blueteamnovel Chapter 425 Nagashi Somen
Chapter 425 Nagashi Somen
"That's enough, Kafi, you little tyrant." My mother sighed and knocked me on the head after being unable to watch me petrify the mother-daughter pair any longer. She then looked at the two who were holding onto one another and said, "Just look at how scared they look right now because of what you said...Is this how I taught you to treat our guests, as well as our new family members?"
My mother shook her head, wondering just where I got such an overbearing personality and started to wonder if it was from Olivia, who was quite tenacious in her own way.
"Don't misunderstand, Abi." Camila immediately responded when she heard someone accusing her of being scared. She then looked away while crossing her hands over one another like it were no big deal at all and said, "I was just humouring Kafka here and simply going along with his act. Do you really think that a little boy like Kakfa can actually frighten me into following his words?"
"Y-Yeah, Auntie Abigaille! What my mother said!" Bella was just as proud as her mother, so she also refused to admit to the charges enforced on her to maintain her dignity.
She then looked down at me like she was looking at a toddler and said in disdain, "Other those disgusting spiders, there's nothing out there in the world that can scare us, mother and daughter...Especially not a kid like Kafka, who probably wasn't even born when I first entered school."
Camila nodded her head with a look of approval on her face when she heard her daughter emphasising how unbreakable they were together. Bella also let out a smile when she saw her mother looking at her with a prideful gaze for backing her up at the right time.
The reason they were still quite resistant when they were just frightened stiff earlier was because they knew that, as scary as I was at certain times, there was no actual way that I would do something to hurt and simply called out my bluff.
"I see...Then what if I were to bring a spider in here, especially the ones that have super long legs that me and my mother found in the garage yesterday?"
I asked with a smile on my face, which made both Bella and Camila's eyes dilate to the size of a pin.
"Would you listen to me then?"
"No, Kafka! Anything but those creepy crawlers that give me nightmares!"
"Y-Yes, Daddy! We'll do whatever you say, so don't you dare say that you'll bring those despicable things into the house, or else I'll really cry, and you'd be the one responsible for making a little girl shed tears!"
Both mother and daughter, who were deathly afraid of spiders, held onto each other in terror at the mention of those eight legged creatures and immediately lost the tough act they were putting on.
"Awww~ But aren't spiders so cute, especially with all those eyes they have on their face and their fuzzy little legs~ How can you possibly call those cute little creatures disgusting?~"
My mother, who actually liked insects, stated her opinion on spiders with an excited look on her face, which made both the people in the room who had a severe case of arachnophia take a step away from my mother while staring at her with wide eyes like she were the devil incarnate.
"So..." I stopped my mother from proclaiming her love of spiders since Bella looked like she would faint if she were to hear any more about spiders, and instead I stated my own conditions. "...Are you two going to follow what I say like the 'vessel' and 'guest' you both are, or should I take matters into my own hands and ask my mother, who's quite fond of spiders, to bring one in to show you guys?"
My mother's eyes shined brightly when she thought of how she could showcase the cuteness of spiders to her new family.
But unfortunately for her, she wouldn't get to have the chance, as Camila had already assumed the position to 'serve' Bella like I had instructed her earlier.
She didn't want to take any chances when it came to her deepest fear, so she didn't hesitate to pose like I told her and was currently looking back at me like she was asking why I was still stalling and not going forth with serving Bella.
Bella was surprised when she saw her mother, who was standing beside her, suddenly disappear.
When she turned around, thinking that her mother had already run off at the mention of spiders, she was shocked to find Camila behind her, placing both her hands on the edge of the dining table and pushing her bouncy ass for all of us to see.
Her face was right in front of the two rice cakes behind Camila's back, and she blushed at seeing her mother's privates so close up to the extent that she could even smell the sour fragrance of her wet pussy and also see her puckered-up anus that trembled every now and then.
Camila was by no means enjoying exposing herself to Bella and actually felt just as embarrassed as her daughter at the moment.
But she knew that I wouldn't let both of them go until everything on the breakfast I had planned had been ticked off, so she ended up biting her lips and following through with what I said.
"Kafka, can you help me out here?"
Camila looked back at me with reluctant eyes that had accepted her humiliating fate.
On Camila's call, I opened up the flask on the table and walked over to stand right next to Camila, ready to follow through with serving Bella her drink in my own fun way.
"As for you, Bella..." Camila looked back at her daughter, who had no idea as to what she was going to experience right now, with a pitiful gaze, like she was saying sorry for what she was about to go through. "...Kafka here is going to do something that will inevitably make the milk he prepared spill on to the ground from my back."
"So unless you want to be attacked by a spider once again and have the venom sucked out of you by your new father, I suggest that you don't waste a drop of milk and drink all of it that's about to flow down my back."
Camila didn't give her daughter a clear explanation about what was going to happen and simply warned her about what not to do.
This bamboozled Bella, who was already confused as to what was going on.
Asking her to sit right next to the place where her mother did her business was one thing. But to say that milk was going to flow down her mother's back and that it was her duty to stop that milk from spilling was something that was too difficult for her mind to comprehend.
But even though she was utterly confused, I didn't give her a chance to think about what Camila said.
Pour~
I instead decided to start my unique way of serving milk after getting inspired by the culinary experience of eating 'Nagshi Somen', where thin noodles were dropped down onto hollowed-out bamboo stalks that had water flowing down them like a waterfall. At the end of the slide made from wood, the customer was supposed to pick up the noodles with some chopsticks and eat them before they slid away.
The only difference between that and what I was doing now was that I was currently slowly pouring the warm chocolate milk right under Camila's lithe nape.
To be exact, a thin stream of brown milk was being poured onto the start of the indented vertical line that ran along the midline of her back, following the contour of the spine instead of a hollowed-out bamboo tree.
With the way Camila had arched her back out where both her shoulder blades were pushing onto one another, it created a canal-like depression along her spine. This let milk that was full of strong flavours run along her spine, which acted as a slide, and let it flow down from the top of her body all the way down to the ravine between her asscheeks.
Once again, the cocoa-infused fluids didn't stop at her butt, which acted as a canal with wider walls and passed her anus, which slightly opened up when it felt a warm and thick liquid passing on top of its sensitive flesh.
Finally it ran through the gap between her pussy and was about to drip down from her clitoris like the water that dropped down from stalcilites in caves.
Now instead of using chopsticks to pick up the somen noodles, which was the common practice, Bella had to use her mouth to catch the falling stream of milk.
Bella also seemed to have quickly figured what she was supposed to do, seeing as to how she had already opened her mother under her mother's little bean like she was drinking from a leaky faucet and was awaiting for the milk that was about to drop down with a bashful and panicky look in her trembling eyes, absolutely hating my mind for having such a perverted way of serving someone their beverage.