blueteamnovel Chapter 521 You're A Good Man
Chapter 521 You're A Good Man
But then, unexpectedly, Camila's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile that caught both of us off guard.
Whatever frustration lingered evaporated, replaced by a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she stepped forward, closing the space between us, her hand intimately sliding into mine.
"Actually..." She began softly, her voice dripping with playful sweetness. "You might have a point, Bella."
I barely had time to react before she pressed her body against my side, her plump chest lightly brushing against my arm. Her touch was warm and deliberate, and her fingers tightened around mine as she tilted her head up to look at me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
"Do you know why my pants are wet, Bella?" She asked, her voice low, her words laced with mock innocence. She paused, clearly savouring the moment, then leaned in closer as she said, "Because I couldn't handle it. All that love Kafka gave me? It was just too much. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, his everything—I couldn't help myself and exploded all over the place."
Her words were utterly shameless, and the playful, provocative tone only added to the intensity. She then kept her gaze locked on mine, enjoying the way I tensed under her teasing confession.
"You were so passionate, Kafka..." She continued, her voice almost purring now. "...so relentless when you're focused on me. It's overwhelming...in the best way."
Her words dripped with exaggerated sweetness, every syllable laced with intent, and she didn't look away, savouring the effect her teasing had on me. I could feel the tension in my body, the warmth of her against my arm, but before I could even think of a reply, a sharp voice broke through.
"Me too!"
Camila and I both turned, and there was Bella, her face flushed with what could only be described as jealousy. Her hands were balled into fists, her lips forming a pout that was equal parts childish indignation and exaggerated drama.
"You think you're the only one he's showered with love?" Bella declared, stepping forward with a huff.
She then grabbed onto my other arm, wrapping her smaller hands around it and pressing herself close. The warmth of her touch mirrored Camila's, though her movements carried a distinct energy of defiance.
Bella then tilted her head up to meet my gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mix of jealousy and determination. "It was you, Daddy!" She accused, her voice rising. "You made me wet myself too! Don't even try to deny it!"
I blinked, completely taken aback, while Camila's eyebrows shot up, her expression shifting into something between amusement and surprise.
"Oh really?" Camila slowly dragged out, tilting her head as she regarded Bella with a teasing smirk. "And how exactly did he do that?"
Bella turned to her, clearly unwilling to back down.
"Because he's so unrelenting, like you said! The way he focuses on you?...Hah! That's nothing compared to how he was with me. His love was overwhelming—so much that I couldn't take it anymore and did s-some embarrassing things." She tightened her grip on my arm for emphasis, her cheeks burning with the theatrical nature of her confession.
Her dramatic tone filled the room, and I could feel the warmth of her touch, the sincerity of her playful accusations despite the exaggerated nature of her words. Bella's eyes sparkled with determination, daring Camila to rise to the challenge.
Camila, never one to back down, smirked knowingly. "Oh, sweetie." She said, her tone syrupy sweet with a sharp edge. "That's cute, really. But it's nothing compared to what he did with me."
"W-What do you mean?" Bella's expression faltered slightly, but her grip on my arm didn't loosen.
Camila stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine with a teasing glint that immediately put me on edge. She slid her hand over mine, intertwining our fingers, her touch deliberate and warm. With a playful sigh, she leaned into my side, her voice dropping into a soft, intimate tone.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as I moved to Camila, cupping her cheek and giving her the same treatment, a soft kiss that caught her off guard.
Kiss~
Then I went back and forth—foreheads, cheeks, anywhere I could land a kiss—until both of them were too flustered to keep up their banter.
Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~
Kiss~ Kiss~ Kiss~
"Stop fighting." I said firmly but warmly, stepping back to look at both of them. "There's plenty of love to go around. You don't need to compete for it. Got it?"
Bella blinked, her wide eyes darting away from mine as she mumbled, "I-I wasn't fighting." Her hands fidgeted at her sides, and she glanced at Camila briefly before looking at the floor, clearly flustered.
Camila, on the other hand, gave me a gentle smile. The playfulness in her expression softened, replaced by something deeper, more meaningful.
She reached out and touched my arm lightly, her fingers warm against my skin. "You really do know how to handle us, don't you?" She said softly, her tone affectionate.
"Hmph! Of course! Or else I would've already been torn apart by your little fights and would've been left in pieces."I shrugged, trying to keep my voice light.
Camila's smile grew, and she shook her head slightly. "You're a good man, Kafka." She murmured, almost to herself. "The right man, me and Bella were lucky enough to meet."
Bella glanced up at Camila, then at me, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something but couldn't quite find the words.
Unable to handle how both of them were looking at me with such a tender look in their eyes, I clapped my hands together, breaking the moment before it got too heavy as I said, "Alright, enough mushy stuff. Didn't you both have a surprise planned for me?"
That got their attention. Camila straightened, and Bella's eyes widened in realisation. The tension between them broke like a popped balloon.
"Oh!" Bella exclaimed, looking slightly panicked. "We almost forgot!"
Camila cleared her throat, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she regained her composure. "Yes, but...not like this." She said, gesturing to their damp, dishevelled clothes. "We need to change first. Can't exactly set up a surprise looking like we've been through a storm."
"Good idea. I'd hate to ruin whatever you've got planned." I smirked, seating myself back on the sofa.
Camila reached down, picking up the package and cradling it in her arms. She then turned to Bella, her tone brisk but kind as she said, "Come on, Bella. Let's get ready."
Bella hesitated for a moment, casting one last glance at me before nodding. "Right." She said, her voice quieter now like she was nervous about what they were going to show me.
The two of them then headed toward their room, Camila leading the way with the package in hand. As Bella followed, she glanced over her shoulder, her expression caught somewhere between flustered and thoughtful.
I watched them go, shaking my head with a small smile. Whatever they had planned, I had no doubt it would be memorable seeing as to how nervous and excited both of them were...