Ch.175175. The Body Is Honest

“You said you didn’t like it before.”

“Well… I was just saying that. Don’t you know a woman’s heart?”

“No, I don’t know any woman except you.”

“Really… I can’t even say anything.”

Maybe it’s because her eyes look so soft, but even her pouting seems cute.

“So, you want me to spank you?”

“No… I didn’t say spank, I said pat…”

Seemingly embarrassed to say it herself, Hwa Nabi lowers her head with a flushed face and hesitates. Supporting her waist as she clings tightly to my body, I asked again.

“What’s the difference between patting and spanking?”

“Isn’t there a difference in intensity…?”

So gentle spanking becomes patting? Well, that’s not a difficult request to fulfill.

I kissed Hwa Nabi’s cheek as she made her cute request, then reached out with my right hand and patted her bottom.

“There, is this enough?”

“A-a little harder, please.”

Just a moment ago she told me not to touch her, and now she’s asking me to pat harder. Fine by me. I was holding back because I thought it might hurt if I patted too hard, but now I can put a bit more strength into it.

“Nabi.”

“Um… yes?”

“Look at me.”

“W-why?”

“Quickly.”

The moment Hwa Nabi hesitantly raised her head, I stole her lips without warning. And simultaneously, I used my right hand to pat her bottom with a bit more force.

“Huh, mmm…”

With a sensual sigh, Hwa Nabi’s lips parted slightly. I slipped my tongue between them, and as I kneaded and patted her bottom, she pushed her hips back to present her bottom. This probably means she wants me to knead it more.

I reached out as she wished. I placed my open palm on her plump, attractive bottom, grabbed it fully and kneaded it hard.

“Really, don’t you like butts too much…?”

“It’s just the perfect size to touch.”

It’s a bit disappointing to only touch over her skirt. So I slightly lifted Hwa Nabi’s skirt and casually slipped my hand underneath, gently fondling her bottom.

“Mmm… pervert.”

“I told you all men are perverts.”

What man wouldn’t become a pervert when alone with his woman? I said with a smile, and Hwa Nabi smiled back.

Hugging my neck and leaning against me as if entrusting her weight to me, she said:

“I wouldn’t know about other men since I’ve never been with anyone else…?”

“Then you’ll never know.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll never let you go for the rest of my life.”

“…Huh, okay. I’m not going anywhere either.”

My heart fluttered at her words, spoken with such a pretty smile. Her response really tickles my heart.

I patted her bottom as if to say “good job,” and Hwa Nabi made a pleased sound before nuzzling her cheek against my chest.

“But, I think I might be a bit of a pervert too.”

“Why?”

“When I’m in your arms, my heart pounds, and I want to touch you all over.”

I don’t think that’s because she’s a pervert; it’s just natural. It’s normal to want to do various things when you’re in the arms of someone you love. I feel the same, and I’m sure others do too.

As I was trying to organize my thoughts to explain this to her, Hwa Nabi reached out and stroked my collarbone. Perhaps because her delicate fingers touched my skin directly, it was quite ticklish, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is it ticklish?”

“Yes, it’s ticklish.”

“Just bear with it a little. I was ticklish too when you touched my bottom.”

When she puts it that way, I have nothing to say. I nodded in response and held her waist, waiting quietly so she could touch me as much as she wanted.

Hwa Nabi carefully stroked my bare skin with a very attentive touch, observing. Her eyes were full of curiosity. She must see my collarbone every day, doesn’t she ever get tired of it? Curious, I opened my mouth.

“Do you like collarbones that much?”

“Yes, I like them.”

“Why do you like them?”

“And you, why do you like my chest and bottom?”

I was about to deny it, but realizing it was pointless, I closed my mouth.

The reason I like her chest and bottom? …There’s no specific reason. I just like them. It’s like asking why people eat food—a question that’s quite difficult to answer.

“You can’t answer, right? It’s the same for me.”

“…”

So the feeling I get when looking at Hwa Nabi’s chest is what she feels when looking at my collarbone? Now that she’s given me an example, I understand completely. This must be what they call mirror therapy or something.

While I was at a loss for words, Hwa Nabi brought her face closer and sniffed.

“You smell like a man.”

“…Do I smell bad?”

“Not that kind of smell. A good smell.”

I definitely showered this morning, so I was momentarily alarmed when she said I smelled. But that’s not what she meant. Relieved, I stroked my chest.

“Do you know your body scent has changed a bit?”

“My body smell has changed?”

“Yes, before it was a stronger masculine scent. Now it’s a bit more fragrant.”

“I can’t really tell… Isn’t it just the aroma oil smell?”

“No, it’s different from that smell. It’s definitely changed a bit.”

“Well, less manly smell is good, right?”

I said while patting her bottom, but Hwa Nabi shook her head.

“I liked the previous smell better.”

“You don’t like the fragrance?”

“Yes, I preferred when your manly scent was stronger.”

“You know, when I think about it, your tastes seem quite unique…”

“I don’t think it’s just me? There are many women around who like men’s scent.”

“Hmm… really?”

Since they say preferences vary greatly from person to person, I guess there are women who like the smell. If I think of it as similar to how I like Hwa Nabi’s body scent, it’s not incomprehensible.

“Siwoo, you shower twice a day, right?”

“Yes, morning and evening. But why?”

“From now on, just shower once a day.”

“…Why?”

“I think you’re washing away your scent by showering too often.”

This is surprising in its own way. I showered frequently because I heard women don’t like men who smell, but I never expected to be told to shower less.

“Do you really like the smell that much…?”

“Yes, I like it. I want to keep smelling it.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want.”

So should I just wash my hair in the morning and shower when I get back in the evening? As I was seriously thinking about my daily routine, Hwa Nabi suddenly threw herself at me.

I almost lost my balance… but managed to steady myself by tensing my lower body. That really surprised me.

“Nabi, it’s dangerous to do that suddenly…”

“Siwoo.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Um, shall we go to the bed?”

Hwa Nabi, who had been sniffing while in my arms, lifted her head slightly and asked shyly. I gently stroked the back of her head and smiled.

“Why, are you tired?”

“…You’re not really asking because you don’t know, right?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

I shouldn’t smile when pretending not to know, but my constant smiling makes me look unconvincing. Though trying to keep a straight face would look strange in its own way.

Anyway, perhaps annoyed by my smiling response, Hwa Nabi lightly tapped my chest. It was more like a tantrum than an actual hit, with no real force behind it.

“Are you going to keep doing this?”

“Okay, I got it. I won’t.”

The mood is good for once, and it would be uncool to ruin it by joking too much. I picked Hwa Nabi up and carried her to the bed.

I sat at the edge of the mattress, placed Hwa Nabi on my thighs, and faced her.

“What are you going to do with me sitting here?”

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

“I don’t know?”

She knows perfectly well but pretends not to. I stared intently at Hwa Nabi, who was feigning ignorance, then slowly brought my face closer. She didn’t avoid me, her lips curled into a smile.

Naturally, our lips met, and our bodies drew closer. Hwa Nabi wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I could see her previously pale cheeks turning red.

“Haa, huh, hmm…”

The tangerine scent filling the room, Hwa Nabi’s body fragrance, the sweet taste from our connected lips. All of it mixed together, stimulating my desire.

I firmly grasped her waist and embraced her strongly. Hwa Nabi’s soft, supple body fit perfectly into my arms.

“Huh… mmm, Siwoo, please be a little gentler…”

Feeling a bit remorseful for embracing her too tightly, I loosened my arms as she asked. But then she pressed her body firmly against mine.

She told me to be gentle, yet Hwa Nabi herself made no effort to control her strength as she pulled my neck forcefully.

“You’re too strong.”

“You were strong too…”

“That’s why I became gentle.”

“I don’t care, don’t talk…”

She shook her head and pressed her lips against mine again. She’s quite greedy, isn’t she? When patting her bottom didn’t make her loosen her grip, I first corrected our unstable posture.

I held Hwa Nabi’s waist with my right arm, embracing her, and used my other hand to press down on the bed sheet to distribute the weight. This felt much more stable.

“Chu, hmm, mmm…”

Even with her eyes closed during the kiss, she seemed to sense that our posture had stabilized, as Hwa Nabi wrapped her tongue around mine more actively.

She focused solely on tasting my tongue, making sensual moans, unconcerned that our pressed chests were changing shape against each other.

“Hoo…”

“Chu, mmm, haa…”

Her small hand firmly gripped my shirt collar. I patted her bottom, then moved my hand to stroke her back. Perhaps tickled by my touch, she broke the kiss.

“Aren’t you too excited?”

“Isn’t it because you made me this way…?”

“No, you were naughty from the start.”

“You keep saying mean things, you’re bad…”

Hwa Nabi pouted cutely and glared at me. But she looks so adorable. Am I seriously ill…?

“Sorry.”

“Huh, just with words?”

“Then, what should I do for you?”

“Take responsibility.”

“Responsibility? What responsibility?”

“For making me like this… responsibility?”