Ch.138138. Take It Off

Narrowed eyes, irregular breathing. Slightly flushed cheeks. I can tell Hwa Nabi is a little excited.

Not angry-excited, but that kind of excited.

“Let’s do it properly this time. Understood…?”

“……”

Hwa Nabi sometimes gets worked up like this quite frequently, suddenly heating up and demanding physical affection. There are several ways to soothe her when she gets like this, but the easiest is to give her what she wants until she’s satisfied.

Come to think of it, she seems to enjoy skinship even more than I do. I don’t mind it, but it can be startling when she suddenly gets in the mood out of nowhere.

The reason she’s like this first thing in the morning is probably because she watched something stimulating. Making this assumption, I didn’t avert my gaze, and Hwa Nabi leaned her upper body forward.

Then, as if quite accustomed to this, she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and embraced me.

“Mmm… Siwoo.”

The way she calls my name desperately with her cheeks flushed red is adorable, like a baby bird looking for its mother. Moved by the sight, I hugged her back and gently kissed her.

“Hmm… mm, hmm, mmm….”

Every time a sensual moan escapes Hwa Nabi’s lips, her warm breath tickles my face. It’s subtly ticklish, making me smile without realizing it.

“…Why are you laughing?”

Curious about why I laughed in the middle of our kiss, Hwa Nabi slightly pulled her lips away and asked me. I reached out to gently stroke the back of her head as I spoke.

“Just because I’m happy.”

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem like ‘just’ anything…”

Even in this situation, she squints her eyes and asks pointedly. If I were honest, it might be embarrassing for both of us, and she might become self-conscious during future kisses, so I decided to brush it off. With that decision made, I more actively intertwined my tongue with hers.

As I tasted her incredibly soft tongue while our lips remained connected, our bodies naturally pressed together. Her chest pressed against mine—elastic yet soft.

One might normally pull back when connected like this to avoid the pressure, but Hwa Nabi pushed against me even more aggressively. As if wanting me to enjoy the sensation of her chest against mine, she caressed my nape and the back of my head while letting out excited moans.

“Mmm… haa, hmm…”

Then, as if kissing wasn’t enough, she moved her hand from my neck to my chest. Her fingers twitched slightly, exploring my chest and collarbone.

So I touched Hwa Nabi too. I lowered my arm from around her waist and patted her bottom. Taking this as some kind of signal, she responded by slightly pushing her hips forward.

“Why are you pulling back?”

“So it’s easier for you to touch me…?”

Seeing her do this without being asked, I must have touched her bottom quite often.

I moved my hands instinctively rather than intentionally, but now I couldn’t help but touch her. I placed my palm on Hwa Nabi’s bottom, which seemed to be asking to be touched as it swayed slightly, and gripped it firmly.

“Ahh… mmm, hnn…”

“Ticklish?”

“Mmm, a little.”

I’m not sure if I should say this, but to put it bluntly, Hwa Nabi’s bottom is firm and plump, making it very pleasant to touch. Is it because she exercises? It feels different from her soft, tender chest.

“I’ll be careful.”

While we were lost in our passionate kissing, the movie had reached its climax. The protagonist, having completed all missions and dismantled the secret organization behind the incident, was confirming his love with the female lead under the sunset.

I unconsciously glanced at it for a moment, but Hwa Nabi noticed with uncanny perception and confronted me.

“Are you looking at another woman?”

“She’s not a woman, she’s an actress.”

“A woman is a woman.”

Biologically speaking, she is a woman. But you’re not supposed to think of movie characters as real women. I was about to respond when Hwa Nabi grabbed both my cheeks and looked straight at me.

“Look only at me right now.”

Her voice was quiet but firm—a statement conveying her unwillingness to allow any other woman, even on screen, to have my attention.

Arguing would only ruin the mood. I gently stroked her smooth hair to show I understood. But Hwa Nabi seemed unsatisfied with my response and suddenly climbed onto my thighs.

“Answer me.”

“What answer?”

I knew what she wanted to hear, but I feigned ignorance and responded nonchalantly. Hwa Nabi fixed her gaze on my eyes without moving.

Behind us, the ending credits were rolling on the TV screen, and a solemn background music signaled the end of the movie, but Hwa Nabi paid no attention to it.

“Siwoo, do you love me?”

If I didn’t love her, I wouldn’t be looking into her eyes like this. But explaining that in words would just sound contrived.

So I showed her with actions instead of words. I reached out to firmly wrap my arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape, then leaned in close and stole a kiss.

Then, looking at the slightly surprised Hwa Nabi from up close, I slowly blinked my eyes in an eye kiss.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes. I trust you…”

With relaxed lips and gently curved eyes, Hwa Nabi embraced me back. Then, as if her body was heating up, she began to rub against my thighs even while kissing me.

This is… a slightly dangerous signal. Realizing this, I patted Hwa Nabi’s back to indicate we should take a break. My tongue was tingling from kissing for so long, and the movie had ended, so I had an excuse.

“Hmm… haa, why?”

“The movie’s over. Let’s watch something else.”

I thought she would understand, but Hwa Nabi shook her head in refusal.

…I’m not oblivious, so I know why Hwa Nabi is looking at me with those suggestive eyes. The meaning in that gaze is probably, “Are you going to take responsibility after getting me like this?”

Yes, I understand… but if we start that kind of thing now, it would disrupt the plans I had in mind.

Today is a leisurely day, so I wanted to watch a few movies, go out for a meal together, take her somewhere nice, and enjoy a relaxed date while sightseeing.

“Don’t you want to watch a movie?”

“I just want to stay like this… do you dislike it?”

“That’s not it…”

How could I dislike my girlfriend cuddling up to me affectionately? I just feel it’s a shame to spend our rare day off doing something we could do anytime.

I wish she could understand my feelings a bit, but it’s hard to express. I carefully chose my words while gently stroking the back of Hwa Nabi’s head. The smooth, glossy texture of her hair felt nice against my fingertips.

“Let’s go out on a date today, okay?”

I whispered softly in her ear, as if coaxing her. She still seemed a bit sulky, so I gently kissed her forehead to convey that she should listen to me today.

Hwa Nabi gently rubbed the spot where my lips had touched, then let out a reluctant sigh.

“…Alright.”

“Yes, good. I’ll buy you something delicious.”

Hwa Nabi finally detached herself from me and straightened her upper body. Though physically separated, her gaze remained fixed on my chest and waist, clearly showing her disappointment, but I pretended not to notice.

“I’ll go get ready…”

Muttering as if she were dying, Hwa Nabi trudged away. Watching her retreating figure, I let out a sigh of relief. At least I’ve successfully managed my energy reserves.

As I was secretly rubbing my chest and about to get up, my phone on the bedroom drawer vibrated with a buzz.

Coincidentally, Hwa Nabi was passing by it, and her gaze naturally fell on the phone screen.

At that moment, Hwa Nabi’s movement abruptly stopped.

“Siwoo.”

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll check it. You go change clothes…”

“…Who is this?”

What is she talking about? Unable to understand, I didn’t answer right away. Meanwhile, Hwa Nabi quickly snatched my phone and walked back to me three times faster than she had been leaving, showing me the screen.

[Oppa, are you free today?]

“Huh?”

What is this, asking if I’m free today? I was shocked by this unexpected type of message. The sender is only shown as a number, so it’s not someone I know.

Is it spam? I was trying to analyze why such a message would come to me when Hwa Nabi pulled her hand back.

“What is this? Who is this?”

“I don’t know either…”

This might be a sad confession, but I don’t have any female connections who would call me “oppa.” The only times I’ve been called “oppa” were by Hwa Nabi, who’s the same age as me, and her younger sister Narin.

Based on that experience, I answered honestly, but Hwa Nabi didn’t seem to believe me.

“Does that make sense? Why would someone you don’t know call you ‘oppa’? And asking if you have time—anyone can see this is a date request!”

“The idea that a man and woman going out together is automatically a date is a bit outdated in today’s society…”

I tried to lighten the mood with a joke since she looked so serious, but Hwa Nabi approached me with a stern expression. Then she placed her hand next to my head as I sat on the sofa, slowly looking down at me…

“Are you playing games with me right now?”

The sincerity in her eyes suggested this wasn’t just casual talk. I tried to lean back to retreat.

But I was on the sofa. There was no way I could escape.

“…You know I’m joking, right? It really is someone I don’t know. And you know I don’t have many close friends?”

I tried to salvage the situation with excuses. But Hwa Nabi completely ignored my explanations and said:

“Hey.”

“…Huh?”

I doubted my ears for a moment. It was shocking to hear Hwa Nabi address me as “hey.” She who had always used semi-formal speech was suddenly speaking informally to me for the first time.

Since we’re the same age, this is actually more natural, but the change in speech pattern made her seem like a different person. While I was frozen in shock, unable to respond, I heard something even more shocking.

“Take it off.”