"U-Underneath my outer layer?...What do you mean by outer layer?" Nina said in a nervous manner as she covered up her chest, knowing that my gaze was fixed on them. She then tried to ease the situation with a joke by saying, "...It's not like I'm a watermelon myself, Kafka, so there's no way that I have an outer layer like you said, that is, unless you want to peel off my skin and see what's inside."
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