"Ah! I'm not calling you stupid or anything, Kafka, for falling for someone like me!"
Nina waved her hands to clear the misunderstanding she had accidentally created.
But then her face changed, like she seemed to be wondering if she really said anything wrong. She then looked at Kafka with an apologetic look on her face for her honest thoughts that she was going to say and hesitantly said,
"...B-But at the same time I am actually calling you stupid, since only someone who has something wrong in their head would actually want someone like me by their side."
Kafka didn't take Nina's comment about questioning his sanity to mind and simply smiled at how worked up she was to clear the misunderstanding she created, looking like someone who was going on a rant after chugging down a litre of black coffee.
"Calm down, Nina...You don't have to strain yourself to make up some reasoning for me to believe in you, since I really don't think that someone as gullible as you can do something like keeping a bunch of men wrapped around your fingers." Kafka said in a soft tone as he gently pushed back the silky hair that had fallen down behind Nina's long ears, which made her ears twitch when they felt his fingers slide behind them.
He then chuckled as he thought of something and said, "...Well, you can actually keep a bunch of men around you, Nina. But not by seducing them like anyone normally would, but by beating them up and keeping them as your loyal underlings."
As much as Nina wanted to deny Kafka calling her out to be a lady gangster, she had to admit that she had much better chance of becoming a mob lord, then a vixen who keeps a bunch of men as her play toys.
"And as for hating you or holding a grudge against you just because some words you said...Do you really think that I'm that sort of person?" Kafka plainly asked, to which Nina vigorously shook her head to show her disagreement.
Kafka chuckled at the sight of Nina's head spinning her head like a top and continued saying, "Hehe...Thank you for at least having this much trust in me, Nina...I guess I don't have to worry about you overthinking the matter now."
Kafka finished fixing Nina's hair and caressed her cheeks that had been changing colour all night like a chameleon because of Kafka's antics.
Nina begged Kafka not to spank her like she thought he was going to, since that was what she immediately thought of when the word 'punishment' was mentioned because of her part trauma with her mother.
She looked like she was even fine with him slapping her on the face as long as he didn't lay his hands on her ass and make her remember her mother's fury—that even her father cowered in fright.
"Don't worry, Nina...I won't use such barbaric and boorish methods to teach you a lesson." Kafka said as a sadistic smile formed on his face.
He then continued saying as he playfully pulled on Nina's cheeks that had paled in colour after hearing what he said, "What I'm going to do, or make you do to be exact, isn't going to leave a scar on your body like a good spanking would...But it's actually going to leave a scar on your mind itself, which you will never be able to erase because of what you're going to experience."
Even though Nina was supposed to give out a sigh of relief knowing that Kafka wasn't going to whip her bottom like her mother would've, she simply couldn't do so after hearing Kafka's bone-chilling words.
She didn't know exactly what he was going to do since it seemed like he wanted to keep it a mystery from her for now. But she knew that Kafka was a man of his word, and just like he mentioned, he was going to make her do something unimaginable that she wouldn't be able to forget for the rest of her life, which terrified her to the extreme.
Just as she was about to retract her statement out of her fear of what was coming for her and say that a little old spanking was actually fine, Kafka interrupted her by saying,
"But Nina, the lesson I'm going to teach you is going to have to wait."
"...For now, I'm going to leave a scar on your tits instead of your mind like you want me to, so anything else is going to have to wait after that."
Kafka said as he nudged Nina closer to him and used both his hands to hold up her hefty tits, which looked like they both contained a gallon of milk each.