Ch.172172. A Man’s Romance

When I couldn’t answer quickly, Hwa Nabi’s finger that was touching my chest slowly moved downward.

“Why aren’t you answering? Don’t want me to wear it?”

“Well…”

The fact that I can’t say no, that she doesn’t need to do this, proves I really am an idiot. Saliva keeps pooling in my mouth.

A sleeveless shirt with a short skirt, and she’s even going to wear a choker—how could anyone refuse that outright? Unless there’s something wrong with you, that would be stranger.

While I was rationalizing to myself, it came to mind naturally, regardless of my will. The image of Hwa Nabi dressed exactly like the actress in the video.

Since Hwa Nabi has a large chest, it would definitely feel more provocative. Come to think of it, it was like that back then too. Her chest was so big that the buttons wouldn’t stay fastened, so she sat there with everything unbuttoned.

Just imagining it makes my Adam’s apple bob unconsciously. The doctor told me that doing it too much could be harmful, so I should exercise restraint.

Despite that warning, I end up like this at the most random times. I really am a person lacking self-control. It’s only this way now because she’s pregnant. I don’t know what would have happened otherwise.

“Seeing as you’re not answering, I guess you don’t need it? Alright. I won’t wear it.”

“W-wait. I never said I didn’t like it.”

“So, you do like it?”

“If I had to choose between like and dislike, I suppose ‘like’ would be more accurate…”

“If you don’t tell me clearly, I won’t wear it. Do you like it or not?”

“…I like it.”

In my urgency, I blurted out an answer like a child. What am I doing? My cheeks instantly flushed hot, and I turned my gaze away. Hwa Nabi stared at me for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Good. You answered well.”

Being praised for something like this isn’t pleasing at all. While I was grumbling to myself, Hwa Nabi withdrew her finger. Then, click, she closed the video that had been playing smoothly.

“Hey, why did you close it?”

“Do you want to watch more? Shall we watch together?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

I didn’t mean we should finish watching it; I meant whether this was okay. She said she was looking up videos to figure out my preferences. But Hwa Nabi closed it after just seeing the introduction. Can you determine someone’s preferences in less than five minutes?

I had a lot I wanted to say, but it was a bit awkward to bring it up. How should I explain this? No matter how I phrase it, it would sound like I’m asking why she didn’t watch more of that kind of video.

While I hesitated due to my internal conflict, Hwa Nabi moved her right hand. Click, the next video that played was the second file. This one had a similar flow to the first video.

Only the faces of the male and female actors had changed; the clothing, background, and even the concept of a female student seducing a male teacher were identical.

“Hmm…”

It would be better if she said something, but Hwa Nabi was analyzing the video with a rare serious expression.

“This seems to have a similar concept to the first video.”

“Umm, yes…”

At a loss for words, I just agreed. Hwa Nabi glanced at me with half-lidded eyes, then played the next video.

After the familiar introduction passed, this video also flowed with a similar plot to the previous ones. A female student in a sleeveless top and short skirt, and the subtle tension between her and the male teacher who’s tutoring her… that kind of thing.

“So you like this kind of thing.”

That was Hwa Nabi’s overall assessment after studying three videos. It was a straightforward comment that hit the mark, leaving me with no way to refute it.

One might be a coincidence, but all three videos had a similar concept… There’s no use denying it, right? It’s pointless to make excuses when I’ve been completely exposed.

But I still feel some resistance to simply admitting it. Nodding would be easy, but doing so would make me a person with truly maniacal fetishes. Sleeveless shirts, armpits, female students… a lineup that leaves me defenseless if called a pervert.

“How did you hold back then?”

“Hold back what?”

“Before, about a month ago? I wore something similar to this. If you like it this much, how did you manage to hold back then?”

“…”

I didn’t hold back. That’s why I couldn’t control myself and ended up doing that kind of thing, almost pouncing on her. It seemed Hwa Nabi didn’t remember.

“Or maybe you couldn’t hold back then either?”

“…Anyway, that’s not the important thing. Have you figured out my preferences now?”

Answering would just be shooting myself in the foot. I spoke with a deliberately bright voice to change the subject. I was a bit worried it might sound awkward, but surprisingly, Hwa Nabi nodded readily.

“It’s a bit disappointing, but I think I understand well enough. I don’t need to watch any more.”

“Yeah, thanks…”

I’m not sure if this is something I should be thankful for. Or should I be grateful it ended here? At least she didn’t check the depths of [4.avi], [5.avi] and beyond…

Still, I feel relieved. Though I didn’t do anything in particular, I feel mentally and physically exhausted. I stepped back as I watched Hwa Nabi press the computer’s shutdown button. Just as I was sighing with relief, she spoke to me.

“By the way, Siwoo. You don’t have any urgent matters right now, do you?”

“No, nothing in particular.”

I do have some assignments left, but they’re not urgent and can be done at a leisurely pace. When I nodded, Hwa Nabi picked up a shopping bag.

“Then, please wait in the room for a moment.”

“I don’t mind, but what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to change clothes.”

“Clothes? If it’s that, you can do it here.”

The words slipped out. Asking her to change clothes in front of me—even for a soon-to-be-married couple, there are boundaries to respect. It might have sounded a bit rude.

Realizing my mistake, I tried to take it back, but she clutched the shopping bag tightly and smiled quietly.

“Do you want to watch me change?”

“No, that’s not exactly what I meant…”

“If that’s your preference, I could do it.”

While I do have some unusual preferences, they don’t go that far. I seriously shook my head from side to side.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Alright, then turn around.”

“…I told you it’s not like that.”

“Who said anything? I’m just asking you to turn around.”

Despite my serious insistence that it wasn’t that kind of preference, she kept telling me to turn around, so I obediently did so. I wonder what she’s planning to do that requires me to turn around. I have some idea, but it seems unlikely.

As I waited, suppressing my strangely pounding heart, sure enough, I heard the rustling sound of clothes being removed from behind me.

“Don’t turn around until I say it’s okay, alright?”

What would happen if I turned around now? The impulse to look right away conflicts with the reason that says I shouldn’t because Hwa Nabi told me not to. But the weight in my heart keeps tipping toward impulse.

At this point, isn’t she indirectly asking me to look? Why am I holding back when the meal is served and I just need to pick up the spoon? Such thoughts seem to echo in my mind.

…Am I really a person with no self-control? Well, if I had any, I wouldn’t have gotten my girlfriend pregnant despite her having contraceptive procedures. My sperm must take after me in lacking self-restraint.

“Siwoo.”

“Oh, yes?”

Hwa Nabi’s voice brought me back to reality. But her voice sounded closer. As if she was right behind me.

Just as I thought it must be my imagination.

“Eep!”

With a cute exclamation, I felt something soft against my back. Not stopping there, a white arm shot out and wrapped around my waist.

“…What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

I’m asking because I don’t know. I was about to retort when I suddenly paused. I unconsciously looked down and saw a short skirt. Until just now, she had been wearing a floral dress… I don’t know when she changed into a skirt that exposed her thighs so clearly.

“Oh, you can turn around now.”

If she’s stuck to my back, there’s no point in turning around, is there? Smiling wryly, I turned my body, and Hwa Nabi, clinging like a cicada, spun with me.

“What are you doing?”

“Hmm, showing affection?”

She always chooses the cutest things to say. Hearing her laugh from behind me feels strange. I reached my arm back and gently tickled her side.

“Huh…! Mmm, I told you not to touch there.”

“If you let go, I won’t touch you.”

“No, I want to stay attached a little longer.”

“Then I’ll have to keep touching you.”

After playing around like we were teasing each other, Hwa Nabi, who tired first, detached from my back. Only then did I properly see her outfit.

I knew her bottom was a short skirt, but why is her top like that? And when did she let her hair down? Surprised by the unexpected sight, I swallowed hard.

Hwa Nabi’s outfit consists of a sleeveless shirt and a short skirt. But not the ordinary type—the shirt has all its buttons undone, and the skirt rises well above her knees.

“…”

This is what she meant by changing clothes? I thought it would be comfortable home wear, not something this revealing.

As I stand here looking at her, the image of the actress from the video we just watched overlaps with Hwa Nabi. No, it’s not just overlapping—Hwa Nabi looks even prettier.

“Why are you silent? Do you like it too much?”

Of course I like it too much, but I can’t speak because I don’t know how to express my feelings right now.

As I’m just licking my lips, Hwa Nabi takes a step closer to me.

“Siwoo, do you know what?”

“…What?”

“Your father and uncle should be out by now. They said they had urgent business. And also.”

“Also?”

“Your mother and sister-in-law went shopping. Your mother asked me to come along, but I firmly refused. It was really difficult to turn her down.”

She refused that? Why?

Before I could ask, Hwa Nabi’s lips parted again.

“Now, here’s a question.”

“…”

“How many people are left in this house right now, in total?”