Chapter 212: Secret Garden On Fire
"Now, could you please lift up your top a little and show me your abdomen since I want to check something before I proceed any further." I said and noticed that her legs were spread much wider than they were needed, which made it seem like she was tempting me to do something else.
"W-What are you going to check, Kafka?" Her hands unconsciously went to pull up her clothes, like I had put a spell on her that made her body follow whatever I said.
But she stopped herself when she remembered that she was a proud woman who should hold herself with dignity and continued saying, "If it's for something that's not necessary and simply to satisfy your desires, I won't do it no matter how much you threaten me."
She put up a resistance so that she didn't completely lose out to me, but she looked like she herself doubted her own words and wondered if she could hold out against me.
"I was going to ask you to lift up your top to see if any of the oily curry had leaked down to your belly, as it would be quite bad for you if it went any further than that and dripped all the way to the secret area below that was basically an open wound, which I'm pretty sure you wouldn't enjoy if something so spicy touched it."
"...But since you're so adamant on not doing what I say, I guess we can just wait it out and see if all that spicy oil reaches your secret garden or not since it would be quite obvious with the way you're going to be dancing around like you got ants in your pants if it did." I said with a smile on my face, like I was ready to watch a good show of her running around to put some frozen peas on her burning pussy.
The moment Camila heard what might happen if she stalled any longer, she didn't hesitate for a second and immediately pulled up her top until her entire pale white belly was revealed, along with her delicate naval that sank inward.
"Hurry up, Kafka!~ Check if any of the curry has reached that place!~...I don't want to spend the rest of the day holding a pack of frozen peas on my crotch to cool my burning vagina down, so quickly give me a check down there~" Camila shouted in a panic while biting down on the hem of her top to keep it up, and she tried to look at her belly below to see if there was any curry there.
But because her breasts were so large, they were in the way, and she couldn't see anything other than the puddle on top, so she could only look at me with a pityful look in her eyes, like she was begging me to do her a favour.
"I thought you didn't want to pull up your top...Why are you suddenly pulling it up so much that even the bottom of your bra is showing when you were so reluctant earlier?" I grinned at her pathetic state, where she was exposing most of her pale body, which looked so soft and squishy all over with teary eyes that looked like they were going to cry at any moment.
"Where did Miss 'I won't negotiate with terrorists' and 'won't be threatened at all costs' go?"
"Stop it, Kafka!~ Stop playing with me and help me out!~ I won't argue anymore and will obediently do what you say, so quickly help me out since only I know how many spices I put in that curry and I don't want any of it going near such a sensitive place!~" Camila cried out while using her hands to wipe her belly, but she still wanted me to check if she missed a spot that could be detrimental for her if it dripped down.
"If you don't, I'll just strip down and run to the shower, no matter how humiliating it is for me!~"
"Calm down, Camila...You don't have to do anything like that, since luckily your belly button managed to hold onto all the spicy red oil that flowed down from between your cleavage and stopped it there like a pit trap." I said as I stared at her deep navel, which was doing God's work and managed to perfectly catch all the oil that had flowed down and was currently full of a bright red liquid that was probably so flavorful with the amount of spice in it.
"I was only playing around with you, knowing that you weren't in obvious danger, or else I would've helped you out the moment you pulled up your top." I laughed to make light of the situation, which Camila wasn't accepting at all, and made her stare at me like she wanted to choke me for scaring her so much.
"...But at the same time, since you rubbed your belly before I could even properly check, the oil could've already dripped down to your underwear without any sign of it showing, and it's only a matter of time before you feel something down there."
Just when she was starting to calm down, I said something else, which frightened her again, so that I could play a little prank on her and entertain the Gods up above before I went to the main request since the Gods wanted to watch an interesting show with the requests they give instead of me simply finishing the tasks given.
"Then what am I supposed to do?!... Should I just take my pants off for you to check?!" Camila asked in a fluster and looked like she was about to strip down, as embarrassing as it was for her.
"No, you don't have to do anything, and I can check myself without getting you all naked in your kitchen." I said while grabbing her hand that was going to pull down her pants. "...But I can only do so if you let me do so."
"Just do it! Do whatever you want as long as it stops that damn curry from reaching my vagina!~" Camila exclaimed in a desperate manner and gave me the go-ahead sign to do whatever I wanted. "As long as I don't get a curry-flavoured flower, you can do whatever it takes to keep my secret place safe!~"
Camila could've just taken off her pants and wiped any liquid that was approaching her nether region from the small spaces in between, but since she was wearing rather tight jeans that stuck to her skin, it would've taken a lot of effort to take them off, and she was scared all that movement would make the oil move faster down her waist, so she panicked and asked me to help her out.
But she quickly ended up regretting that decision and would've preferred taking her clothes, even if it meant stripping naked in front of me, after seeing what I was doing as an alternative.
I didn't use any conventional way of checking, like seeing if the top of her blue jeans were stained by the dripping oil or by pulling down her pants a little to check for any paths of leaking curry, like she thought I would, and to her surprise, she saw me slide my hand into her pants, reaching a dense forest that existed below...