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I was surprised when I heard this voice, not because I heard a third person speaking when there were only two people who lived in this house. But because the voice belonged to the same person I was supposedly groping right now, like my hands were claws that wouldn\'t let go of succulent meat they\'ve caught.

When I slowly turned my head to look in the direction in which the voice came from with a perturbed look on my face, I was dumbfounded to see that the person who had called out to me was my mother, Abigaille Vanitas.

She was holding what seemed to be some flour and sugar in her hands, which she got out of the pantry and had a look of disbelief in her dark blue eyes at the scene she had walked into.

Her hands were shaking like she couldn\'t believe the sight of her son slapping the cheeks of some other women, and I also couldn\'t believe that it wasn\'t my mother\'s cheeks that I had my hands, but rather someone else.

When I gulped and hesitantly gulped to see who I had accidentally sexually harassed, thinking that they were my mother, I saw another familiar face staring at me with her beautiful light blue eyes that were currently narrowed and a twitching smile on her face, like he was asking me, \'Did you really just slap my ass in front of your own mother and call me your mother at the same time?\'.

Someone who didn\'t lose her cool even when her ass was battered and still had the patience to smile at me with a slightly angry look in her eyes.

Who else could it be other than the gorgeous Camila from next door?

"Slapping my butt without any warning whatsoever...Is that how you treat the guests in your house, my dear little Kafka?"

Camila slowly said as he looked at me with a dangerous look in her eyes for slapping her ass so hard that she was sure it left a mark on her porcelain-like skin. She then picked up the sharp knife from the cutting board and said with a cold smile on her face,

"So Kafka, are you going to take your hands off my butt yourself, or am I going to have to cut them off myself because someone doesn\'t like to listen to the words of their elders?"

Camila was someone who was proud and didn\'t like to take anything lying down even if it came from me, the person she fell for, so it was totally expectant that she was currently threatening me to behave myself, with a look on her face that was both dangerous and terrifying at the same time, like a white snake that contained the most fatal venom in its fangs.

But even though I knew I had to take my hands off her ass unless I wanted to become fingerless, my hand seemed to have a mind of its own and latched onto her thick behind and refused to let go.

Grope~

Luckily I had a mother who couldn\'t bear to witness this mess of a situation any longer and stepped in to save her son from being poked with a knife by her guest.

"What are you doing, Kafka!? Stop staring at Camila so blankly and let go of her already!"

My mother exclaimed as she dropped the supplies in her hand and quickly came over in a panic to pull me away from Camila. After dragging me far enough that Camila wouldn\'t be able to stab me anymore, she pulled me to the side and scolded me, saying,

"Just what is wrong with you, Kafi?! Why are you groping Camila all of sudden when she was kind enough to come over to teach me some of her cooking?!"

"Just imagine what she\'ll think of you now!...She\'ll probably think that the boy next is a pervert who can\'t keep his hands to himself and gropes every woman he sees."

My mother chided me in a low voice while looking back to make sure that Camila wasn\'t approaching with the knife in her hand to finish the job.

After seeing Camila put down the knife and stand with her hands folded, like she was waiting for an explanation from me, my mother gave a sigh of relief and continued saying to me,

"And think about what would happen if Camila spreads to everyone what you did today. We\'d probably be ostracised by everyone in the town we just moved into."

"I personally don\'t mind anything they would say about me since I know you\'re a good boy who wouldn\'t do such a heinous thing with ill intentions in mind...But I can\'t bear to think what they would say about my baby boy and how you would be affected by this when you go back to school."

My mother said like she already knew that what I had done was a accident because of the trust she had in me as her son and also her reluctance to give up on me, even when I seemed to be in the wrong, which warmed my heart seeing as to how much she cared for me and how much belief she had in me as her beloved son.

"Calm down, mom...It\'s not such a big matter that you have to get so worked up for, like your son is going to be cast aside for life."

I said as I patted her shoulders as I didn\'t want her to panic over such a simple matter. I then explained saying, whilst she looked up at me with her wide eyes to that were full of worry for me,

"I just accidentally mistook Camila over there, who\'s currently eyeing us like a hawk as you and slapped her ass like I always do when your around me, thinking that she was you."

My mother blushed as she remembered the number of times her ass got whipped just because I felt like roughing her up a little, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop me and she could only be on gaurd when I was in the room with her.

"How is that possible, Kafi?" My mother asked like she couldn\'t believe what I was saying. "How can you mistake Camila for me when we look nothing like one another?"

"...Whether it\'s our skin colour, our hair, or our dressing sense, we share absolutely nothing common when it comes to appearance, so how could you slap her butt thinking that she was me?"

My mother looked up at me and asked, hoping that I had a answer to her question since she really didn\'t want to believe that her son was a lecher who went around slapping the ass of anyone he liked.

"Well, even though you may look really different when it comes to those aspects, I really can\'t say the same when it comes to both of your curves." I said with a guilty look on my face.

"You mean?..." My mother asked, already having a faint idea as to what I was referring to.

"Your butt, mom." I said as I looked away from my mother\'s inquisitive gaze. "You and Camila are quite similar when it comes to the size of your butts or how they look under a layer of clothes. And because I was too enthralled in looking at her ass, I didn\'t notice anything else, which ended up with me mistaking her for you."

"Kafi, you!~" My mother gasped at my absurd reasoning, like she couldn\'t believe she raised such a son. "I wanted to defend you, saying that you weren\'t such a person, but it turns out you were a horndog of a pervert after all!"

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"Just how in the world can I say to Camila that the reason you groped her butt was because you mistook her for me?!...If I did, she\'d probably take me as a pervert just like you and think of both of us as a lecherous mother-son pair!"

I couldn\'t say anything in response since I was at fault for being caught in the illusion of Camila\'s thick cheeks, so I let my fuming mother scold me as much as she wanted to.

"And, Kafka..." My mother suddenly looked at me with a sharp gaze that made me stand on edge, since she looked really angry at the moment, more so then when she saw me sexually harass her guest. "...Does Mommy really have such an insignificant part in your heart that all it takes for you to mistake your mother for someone else is a butt that\'s big enough?"

"Are you going to call everyone you see in the future who has a fat enough butt like Mommy, your mother?!" My mother stood on her tiptoes in a rather adorable manner and chirped at me with a solemn look on her face, which was rarely seen. "Is \'mom\' such a cheap term that you\'ll call anyone who has an unnecessarily large behind?!"

"...What\'s next?! Are you going to call the next woman I bring over \'mom\' as well?!...Tell me, Kafi! Are you going to leave your poor mother, who\'s painstakingly raised you all these for some other random woman out there?!"

My mother wailed in a dramatic manner while shaking me around by the collar, as if she were as if she were a wife confronting her husband about his multiple affairs, which made both me and Camila stare at one another with dumbfounded looks on our faces, not expecting to cause my mother to have a little meltdown of her own...