8mi Chapter 481 Time To Reel In The Fish
Chapter 481 Time To Reel In The Fish
i blinked, surprised by how direct her question was. a slow smile crept across my face, amused and touched all at once.
"are you asking if i'd want you to send me 'those' kinds of pictures? where you're naked and all and showing off your erotic body, especially the places on your body where it's pink or purple instead of the usual green?"
she squeezed her eyes shut, groaning softly. "forget it, kafka! forget what i said! i shouldn't have asked." her ears flapped wildly, betraying her embarrassment.
but i gently tugged her hand, drawing her attention back to me. my expression softened. "hey, it's okay." i chuckled, a teasing glint in my eyes. "i mean, i'm not gonna lie—it'd probably make my entire month if you did."
"w-what?" her eyes snapped open, widening in shock.
i leaned back with a mischievous grin, stretching my arms like i was about to deliver a grand speech.
"oh, you have no idea." i started, eyes glinting. "if i got a picture like that from you? i'd probably do a double-take so hard i'd snap my own neck...my brain would short-circuit, and i'd just sit there, grinning like an idiot for hours."
her cheeks were already a bright crimson, but i wasn't done.
"i'd be walking around with my phone glued to my face, just staring at the picture on repeat. people would think i was malfunctioning. hell, i'd probably trip over my own feet because i'd be too busy gawking at how ridiculously lucky i am."
"k-kafka..." she stammered, her ears twitching furiously.
"and don't get me started on sleep." i added, shaking my head dramatically. "i'd just lie in bed, phone in hand, whispering, 'goodnight, nina,' to the picture like some hopelessly smitten fool...my pillow would even be wet with tears of happiness."
"stop, stop! you're making it worse!" she covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers.
i ignored her plea, a devilish grin spreading wider.
"oh, and if i was ever having a bad day? one glance at that picture, and boom—instant serotonin boost. my frown would vanish so fast it'd probably cause a sonic boom...doctors would study me as a medical anomaly."
"s-shut up, kafka...how can you say shameless things and make yourself out of be some kind of deviant who goes wild for my pictures?" nina groaned, her face now entirely buried in her hands.
i chuckled, watching her squirm, the tips of her ears practically glowing. then, after a moment, she peeked out, her voice hesitant as she asked curiously,
"of course." i said, my voice gentle but unwavering. "if you're not comfortable, then it's not worth it. your feelings matter more to me than any photo ever could."
a shaky breath escaped her, and her eyes shimmered with something deeper—gratitude, awe, maybe even love. it hit her then, i think, just how much i cared.
in a world where so many men took what they wanted without a second thought, here i was, willingly stepping back to make sure she felt safe, heard, and respected.
that realisation seemed to wash over her completely. the earlier embarrassment faded like mist under sunlight, replaced by a glow of warmth and resolve.
her fingers trembled slightly as they tightened around mine, and she bit her lip, eyes glancing away as though she were gathering courage for something monumental.
then, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, she said, "you know...it kind of frightens me." her cheeks flared crimson, and her long, elf-like ears twitched with a mind of their own. "the thought of sending...those kinds of pictures."
i opened my mouth to reassure her, to tell her she didn't have to push herself. but before i could, she lifted her gaze, her eyes resolute beneath the blush.
"but...if it's something that would make you happy." she continued, her voice delicate but steady. "then i wouldn't mind." she took a shaky breath, her fingers intertwining with mine. "i'm not saying it because i feel pressured. i swear. i just..." she looked down, the corners of her lips trembling into a shy smile. "...i want to see you smile. i want to be the reason you're the happiest man in the world, even if it's because of something rather n-naughty."
her words came out in a barely audible mutter, her face practically on fire. she peeked up at me through her lashes, a coy mixture of vulnerability and bravery that made my heart skip a beat.
it was as if she were standing on the edge of her comfort zone, ready to take that step forward—not for anyone else, but for us.
for a moment, i was speechless, caught between awe and affection. a warm chuckle escaped me, and i gently cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing against the warmth there.
"you really are amazing, you know that? willing to do so much just for my dumb little happiness."
"don't say things like that..." her blush deepened, and she buried her face into my shoulder with a muffled whisper.
"you don't have to do anything you're not ready for." i laughed softly, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. "but knowing you want to, for me? that means more than you could ever know."
"i-it's not that deep, kakfa." she clung to me, her voice small but sincere. "i just...j-just want to give back a little of the ocean of happiness you give me by letting me be in your life."
and in that moment, i realised just how deeply we cared for each other, willing to step outside our own boundaries, not out of obligation, but out of love, which put a wide smile on my face because of how blessed i was.
i also realised that it was time to reel the fish in now that it had taken the bait and go forth with this request of mine...