"That's fine," Kafka said, still giving Nami's ear a corrective pinch, "But don't let up... I'll let you know if I think you can do better."
So she continued to pleasure Kafka's breasts, one after another. Nami teased her friend's breasts, covering them with kisses, teasing the nipples with her tongue, her teeth, all the while guided by Kafka's stern hand. Nami realized with shame she was being trained to please Kafka; punished and praised like a dog depending on her actions.
"That's good, Nami-chan," Kafka said, kissing her softly on the top of the head before standing up, "Very good. But now, it's time to move on." Stepping close, Kafka took Nami's head in hand once again, pressing it toward her glistening mound. "Or, at least down."
"Kafka-chan I... I..." Nami began, looking up at Kafka's face, still sporting the same angelic smile she started the evening with. Nami's voice failed her, unable to think of anything that could sway Kafka she hadn't already said. The last of Nami's resistance faded, and she simply leaned forward and placed a kiss at the top of Kafka's mound, just above her hood. "Whatever you say," she murmured quietly.
As she moved to take Kafka in her mouth, the first thing she noticed was her scent. It wasn't bad, like the jokes she heard some of the boys making when they thought they were out of earshot. But it was powerful, a deep musk that flowed into the air around her pink folds. Nami saw a thin trail of fluids that had streaked Kafka's thighs. "Are you that turned on," Nami said softly, gasping as she realized she'd spoken out loud.
"Mmm.. yes." The throaty voice surprised Nami, who looked up to see a look of hunger creeping over Kafka's face. She reached down, sliding her fingers along the lips of her sex, opening them slightly and collecting a thin sheen of her moisture. "I told you, you are very good. This is all because of you," she said, holding her fingers down to Nami's mouth, "It's all for you."