The Last Supper

"...Now are you going to stop looking at me in such a creepy way and tell me why you're groping my chest, or should I wipe off that annoying smile myself with this little hand of mine?" Camila said while trembling to control herself, thinking that I was making fun of her with the bright smile I had on my face.

"Now, now, we don't have to get all violent now, as I may even report you for domestic abuse~" I joked, which didn't reach her at all because she was this close to laying her hands on a minor. And before she lost control, I quickly said, "And before you plant your hand on my face, I'll just say that the reason I did what I did was because I was trying to save the curry from spilling all over your dress and onto the floor."

"Huh?...You groped my breasts to stop the curry from falling over?" She asked with an absurd look on her face, not knowing if I was joking or not. "How does that make sense?"