To Kafka's surprise, Olivia became engrossed, her voice taking on a almost scientific tone as she began to describe what she felt, as if she were a physician analyzing a specimen rather than a mother touching her son.
"Your pectoralis major is...remarkably developed." She said, her voice steady but tinged with fascination, her fingers pressing lightly against his chest. "The muscle fibers feel dense, well-defined, perfect for explosive strength."
Her hands slid lower, tracing the six distinct segments of his abdominals.
"And these rectus abdominis muscles...They're so symmetrical, with such clear separation. You've built an athletic core, Kafi, ideal for stability and power."
She moved to his shoulders, her touch careful, her words precise.
"The external obliques here, they're tight, sculpted—excellent for rotational movements, like in martial arts or sports."
Her tone was detached, almost academic, as if she were studying a masterpiece, not caressing her son's body.
