Kafka let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted.
"Good." He said, his voice tinged with relief. "For a second, I thought what Mom said was a lie or something. Got me worried." He chuckled, his expression easing into one of pride. "I was confused by how shocked you looked, but I guess you're just surprised I know so much about women's bodies, huh?"
"...I'm not the kid I used to be, Mom. I've grown up, learned a thing or two."
He puffed out his chest slightly, his grin proud and self-assured, oblivious to the deeper currents swirling around him, while Olivia's mind spun, a storm of realization crashing over her.
Despite his bold, lewd actions—groping their asses, commanding their submission, Kafka's understanding of their arousal was cloaked in an innocence that stunned her.
