Ch.230230. Not Exactly Seducing

Hotel room living area.

I stepped out of the bedroom briefly at Hwa Nabi’s request. Since she said she needed to change clothes, I figured I should wait about five minutes to give her enough time.

With nothing else to do, I might as well put some clothes on too. After all, I’m still in my swimsuit. I was so focused on carrying Hwa Nabi that I didn’t have time to worry about what I was wearing.

I took out some spare clothes from the travel bag in the living room. Starting with underwear, I changed into more comfortable clothes while glancing outside through the veranda.

The view of the coastline around the hotel with waves crashing against the shore is truly artistic, as expected from an ocean view from the top floor. I’d heard the Caribbean Sea was beautiful, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

The sky-blue sea under the blazing sun, the gentle breeze, the swaying palm leaves. These things seemed ordinary up close, but looking at them from a distance, they were incredibly beautiful. It’s exactly what you’d imagine when thinking of a warm southern resort.

There’s something distinctly exotic about it. The feeling that we really are in Puerto Rico hits me.

“…”

Yes, this is Puerto Rico. But not just Puerto Rico—we’re in a hotel room. Specifically, I’m in the living room, and beyond that bedroom door, my bride is changing clothes.

My heart starts racing as I contemplate this seemingly obvious fact. I pat my cheeks a couple of times.

The sun is still shining brightly outside. Why am I getting excited already? We have so much to do today. After resting a bit, we need to go for a drive and visit resorts and restaurants. It’s too early for those kinds of expectations.

Despite trying to calm myself down, my heart keeps pounding. Normally, being alone with her wouldn’t make me this restless. It’s truly strange. Is this some kind of magic that travel destinations possess?

Perhaps it’s because the scenery before me is unfamiliar, but I can feel even the blood vessels at the back of my neck pulsing. I take deep breaths to calm myself.

Breathe in deeply, then exhale. Breathe in again, then exhale.

After repeating this about three times, I hear Hwa Nabi’s voice from inside the bedroom.

—Husband, I’m dressed now.

“Ah, okay!”

So changing clothes doesn’t change the way she addresses me. Reminding myself of this obvious fact, I head to the bedroom.

I gently turn the doorknob and enter to find Hwa Nabi leaning against the headboard. I can’t tell if she’s sitting modestly or comfortably.

The reason is simple—she’s completely wrapped up in the blanket.

“What’s this, are you cold?”

“Huh? No, I’m fine. The temperature is just right.”

“Really? If it’s just right, why are you all wrapped up like that? Are you feeling sick?”

Puzzled, I approach her, and Hwa Nabi gently grips the edge of the blanket from inside. It looks like she’s telling me not to take it away.

“I’m not sick, it’s just…”

“Yes, just what?”

“Just a bit… embarrassed?”

Hwa Nabi’s face turns slightly red as she mumbles shyly. Is she saying she’s wrapped in the blanket because she’s embarrassed to show her body to me? That only makes me more curious about what’s underneath.

She could just show me, but hiding makes me want to tease her more. Half curious and half wanting to play around, I sit down next to Hwa Nabi. Then I slip my hand under the blanket, feel around until I find her waist, and pull her into my arms.

“Come here. What is it? Why are you hiding from me?”

“I’m not really hiding anything? …Huh. Mmm, that tickles.”

As my hand touches her bare skin, she seems ticklish and twists her body while making a strange nasal sound. Judging by the direct contact with skin rather than fabric, she’s not wearing anything that covers her entire body.

The bottom seems to be dolphin pants or something similar—shorts with a short length. But what about the top? To check properly, I feel around with my fingers, and for a moment, my fingertips touch her navel before pulling away.

From the feel of it, Hwa Nabi’s top is at minimum a crop top that exposes her midriff. Or even less. No wonder she was being shy and covering herself in front of me. She must have changed into comfortable clothes like I did, but once she put them on, she felt embarrassed by how revealing they were.

“Um, wait. My stomach is ticklish…”

“Ticklish, so you want me to touch it more?”

Now that I understand her hidden concerns, Hwa Nabi looks even cuter.

Feeling playful, I hold her waist more firmly so she can’t escape, then put my other hand under the blanket and gently stroke her lower abdomen. Hwa Nabi grabs my hand that’s caressing her stomach.

“I told you it’s ticklish, and you’re touching it more. Husband, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did it on purpose.”

“My goodness, how can someone be so shameless…”

Hwa Nabi narrows her eyes and stares at me reproachfully. But with her still holding my arm, she only looks more lovable.

“So, how long are you going to stay wrapped in this blanket?”

“Hmph, I don’t know. I’ll stay like this all day. So there.”

“That might work while we’re resting, but will you eat with the blanket wrapped around you too?”

“Yes. Why not? We can just order room service.”

“What if you get food all over the blanket?”

“I’ll kick you out of the bedroom and just not use the blanket anymore.”

“Oh, really?”

That won’t do at all. I wrap my left arm around the waist of Hwa Nabi, who’s being mischievously defiant, lift her up, and place her on my thigh. Then I have her lean her back against my chest and rest my chin on her shoulder.

“Then I’ll have to help you so it doesn’t get messy.”

“How are you going to help?”

“I’ll help you eat, of course.”

“In this position? That seems even more inconvenient.”

“We won’t know if it’s inconvenient until we try.”

Though I said this, we both knew it would be much more inconvenient. Still, neither of us moved away. Such things were already trivial matters.

“Fine, let’s try it then.”

Before I could ask “try what,” Hwa Nabi stretched her arm out from under the blanket. Her fingertips reached the drawer beside the bed. With a sliding sound, the second drawer opened to reveal a bag of chocolates.

I wondered what she was planning to do with chocolate. As I was thinking, Hwa Nabi pulled out her other arm and opened the chocolate bag.

But just now, when she stretched her arm, I caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder. This means the sleeves are very short. So it’s not even a t-shirt… If both her midriff and shoulders are visible, what kind of clothing is it?

“Here.”

Hwa Nabi handed me the bag of chocolates. I took it, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do with it. She probably didn’t mean for me to eat it myself.

“Why chocolate?”

“You said you’d help me eat, right? So you need to feed me.”

She could just put it in her mouth and be done with it—there’s no need for help with eating chocolate. But since she asked, I might as well play along.

I picked up a mini chocolate from the bag with my index finger and thumb and held it up to Hwa Nabi’s lips. However, she just stared blankly and didn’t open her mouth to take it.

“You want me to just eat it like this?”

“Um… what else can I do?”

“Why not? Aahn, you should do it properly.”

“…Aahn.”

Saying “aahn” like I’m feeding a child—it was mortifying, but I tried not to show it. Yet even then, Hwa Nabi didn’t take the chocolate and shook her head.

“You didn’t add my name.”

“…”

Alright… well, if I’m going to do this, I might as well do it properly. That way there won’t be any complaints later. With a sigh, as if setting aside any sense of shame, I spoke again.

“Nabi, aahn.”

“Mmm, ahm.”

Finally taking the chocolate, Hwa Nabi chews with her mouth moving. I waited until she swallowed the chocolate before asking what I’d been curious about.

“By the way, what’s with the chocolate?”

“I asked for it through room service before we went to the beach. I suddenly had a craving for chocolate.”

“I thought you didn’t like chocolate that much.”

I’ve seen her eat desserts many times since she loves sweet foods, but I don’t recall seeing her eat chocolate much.

When I asked, Hwa Nabi turned her head slightly to look at me, then gently took my wrist and placed it on her lower abdomen. Then she overlapped her fingers on the back of my hand, stroking it gently as she spoke.

“I heard that when women get pregnant, they often suddenly crave chocolate. So maybe that’s why I suddenly wanted to eat chocolate.”

“Ah… is that so?”

The feeling of her firm yet soft lower abdomen, unique to women, transmits through my fingers. As I enjoy the sensation while hugging her from behind, I suddenly feel blood rushing to my lower body.

This is, well. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while… acting up at the most inappropriate times.

I try to pull my hips back to avoid embarrassment, but at that moment, Hwa Nabi moves backward and sits with her buttocks against my groin. There’s no escaping now.

“…Huh, what’s this? Something hard is pressing against me.”

“Nabi, please stay still…”

The stimulation from where we’re touching makes me flinch. Hwa Nabi openly laughs and, getting more excited, subtly rubs her buttocks against me.

She really doesn’t know how dangerous this is for a man. I can’t just push her down in the middle of the day.

“Husband, shall we do something fun?”

“Something fun…?”

When Hwa Nabi says this with a grin, all sorts of inappropriate thoughts come to mind. Mostly in that direction.

“It’s something only two people can do together, and they say it makes your relationship much closer after you do it. It takes some physical effort, but it’s fun, and it makes both people feel good.”

“Well, that…”

“What do you think, shall we do it together?”

“…”

Am I the bad guy for having these thoughts?