Don't Call That Man My Father!

"Well, you see, since the spider is stuck in my chest just like what happened to you, Kafka here has got to help me get it out just like he helped you get it out safely without it biting me, as there's no way that I can do it myself, or would you be willing to help me yourself since you're just as afraid of me as spiders and would rather be caught dead than touch a spider..." 

Camila said nervously, not expecting there to be a day where she was asking her own daughter's permission for someone else to grope her tits, when that same person did the same to her daughter not long ago, which sounded very naughty in her mind and provoked her incestous thoughts, which made her ears turn red.

"...A-And I'm wondering if you would be fine with that, and I want to know your opinion on it, since I personally want to take the spider off me as quick as possible, e-even if it means exposing myself to him."