Ch.134134. Proof of Love

“…Show me how much you like me.”

As if embarrassed by her own words, I could see Hwa Nabi’s earlobes gradually turning red. Maintaining my position of practically embracing her, I reached out my hand to gently play with her earlobe.

She wants me to show my feelings. I think I’ve shown them plenty, both emotionally and materially, but apparently Nabi still feels it’s not enough.

Well, I have no choice then. I’ll have to make you feel how much I love you with my entire body.

While caressing her soft earlobe with my right hand, I moved my left hand to gently stroke her smooth thigh. Nabi seemed startled by the rough touch of my fingers, momentarily holding her breath before her waist twitched slightly.

“Ah…! Huh…”

“Sorry, did I startle you?”

I was mentally scolding myself for being too hasty—I should have touched her more slowly—when Nabi gazed at me quietly with moist eyes.

“No, I’m not… startled.”

“Then why?”

“It’s just… your fingers feel so good. I couldn’t help but…”

So she’s saying she got excited by my touch? Nabi probably said it without any self-awareness, but for a man, it was the most pleasing thing to hear. After all, it meant she made those lovely moans because of me.

Suppressing a laugh, I stroked her thigh a few more times before moving my hand slightly upward and slipping it under her skirt. The tip of my finger touched something thin that felt like a string.

It was too thin and slender to be normal underwear; it definitely didn’t feel like regular underwear.

“What are you wearing under your skirt?”

“O-of course I’m wearing underwear…”

“Oh… really?”

It doesn’t seem like the usual kind, but I’ll find out soon enough.

I slid my finger between the string and her thigh, then grabbed and kneaded her thigh. The soft yet firm skin confirmed her claim of exercising since childhood. It felt so good to touch that I unconsciously massaged it for quite a while.

“Haaah! Huh, mmm…”

I could easily lift her skirt to check, but strangely, I didn’t want to. I wanted to hear directly from her why she was wearing this string underwear and why she wasn’t being honest about it.

I wrapped my arm around her waist to prevent her from escaping and reached for her buttocks, firmly grasping them in my palm. Now her body was completely in my control. I squeezed her soft buttocks that were still emitting excited moans, kneading them firmly as if molding dough.

“Hnnng… huh, Siwoo…? Why do you keep… grabbing my butt…”

Because it’s firm and feels good in my hands. I almost said it honestly but managed to hold back. Saying something like that now would ruin the mood.

Instead, I gently bit her earlobe. My rough breath escaped and burrowed into her ear. She let out sensual moans every time my breath touched her.

“Haaah… haa, w-wait a moment…”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“I-I’ll service you, Siwoo. So could you please stop for a moment…?”

Her face had turned as red as a ripe persimmon, and she pleaded earnestly, seemingly finding it difficult to endure being attacked from both above and below simultaneously.

When my girlfriend begs like this, it would be wrong to have my way with her. I stopped my caresses and moved slightly away from Nabi.

Due to our height difference, I could see her face looking up at me with upturned eyes. She caught her rough breathing and wiped the corner of her mouth, where saliva had slightly dripped, with the back of her hand.

“First… shall we go to the bed? It’s a bit uncomfortable here…”

“Sure, let’s do that.”

I answered immediately as that was what I wanted too. I stood up abruptly with my arm still around her waist. Following my lead, Nabi also stood up naturally, momentarily holding her breath in surprise at my action.

“Ah… S-Siwoo?”

But I didn’t wait and lifted her up in my arms. In what’s commonly called a princess carry, I reached the bed in one breath and carefully set her down.

Nabi, sitting awkwardly on the bed with her eyes wide open in slight confusion, looks incredibly cute. But that’s one thing, and this is another. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I got to the point.

“So, how are you going to service me?”

Her rolled-up skirt, smooth thighs, exposed breasts, and fair armpits—her entire body was like a bundle of erotic pheromones, making me even more expectant.

Nabi seemed to ponder my question for a moment before swallowing hard. She had a determined expression.

“Well…”

Her hand, which had been gazing at me with emerald eyes, moved toward… her chest.

Nabi gripped the front of her shirt, which was only half-covering her large breasts. Then, lifting it slightly to reveal her smooth skin and pink nipples, she said:

“I’ll… do it with my breasts.”

“……”

This was a situation I had imagined once, no, several times before. Being serviced not with her mouth but with her breasts.

I had been hesitant to ask for it myself, partly because it felt a bit awkward to say out loud, and partly because it seemed too explicit a request… but this worked out well. I approached her without hesitation.

“You’ll do it with your breasts?”

“Oh, you don’t dislike it, do you…?”

“…Do it if you want to.”

I answered quickly before she could misunderstand. Not noticing my eagerness, Nabi nodded carefully, still looking tense.

“Yes. Then… would you lie down here?”

The place Nabi patted was the center of the bed, where we always lie down to sleep. I moved as she requested and rested my head on the pillow.

Nabi approached my lower body, undid the belt at my waist, and carefully pulled down my pants and underwear. My erect member stood right in front of her eyes.

“Huh… haa, hoo…”

Whether she didn’t intend to hide it or wasn’t aware, Nabi didn’t bother to be discreet as she sniffed my member, her nose twitching. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, she gently extended her tongue and licked the tip of the glans.

“Weren’t you going to use your breasts?”

“Ah… b-before I start. First I need to wet it with saliva. It would hurt if it’s too stiff…”

Saying that, she lightly grasped the shaft of my member and took the glans into her mouth, coating it thoroughly with her tongue.

The saliva dripping down the shaft was quite an unfamiliar sensation, and my waist involuntarily twitched. But Nabi seemed to interpret this as a signal to stop, and her tongue halted abruptly.

“…Should I stop?”

“No, keep going.”

“Mm… okay.”

Shyly responding, Nabi lowered her head and took my member into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft, sucked the glans with a pop, and let saliva flow—an obscene caress. Though she claimed it was just preparation, it was more attentive than usual, making the stimulation intense.

I reached down and gently pressed her head. It was an action I did unconsciously due to the intense pleasure, not a considerate gesture, which surprised even me. But Nabi didn’t seem to mind.

“Slurp, mmm, suck… suck, smack…”

No, she actually seemed to enjoy it. She looked up at me, meeting my gaze, and placed her hand on the back of mine, pressing it down harder. As if asking me to be rougher.

“…Phew.”

As much as I’d like to, this sight is stimulating in many ways. Feeling that I might reach climax soon if this continues, I gently stroked Nabi’s head.

This was our implicit agreement, my signal when climax was imminent.

Recognizing this, Nabi slightly opened her mouth to prepare to receive it. While continuing to caress with her breasts, she lowered her head and placed her lips on the tip of the glans.

Finally, the intense feeling of climax approached. I pressed the back of Nabi’s head firmly, making the glans touch the roof of her mouth, and ejaculated deeply.

“Mmm… slurp, suck… mmm.”

Nabi lovingly and diligently received my semen in her mouth, stroking the shaft throughout my ejaculation.

The climax subjectively lasted almost ten seconds, and after pouring out the last drop, I let out a deep sigh.

“Haaa…”

It was my first time being serviced with breasts, and it felt completely different from the mouth—good in its own way. I feel like I could get addicted if I’m not careful.

After swallowing the received semen, she sucked and licked the tip of the glans clean before removing my member from between her breasts.

“You really came a lot… Did it feel good?”

What’s the point of asking? I slipped my hands between her armpits. Then, pushing my buttocks backward to move to the center of the bed, I lifted Nabi up at the same time.

With our positions suddenly reversed, she sat on my thighs with her feet against her buttocks—the commonly known face-to-face sitting position.

“Nabi.”

“Mm… yes?”

She looked down at me with eyes that couldn’t understand why I was doing this, yet seemed secretly expectant, which was incredibly lovely.

To meet Nabi’s expectations, I kissed her without further explanation. She didn’t panic at my sudden kiss but responded eagerly, as if she had been waiting for it, entwining her tongue with mine.

“Haa… mmm, haa…”

“Phew… Nabi.”

“Mmm… haa, yes…?”

“I love you…”

“Mmm… I love you too…”

Though we’ve confirmed our love many times already, every time we prove and confirm it like this, an uncontrollable happiness envelops my entire body. This must be evidence of how much I love Nabi.

Newly aware of this fact, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, leaving no gap between us. She also wrapped her arms around my neck and closed her eyes.

As our rough breaths tickled each other’s faces, I deeply desired to be even closer. I opened my eyes wide and carefully lifted Nabi’s skirt.

A black string underwear. Moreover, the fabric covering her private parts was slightly open—an extremely risqué and erotic type of panty.

“Huh, Siwoo. You saw it…?”

Nabi, who had separated her lips from mine, smiled seductively. The thin, sticky saliva connecting our mouths stretched like a thread.

Still embracing her waist, I asked lightly:

“Did you wear this to show me?”

“Hmm, I wonder? Who do you think I wore it for…?”

“…What? Who is it?”

If she mentioned any man other than me, I was ready to flip out immediately.

Whether she knew my feelings or not, she smiled gently and patted my head.

“Ah, you’re so cute… Of course I’m joking. Who else would I show but you?”

“Really? …Then that’s fine.”

I said this, but inside I felt differently. I knew Nabi loved me, and I knew this was just her teasing… but nevertheless, I needed confirmation.

More definite confirmation.

“Siwoo, your eyes look dangerous…?”

“What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“They’re very, very beastly.”

“…Want me to show you what a real beast is like?”

I had no intention of going this far, but it’s Nabi’s fault for suddenly saying strange things. She made me feel insecure, didn’t she?

Yes, this is something Nabi brought upon herself. I’m not at fault.

I gently grabbed Nabi’s chin to make her look directly at me.

“W-what are you going to do?”

There was a lot I wanted to say. But the longer the words, the more diluted their meaning would become. So I needed to summarize my current feelings in one sentence that would also prevent Nabi from saying strange things again.

What kind of sentence… would work?

“……”

I pondered for a moment, but such a magical sentence wasn’t easy to come up with.

So I thought longer, and by the time confusion began to appear in her eyes as she watched me…

I grabbed Nabi’s shoulders firmly.

And with the coldest smile I could manage, I looked straight at her and opened my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“…Ah.”

After that, I made sure she couldn’t even speak properly.