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Chapter 678 - Chapter 728: I Prefer You Plump And Chunky

Unable to accept it, Olivia stumbled forward, her feet carrying her to the massive stone.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and pressed her palms against its rough, cold surface. Her hands trembled as she tried to push it…Nothing.

She tried harder, putting her entire weight into it. The boulder didn't budge an inch.

'Kafi…actually lifted this.'

"Mom?" Kafka's voice drifted over, calm and teasing. "What are you doing? Don't tell me…you're planning on lifting it too?"

"I-I…" Olivia's voice came out in a whisper. She turned her head slightly, still pressing her palms to the rock. "I just had to check. I was…making sure this is real and not some kind of prop. You know, like those fake lightweight boulders they use in movies."

At this, Kafka burst out laughing. "A prop? Out here? In the middle of nowhere? Mom, you can't be serious."

"I-I Be quiet, Kafi!" She snapped, her face flushing red. "It's a logical thought, okay? How do you expect me to react after seeing my own son throw around a massive rock like it's a rubber ball?!"

Kafka sauntered over, his footsteps calm, unhurried, and yet somehow carrying that commanding weight that always made Olivia's heart skip. He crouched down slightly so they were eye to eye, his gaze locking onto her frantic amber one.

"Mom…" His voice softened, yet there was a mischievous undertone to it. "Do you really want to know how I did it?"

"Yes!" Olivia blurted out, almost desperately. "How is this even possible?! That boulder…it must weigh as much as your scooter! No, definitely more! There's no way any normal human could lift that so easily."

"And you, you didn't even look like you were straining yourself! You were tossing it around like it was a pillow! I—"

"Shhh." Kafka pressed a finger gently to her lips, cutting off her rant. "Calm down, Mom. You're overthinking this."

She glared at him, her cheeks still flushed. "Overthinking?!"

He chuckled warmly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've just been training. That's all. Ever since I came here, I've been working out a lot. Going hard at it every single day. So…something like that?" He gestured to the boulder. "It's really no big deal for me anymore."

Olivia stared at him, slack-jawed, her entire body buzzing with disbelief. Then her hands shot up as she pointed an accusatory finger at the rock.

"No big deal?! No big deal?! Kafi, you lifted a boulder ! And don't even get me started on how you were playing with it! That should be impossible! Impossible!"

"What in the world have you been doing in this town? Are they giving you some steroids? Or—" Her voice cracked. "Or are you actually secretly part monkey, making complete sense as to how you can climb trees so well?!"

Kafka smirked at that, his eyes glinting playfully. "Well, humans did evolve from apes, didn't they? So maybe I'm just embracing my roots."

"This isn't funny!" Olivia shrieked.

But instead of laughing again, Kafka's expression softened. He cupped her face gently, his large, calloused palms warm against her skin.

"Mom, don't think about all that and just understand that no matter how much weight I can lift, or how strong I get…" His voice grew quieter, more sincere. "…I'm still your son, Mom. That doesn't change. It never will."

Something in his tone made Olivia's frantic heart calm. Her shoulders slumped as she let out a shaky breath, and she found herself looking into his eyes with a strange mix of wonder and relief.

"…You're right." She murmured softly.

"That's my mom." Kafka smiled.

But then Olivia's curious nature returned, and she suddenly straightened her back with renewed determination.

"Still! I have to know what kind of training you've been doing! If I go through it myself, maybe I can get as strong as you!"

"Oh?" Kafka's grin widened in amusement. "You want to train like me?"

"Why not?" She said defiantly. "If you can do it, I can too!"

Kafka chuckled deeply. "Mom, you really are something else…"

Before she could react, he slid his hand from her face down to her waist. His fingers pressed softly against her belly, and then he gave it a teasing little squeeze to her shock.

Before Olivia could react, his palm spread across her belly, fingers pressing gently against the soft flesh before giving it a firm, deliberate squeeze.

"K-Kafi?!" She squeaked, her voice cracking with surprise as her face went bright red.

But Kafka didn't pause. His thumb stroked lazy patterns into her tender skin while his other fingers kneaded her stomach in slow, teasing motions.

"Though honestly…" His tone dipped lower, rich and velvety, almost like a purr. "…you don't need to train. You're already perfect exactly like this."

"Y-You can't say stuff like that…!" Olivia stammered, her hands flying to his wrist in a weak attempt to pull him away.

But he only smirked, tightening his grip ever so slightly and watching her squirm under his touch.

"No, really." He murmured, his fingers massaging her tummy as though he was memorizing every curve. "I do like strong women…but this?" His hand flexed again, squeezing her plump belly with a slow, deliberate pressure. "Soft…warm…plush. You're so much more comforting like this."

"Kafi! S-Stop! It's ticklish!" Olivia cried, her laughter bubbling out uncontrollably as her body twisted in his hold.

Kafka's grin deepened as his palm moved lower, brushing dangerously close to the waistband of her pants before gliding back up in a smooth, teasing motion.

"Ticklish, huh? Then maybe I should keep going." His thumb traced a circle around her navel, the touch making her giggle and gasp all at once.

"N-No! I-I'm serious! It feels too weird!" She squealed breathlessly, her laughter mixing with a soft whimper as his fingers continued to explore.

But Kafka leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "Do you want to know why I keep touching you here, Mom?" His voice was low, sultry, and possessive. "Because if you ever got those toned abs you keep talking about…sure, they'd look good. They'd look amazing even."

His hand gave her belly another firm squeeze, fingers digging in just enough to make her squirm.

"But they wouldn't feel like this. They wouldn't be soft and warm under my hand. They wouldn't jiggle just slightly when I pull you close."

He exhaled slowly, his warm breath ghosting over her exposed belly as his fingers spread possessively across her soft skin.

"This plump little body of yours? It's mine. All of it. And I wouldn't trade it for anything, not even a perfect six-pack."

His thumb brushed around her navel, making Olivia's stomach flutter under his touch.

"Especially this little navel." He murmured, his voice thick and husky. "It's so damn cute I can't stop staring…and now, I just can't help but want to taste it."

"K-Kafi, w-wait—" Olivia stammered, her hands trembling as she tried to push him away, her face burning crimson. "Y-You're saying weird stuff again—!"

But Kafka didn't hesitate. He tugged her top higher with a smooth motion, baring her soft, inviting belly to his heated gaze. "Weird? No, Mom…I'm just obsessed with every single part of you, including this little hole you have here."

Before she could utter another word, he bent down and pressed his lips against her navel, planting a wet, open-mouthed kiss that made her entire body jolt.

"Ahhhh! K-Kafi! That's!…Ahhhhnnn!♡~"

Her protest melted into a shaky moan as his tongue darted out, swirling slowly and deliberately into the small dip.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

The wet heat of his mouth, combined with the firm grip of his hands on her sides, sent a shiver rippling through her.

"God, I can't get enough of this." He growled softly against her skin, his tongue plunging in deeper as he sucked gently, then harder, creating obscene, slurping sounds that echoed in the room.

"Kafi!♡~ N-Nooo!♡~ It's…It's too much! Ahhhnn!♡~ It tickles!♡~" Olivia cried out, her laughter bubbling helplessly between breathless whimpers as her fingers dug into his hair.

But Kafka didn't stop. His lips latched onto her navel with even more fervor, his tongue swirling and probing as if determined to explore every inch of her most sensitive spot.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

"Too much? No, Mom…it's perfect." He murmured darkly between sucks. "There's something in here…something stuck deep inside…and I need to get it out."

"T-There's nothing inside!" Olivia yelped, her thighs pressing together as his relentless tongue sent waves of electric pleasure through her belly. "K-Kafi, p-please…!"

"Oh, there definitely is…" He growled, his voice dripping with playful hunger as his mouth worked her tender flesh. His tongue plunged deeper into the tight little dip, licking and scooping as though he were savoring some forbidden treat.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Ahhhhnnn!♡~ S-Stop saying that! I-it's too embarrassing! I-I can't take it anymore!" Olivia's voice cracked as her back arched, her laughter breaking into soft, breathless moans.

But Kafka only tightened his grip on her hips, pressing her down as he groaned low against her skin. "No…I'm not stopping. Not until I've tasted every inch of this cute little navel…not until it belongs to me completely."

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

His mouth sealed over her navel again, this time sucking harder and deeper, his tongue moving in hot, hungry motions as though he were drinking her in.

But even as his tongue dipped into her navel, swirling and teasing, Olivia didn't panic.

Strangely, that was what made her feel that he really was her son.

Not his strength, not his inhuman persistence, but the way he was so unashamedly focused on her in such an intimate way.

As bizarre and unnatural as he was at times, she couldn't deny it.

'This is Kafi.' She thought as her trembling hands rested gently atop his head, her fingers combing absently through his hair. 'Strange. Abnormal. Perverted. Inhuman in ways I can't even fully comprehend. And yet…still my Kafi.'

And that thought, more than anything, made her heart calm completely.

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