Ch.154154. Actually Did It When Asked

To be honest, my words were half bravado. It’s human psychology to falter when actually given the opportunity, and anyone would feel pressured in this one-on-one situation.

So my plan was to tell her to touch me first, and when she hesitated shyly, I’d tease her about it.

“Then, I’ll touch you properly.”

I didn’t expect her to place her hand on me without any hesitation. I must have underestimated her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No, it’s nothing… just…”

She’s bolder than I thought.

“You told me to touch you, Han Siwoo? What, are you trying to pretend this never happened?”

“Who said anything? Don’t worry and touch all you want.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Even as I responded, I was honestly a bit surprised. Hwa Nabi, you’ve become more daring. I remember when you were an innocent girl who would blush just from me bringing my face close.

When exactly did she become a lady who could remain so calm with her hands on my body? I can’t recall when that happened—

“…Ah, hey. Where are you touching?”

My upper body reflexively bent forward. It was because Hwa Nabi’s finger had traced the lines between my abs. I might not be sensitive elsewhere, but that spot is quite sensitive.

“Well, well. You told me to touch you, but now you’re bending away.”

“I said touch my body, not trace it with your finger.”

“What’s the difference between tracing and touching? They’re the same thing.”

“How are they the same? They’re completely different.”

Touching is tapping or kneading, while tracing is running your finger along something. I don’t know if I’m unusual, but I can handle the former, but the latter makes me too ticklish.

It’s not exactly ticklish, but it creates a strange feeling. I can’t explain it well, but anyway, when Hwa Nabi touches my abdomen, it sends shivers down my neck.

“I don’t see the difference.”

“What, should I show you?”

“Yes. I don’t understand, so show me.”

“Fine, I will.”

Rather than explaining it repeatedly, showing her directly would be faster. With that thought, I abruptly sat up.

Then I grabbed Hwa Nabi’s arm and waist, pulled her toward me, and flopped down on the bed.

“What are you trying to do so early in the morning?”

“What do you think? I’m showing you the difference between tracing and touching.”

“Hmm, I see. I thought…”

“Thought what?”

“When you said you’d show me, I thought you meant something else.”

“What do you mean by ‘something else’?”

“You know, the stuff they show in movies that kids aren’t allowed to watch.”

“…What are you talking about?”

The saying that provocative videos create distorted knowledge about sex must be true. What kind of movies did she watch while I was gone to imagine such things? I was about to ask but decided against it, not wanting to make things awkward.

“What, you really didn’t mean that? If not that, why did you pull me into your arms?”

“Does hugging always have to lead to that? Is that why you’re meeting me?”

“Not exactly… but isn’t that a gender-reversed question?”

I just said whatever came to mind, and Hwa Nabi looked bewildered. Taking advantage of her confusion, I reached out my right hand. I placed my index finger on her abdomen and traced her skin lightly as she had done to me, making her flinch.

“…Eek! W-what are you doing?”

Seeing the goosebumps on her arm, she seemed genuinely surprised, which made me laugh as it was the reaction I’d expected.

“See? Ticklish, right? That’s tracing.”

“Then what’s touching?”

I stopped tracing and placed my palm on her slender waist. Then I gently grasped it like holding an object and rubbed it slightly.

“This is touching.”

“That seems more like kneading than touching.”

“Same thing.”

“A-anyway. How long are you going to keep kneading?”

“Why? Don’t you like me touching you?”

“Yes. My sides are… sensitive.”

“Oh, really…?”

She seemed sincere, so I awkwardly withdrew my hand. Was she that uncomfortable with me touching her sides? I’ll have to be careful when touching her in the future.

“Um, just so you don’t misunderstand, everywhere else is fine except my sides.”

“How far is ‘fine’?”

I asked, thinking I should find out while I had the chance. Hwa Nabi seemed to consider her answer for a moment, then tapped her chest area with her finger.

“Even my chest is fine, just be careful with my sides.”

“Your chest is okay but your sides aren’t?”

“Touching my chest is much better. Weight gain doesn’t show as much there, or rather, they just get bigger when I gain weight.”

“So you’re saying your sides are off-limits.”

“Yes, that’s where weight gain shows first. And lately, I think I’ve gained some weight…”

“Hmm, really? You look fine to me.”

I’m not just saying that—she really does look good. Her skin visible through the mesh is firm without any excess fat. If anything, I should be worried about something else.

Her waist is slender while her chest and hips are large. It looks very appealing, but it could potentially cause physical balance issues…

“…Really? You think I look fine?”

I was startled out of my thoughts. Hwa Nabi had moved close without me noticing and was gazing at me intently, blinking slowly. Normally I would have noticed immediately, but I was lost in thought.

“Mmm, yes.”

“…Heh.”

There was a sound like air escaping from a balloon, and then Hwa Nabi hugged my arm and pressed her chest against it. Judging by the smile spreading across her face, she seems pleased.

“Why are you smiling?”

“No reason. Anyway, I can keep touching you, right?”

“Weren’t we done?”

“No, we’re not done yet. I’ve barely touched you at all.”

She seems genuinely intent on touching me, immediately placing her hand on my abdomen. I was about to say something but gave up, interlocking my fingers behind my head. I don’t even know anymore.

“No, it’s fine. Go ahead, touch me.”

It’s not like I’ll wear out from being touched, and she’ll stop on her own eventually. Since I gave her permission, Hwa Nabi moved her hand. She lightly tapped my abs with her index finger while smiling faintly, and when I showed no reaction, she used her whole palm to stroke my entire abdomen.

“…Hmm.”

That’s a bit ticklish. An involuntary strange sound escapes me. Finding it amusing, Hwa Nabi snickers and asks me:

“You’re making weird noises. Is it ticklish?”

“Yes, it’s ticklish.”

“Heh, I see. Then how about this?”

Curious about what she was planning, I waited patiently as she raised her index finger and gently traced between my abs. I felt that strange feeling again and tensed my upper body, while Hwa Nabi quietly observed my reaction and nodded.

“Ah, I see.”

“I told you not to touch there. But what do you mean, ‘I see’?”

“Han Siwoo, is your stomach perhaps an erogenous zone?”

“What? What kind of zone?”

I must have misheard. The question came out of nowhere, so I stupidly asked her to repeat it. Hwa Nabi stared at my abdomen with an utterly serious face and said:

“An erogenous zone. Usually, sensitive areas are often erogenous zones, but they vary greatly from person to person. But with you, I couldn’t find any area with a strong reaction. So I thought you didn’t have one.”

“…And?”

“Seeing your reaction now, I’m certain. Han Siwoo is definitely…”

Hwa Nabi stopped there and looked at me. Then she reached down and gently traced my abdomen with her index finger.

“Your abs, or rather, between them, is definitely your erogenous zone.”

“No. Are you sure you found the right spot?”

“Yes, I guarantee it. This is your spot.”

Certainly, as Hwa Nabi said, when my abdomen is stimulated, it does feel strange. Still, reluctant to admit it so easily, I pressed my lips together and endured, which made her smile at me.

“No wonder I couldn’t find it no matter how much I looked. You had it hidden in such a place, so that’s why I couldn’t find it.”

She doesn’t just stop at words but continues to gently stroke my abdomen. Every time Hwa Nabi moves her fingers, I feel like goosebumps are rising on the back of my neck.

“What do you mean you looked for it?”

“Why, are you curious?”

“No, I don’t particularly want to know.”

“Hmm, why do you look so pouty? Are you upset?”

“I’m not upset…”

I’m not upset, I’m just trying to hold back. I’m furrowing my brow because I’m struggling to control my reactions, but Hwa Nabi seems to have misunderstood.

“You are upset. You’re upset because I’m the only one touching you, right? Here, do you want to touch my chest too?”

Hwa Nabi supported her chest with her arm and leaned her upper body forward. Normally, I would have jumped at such an opportunity, but at this moment, I couldn’t. If I let my guard down, all the reactions I’ve been holding back might come out.

I pressed my lips together and endured. Seeing my weak response, Hwa Nabi apparently decided to try something else and climbed on top of me. She lay down, overlapping her upper body with mine, pressing her chest against mine, and looking at me intently.

“Han Siwoo.”

“What?”

“Shall we kiss?”

Before I could wonder why she suddenly mentioned kissing, Hwa Nabi embraced my neck. Then without any warning, she brought her face close, pressed her lips against mine, and made a strange moan.

“Chu, mmm… Han Siwoo…”

“…Mm.”

“Where’s my spot…?”

In this context, “spot” must refer to her erogenous zone. Based on her reactions and my experience, I’m certain about where Hwa Nabi’s spot is.

I tried to separate our lips to answer. But Hwa Nabi, as if not wanting to part, strongly embraced my neck and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

‘Do I have to say it out loud?’

Though no words were spoken, her eyes made the demand clear. We haven’t done much, but could she already be aroused? I gently stroked Hwa Nabi’s back while glancing at the clock.

It’s too late to call it morning, but a bit early for lunch—an awkward time. If we start “that” now, we’d easily go past lunchtime. And I have a lecture this afternoon.

“…”

Attendance points are quite significant, but what should I do? Should I try to persuade her to continue tonight? While I was conflicted, Hwa Nabi traced my abdomen with her finger.

‘Hey, I told you not to touch there.’

‘You weren’t focusing on me first. What were you looking at?’

‘I was checking the time. I have a lecture this afternoon.’

‘What’s more important, the lecture or me?’

‘Obviously you, but I still need to get attendance points…’

Hwa Nabi cut off our silent conversation by closing her eyes and slipping her tongue into my mouth. As I carefully embraced her tongue with mine, I thought to myself.

Ah, will I be able to go to school today?

“Mmm… haa, so. Han Siwoo…?”

“Yes?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“…”

I don’t think I’ll make it.