Ch.231231. Wholesome Time for Just the Two of Us

I was thinking about what kind of activity requires two people, uses physical energy, makes both feel good, and strengthens their relationship… what could this mysterious fun thing be?

While pondering Hwa Nabi’s suggestion to try this unknown activity together, I reluctantly nodded. She loves playing pranks and tends to say things that could be misunderstood just to fluster me, so this was probably another one of those times.

“Sure. I don’t know what it is, but let’s do it together.”

As I was trying to calm myself with guesses, Hwa Nabi suddenly turned her head and embraced me. Now leaning against me at an angle, she pressed her body close and whispered softly.

“Then, shall we start right away?”

“Yeah, but what exactly?”

“What else? You know, that kind of thing. What my husband likes.”

“…Huh?”

By ‘that kind of thing,’ could she possibly mean what I first thought of? But suggesting such activities so openly in broad daylight…

It’s not like I hadn’t imagined this development, but I’d dismissed it as mere fantasy, so I was momentarily flustered. While I struggled to respond, Hwa Nabi gently massaged my waist and chuckled.

“What’s this? Are you actually flustered right now, husband?”

“No, that’s not it…”

I denied it reflexively, but who wouldn’t be surprised in this situation? It was like a vague fantasy suddenly becoming reality.

It seemed inappropriate to just agree outright, but refusing would make me seem like I was playing hard to get. I wondered how I could accept gracefully and gentlemanly.

Just as I was seriously contemplating this, Hwa Nabi’s fingers moved from my waist to my abdomen. She pressed my abs gently with her fingertips and said:

“Judging by your reaction, you don’t seem very interested?”

“No, it’s not that I’m not interested, I was just thinking about something else…”

“If you’re not up for it, that’s fine. Let’s play something else then.”

Before I could explain myself, Hwa Nabi’s hand moved. Her fingers left my abdomen and reached toward the drawer, sliding open the second compartment.

What she pulled out was a paper box. On its red surface, white letters spelled out “Adults-only Game for Couples.”

“Have you wanted to enjoy skinship with your lover but lacked a pretext? Don’t worry. This game ends those concerns. It allows you to enjoy heartfelt, intimate love touches to your heart’s content.”

“…What kind of touches?”

Did I hear that wrong? Love touches? What an explicit and embarrassing promotional phrase.

Unlike me, startled by the sudden vulgarity, Hwa Nabi remained completely composed. She looked at me as if wondering what the problem was.

“What’s wrong? I heard this is a hot item for couples these days, and it’s supposed to be really fun for two people. See what it says here? Note: Some commands may require physical exertion. Keep within boundaries that make both parties feel good.”

“What kind of commands could possibly require physical exertion?”

“I wonder? I’m not sure either. My friends said it was fun, so I bought it, but I’ve never opened it before.”

Hwa Nabi’s claim that she didn’t know what was inside seemed genuine, as the box containing this mysterious couple’s game was indeed unopened.

She removed the lid with her thumb. With a pop, the box opened to reveal a stack of cards and a single instruction sheet.

“Let’s see, the instructions… Oh, husband, look at this. There are things we should prepare before starting the game. Honey wine or alcohol, light snacks. And change of clothes and underwear.”

I understand recommending alcohol or snacks to set the mood for this kind of suggestive game, but the last item makes no sense. Why would we need spare clothes for a simple game? Surely there couldn’t be commands that would get our clothes or underwear wet?

“…”

“Husband, do you need alcohol? I can’t drink, but if you want some, I can call room service.”

“Ah, no. It’s fine. I don’t really like alcohol anyway.”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked ahead. Hwa Nabi pointed to the bottom of the instruction sheet she was holding.

“Then, shall we take the oath now?”

“Huh? Oath?”

“Look here, it says we should each take an oath before starting the game.”

Looking closer, it was true. There was text instructing us to take an oath stating: “I, [name], will enjoy the game as a game, and will not hold grudges about the game content after it ends. Also, I will perform any command card that appears without exception.”

“Isn’t that oath a bit suspicious…?”

I could tell without looking that there would be commands designed to make someone suffer. And somehow, I felt that someone would be me.

Call it a man’s intuition, but comparing our luck, Hwa Nabi seemed slightly luckier than me. My evidence? Just a feeling.

“Come on, how is it suspicious? It’s probably the creator’s consideration to enjoy the game as a game. Now, hurry up and take the oath.”

“Well… alright.”

Hwa Nabi and I recited the same phrase simultaneously and took the oath. Then the game began. According to the instructions, the first player would be determined by rock-paper-scissors, so we played.

“Three, two, one… scissors!”

“Rock.”

“Ah, husband. Didn’t you just put yours out late? This doesn’t count.”

“What do you mean late? We did it at the same time. Here, you go first.”

I casually ignored her baseless claim. With my arm around her waist, I passed the first turn to her. Usually, the person who goes first in these games is more likely to get the short end of the stick.

Hwa Nabi let out a cute “hmph” and picked a card. She flipped it over to see what was written. The game mechanics were very simple—the person with the turn randomly selects a card, flips it over, and performs the command written on it.

“What did you get?”

“Tell each other which body part you find most attractive.”

I was expecting something like licking or sucking, but a much more innocent command appeared. The level was much lower than I had anticipated. I hope my turn will have commands this mild too.

Well, that’s something to think about when my turn comes. After a moment’s consideration, I spoke up.

“Belly button.”

“Collarbone.”

Hwa Nabi, who had spoken at the same time, turned her head to look at me. Her face was full of doubt, as if she’d heard something strange.

“Wait, belly button? Not breasts or buttocks?”

“Huh, why?”

“Are you sure you answered honestly? You’re not just saying anything to be considerate of me?”

“Yes, I answered honestly.”

Hwa Nabi seemed unable to accept my answer, but I really was telling the truth. After all, the part you find attractive and the part you want to touch are different things, right?

If the question had been which body part I wanted to touch right now, it would have been breasts or buttocks. But the body part I find most attractive—that is, the one I prefer—is indeed the belly button. The reason is simple: when I place my hand there, I can move it up or down.

It’s a strategic point, so to speak. Plus, Hwa Nabi has a thin, slender waist, so when I wrap my arm around her to place my hand on her belly button, she fits perfectly in my embrace, which feels nice.

But explaining all these reasons in detail seemed unnecessary. So I glossed over it and asked her instead.

“What about you? Is it really the collarbone and not the abdomen? You’re always feeling my abs.”

“Feeling? Someone might misunderstand. I just lightly touch them with my fingers.”

“Right, but those light touches are on my abs, not my collarbone. So doesn’t that mean you like the abdomen best?”

“…We just started and you’re already talking too much. Geez.”

Hwa Nabi let out a cute grunt and rubbed her back against my abdomen. She seemed to be trying to punish me in her own way, but this actually made our position more stable, so I easily held her and secured her firmly with my arms.

“Hey, are you rebelling now?”

“Ugh… ah, really. You’re just too strong.”

After struggling to escape my embrace, Hwa Nabi seemed to realize it was futile and changed her strategy. Taking advantage of being in my arms, she wriggled her body and pressed her buttocks against me, rubbing slightly.

But I had anticipated this. I embraced her more firmly—enough to restrict movement but not too tightly—and gently rubbed her lower abdomen. Ticklish from my touch, Hwa Nabi exhaled briefly and laughed.

“Mmm, heh… wait, that tickles…!”

“How about it? Do you surrender?”

“Ah, alright. I surrender, I surrender.”

When I released my arms, Hwa Nabi moved slightly away. With a little distance between us, but still keeping our bodies close, she held out the stack of cards to me.

“You want me to draw?”

“Yes, it’s your turn now.”

“Okay, got it.”

I took the stack of cards she offered, drew the top card, and checked the command. It read: ‘Take a sexy photo in a pose your lover wants.’

The key seems to be not just taking a photo, but doing it in a pose my lover wants. But even for a “sexy photo,” I’m not sure what to do exactly. As I hesitated with the card in hand, Hwa Nabi peeked over to see the content with me.

“…A sexy photo in a desired pose?”

“Hmm, is there anything you’d like me to do?”

“Will you do whatever I ask?”

“As long as it’s not too weird… it’s a command, after all.”

“Really? …Heh, then.”

Hwa Nabi muttered softly and glanced at me. Her eyes trembled slightly, suggesting she was imagining something suspicious.

“I want to see you in a suit. But a bit sexy, with a few buttons undone.”

“I did bring one, so it’s possible… but is there a specific reason it has to be a suit?”

“Yes. This absolutely has to be taken in a suit.”

“Really? Why?”

Hwa Nabi laughed quietly and interlaced her fingers with my right hand. Then, looking straight into my eyes, she expressed her desire.

“I realized yesterday that our husband looks extremely sexy in a suit.”

“…”

“But it’s too precious to show others, so I want to see a bit more just for myself… is that okay?”