NOVEL WEB Chapter 735: Tropical Drive
"Kafi!" Olivia gasped out, her cheeks crimson as she slapped her hands over his wrist in protest. "D-Don't! That's not what we're supposed to—"
"Calm down, Mom." Kafka murmured teasingly, his tone smooth and calm despite her struggles. "Don't make it sound so scandalous. I'm just comparing. You asked me to check if the fruit's the right size, didn't you? So let me focus for a second..."
He didn't loosen his grip. Instead, he shifted his hand slightly, thumb grazing over the top curve while his other fingers pressed into the underside, lifting and weighing her breast experimentally.
"Hmm...the firmness here...it's different from the fruit. Softer, warmer...almost like velvet stretched over something tender and full."
"K-Kafi...!" She stammered, biting her lip hard to keep from making any sounds as his thumb circled lazily over her flesh. Her body betrayed her, heat coiling in her stomach even as her brain screamed for her to push him away.
His fingers then slid to the outer side of her breast, squeezing gently as if testing its resilience.
"The Velunia palm has a firm shell, but you..." He gave her a light, experimental squeeze that made her let out an involuntary squeak. "...you have this springiness that pushes back. It's...addictive to touch."
"D-Don't say stuff like that, you idiot!" She hissed, her voice trembling as she squirmed in his arms. "You're...you're so naughty for doing this!"
"Maybe I am." Kafka said, leaning closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear as his hand didn't stop its slow exploration. "But I need to know every detail to compare properly. See...here." He shifted his hand to cup her fully, fingers spreading wide to encompass her entire breast. "The weight is distributed so perfectly...even the curve here feels like it was sculpted to fit my hand."
His fingers traced a path along the underside, brushing lightly against her ribs before sliding back up to her side.
"And these edges..." He pinched lightly at the outer curve, making her jerk in surprise. "They're rounder than the fruit. Softer. Almost too perfect."
"Y-You...you don't have to check everywhere! I-it's not necessary!" Olivia gasped, trying to push his hand away, but her grip was weak, betrayed by the dizzying heat rising in her body.
"Oh, but it is necessary." Kafka countered smoothly, ignoring her protests as he continued to knead her gently. "What if I miss something? I need to memorize every contour. Like this..." His thumb brushed over her upper curve, near her collarbone, and then down the slope again. "See how it slopes so naturally here? The fruit doesn't have this kind of graceful curve."
His fingers pinched lightly at the side, eliciting another helpless whimper from her lips.
"Stop talking like that!" She cried, mortified at the sound she'd just made.
"Why? I'm just stating facts." His tone dipped lower, more intimate. "This isn't perversion...it's analysis. Pure and simple."
Kafka gave her one final, firm squeeze, his thumb brushing over the very peak in a way that made her entire body tense.
"Y-You're crossing a line, Kafi! I even gave you my bra and here you are doing this." Olivia's voice cracked as her face burned hotter than ever.
Finally, Kafka let out a satisfied hum and withdrew his hand, though not before giving her one last gentle squeeze. "It's perfect. The size matches yours almost exactly. This is the one."
Still covering her chest with her arms, Olivia glared up at him with trembling lips, too flustered to form words.
"You're...You're unbelievable." She managed to whisper.
"Unbelievable, maybe." Kafka replied, his voice deep and smooth. "But accurate."
And just as Olivia was still basking in the warmth of his hand from earlier, Kafka suddenly gripped the fruit tightly and gave it a sharp twist. With a loud snap, the fruit detached cleanly from the branch and plummeted down through the thick canopy, landing with a dull thud on the grassy earth below.
"Alright." Kafka said with a smirk, glancing down at her. "It's time to go down."
"W-Wait, what—" Olivia barely got the words out before his grip loosened entirely.
With a sudden rush of motion, he slipped down the trunk in one smooth motion, his strong arms and legs guiding them like they were sliding down a massive wooden pole. Olivia screamed, her arms tightening around his shoulders like a vice.
"Kafka!" She shrieked, burying her face into his neck. "Stop! Stop! We're going to—"
Before she could finish, they landed softly on the ground with barely a sound. He straightened up with effortless grace, barely winded, and turned his head to look at her clinging to him like her life depended on it.
"We're here." He said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "You can let go now. Safe and sound."
Realizing they had reached the ground without so much as a scratch, Olivia's grip loosened. "I...I can't believe you...!" She muttered breathlessly, sliding off him slowly and standing on shaky legs.
As her feet touched the earth, she puffed her cheeks out in frustration.
"You're crazy! All these extreme things you do...climbing, sliding, jumping...I swear, I'm going to start monitoring you whenever you go outside!"
"Otherwise, I'll be worrying every second about which tree you're going to climb or jump off from next."
Kafka chuckled as he crouched to pick up the fallen fruits. "I wouldn't mind that at all, you know. If you watch me all the time, it just means we'll get to spend more time together."
Hearing that, Olivia blinked, then looked away to hide the smile creeping onto her lips. 'He really does want to be with me so much...'
As she stood there, the thought struck her, 'How are we even going to open this thing? The fruit's fibrous outer shell and hard interior seemed impossible to break without tools.'
But before she could voice her concern, Kafka acted.
Under her watchful gaze, he held the coconut-like fruit in one hand, his fingers digging into the tough fibers. Then, with a smooth motion, he twisted the top so hard that the fibrous husk cracked open with a sharp pop.
Olivia's eyes went wide. "W-What...?!"
Not stopping there, Kafka positioned his thumb against the hard inner shell and, with frightening ease, pushed until the surface cracked, forming a small opening. A bit of the sweet liquid splashed out, dripping down the side.
"You...you just did that with your bare hands?!" Olivia stammered, utterly shocked.
"Hmm?" He glanced at her over his shoulder with a casual smile, as if what he'd done was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Yeah. It's ready."
As she stood frozen, still trying to process his monstrous strength, Kafka plucked a nearby stem and fashioned it into a makeshift straw. Placing it into the hole, he extended the coconut to her.
"This is what you wanted, right? Go ahead. You should have the first taste and tell me how it is."
Olivia stared at the coconut in his hand. Slowly, her earlier thoughts faded, replaced by anticipation.
Nervously, she accepted it and raised it to her lips and the moment the cool liquid touched her tongue, her eyes widened. Enjoying the story? Find more at MV-LEMPYR.
"It's...delicious...!" She breathed, her voice almost a whisper.
"It's that good?" Kafka asked, watching her reaction with curiosity.
She nodded eagerly, taking another sip.
"It's not just good, it's amazing! This doesn't even compare to normal coconut water. It's so sweet, so refreshing...It's like...like drinking memories from my past..." Her voice softened. "But maybe it tastes even better because of this little adventure with you."
Her gaze lifted to his, eyes warm and tender. "You really made this special, Kafka. Thank you."
His lips curved into a wide smile and after a few more sips, she noticed the second coconut and asked. "What about you? Aren't you going to drink yours?"
Kafka shook his head lightly. "Nah. I'm saving this one for Mom when she comes back. She loves these fruits too."
Olivia blinked in surprise, then smiled knowingly. "You're such a thoughtful boy."
"Hmm...but we can share yours while we ride back." Kafka glanced at the scooter parked nearby. "You can sip it and give me a taste every now and then. It'll be like having a little vacation."
"That sounds perfect." Olivia said warmly.
He tucked the second fruit into the scooter's storage compartment before swinging his leg over the seat and patting the spot in front of him. "Come on. Let's head back."
Holding the coconut carefully, Olivia sat in front of him without hesitation. As Kafka's arms reached around her to steady the scooter, she turned slightly and lifted the fruit.
"Want some before we go?" She asked softly.
"Sure." He leaned forward and sipped through the straw as his chin brushed her shoulder.
"Alright." He said as she pulled back. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Olivia smiled. "Let's go."
With that, the scooter rumbled to life, and they began their ride, the wind rushing around them as they took turns sipping from the coconut. Together, it felt less like an errand and more like a tropical escape, a warm, wholesome memory to cherish.