Ch.227227. Confessing My Embarrassing Taste

The rough words lingered in my ear for a while before fading away. While I mulled over that sentence, I silently looked at Hwa Nabi, who was just glancing at me with her cheeks flushed red.

Seeing this reaction, I know I didn’t mishear. Hwa Nabi had, in her own way, sincerely made an embarrassing confession to me despite her shame.

“…Um, well.”

After hearing about her hidden preference, I’m not sure how to treat Hwa Nabi. She said she likes it rough, so should I start acting like a bad boy now? But I’d need to have tried that before to know how.

In dramas and movies, the classic bad boy seems to act indifferent toward women who chase after him. Maybe I should try something similar?

You know, like handing over a nicely wrapped gift while saying something like “I just picked this up on the way.”

“By the way, husband. Just to clarify something. When I said I like it rough, that doesn’t mean I want a bad boy, so please don’t misunderstand?”

My heart skipped a beat as it felt like she could see right through me. But showing my reaction would be amateur behavior, so I pretended to be calm as I responded.

“I’m not an idiot… I wouldn’t confuse those things. Yeah, I know.”

“Ah… really? Good then. Anyway, husband, I think I should put on my swimsuit now.”

“Mmm, here you go.”

While Hwa Nabi adjusted her chest into the bikini cups, I closed my eyes and turned my head away. Even between spouses, I thought it was polite to avert my eyes at times like this, showing my own form of consideration.

After waiting for a moment, something soft tapped my shoulder. Feeling like it was some kind of signal, I slightly opened my eyes. Hwa Nabi was looking at me while holding her bikini top in place, having only partially put it on.

“I can’t reach behind my back.”

“…”

This means… she wants me to tie the strings for her, right? Realizing what she meant, I wiped my hands on my swim shorts and slowly reached behind her back. I took the bikini strings in both hands and carefully tied them to secure the bikini against her smooth skin.

“I, I think that’s done.”

“…Thank you.”

Hwa Nabi expressed her gratitude in a barely audible voice and came to hug me. I hesitated for a moment about where to put my hands, then placed them on the picnic mat.

For some reason, I felt like I shouldn’t hug her back right now.

“…”

“…”

Hwa Nabi’s fingers on my back just wriggled slightly, with no other notable reaction. Since she wasn’t hugging me as actively as usual, she must be having as many thoughts as I am.

…In that strange silence, I pondered what it meant to be rough. It obviously wasn’t just about verbal teasing, but did it require actions to accompany words? Like in those kinds of videos, groping all over while asking what feels good?

No, this doesn’t seem right. I need to distinguish between reality and fiction. Acting like you enjoy something and actually enjoying it are quite different. A woman enjoying being handled roughly is the kind of situation you’d only see in videos.

Well, there might be women with such preferences here and there… but that doesn’t seem to be what Hwa Nabi meant by “handling roughly.”

“Hey, Nabi.”

Unable to reach a conclusion, I decided to ask her directly. Rather than making strange judgments based on vague guesses, it’s better to ask the person directly for a clear answer.

As I held her hand and called her softly, Hwa Nabi jerked her head up in surprise. The red flush on her cheeks suggested she was still embarrassed.

“When you said you like it rough, is that limited to specific situations?”

“…Pardon?”

Not understanding my question, Hwa Nabi looked at me with a somewhat confused expression. I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb and asked again.

“I mean, when you say you like it rough… you don’t want me to treat you that way all the time, right?”

This was something I was uncertain about. People’s preferences are so varied and diverse that I couldn’t be sure Hwa Nabi didn’t have that kind of taste.

So I asked to confirm, and she shook her head vigorously. I was relieved, as I had been worried about what to do if that was the case.

“Ah, yes. That’s right. I don’t want you to be like that all the time.”

“Okay, so in everyday life, I should continue as I have been, right?”

“Yes. If you keep being like you are now in the future… that would be really nice.”

Seemingly embarrassed by her request, Hwa Nabi couldn’t look at me directly and just kept glancing at me.

Really, why be shy about something like this? Finding her cute, I moved closer and kissed her forehead.

“Sure, that’s not difficult at all.”

“…Mm, thank you.”

Blushing and shy, Hwa Nabi slightly pursed her lips.

-Smooch.

With a soft sensation, her lips lightly touched my cheek. I enjoyed the lingering feeling before turning my face.

I tapped my other cheek with my index finger. The meaning of this gesture was clear: kiss me here too while you’re at it.

“Heh, are you being childish with me right now?”

“Yes. I’d like you to kiss me.”

“Alright. If I only kiss one cheek, the other would feel left out.”

Hwa Nabi smiled prettily and brought her face close again. Just before her lips touched my cheek, I quickly turned my head and surprised her by connecting our lips.

Hwa Nabi, not expecting this, was startled and backed away, covering her lips with her hand.

“…Really. You asked for a kiss but then you play tricks.”

“You said you like it rough.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Hmm, really? I’m not so sure.”

Pretending not to understand on purpose, I smiled, and Hwa Nabi slightly furrowed her brow. But she still had a smile on her lips, showing she didn’t really mind.

I pulled her waist closer, pressed our bodies together, and placed my fingers on her back. Then, gently stroking her, I asked quietly.

“By the way. When you said you want me to be rough, specifically what would you like me to do?”

“Hmm… are you curious?”

“Yes, I think it would be good if you told me.”

Seeming to contemplate my question, Hwa Nabi leaned against me, sighed, and then tapped my back. She seemed to have organized her thoughts.

“First of all… I’d like you to talk a bit… mischievously.”

“Talk mischievously?”

“Yes. You know, like asking things you already know the answer to… questions that make me feel embarrassed, those kinds of naughty questions?”

“I see? Questions…”

After hearing Hwa Nabi’s words, I thought for a moment, then gently took her hand and pulled her toward me. With my other hand, I lightly held her chin and made eye contact.

“Can I kiss you? …Like this?”

“More like, a bit more, aggressively…?”

If I’m going to escalate things, this seems like the only way. I firmly held Hwa Nabi’s hand so she couldn’t escape, and pressed my lips against hers. It was a kiss that was intentionally more aggressive and somewhat forceful, as she had requested.

Our chests pressed firmly against each other as we kissed, and only after an appropriate amount of time did I release Hwa Nabi. She seemed unaccustomed to this kind of kissing, clearing her throat and wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“Ah… sorry. Are you okay?”

“Mm, no, it’s fine. That wasn’t bad either. But husband, here…”

Hwa Nabi trailed off and looked at me intently. Then she suddenly hugged me and initiated another kiss herself.

Perhaps due to her coughing earlier, her skin felt hotter than before. Hwa Nabi, transmitting her heated body temperature, released her embrace after what felt like about ten seconds.

“Like this, just kiss me again. And then after it’s over, ask if I disliked it, and that would be perfect.”

“…I’ll keep that in mind.”

When she’s troubled after a kiss, kiss her again. It seems like a somewhat twisted logic, but since she’s asking for it, I nodded, making a mental note to use this approach sometime.

Hwa Nabi stared at me for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth in a quiet smile. I tapped her back with my fingers and asked.

“So, what’s next?”

“What’s next?”

“After kissing and asking if you disliked it, what should I do next?”

“After that… you’ll have to figure it out yourself. I have a woman’s heart too, I can’t spoon-feed you everything.”

So I should use my judgment for what comes next. It would be easier if she explained exactly what she wants from beginning to end, but I think I get the general idea.

So she prefers me to actively lead and dominate the situation, occasionally throwing in mischievous words and actions. That seems to be what she’s saying… but to understand Hwa Nabi’s preferences more accurately, it would be faster to try it directly.

“Then, from now on, I can really do as I please, right?”