Of course I know that you were simply joking, Nina...You're someone who turns red even if I look at you for too long, so there's no chance in hell that I'm going to believe that you're the seductress you tried to make yourself out to be."

Kafka said with a gentle smile on his face, which made Nina's eyes, which were slowly blurring from regret about joking about such an ugly matter, turn bright again.

Of course Kafka's eyes were still coldly staring at her, which made it seem like she was staring into two ancient wells that were swirling around endlessly, but she chose to ignore that from the elation of knowing that the misunderstanding was cleared up.

"R-Really, Kafka?!...You really don't think that I'm that sort of woman, right, since I really am not!" Nina asked in a frantic manner, wanting to make sure that Kafka wasn't simply saying so to appease her and was actually secretly holding a grudge against her.

She then continued to say, in a hurry to increase her credibility, "I mean, just think about it, Kafka...I said that I have multiple partners, but how is that even possible when you're the only person I've met in my life that actually finds me attractive?"

"And I'm not just talking about my looks, which ward off most men from me, but my rugged personality as well...Which stupid man out there would actually want a violent woman like me who can easily break their bones if she wanted to?"

Kafka's brow twitched when he heard Nina call her an idiot, which Nina was quick to notice.