Chapter 729: Overexcited Wife
Olivia let out a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into Kafka’s hair as his mouth continued its maddening assault on her navel.
“K-Kafi! I…I can’t take this anymore!” She stamred, her voice breaking as she squird under his hold. Her cheeks were burning hot, her body shivering at every teasing lick and nibble he gave her.
“Ah! F-Fine! I give in, I’ll give in!” She cried out, her fingers tightening against his head. “You win, Kafi! I’ll let you carry all the way to the top! Just, just stop licking there so much, it’s ticklish!” Her words tumbled out in a flustered rush, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to regain her composure.
Hearing this, Kafka instantly stopped, pulling back slightly with an eager gleam on his face. His lips curled into a bright smile as his eyes lit up with excitent.
“Really? You’re finally willing to accept?” He asked, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
But before he could tighten his hold on her again, Olivia took advantage of his brief pause to slip free from his grasp. She scrambled upright with surprising speed, brushing herself off with both hands as she tried to compose her dignity.
“O-Of course I’m accepting it.” She said quickly, her voice firr than she felt. Then, straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair, she added in a steadier tone. “Your mother isn’t soone who goes back on her word. I built my business from the ground up by keeping every promise I made to my clients. That’s why they trust , and why I’ve co this far.”
She hesitated for a mont, her cheeks still pink as she avoided his gaze.
“Especially…when I gave you such an exaggerated task that no one should have been able to accomplish. I’d be too ashad if I didn’t keep up my end of the deal.”
Kafka’s smile softened as he watched her fidget shyly, but there was also a flicker of disappointnt in his expression.
“Hah…I was really starting to enjoy kissing your navel, you know.” He muttered with a teasing sigh. “It had this sweet and salty taste…like your sweat had pooled in that tiny little pit. I just wanted to dig out every last drop and savor it all.”
Olivia’s head shot up, her face flushing crimson as she smacked his shoulder lightly.
“Kafi! Stop saying such nonsense! Do you have any idea how shaless that sounds?” She scolded, her voice full of shock and embarrassnt. “You’re…You’re super dead for even saying sothing like that!”
Yet, deep down, she found herself wondering in a flustered daze if he really did enjoy the taste of her sweat. Quickly shaking the thought away, she crossed her arms and huffed.
“We can’t do things like that out here anyway! What if the owner of this field suddenly showed up? Can you even imagine the shock on their face if they saw us like this?”
Kafka only chuckled, shaking his head in amusent.
“The owner?” He repeated. “You don’t need to worry about that, Mom. She’s a woman herself, and I’m pretty sure if she stumbled upon us and saw another woman being so thoroughly spoiled and pleased…” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping slightly. “She’d probably just quietly turn around and leave us alone to enjoy ourselves.”
Olivia stared at him in disbelief, her jaw dropping slightly.
“Y-You’ve really beco so perverted in just one year, Kafi!”
She exclaid, clutching her chest as if she couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. She quickly turned her head away, her ears burning.
Trying to steer the topic elsewhere before he could say anything more outrageous, she shifted behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“A-Anyway! Should I climb onto your back then?” She asked, her voice a little uncertain as she tried to angle her way up. As she looked at him closely, she couldn’t help but notice how broad and strong his back felt beneath her hands.
But before she could swing her leg up, Kafka twisted his torso slightly to glance back at her with an amused smirk. “My back? Why are you trying to get on my back?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Eh? Isn’t that how people usually carry soone?” Olivia replied, blinking in surprise. “That’s how it’s normally done, it’s easier that way!”
Kafka shook his head slowly, his smirk deepening.
“That’s usually when soone’s carrying another person while walking, Mom. But this isn’t just walking. We’re going to climb a tree.” He gently reached forward and rested his large hands on her waist, guiding her down.
“It’s safer if you’re in front of .” He continued in a matter-of-fact tone. “That way, I can make sure you’re always holding onto properly, and I’ll know if you start slipping.”
“…If you’re on my back, there’s a chance you might lose your grip and fall, and I really don’t want to explain to Mom that you broke a leg because you were climbing a tree like a little kid.”
Olivia’s cheeks puffed out as she frowned at him, lightly hitting his chest. “D-Don’t make fun of , Kafi! I’m athletic too, you know! I’ve hiked mountains before!”
Kafka raised an eyebrow and gave her a teasing smirk, his voice low and taunting. “Oh, really? If you’re that athletic, Mom, then you don’t need my help, do you? You should be able to climb on top of all by yourself.”
Olivia blinked at him, her lips parting slightly. “W-What do you an climb on top of you?”
With a confident grin, Kafka spread his arms wide, standing firmly like a rock. “I an exactly what I said. Climb on. Show how capable you are. Or are you all talk?”
The challenge burned in Olivia’s chest. She puffed out her cheeks slightly and crossed her arms under her breasts, determination flaring in her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Don’t underestimate your mother, Kafi. I’m not the type to back down from a challenge.”
“Good.” He said, his grin widening as he tilted his head slightly. “Show .”
Olivia inhaled deeply, bracing herself. She knew this wasn’t sothing a dignified mother like her should be doing, it felt childish, reckless even, but her pride wouldn’t let her step down.
‘I have to show him…I can do this!’
She took several quick steps back, and then, without giving herself a chance to second guess, she rushed forward with all her might.
“Here I co!” She cried, her voice ringing with determination as she leapt forward.
In one smooth motion, she jumped up, landing perfectly against his firm chest. Her arms imdiately looped around his neck, her fingers clasping tightly behind him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking herself in place as her body pressed flush against his.
Her heart was pounding, not just from the effort, but from how incredibly warm and hard his body felt beneath her. ‘I…I really did it!’
She looked up at him, her face flushed but her lips spreading into a triumphant smile. “See? I told you I could do it! I wasn’t lying, I really did it, Kafi!”
Kafka blinked at her for a mont, then let out a low chuckle.
“You really did.” His hands instinctively moved to support her by resting against her thighs, his voice softening with genuine admiration. “Good job, Mom. You’re more capable than I gave you credit for.”
Her chest swelled with pride at his praise, her smile growing even wider. But as her giddiness settled, she beca painfully aware of just how close their faces were, so close she could feel the heat of his breath fanning across her lips.
Kafka’s smirk deepened as his eyes drifted downward, taking in the sight of her clinging to him so tightly.
“You know…with the way you just jumped on and wrapped yourself around …” His voice grew lower, more teasing. “It doesn’t look like a mother proving a point to her son. It looks more like a excited wife pouncing on her husband after he ca back from a long trip, desperate to drag him into bed.”
Olivia’s entire face turned crimson. “K-Kafi! Don’t say weird things like that!”
But he wasn’t finished. “Especially with how tightly you’re holding onto .” He murmured, his hands sliding down her thighs slightly. “The excitent in your face…it really does look like that kind of scene.”
“Stop it! It’s not like that at all!” She cried, her voice cracking as her grip on him tightened reflexively.
But before she could say another word, Kafka’s hands shifted downward and cupped her plush butt, his palms squeezing firmly as a sharp smack echoed through the grove.
“Then again…” He said with a devilish grin. “If this really were that kind of scene, it’d be my job as your husband to grab onto my wife’s soft cheeks like this…and carry her straight to bed.”
“Ahh! Stop that, Kafi!” Olivia yelped, her body jerking in surprise as her face burned even hotter.
The loud slap had startled her, and the way his strong hands kneaded her plump flesh sent an electric jolt through her nerves.
She imdiately brought one hand down from his neck and smacked at his wrists. “Take your hands off, you shaless boy! Don’t touch like that!”
But despite her protests, she didn’t imdiately push away. Deep down, the firm heat of his hands sent an odd wave of comfort and excitent coursing through her body, making her feel strangely weak and warm all over…
Thank You Baerys for the Golden Tickets
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