Ch.120120. A Slightly Erotic Game.

“A lewd game… you want to play?”

The location was a deserted open-air bath, our attire practically naked. In this situation where anything could happen at any moment, she wants to play a lewd game with me.

My heart was racing so much that I found myself repeating Hwa Nabi’s words without realizing it.

“Siwoo. It’s not just a lewd game, but a ‘slightly’ lewd game, okay?”

“Ah, right. Slightly… that kind of game.”

What exactly is the difference between a lewd game and a slightly lewd game? I started to seriously contemplate this before giving up.

“So, Siwoo. Could you hold my waist for a moment?”

“…Why my waist all of a sudden?”

“Because the game is in the ziplock bag.”

“Ah, okay. Got it.”

I moved forward as Hwa Nabi requested and lightly held her waist. She then leaned her upper body forward, stretched out her arm, and grabbed the ziplock bag that was outside the open-air bath.

During this process, her chest briefly pressed against my face before pulling away, but she didn’t seem to notice, so I remained silent.

After giving me this unexpected pleasure, Hwa Nabi pulled out an object—what she called a “slightly lewd game”—which turned out to be:

“Ta-da! The Couple Potato Game!”

It was a red paper french fry box, the kind commonly seen at fast food restaurants.

“Isn’t that just a french fry box rather than a Couple Potato Game?”

I couldn’t help but comment, even if it ruined the mood. After all, it looked exactly like an ordinary french fry box.

When I said this, Hwa Nabi held the french fry box right in front of my eyes as if to say “what are you talking about,” urging me to look more carefully.

“Look closely. It’s different, right?”

Looking carefully, it wasn’t an ordinary french fry box after all. First, the exterior wasn’t made of paper but of hard plastic material, and the potatoes inside weren’t real potatoes but model potatoes.

And there was some kind of writing on the surface of the model potatoes, but I couldn’t see it properly because Hwa Nabi was holding it behind her back.

“I guess it is different. So, how do you play this game?”

“See this button on the back? When you press it, one french fry pops out. Then you check the fry and perform the penalty written on its surface. Simple, right?”

“Hmm, is that so?”

Just hearing the explanation, I couldn’t quite grasp it. I didn’t know what kind of penalties there would be.

But seeing is believing, and the rules didn’t seem that complicated, so I figured I’d understand once we started playing. I nodded.

“Shall we play rock-paper-scissors now? The loser draws first.”

“Okay.”

—Rock, paper, scissors!

“…I lost.”

“Oh? I won. Hehe. Well then, Siwoo? Go ahead and draw one.”

I took the french fry box Hwa Nabi handed me and pressed the button on the back. With a click, a model french fry popped out.

[Girlfriend gives boyfriend a massage!]

[For more than 1 minute!]

“It says you should give me a massage, not the other way around?”

“Oh, you’re right! I guess who performs the penalty is randomly determined.”

That means on Hwa Nabi’s turn, I could also be the one getting the penalty. I think I understand how this game works now.

Tap tap, Hwa Nabi patted my shoulder.

“Siwoo, turn around. I’ll give you a massage.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

I turned around as Hwa Nabi instructed and waited with my arms resting on the backrest of the open-air bath. Hwa Nabi came behind me and placed her fingers on my shoulders.

Then she firmly gripped my shoulders with her entire hand and began applying pressure with her thumbs.

“How is it? Does it feel like it’s loosening up?”

“Mmm, it feels good.”

Since Hwa Nabi is a woman, her grip strength isn’t that strong. But because we’ve given each other massages often, she’s learned the technique and can now give a good massage without using much strength.

Still, I didn’t want to make her do it for too long. Her hands are already so delicate, and I didn’t want her to exhaust herself. After receiving an adequate massage, I turned around to face forward.

“Shall we do the next one?”

“Yes. Since you drew last time, it’s my turn now, right?”

“Yeah, go ahead and draw.”

I handed her the french fry box that was placed outside the open-air bath. Hwa Nabi pressed the bottom, and a model french fry popped out.

[Boyfriend hugs girlfriend from behind!]

[For more than 2 minutes!]

“Oh, I got the penalty this time?”

On my turn, Hwa Nabi got the penalty, and on Hwa Nabi’s turn, I got the penalty. It seems the order of drawing doesn’t matter.

“Looks like it. We keep getting the opposite results. Are we unlucky?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the game was designed this way intentionally?”

As is often the case with these kinds of games, the penalties are just a pretext, and the real intention is to encourage physical contact between the players.

Hwa Nabi seemed to know this too, as she turned her back to me with a slight smile.

“Intention aside, a penalty is a penalty, right? Come on. Perform your penalty.”

“Okay, sure.”

I welcome this kind of penalty anytime. I moved closer to Hwa Nabi, who had turned her back to me.

Her skin, perhaps because it was wet, looked more lustrous than usual. Her smooth back and the slightly exposed white nape of her neck looked very beautiful.

I admired Hwa Nabi’s back for a moment, then reached out and hugged her.

“Alright, start counting 2 minutes.”

“…We don’t have a watch. Should I just count it myself?”

“Yeah, let me know when the time is up.”

The phone was within reach, but I pretended not to know and rested my chin on her shoulder.

She placed her hand on top of mine and tickled it slightly.

“Mmm… this feels nice.”

I felt good hugging her like this too.

The mysterious scent of the sulfur hot spring mixed with Hwa Nabi’s unique fragrant body odor tickled my nose… it was such a happy feeling that I wondered if I might become addicted to it.

Hwa Nabi relaxed her body and leaned her back against me. I hugged her more tightly to support her.

“Nabi, shall we draw the next one in advance?”

“…Ah, should we?”

Hwa Nabi, who had been completely relaxed, finally came to her senses.

-Press, click.

[Boyfriend supports girlfriend’s breasts with his arms!]

[For more than 1 minute!]

“…Support her breasts with my arms?”

I don’t know who created this, but it’s quite a bizarre penalty. Hwa Nabi seemed to share my sentiment, as she put down the french fry box with a slightly embarrassed look.

“Um, yeah. I didn’t know there would be something like this…”

I’m not sure what people who don’t have enough size to support are supposed to do, or why such a penalty exists… but since the rule is that you must do whatever penalty you get, there’s no choice.

I raised my arms that were wrapped around Hwa Nabi’s abdomen and placed them under her breasts to support them slightly.

“Is this uncomfortable?”

“No, I think it’s fine.”

It’s good that she says she’s comfortable, but given our position, our appearance was quite peculiar. After all, I was hugging Hwa Nabi from behind and essentially lifting her breasts with my arms.

I’ve only looked at them or held them in my hands before. I never imagined I would be supporting them with my forearms like this.

“It feels really comfortable when the weight is gone.”

“…This is comfortable?”

“Yes. It’s like, how should I put it? Like two sandbags attached to my chest have disappeared? My shoulders feel very light.”

“Sandbags…? Are breasts that heavy?”

“Yeah… pretty much? If I’m not conscious of it, my upper body gradually leans forward.”

Breasts so heavy they make the body tilt forward. This was a concern I could hardly even imagine.

At this point, I was starting to think Hwa Nabi’s breasts were something beyond just breasts… but as her boyfriend, I couldn’t say such things, so I cleared my throat to change the subject.

“I wish they were just this weight all the time.”

“Really? Then should I keep supporting them for you?”

“For that, you’d have to keep hugging me from behind. Would that be okay with you?”

“If you’re fine with it, I don’t see why not.”

The soft sensation against my arms, her smooth back, the fragrant smell, the slender nape that catches my eye—Hwa Nabi’s back is an incredibly attractive place with all the elements that would naturally draw any man, to the point where I could almost say I’d like to hug her like this forever.

Since I’d be truly happy staying like this, I spoke with a bit of sincerity, which made Hwa Nabi laugh lightly.

“How would we eat?”

“I’d be working, so you’d have to feed me.”

“Working? What work would you be doing?”

“I’m hugging you from behind right now. Supporting your breasts with my arms too. Do you know how hard this is? Your breasts are heavier than I thought.”

“What? Are you saying I’ve gained weight?”

“No, I’m saying it’s good that your breasts are big.”

“…Pfft, what are you saying?”

We both laughed after exchanging these silly jokes. By now, it must have been well over a minute. I whispered in Hwa Nabi’s ear.

“Nabi, shall we draw the next one?”

“Mmm, okay. Should I draw?”

“Yeah. It’s your turn.”

Hwa Nabi pressed the button on the french fry box, and with a cheerful sound, another model fry with the next penalty written on it popped out.

“What did we get?”

“Wait a moment. Let’s look together.”

Hwa Nabi picked up the model fry with her fingers and held it out. I stretched my neck slightly forward to examine the surface of the fry.

[Boyfriend kisses girlfriend’s thigh!]

[For more than 30 seconds!]

“…Huh?”