NOVEL WEB Chapter 627: Elastic Cannonballs
Olivia's fingers continued to thread gently through Kafka's hair, her hesitant pats growing more confident as the warmth of the moment enveloped them.
But as Olivia's hand moved, a sudden realization hit her, her eyes widening with a flicker of guilt. She froze, her breath catching, and her voice rushed out in a flustered, apologetic tumble.
"Kafi, I...I forgot to say that I-I'm so sorry."
She stammered, her hand pausing on his head, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
"You know, for...for trying to stab you. I didn't mean to, I swear. In that moment, I couldn't recognize you, and my body just...reacted. One second I was looking at you, and the next, I had a knife in my hand, jumping at you."
"...I didn't know what I was doing, and I'm so, so sorry."
Kafka's lips curved into a gentle, amused smile, his eyes twinkling as he met her gaze.
"It was a bit scary, I'll admit..." He said, his tone light but honest. "...seeing my own mom coming at me like she was ready to end me." Olivia's blush deepened, her eyes darting away in embarrassment, but he continued, his voice softening. "But honestly? I'm glad, Mom. Knowing you'd go that far—ready to kill to protect Mom, to protect our family."
"...It shows you'd do the same for me. That means a lot."
Olivia's eyes widened, biting her lips as she processed his words. The understanding in his voice, the lack of resentment, caught her off guard, her heart swelling with relief and gratitude.
"You...You really mean that, Kafi?" She whispered, her icy facade melting further, her hand trembling slightly against his hair. "You really don't mind what I did?"
Kafka nodded, his grin widening.
"Yeah, I do. But, you know, there's no need for you to go killing for me. I can handle myself just fine."
He then leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, his breath warm against her ear.
"And between you and me, if there's any killing to be done in this family, I'm the one handling it, okay? Leave that to me."
Olivia blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing her face at his words. The cryptic edge to his tone, the dark humor she couldn't quite grasp, made her think he was joking, though something about it sent a shiver down her spine.
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but before she could, Abigaille stepped forward, her voice cutting through the moment with a face full exasperation and warmth.
"Alright, enough with the apologizing nonsense!" She declared, her hands on her hips. "We're past that now, Liv. Let's move on."
She then looked at Olivia with a sharp look, her smile teasing but expectant.
"But you are forgetting to do one main thing every family member does when they see someone they love after a long time."
Olivia turned to her, her expression utterly clueless, her blue eyes blinking in confusion.
"What...What do you mean?" She asked, her voice hesitant, like a student unsure of the right answer.
Abigaille's exasperation flared, her hands gesturing wildly. "Oh, come on, Liv! What did we used to do back in college, every time we saw each other after a long break?"
Olivia's brow furrowed, and to Kafka and Abigaille's utter disbelief, she answered with a straight face. "Sync one another's class schedules, so that both of would have the same classes with one another?"
Abigaille's jaw dropped, a laugh bursting out of her as she threw her hands up.
"Sync classes?! Olivia, are you serious right now?"
She shook her head, her tone veering into disbelief.
"No, you dork! A hug! You hug your family when you haven't seen them in forever! Every mother needs to feel her son's warmth every once in a while!"
Olivia's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her eyes widening as she turned to Kafka, then back to Abigaille, panic flickering in her gaze.
"A hug?" She squeaked, her voice trembling with nervousness. "Isn't...Isn't that too soon? I'm not ready for a hug, Abi!"
Abigaille rolled her eyes, her smile softening despite her frustration.
"It's just a hug, Liv. Not a big deal. It's not like I'm asking you to grab his to grab onto his dick or something—"
Her words cut off abruptly, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what she'd said.
The crude phrase slipped out before she could stop it, a product of her recent intimacy with Kafka, and she froze, her face turning crimson as she clapped both hands over her mouth, mortified.
Hearing this absurd statement come from her ever-so-innocent friend's mouth made Olivia's head whipp around, her eyes narrowing as if she thought she'd misheard.
"W-What did you just say?" She asked, her voice a full of shock and confusion, her composure faltering.
But luckily for Abigaille, Kafka, sensing the disaster about to unfold, jumped in with lightning speed, his voice quick and reassuring as he spread his arms wide, a broad grin on his face.
"It's just a hug, Mom! Come on, give me one!" He stood, his posture open and inviting, his hands beckoning her forward. "I'm waiting right here. Don't leave me hanging."
Olivia hesitated, her gaze flickering between Kafka's outstretched arms and Abigaille's mortified expression. She wanted to press Abigaille about what she'd heard...grab his dick?
But Kafka's warmth, his willingness to embrace her, was disarming.
In the past, he'd shied away from physical affection, even swatting her hand when she tried to pat his back. But now, here he was, practically begging for a hug, his smile genuine and open. The sight of him, so changed, so accepting, pushed her doubts aside.
"Is...Is it really okay?" She asked timidly, her hands fidgeting as she took a cautious step forward. "You're sure you want a hug?"
Kafka's grin widened, his arms still spread. "Why else would I be standing like this? Come on, Mom, don't make me beg. Hurry up, or you're gonna miss your chance for hugs forever."
Olivia's hesitation crumbled under the weight of Kafka's inviting grin, his arms spread wide, his playful threat ringing in her ears.
With a sudden burst of courage, she launched herself forward, closing the distance in a single, eager jump, her arms outstretched to envelop her son in the hug she'd dreamed of for years.
Abigaille and Kafka both braced for the heartfelt embrace, their smiles widening as they thought Olivia was finally ready to show her love.
But what happened next was so shockingly unexpected it left them both reeling.
As Olivia collided with Kafka, it wasn't her arms that made first contact—it was her massive, impossibly firm breasts, jutting out at least a foot from her body, straining against the tight fabric of her office suit.
The sheer size and elasticity of them turned the hug into a catastrophe.
The moment her breasts pressed against Kafka's chest, they didn't simply mold to him—they absorbed the force of her lunge like a coiled spring, building up an elastic energy that was almost cartoonishly powerful.
Instead of wrapping Kafka in a warm embrace, her breasts acted like a force field, rebounding with such force that they launched him backward.
And just like that, Kafka flew through the air, his arms flailing, his expression a horrible blend of shock and hilarity as he sailed a good few feet before crashing onto the floor with a thud, bouncing once before coming to a stop.
The sight was so absurd it froze the room in stunned silence, the wholesome moment shattered by this bizarre mishap.
Abigaille's jaw dropped, her eyes wide as she stared at Kafka sprawled on the ground, then whipped her head toward Olivia, who stood frozen in her hugging pose, her arms still outstretched, her face a mask of utter confusion.
"Olivia!" Abigaille exclaimed, unable to believe what she had just witnessed. "What in the world are you doing? I know you're flustered about seeing Kafi, and you're panicking, but there's no need to shove him like that!"
Olivia's hands flew all over the place in a panic, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she shook her head frantically.
"I didn't push him!" She protested, her voice high with panic. "I don't know what happened! He just...flew away! It doesn't make any sense!"
Abigaille's hands went to her hips, her brow furrowing as she stared at Olivia.
"Flew away? What do you mean he just flew away? It's not like you've got some superpower that sends people soaring across the room!"
Olivia's eyes darted between Kafka's prone form and Abigaille's incredulous glare, her voice trembling.
"I-I don't know, Abi! It happened so fast, I couldn't even see it! One second I was hugging him, and the next he was...gone! I-I didn't do anything, I swear!"
Before Abigaille could fire back, Kafka stirred, a low chuckle escaping him as he slowly pushed himself up, rubbing the back of his head.
"Alright, alright, let's not fight." He said, his voice laced with amusement as he waved a hand to calm them. "It's fine, Mom. It wasn't Mom's fault...not exactly."
Seeing her baby boy on the ground, Abigaille rushed to his side, her hands gentle but firm as she helped him to his feet, her eyes scanning him for injuries.
"Not her fault?" She repeated, her tone skeptical as she steadied him. "Then whose fault was it, Kafi? How the hell did you end up flying across the room like you got hit by a wrecking ball?"
Kafka stood, brushing himself off, his grin widening as he glanced at Olivia, who was still frozen, her face in utter panic and confusion. He thought for a moment, then let out another chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Well, it is kinda her fault..."
He said, pointing at Olivia, who gasped, her hands clutching her chest as if she'd been accused of a crime.
"...But not her her. It was her dress...or, more specifically, what's in the dress."
Abigaille and Olivia both froze, their eyes narrowing as they followed his gaze. Kafka, completely unabashed, pointed directly at Olivia's massive breasts, which strained against her suit like twin mountains, their size and firmness impossible to ignore.
"Those..." He said, his voice dripping with shameless amusement. "Those breasts of her. Those pair of tits were what launched me."
"...They're so big, so tight, so damn firm, when they hit my chest, it was like getting smacked by a couple of elastic cannonballs. That's what sent me flying."