Ch.149149. It Really Doesn’t Exist

“……Massage?”

Hwa Nabi mutters suspiciously as she looks me up and down. It’s clearly a gaze that implies, “What are you trying to do with that excuse?”

Pretending not to notice her look, I respond as nonchalantly as possible.

“Yeah, massage.”

“You know how to give massages, Siwoo?”

“Don’t you remember? You know, I gave you one when we went to Japan not too long ago.”

“Well, yes, but that was just an exc—”

Hwa Nabi suddenly closes her mouth mid-sentence. Her lips twitch as if she wants to say something, but she seems to be holding back forcibly.

I shrug my shoulders, encouraging her to continue, but she keeps restraining herself. She could just say what she wants to say and feel better. I laugh softly because her hesitation is somewhat cute.

“Why are you laughing?”

She doesn’t even realize how she appears, but she’s cute when she glares at me with that “Are you laughing at me?” look.

I kiss her sharp-tongued cheek. I can see the right cheek where my lips touched turning bright red.

“…Uh.”

See? Despite everything we’ve done together, she still blushes at a kiss on the cheek. How could I not tease her? I can’t help but chuckle quietly. Hwa Nabi sighs deeply and shifts her hips slightly to the side.

“Where are you trying to go now?”

“I’m not trying to go anywhere, so could you let go? I won’t run away even if you don’t hold me like this.”

“Then what are you trying to do?”

“I want to take off my robe. The fabric is caught under my butt, and it’s uncomfortable to take it off while sitting.”

Why would she suddenly want to take off her shower robe? Perhaps noticing my bewilderment, Hwa Nabi smirks and taps my thigh.

“You said you’d give me a massage, right? It would be uncomfortable over clothes.”

Well, I wouldn’t mind if she kept her clothes on.

“…That’s true.”

Suppressing the cry of my conscience, I nod heavily. As I release my arms from around her waist, she absently touches where my arms had been and moves away on her knees.

After escaping from the bed, she stands in front of me and slowly unties the belt of her shower robe. In an instant, she loosens the belt and slips her index finger into the opening front.

Before she can pull it open, I quickly speak up.

“Wait, are you going to undress here?”

“Yes, why?”

She asks so innocently, as if there’s no problem, that for a moment I thought I was the one who was wrong.

“You are wearing something else under the robe, right?”

“I’m not an idiot. Who wears clothes under a shower robe?”

So she’s in her underwear then. When I silently question with my eyes, she laughs as if I’m ridiculous. Then she looks at me with a very meaningful gaze.

“Who knows? I might not be wearing anything.”

“You mean there’s nothing underneath…?”

“That’s a possibility. But why are you surprised by something like that? You’ve seen plenty already.”

“Well, that’s…”

It’s true, but I couldn’t help feeling tense. And for good reason—her figure is more than just decent. With summer approaching, I’m already dreading taking her to the beach. This won’t do. I can’t let other men see Hwa Nabi, so I’ll have to take her to a private beach this August.

As these unnecessary thoughts kept connecting one after another, Hwa Nabi finally carefully opened the front of her shower robe.

With a pleasant rustling sound, the shower robe slid down below her shoulders. Watching quietly, I swallowed hard.

What Hwa Nabi was wearing underneath was black underwear. But not the ordinary kind—it was the erotic type made only of strings and mesh. The mesh coverage was minimal, revealing her upper chest, lower abdomen, and thighs.

“……”

So that’s why she was hiding under the shower robe. Although it exposes less than the bikini she wore before, the visible skin combined with the black strings crossing her body somehow makes it seem more revealing.

Gulping, I looked more carefully. It wasn’t just black mesh underwear; some kind of string was wrapped around her smooth thighs.

It’s not a garter belt since it’s not connected to her waist. What is that? While I was staring, half-entranced, I heard someone clearing their throat.

“It’s a garter ring.”

“Huh? What is?”

“The thing on my thigh. It’s called a garter ring.”

I’m not sure if “putting it on” is the right expression, but let’s move on. Her thighs were already smooth and beautiful, but adding that decoration makes them look even more seductive.

While I was mesmerized by the contrast between her white thighs and the pitch-black garter rings, Hwa Nabi slowly walked toward me.

“You’re going to drool at this rate.”

“Uh, what?”

“If you keep your mouth open like that, your jaw will dislocate.”

Hwa Nabi’s voice is higher as she scolds me. Her voice usually goes up when she’s in a good mood, so does that mean she’s feeling good right now?

As I tried to figure this out with my barely functioning brain, I suddenly stopped. Hwa Nabi sat at the edge of the bed and gazed at me intently.

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

“…What should I say?”

“Never mind if you don’t.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

With you wearing that kind of underwear, I have a lot I want to say. But I’m not sure if I should actually say it.

Seeming to notice what I was hesitating to say, Hwa Nabi looked me over with half-lidded eyes.

“What? Is it something you can’t say to me?”

“It’s not that bad…”

Yes, it is.

“Then why can’t you say it? Tell me. I’m curious.”

Her emerald eyes stared straight at me, conveying her determination to keep asking until I gave an honest answer.

It seems pointless to beat around the bush. I should just say it. But I should avoid being too explicit.

I spoke with moderate honesty and appropriate packaging.

“Um, your chest seems to have gotten bigger.”

“That’s because you’re always fondling them.”

“…Hey.”

I do touch them often, but not every day.

…Or do I? No, surely there must have been at least one day when I didn’t touch them without realizing it. As I was seriously trying to think about this, Hwa Nabi suddenly approached and thrust her face close to mine.

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

“Well, there’s more…”

If I open my mouth now, I might say something more extreme. Is it appropriate to say such things to her face? It might cross the line from honesty to sexual harassment.

As I hesitated, Hwa Nabi’s expression became slightly pouty, as if my indecision frustrated her.

“What is it? I wore this for your viewing pleasure, and all you can say is that my chest got bigger?”

If I hesitate any longer, she’ll really be disappointed. I grabbed Hwa Nabi’s wrist as she was about to pull back and carefully opened my mouth.

“You’re really beautiful, truly. And…”

“……”

“…extremely sexy.”

I was going to stop at saying she was beautiful, but her expectant gaze made me add more. Hwa Nabi stared at me for a moment, then smiled faintly and said:

“Pervert.”

“You asked me to say it…?”

“Even so, how could you say I’m sexy? There are plenty of other things you could say.”

Even calling her sexy was already a euphemism, but I kept my more honest thoughts to myself since they would only dig my own grave.

“Anyway. So, Siwoo, who was drooling over my sexy underwear?”

“I wasn’t drooling…”

I almost was. As I was about to add that, Hwa Nabi approached without warning. Then she plopped down on my thighs, straddling me like riding a horse.

“When are you going to give me that massage?”

She presses down on my shoulders with her hands, looking down at me through narrowed eyes, which is subtly alluring. I wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her from losing balance.

“You want a massage in this position?”

Even a massage god would find this impossible. As I tickled her waist gently while asking, she giggled. Hwa Nabi, who had been sitting upright on my thighs, bent her knees to match my eye level.

Since Hwa Nabi and I have a height difference, our sitting heights differ too. But with her straddling my thighs like this, our eye levels match perfectly.

“How about this? Doesn’t this seem more comfortable?”

“It is comfortable, but are you really asking about the massage?”

It doesn’t seem like that’s what she’s asking about at all. Hwa Nabi didn’t answer. I also silently looked at her. Naturally, our gazes met.

Then, without either of us initiating it, we simultaneously brought our faces closer and connected our lips. Hwa Nabi wrapped her arms around my neck, and I embraced her waist. As our lips remained pressed together, our breaths naturally became rougher.

“Mmm… haa, hmm…”

Hwa Nabi’s lips are always sweet no matter when I taste them. As I reciprocated her tongue and tried to be more aggressive, she suddenly pulled her lips away.

She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand and murmured with a coy expression.

“Wait a moment. It’s not time for this yet.”

“…?”

Not understanding what she meant, I brought my face closer. And just as I was about to steal a kiss.

“You said you’d give me a massage.”

I couldn’t. Hwa Nabi firmly pressed my shoulders to stop me. The fire’s already been lit, and I don’t understand what she’s saying.

After setting my heart ablaze, she continues to look down at me and adds:

“Did you change your mind already? Don’t you want to do it?”

“……”

The strange smile at the corner of her lips makes it clear that she knows I’m desperate but is doing this anyway. This is clearly a strategy to make me yearn. I understand the intention, but I don’t know why she’s doing this. Could it be that she was upset that I didn’t answer right away earlier?

It would be convenient if I could read her mind. It’s really unfortunate that I can’t. I swallowed hard and responded to Hwa Nabi.

“…Alright, fine.”