Ch.119119. My Boyfriend Is Too Sexy [Illustration]

The seductively parted pink lips, as if trying to enchant me. Dangerous words escaping from those moving lips. Hwa Nabi’s voice, formed by those fragments coming together into sentences, approached me with a profoundly meaningful feeling.

No matter what anyone said, we were bound to each other, so her claim that I was hers wasn’t exactly wrong.

It was true, but… why was my Adam’s apple bobbing nervously? I stood frozen, at a loss for words. I didn’t know how to respond or what to do.

Hwa Nabi gazed at me intently. Her beautiful emerald eyes blinked a couple of times. I held my breath for a moment as I looked back at her.

Having successfully held me captive with just her gaze, Hwa Nabi gently stroked my collarbone with her finger.

“Siwoo. Do you remember that?”

“…What?”

I pushed away the hazy thoughts clouding my mind and forced a brief response. If I spoke at length, I might say something strange.

Perhaps because we were soaking in the hot spring with steam rising around us, Hwa Nabi’s gaze wavered softly as she looked at me.

“About… three years ago. When you and I were students, you said something to me? That you were holding back a lot too.”

Had I really said something like that? With my body still rigid, I slowly racked my brain trying to remember.

At that moment, Hwa Nabi smirked and lightly placed her index finger on my lips.

“Actually, I found it a bit funny back then.”

“What was funny?”

When I opened my mouth to ask, Hwa Nabi pressed her index finger firmly against my lips, as if stamping them.

As if telling me not to speak yet.

“Well… it couldn’t help but be funny, right? Saying such things to intimidate me without even knowing who was holding back more.”

“No, that’s…”

“Shh, I’m not finished yet. Siwoo, you probably don’t realize because I don’t talk about it much. But the truth is, I’ve been holding back a lot too.”

We seemed to have done it at least twice almost every day. And she calls that holding back? Those words rose to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down.

If I said that, I wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences.

“You’re always walking around without any self-awareness, showing off your sexy body. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold back when we live together?”

“I think I’ve always been properly dressed…”

Anyone listening would think I walked around naked at home. When I said that, Hwa Nabi suddenly climbed onto my thighs.

Splash, splash. Making water sounds as she changed her position, she put her arms on my shoulders. Then, looking down at me slightly from above, she smirked as if I knew nothing.

“Siwoo, you used to wear just a shirt around the house, right?”

“Oh, yes. I did.”

I tried to maintain a neat appearance even at home because I didn’t want to look too relaxed.

“And you always unbutton a couple buttons on your shirt and roll up your sleeves, don’t you?”

That was in the realm of the unconscious, so I wasn’t sure about those details. I opened my mouth reluctantly.

“Did I…?”

“Yes, you did. You were always walking around showing off your forearms, collarbone, and chest area.”

I swear to heaven I never had such intentions. But since Hwa Nabi, my roommate, felt that way… I had nothing to say.

At a loss for words, I averted my gaze slightly. But Hwa Nabi placed her hands on both my cheeks, making me look straight at her.

“But you know what?”

“…What?”

“Showing just enough, teasing with partial exposure, is actually sexier.”

So she’s saying that revealing while partially concealing is more attractive than just stripping everything off? As a man, I understand the aesthetics of concealment, but I never imagined I would be the subject.

“You look like you never imagined it.”

“……”

Is she reading my mind now? Having my inner thoughts exposed, I silently looked at her. She stared intently at my chest area below my neck and said:

“So… take responsibility.”

Hwa Nabi’s chest pressed against mine. She pushed her soft breasts firmly against me and looked at me from up close.

Dilated pupils, rough breathing. I thought I knew what she wanted.

“…What responsibility?”

“For making me like this… that responsibility.”

As if she couldn’t hold back any longer, Hwa Nabi answered softly and immediately pressed her lips against mine.

Her breath, sweet no matter when I tasted it, ignited a small spark in my heart that had been calmly accepting her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her slightly closer. She also reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck.

A happy moment with our bodies pressed together without any gap, our minds completely filled with thoughts of each other.

“Hwa Nabi.”

“Yes, Siwoo?”

“…I love you.”

“…Yes, me too.”

The quiet space where even our breaths could be clearly heard began to fill with warm heat.

***

In a sulfur hot spring with pleasant scents wafting up, I whisper words of love to the person I cherish most. Could there be anything happier than this?

But good times pass quickly, and before I knew it, our breaths had reached their limit. We separated our lips simultaneously, as if by mutual agreement.

“Whew…”

His hot breath touched the tip of my nose, and I stared blankly at the saliva stretching like a thread between our lips before coming to my senses.

The person before me now is the man I love most in the world.

Newly aware of this fact, I embraced him, letting all tension leave my body. He hesitated for a moment, then carefully hugged me back.

“Was it hard for you?”

“…What was?”

Wondering what he meant by this sudden question, I rested my chin on his shoulder and asked. He gently leaned back to let me rest my body comfortably as he replied.

“You suddenly went limp, so I thought maybe you were tired.”

“What would you do if I said I was tired?”

“I’d let you rest against my body like this.”

“And if I said I wasn’t tired?”

“Then I’d just hold you like this.”

“…There’s no difference, is there?”

Finding his own words amusing, he smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around my back. I entrusted my body to him and slowly examined his body, lowering my gaze.

Broad shoulders, firm arms. A flushed back.

Indeed, the old saying is true – what looks good is also good to eat…

“……”

Anyway, I cleared my throat to dispel my thoughts. He gently stroked my waist and spoke.

“Nabi, are you cold? Want to go inside?”

“Ah, no. I’m fine. We can stay longer.”

“Really? Didn’t you just cough because you were cold?”

“…It wasn’t that.”

Feeling embarrassed for no reason, I lightly slapped his shoulder. Caught off guard by my sudden action, he spoke with a slightly bewildered voice.

“Why, why did you hit me?”

“…Just because. Your back is too sexy. It was a reminder to keep it covered.”

“There you go with that talk again…”

“What? It’s true. Your body is problematically sexy.”

It was half an excuse, but not a lie. His body was well-trained, making it believable that he enjoyed various sports, yet his skin was fair and smooth, creating quite a contrast.

Perhaps it would make more sense to call it the epitome of a slim yet firm physique. It exudes a toned physical beauty that any woman would inevitably prefer.

But the problem is that he doesn’t realize it and just shows it off everywhere. No… maybe that’s not a problem. Actually, it’s better if he remains unaware.

That way, I can have him all to myself.

“Well, to my eyes, you look sexier…”

His eyes were fixed on my partially exposed chest area as he muttered quietly.

Finding his honest gaze a bit amusing, I smiled gently and replied.

“Siwoo, exactly where are you looking while saying that?”

“…Huh? What? I wasn’t looking at anything.”

After I pointed it out, he belatedly raised his gaze to meet my eyes. Really, is he doing this on purpose? His cuteness touched my heart, and I reached out to poke his cheek.

“You were just staring at my chest, want to see more?”

“Honestly, it would be a lie to say I wasn’t looking… but it wasn’t constantly.”

“If we spend about ten hours together each day, excluding sleep… you’re looking for about nine of those hours, right? So that is constant.”

“…You’re exaggerating a bit, aren’t you?”

“No? I didn’t exaggerate at all.”

If anything, I reduced it rather than increased it. He seemed to doubt the truth of my words, grabbing my shoulders to face me directly.

One second.

Two seconds.

After about three seconds, he slightly released my shoulders.

“Do I really… look that long?”

“Yes. You didn’t know?”

“Well, I thought I was being really careful…”

As if giving up on making excuses, he muttered honestly in a dejected tone. Now he looks like a sad puppy again. To acknowledge his effort, I gently kissed his cheek.

“Still, you’re quite gentlemanly. At least when we talk, you make eye contact.”

“Well, that’s just basic, isn’t it?”

“There are many people in the world who can’t even manage that basic courtesy.”

“…Really? That must have been tough.”

He quietly looked at me for a moment, then spoke in a low voice as he gently embraced me. I felt his body heat enveloping me.

…It’s warm.

“I wish everyone in the world was like you, Siwoo.”

I turned my body around and leaned my back against his chest as I said this.

He seemed to ponder my words for a moment, then smiled and replied.

“It wouldn’t be easy to find someone like me, you know?”

“…Heh, I suppose not.”

He’s handsome enough, kind-hearted, has a toned body, excels in studies, and comes from a good family. At this point, he’s probably unmatched among men his age.

Really, my fiancé has such an incredible set of qualities. With this newfound appreciation, I looked at his face.

“What is it?”

As I gazed at him quietly, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

There’s… one more thing this man is good at.

Just imagining it made my mouth water involuntarily.

“Siwoo, want to play a game with me?”

I moved back a little and sat on the edge of the outdoor bath. His gaze, which had been on my face, shifted upward and became fixed on my partially exposed chest.

Really, did he think he wouldn’t be caught staring so intently every day? I’m not sure if I should call this innocent or cute.

“…Ahem.”

Judging by his reddening face, it’s probably the latter.

“Heh, you’re really cute…”

“Anyway… let’s stop this strange talk. So, what kind of game?”

At his question, I answered without the slightest hesitation.

“A slightly… naughty game?”