Who Do You Think You Are?

"Ahem...We'll let Abi do her own thing, Bella." 

Camila coughed to bring back her daughter's attention while thinking that she finally understood why I told her my mother was actually a hidden succubus. She then looked at Bella with a serious gaze, and then, after building up her courage, she hesitantly told, 

"And until she finishes, why don't I serve you some milk like Abi did?...Y-You know, since you still haven't tasted the chocolate milk Kafka had made, and it would be a complete waste if you don't even taste it after all the effort Kafka put in to make it."

I had truly become the scapegoat of this household, seeing as to how all the women here were throwing my name around conveniently for their own agendas.

"Huh?...You want me to drink some milk from your chest as well, mom?"