Ch.136136. Dangerous Game

──30 minutes earlier, one morning in May.

Having fallen asleep only at dawn as usual, I woke up at a very early hour.

“Huaaawn…”

Checking the wall clock with a foggy mind while yawning, it was 6:30 AM. I had woken up thirty minutes earlier than my usual wake-up time.

The last time I checked the clock yesterday was at one o’clock, so I had slept for about five hours, but my body feels quite refreshed.

“…Maybe because I exercised until late?”

-Ungggg. I muttered while stretching. It was something that would have horrified him if he had heard it, but right now he’s sleeping beside me, oblivious to the world.

Judging by his steady breathing and complete stillness, he seems to be in a deep sleep. I wonder if he wouldn’t even notice if someone carried him away. I chuckled quietly at the silly thought.

“Well, he did use a lot of energy.”

Recalling the passionate night, my face flushed hot. I cleared my throat to erase those thoughts and turned to lie on my side. Then I slowly took in the sight of my man sleeping.

His distinct features, those deliciously red lips. The strong jawline, and the firm upper body below it.

…Really, no matter when I look at him, he’s exactly my type.

“…Hmm.”

After enjoying the pleasant view in the morning, any remaining sleepiness completely disappeared. Even though no one was watching, I glanced around for no reason, then swallowed and slowly reached out my hand.

The feeling of my fingertip touching his upper chest was very firm. With slight exaggeration, it felt like a building wall. Women’s bodies remain soft even after exercise if they don’t tense up, but his body is always this firm.

Is it because he’s a man? The hormonal difference must be this significant. Thinking that, I sneakily slipped my hand in and touched him lightly.

Of course, touching someone’s body while they’re sleeping is impolite… but so what? He sucks and bites my breasts every day, so honestly, this is nothing in comparison.

“Mmm…”

Just as I was justifying my actions to myself and boldly trying to slip my hand in further, he suddenly turned toward me and made a strange moaning sound. Startled, I quickly pulled my hand back.

“Are, are you awake?”

I asked carefully in a hushed voice, afraid I might have been caught, but there was no answer. It was probably just sleep-talking.

“Phew…”

Thump-thump, my heart was racing like a child caught doing something naughty. But it seemed a shame to give up this rare opportunity. I’m weak in the mornings, so it’s rare for me to wake up before him.

Well, it’s not like it never happens, but the ratio is probably about 9 to 1. He’s definitely the 9.

“……”

So I should quickly do what I wanted to do before he wakes up. Having made that decision, I first unbuttoned my pajama top.

Pop, pop. Since I sleep without underwear, my breasts were fully exposed as soon as I took off my pajamas. I carefully moved closer to his face and positioned my breasts near his face.

Every time I heard him exhale, his warm breath tickled between my breasts. It was more ticklish than I expected, and I almost let out a strange nasal sound.

“Hoo… haa.”

After taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I gently placed my hand on the back of his head and stroked it. He seems to particularly like my breasts, so this is my consideration—letting him sleep with his face buried in the breasts he loves.

“…Oh my?”

Then, quite coincidentally, he who had been completely still suddenly moved on his own. He had been just barely touching my breasts, but now he squirmed and pressed himself more firmly between them, like a child seeking comfort.

Moreover, he even took a deep breath. Does he smell me even in his sleep? He likes smelling my body when he’s awake, and now he’s doing it while sleeping too. Watching his behavior quietly, I suppressed a laugh.

“Are you perhaps awake?”

Even when I gently tickled the back of his head and whispered quietly, there was no response, so he must really be asleep. The fact that he doesn’t wake up even with this shows how tired he must have been.

I’d like to stay like this until he wakes up, but if he opens his eyes with his face buried in my breasts, it would be awkward for both of us.

Since it’s almost his usual wake-up time, I should stop now and just watch him wake up. I removed my breasts from his face and moved back slightly. Then I watched his face silently until he opened his eyes.

About five minutes passed like that.

“Mmm…”

Making an adorable sound, he opened his eyes groggily.

Blink, blink, his long eyelashes for a man fluttered a few times as his focus gradually returned.

“…Hwa Nabi?”

Having just woken up, his voice cracked like a dry rice field. But in its own way, the husky quality wasn’t unpleasant to hear.

I gently fixed his sleep-tousled bangs and spoke.

“Siwoo, you’re awake.”

“Yeah… just woke up. What about you?”

“I woke up five minutes ago.”

Actually, I woke up thirty minutes ago and did everything I wanted to do, but there’s no need to be that honest. After I answered with a moderate lie, he stared at me silently.

His gaze seemed to be trying to see through something. Did he notice something while half-asleep? If that’s the case, it would be a bit embarrassing, so I was preparing an appropriate excuse when he suddenly looked away.

Then he slightly opened his mouth and brought the back of his right hand to his eyes. I watched him and quickly grabbed his arm.

“Wait, Siwoo. Are you trying to rub your eyes?”

“Huh? Yeah, why?”

“Rubbing your eyes with your hands is bad for eye health. I’ll make breakfast, so go wash your face in the bathroom first.”

When I spoke firmly, he looked at me with a dumbfounded expression. This was something I couldn’t compromise on, so I stared back without backing down.

Then, perhaps still not fully awake, he nodded cautiously with drowsy eyes.

“Mmm, okay.”

“…Heh, good.”

I patted his head lightly as if to say “well done,” and jumped out of bed. Before leaving the bedroom, I added one more thing.

“Hurry and wash up. I’ll make something delicious.”

-Click. I closed the door before hearing his answer. He can wash up in the bedroom bathroom, and I’ll use the living room bathroom. I entered the bathroom intending to just quickly wash my face and then prepare breakfast.

And when I looked in the mirror without thinking, I was startled.

“…Oh.”

I wasn’t wearing anything on my upper body. Why am I like this? After thinking for a moment, I quickly realized.

Ah, right. I took off my pajama top and didn’t put it back on. I was so distracted by his sleeping face that I forgot.

“Ah, stupid…”

I berated myself belatedly, but the water was already spilled and too late to pick up. By now, he would have come out of the bathroom, so if I went back to the bedroom to get clothes, we would definitely run into each other. That would be extremely awkward first thing in the morning.

“Phew…”

I composed my expression in case someone saw me and let out a big sigh. This is no time for me to be spacing out. They say even if you’re dragged into a tiger’s den, you can survive if you keep your wits about you, right?

So I pulled myself together and washed my face with cold water first. Cold water is the enemy of skin, but this was no time to worry about that.

After washing my face by practically pouring cold water on it, I left the bathroom. Since I couldn’t go to the dressing room connected to the bedroom, I had to resolve this situation using only what was in the living room and kitchen.

Yes, I know I need to do that… but how do I fix this? I felt dizzy with no good solution in sight. Still, desperately looking for anything helpful, I scanned the kitchen.

“Oh?”

Just then, an article of clothing caught my eye. More precisely, not clothing but the apron I wear when cooking.

It was a cute size that barely covered above the stomach due to my protruding chest, but in the current situation, it was a godsend.

“…Good.”

I immediately went over and put it on.

The size was small, so I was a bit concerned about my lower abdomen not being fully covered… but this was better than nothing. As I was about to turn around after tightly tying the apron strings around my waist, I noticed another piece of clothing hanging below the apron.

Not a top but a skirt, an extremely short one at that. Judging by the design, it looked like something to wear only at home, but why was it here?

I picked it up mindlessly to put it away but then paused.

“……”

Could this… perhaps be an opportunity? If I just exposed my upper body, it would look strange and unbalanced, but if I changed into a short skirt for my lower body too, it would look like I deliberately dressed this way.

It was a spontaneous improvisation, but it couldn’t be more perfect. After congratulating myself, I took off my pajama pants and put on the short skirt.

…And thus completed the half-naked apron look. Checking my reflection in the living room mirror, I felt newly embarrassed as I looked like some kind of pervert, but in this situation, this was the best solution. After patting my cheeks a couple of times, I headed to the kitchen.

*

And now back to the present, he who had stopped mid-spoonful was staring wide-eyed at the curves under my apron.

He seemed to be trying not to get caught, but it was obvious when looking at him head-on.

“…Ah, delicious.”

When our eyes met, he seemed embarrassed and continued eating as if nothing had happened. Watching that cute sight, I casually spoke up.

“Siwoo.”

“Hm, what?”

“…Yap.”

Since he couldn’t take his eyes off my chest, I slightly pulled the front of the apron with my index finger. This exposed the cleavage that had been well-hidden, and he froze with his eyes even wider than before.

-Gulp. His face instantly turned red as he quickly turned his head away. Mission accomplished. Having successfully drawn out his adorable reaction first thing in the morning, I secretly clenched my fist in victory.

“Hey, you. Wh-what are you doing?”

He was so flustered that he couldn’t continue speaking while staring intently at my chest. To that, I placed my chin on my hands like a flower cup, with an innocent face as if I knew nothing.

“What? Did something happen?”

“…You’re doing this on purpose right now.”

His voice grew cold, as if he had caught onto my intention. But I couldn’t abandon my act here, so I continued pretending not to know and tilted my head.

“Hmm, what do you mean?”