Ch.139139. What to Do After Taking Off Your Clothes?

In a house where only the two of us live, my girlfriend with crazed eyes tells me to take off my clothes. If you just list those words, it would sound like an incredibly suggestive situation, but the reality is quite the opposite.

“Huff.”

With eyes full of anger and cheeks flushed with excitement, Hwa Nabi, who was clearly expressing “I’m angry!” with her whole body, plopped down on the sofa. Then she lifted her right leg and crossed it seductively, revealing her smooth thighs and calves.

“……”

It’s definitely getting warmer since it’s May. No, has it really warmed up? It’s beyond warm—it’s hot during the day. Is that why her clothes are so short? Even if she’s only with me, I wish she’d be more careful about wearing such short clothes.

…This isn’t the time for such idle thoughts. While Hwa Nabi is only showing her arms, legs, and shoulders, I’m completely shirtless.

Of course, I didn’t take it off because I was hot. Hwa Nabi glared at me and told me to take it off, so I had no choice.

“Do I really have to be like this with my shirt off?”

It’s not cold, but it’s quite embarrassing. It’s not like I’m showing off my body, but being shirtless inside the house? Feeling awkward, I put my right hand on my opposite shoulder, and Hwa Nabi glares at me.

“Ah, okay. I got it.”

At least I’m still wearing pants, so that’s fortunate. Swallowing a sigh, I glanced at our reflection in the living room window.

I’m standing in the middle of the living room with my upper body bare, and in front of me, Hwa Nabi sits with her arms folded under her chest, legs crossed.

If anyone were to see us like this, we’d definitely be labeled as a pervert couple. It’s a relief that we’re on a high floor with no chance of being peeped at.

“Is that all you have to say?”

While I was awkwardly shifting my body, Hwa Nabi, who had been watching quietly, spoke up. Looking at me with haughty eyes as if daring me to make excuses, she resembles some kind of queen.

As I was silently appreciating that thought, her furrowing brow indicated something wasn’t right. Sensing that she might misunderstand if I stayed quiet, I quickly spoke up.

“I told you. It’s all a misunderstanding.”

“…And you expect me to believe that?”

To that, I truly had no answer. It’s definitely hard to believe. After all, a message saying “Oppa, are you free today?”—which anyone would see as flirtatious—had arrived on her boyfriend’s phone. I’d probably be suspicious too if I were her.

But it really isn’t what it seems. The number of women I know besides Hwa Nabi is practically zero, and I have absolutely no intention of cheating on her. I’d rather end my own life than do that.

“Well, I understand why you’d think that… but it’s really not what it seems.”

Though that’s how I felt, expressing it was no easy task. It would be easier if I could just turn myself inside out to show her. Unfortunately, neither Hwa Nabi nor I have such a convenient method.

So all I could do was use conventional words. I took a step forward. Then, slightly kneeling to match her eye level, I looked straight at her and spoke softly.

“What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s just my guess, but I don’t think Hwa Nabi is genuinely angry. Since this is a first for both of us, we’re both probably just confused, which led to this absurd situation.

It’s a misunderstanding, and while I didn’t create it, a misunderstanding is still a misunderstanding. If it’s there, it should be corrected before things get worse.

“…Really, it’s not true?”

Glancing briefly, Hwa Nabi’s gaze brushed past my chest. Seeing that she was interested despite pretending not to be, I moved a bit closer so she could look all she wanted.

“No, it’s not. I don’t even have the number saved, and I don’t know the name or face.”

“Then why did that person ask if you had time?”

“Well, I don’t know either.”

If it were someone I knew sending a message, I might think they were interested in me, but it’s not even that.

The person asking if I had time is, as I just said, someone I’ve never even exchanged names with. I’m more curious about why they sent me such a message.

“Then… can you call them in front of me now?”

“Call? I can, but what for?”

“You said you don’t know them. Let’s call and hear the whole story, and if what you say is true…”

“If it’s true?”

“…I-I’ll think about it then. Let’s make the call first.”

“Okay, got it.”

If we can clear up the misunderstanding with just one phone call, that’s a cheap price to pay. I picked up my phone to make the call. But then, Hwa Nabi grabbed my wrist.

“Ah, wait a moment. Please make the call from my phone.”

“Huh, why?”

“So I can record it. Your phone doesn’t have call recording, right?”

“Ah, is that so…?”

She’s planning to record it to leave no room for doubt. I have nothing to hide, but I wonder if this is really necessary. What will she do to make up for this if it turns out to be a misunderstanding?

“Alright, let’s do it.”

-Ring, ring. After waiting for a while, the call finally connected. As soon as I heard movement on the other end, I switched to speakerphone and delivered my prepared line.

“Hello. Are you the owner of this number?”

The person on the other end didn’t answer immediately. One second, two seconds, three seconds. During those three seconds that felt like three years, Hwa Nabi and I looked at each other with tense faces.

‘They’re not answering?’

‘Wait a bit.’

“Hello? Did I call the wrong—”

[…Yes, who is this?]

Just as I was about to ask again, a female voice that sounded like she had just woken up came through. But the voice was very high-pitched. It sounded more like a young girl than an adult woman.

“Ah, are you the owner of this number? I called to ask you something.”

[Yes… what is it?]

“Did you send a text message to another number a little while ago? You know, asking if they had time.”

[Oh, that message?]

“Yes, what did you mean by—”

[I sent it by mistake.]

“…What?”

I was so nervous asking that I licked my dry lips, only to receive an unexpected answer. Hwa Nabi, who was listening through the speakerphone, also looked at me with surprise.

“Y-you sent it by mistake?”

[Yes. I meant to send it to my 5th-grade oppa, but I entered the wrong number. Since it was a mistake, you can delete it.]

I think I just heard something strange. Did she say 5th-grade oppa? She’s probably not an elementary school student, so maybe a medical student? That would further confirm she has no connection to me. To drive the point home, I asked again.

“I see. If you don’t mind me asking, which school do you attend…?”

[Saeram Elementary School.]

“…Where?”

[Saeram Elementary School. Why?]

Her voice sounded particularly young, and I had my suspicions, but she really is an elementary school student. The tension in my facial muscles finally relaxed.

“Ah, I see. No, have a nice day.”

Since the other person was an elementary school student, I felt I should be polite, so I ended the call respectfully.

-Ring.

“Here’s your phone.”

The situation is a bit funny, but it’s resolved now. After ending the call, I handed the phone back, and Hwa Nabi took it with a sullen expression.

“Ah, yes.”

Then she glanced at me, checking my reaction. She was acting like she was going to eat me alive earlier, but now that the misunderstanding is cleared, she looks kind of cute. However, I definitely want a proper apology.

I sat down next to Hwa Nabi with a confident expression. Then, leisurely looking at her profile, I spoke up.

“Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“Uh, well. That…”

The words “I’m sorry for misunderstanding” seem difficult for her to say, as her pink lips keep moving without producing words.

Then suddenly, with a determined look, she stared at me intently and said:

“D-do you want to touch my chest…?”

Hwa Nabi mumbled in a shrinking voice and bowed her head. She seems embarrassed by her own words.

Her neck and cheeks are as red as a ripe persimmon from the heat. Looking at Hwa Nabi’s lips as she mumbled cutely, I thought:

What does she take me for? Men may have simple thought processes, but we’re not fools who forgive everything just for the chance to touch a chest.

Also, if I let this slide once, won’t she offer the same thing next time a similar situation arises? For the sake of preventing recurrence, I needed to say something stern.

“Well…”

I slowly opened my mouth, determined.

I was planning to ask, ‘Next time, don’t get angry without talking first. Isn’t it better to understand the situation before getting angry?’ I’d lecture her a bit and then make her promise not to do it again.

But at that moment, the dejected-looking Hwa Nabi gently placed her hands over her chest.

She probably didn’t know where else to put her hands and unconsciously placed them on her chest. This caused her upper chest to be pressed by her fingers, creating a soft indentation in what looked like supple flesh.

“Um, well…”

Faced with an incredible sight that most women couldn’t even imitate, I gulped.

So when the bust is large, the flesh gets pressed like that. I’m learning something good today.

…Hmm, that’s not right. For a moment, I was almost enchanted by Hwa Nabi’s chest. I clenched and unclenched my palm, trying to recall what I needed to say.

So first, before getting angry, we should talk together.

Bounce.

“……”

“Um, Siwoo. I’m really sorry…”

“I’ll touch it.”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

“I said I’ll touch your chest.”

By the time I came to my senses, I had already said something completely different from what I had resolved. Muttering my inner thoughts, I slid my hips sideways to get right next to her, my eyes half-rolled back.

Since Hwa Nabi told me to touch it, I can touch it as much as I want, right? Without exaggeration, I was determined to touch it until my handprints remained on her skin.

As if sensing my intentions, Hwa Nabi was startled and backed away.

“W-wait a minute. Siwoo? Aren’t you angry… Eek! Ahh, w-where are you touching…!”

“…Come here.”