Ch.129129. Silent Night, Passionate Night – side. Hwanabi

A quiet night, just the two of us. Me in lingerie, him in a shower robe.

In this situation where everything seems deliberately arranged for something to happen… what exactly does he mean by wanting to eat something?

I wasn’t sure what he meant, or rather, I thought I knew too well.

So I blurted out something completely random.

“Are you… hungry?”

“…Huh?”

Seemingly confused by my out-of-nowhere question, he blinked with round eyes. I seized the opportunity to offer the excuse I’d prepared.

“You asked if you could eat something. Weren’t you saying you’re hungry…?”

“No, what I meant wasn’t about eating food…”

He stopped mid-sentence, then stared intently into my eyes as if trying to see through me. Afraid he might discover my true feelings, I quickly averted my gaze.

“Ah… I see. So that’s how it is? Hmm, I get it. So that’s your game?”

…But it seemed pointless. Making a strange nasal sound as if he’d figured out my intentions completely, he leisurely looked me up and down.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I covered my chest slightly with my arm and spoke curtly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well, because you’re cute?”

“…C-cute? I think you’re just trying to dodge the question by calling me cute. That’s not going to work.”

I tried to snap back quickly but couldn’t. Just as I was about to say my second sentence, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

The front of his loosened shower robe revealed his collarbone and pectoral muscles right before my eyes. Pressed against those attractive, firm muscles, I forgot what I was saying and held my breath.

He gently stroked the back of my head, then whispered quietly in my ear.

“If not that… then because I love you?”

“……”

And then came a truly unexpected confession of love.

Already the second time today, and though I knew it was just something a drunk person might say without thinking, my face grew noticeably hot.

Ah… really. Saying he looks at me with love while we’re dressed like this at this hour. Isn’t that basically asking to pounce on me right now?

Part of me wants to forget about the alcohol and just embrace him and do all sorts of things. But taking advantage of someone who’s drunk doesn’t feel right either.

“Sigh…”

In the end, all I could do was turn my head and sigh deeply.

But he seemed to misinterpret my sigh, suddenly furrowing his brows and asking in a slightly lower voice.

“What’s with that reaction?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I told you I love you, and you just sighed.”

At this close distance, where our faces would touch with just a slight tilt, his breath feels rougher than usual.

Thinking he might misunderstand if I leave it at that, I tried to explain, but his lips opened before mine.

“Don’t you love me?”

“What? No, Han Siwoo. Wait a moment. That’s…”

“Answer first. Do you love me or not?”

“O-of course I love you too. The reason I sighed wasn’t because of you, but… mmph.”

Just as I was trying to answer first and then explain, he suddenly stole my lips.

“S-Siwoo… hah. Mmm…”

He continued kissing me without giving me a chance to speak. Overlapping his lips with mine, connecting our bodies, wrapping his tongue around mine and melting me. An exchange of thick saliva that made resistance unthinkable.

His arm, which had been unilaterally exploring me, traced down my spine and eventually reached my buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. My eyes, which had been closed, flew open, and I hastily broke the kiss.

“W-what are you touching…?!”

“Hmm? Am I not allowed to touch?”

“N-no, it’s not that I don’t allow it…”

“If it’s not that, then why?”

“…I-it’s a bit embarrassing.”

Not expecting such a direct question, I squirmed and admitted honestly. He looked at me quietly for a moment, then smirked.

“Embarrassed? We’ve done much more than this.”

“No, even saying the same thing like that… mmph.”

As I was about to complain, he quickly sealed my lips with his own. Because of that, I couldn’t say what I wanted to and only tasted his tongue.

“Chu… haa, ahh…”

As I exchanged kisses following his lead, I suddenly felt indignant. Why is he freely touching my buttocks while I have to think of excuses?

Slightly annoyed at him for taking liberties with me under the pretext of being drunk, I also placed my hands on his chest, shoulders, abs, and the crevices between them, touching everywhere.

Laughing softly as if ticklish, he gently pulled away from my lips and caressed my waist.

“Do you like touching me?”

Unlike me, who jumped like a spring at the slightest touch on my buttocks, he looked extremely composed.

I had put so much effort into my attack… but seeing no particular reaction made me slightly peeved.

So I deliberately turned my head away, staring at the empty wall as I answered.

“No, I don’t like it at all.”

“Liar.”

“Why am I lying?”

“You love my muscles. You always secretly look at me when I’m sleeping, did you think I wouldn’t know?”

“…W-what? Th-that’s not…”

Hit right on the mark, I was so surprised that I stammered without realizing it. He, with his shoulders broadly spread, looked at me leisurely and reached for my bangs.

“When you look at me with such sparkling eyes, it would be stranger if I didn’t notice.”

“……”

I thought I was hiding it well, but he already knew everything. Having nothing to say, I just swallowed dryly. Then, smiling quietly, he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled it to place on his chest.

“So, don’t worry about me and touch as much as you want. I’m going to touch you freely too.”

After muttering in a low voice, without any warning, he suddenly squeezed my buttocks hard. A strange sensation of rough fingers digging into soft flesh.

Because of that, an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips.

“Hah, ahh…”

But that sound was louder than I expected. I was startled myself and covered my mouth, but it was already too late.

He stared at me with eyes that seemed to say he was dying of love, then suddenly kissed me.

“Mmm… ahh.”

After about ten seconds, he released me. I wiped my lips, wet with sticky saliva, with the back of my hand, and glared at him slightly.

But he met my gaze with a confident attitude and said:

“Did you dislike it?”

A question he asked despite knowing I wasn’t truly disliking it.

The alcohol seems to have changed him. He always had a somewhat sly side, but now he seems several times more cunning than usual. Like he has a hundred snakes inside him.

“No… I didn’t.”

“Then, did you like it?”

“…Yes.”

Figuring there was no point in denying it, I answered honestly. He smiled in the most charming way, gently lifted my chin, and kissed me again.

“Hah, ahh, mmm, haaa…”

Our lips pressed together without any gap, and his sweet breath transmitted every time he exhaled, seeming slightly excited.

The wine we had shared wasn’t particularly sweet, so why did his lips taste so sweet? I tried to think with my head, which was dizzy from the sweetness, but couldn’t come up with an answer.

“Haaaa…”

We kissed, forgetting even to breathe, and then separated simultaneously. But as if this wasn’t enough for him, he pulled me into a tight embrace as I was catching my breath a little distance away.

…Something hard was poking at the lower part of my underwear.

“Nabi.”

“Yes?”

“Should we make a baby?”

“……”

I was momentarily speechless and couldn’t answer quickly. It was a line that far exceeded my imagination, and I just stared blankly. He opened his mouth slightly and smiled blandly.

“Why are you so surprised?”

When he says it with a smile, I can’t tell if he’s joking or serious. Avoiding his gaze, I repeated what I had already told him.

“Did you forget what I told you yesterday? I had a contraceptive procedure. …Even if we wanted to make one, we couldn’t.”

“Is it one hundred percent safe with that?”

“One hundred percent… no, it’s below one percent even during ovulation. I don’t remember the exact figure, but anyway, it’s extremely low.”

“Is that so? Then we’ll just have to keep trying until it happens.”

Saying that, he looked at me with burning eyes.

His eyes were sincere.

“Just to be clear, I’m not saying this because I’m drunk.”

“…Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

“Yes. I won’t.”

He answered immediately to the words I had finally managed to say after much thought. There wasn’t even a trace of hesitation in his demeanor.

Realizing he was serious, I gulped.

…Somehow, my lower abdomen feels tingly.

“Um, Siwoo. In that case… Ah!”

Before I could finish speaking, he made his move.

Holding me tightly with his arms as if to prevent me from escaping, he looked at me with honey-dripping eyes and whispered softly.

“If you don’t like it, say so. I’ll stop.”

“Th-that…”

“But, if you don’t say anything now…”

He brushed aside the hair near my ear and gently caressed my cheek.

Then, very intensely, meeting my gaze, he opened his mouth.

“…I’ll do as I please.”

…It was the beginning of a hot night.