Ch.233233. More Unwholesome

“You want me to take it off again after I just put it on?”

“Yes. If we’re going for a sexy concept, exposure is essential, right? It’s an unspoken agreement to show everything.”

Well, getting undressed first is indeed the custom in that industry. The problem is that I’m the one who has to undress.

“I mean, you’re not wrong… but, do I really have to take it off?”

It’s an order, so I should follow instructions, but I hesitate at the thought of actually undressing. Of course I would. Wouldn’t it be stranger if I just threw off my clothes without hesitation when told to undress? Even if my wife is the only one watching.

While I was hesitating, unable to make a quick decision, Hwa Nabi reached out her arm toward me, seemingly impatient. Her fingertips touched none other than my waistband.

Hwa Nabi slipped her fingers between my underwear and dress pants, then made a motion as if pulling them down. She must know they wouldn’t come down easily because they’d catch on my hips.

“Should I take them off for you, or would you rather do it yourself?”

“Ah, fine. I’ll take them off. Just turn around for a moment.”

“That’s more like it.”

She finally removes her hand after my strong protest. Breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly took off my dress pants while she was turned around, before she could change her mind.

It’s better to just show myself in underwear than to show the process of undressing. The end result might be the same, but that’s just how I feel.

“Are you done?”

“Well… just a moment.”

It does seem strange to be wearing a dress shirt and jacket while only in underwear below.

Maybe I should take off all my upper clothes too. While I was seriously considering what would be better, Hwa Nabi couldn’t wait any longer and turned to look at me.

“Oh? That looks good right now.”

“What looks good?”

“Wait, don’t take anything else off, stay just like that. …Yes, this is better. Honey? Let’s take the next photo with you just wearing your top like this.”

“Isn’t it a bit strange to be naked below with just a shirt on?”

“Not at all. It’s perfect. You look like an underwear model right now.”

“…Hmm, really?”

Maybe it’s because it’s praise from my wife, not someone else. I know it’s just flattery, but it still feels good. With a bit more confidence, I leaned back against the headboard of the bed and gestured to Hwa Nabi. It meant come closer.

Though I didn’t say anything, she seemed to understand as she smiled faintly and moved on her knees to sit right next to me. She still held her phone in her hand.

“Shall we take it now?”

“Yeah, let’s do it. Do you have any pose in mind?”

“Hmm… then this time, let’s see how good your sense is?”

I guess she wants me to figure it out myself. I nodded to show I understood, and Hwa Nabi immediately opened the camera app. She stretched her long arm upward to adjust the angle so that both of us were captured in the frame.

Now that the camera seems set up, I make my move. First, I extended my right arm to wrap around Hwa Nabi’s waist, gently pulling her close to my side. Then I turned my head and lightly kissed her neck.

“Now, take the picture like this.”

“Hehe, that tickles.”

Click. She managed to take the photo despite being ticklish from my breath on her neck. Time to check the result?

When I released my arm, Hwa Nabi opened the gallery app. The very first photo was our couple shot we just took. Zooming in, I could see us pressed close together.

I was embracing her waist with my arm, eyes closed with my face buried against her, while Hwa Nabi was nestled obediently in my arms, looking shy.

“This looks just like that movie. Beauty and the Beast.”

“You mean the film?”

“Yeah, isn’t there a scene like this? Where the male lead embraces the female lead and smells her neck?”

“That’s a deeply moving scene where they confirm their love for each other, but the way you describe it makes it sound so perverted.”

“All men are perverts.”

“Then are you a pervert too?”

“Well, did I ever look normal to you?”

What kind of normal person wears a formal top with just underwear below? If I’m not a pervert, who is?

After that self-deprecating comment, I pulled Hwa Nabi into my arms again and kissed her neck. She didn’t seem to mind this behavior, as she smiled wryly while gently stroking my head.

“Hehe, I guess so. The way you do this all the time, you really are like a beast.”

After kissing her adequately, I gently let her go. The next person to carry out a command was not me but Hwa Nabi, who reached for the stack of cards and drew the top one.

“Talk about the body part you’re most confident about.”

This is a question that often comes up in celebrity interviews. “Which body part are you most confident about?”

Face, forearms, thighs, and even those unspeakable parts—various options flashed through my mind.

While contemplating internally, I turned my head. My eyes met directly with Hwa Nabi’s. Judging by her facial expression, she seemed to be having similar thoughts.

“Honey, which body part are you most confident about?”

“What about you?”

“Hey, I asked first.”

“Then should we count to three and answer at the same time?”

“Sounds good.”

Three, two, one. After three seconds, our voices overlapped simultaneously.

“Abs.”

“Chest.”

I chose abs, and Hwa Nabi chose chest. At my mention of abs, Hwa Nabi’s gaze momentarily dropped downward, then came back up.

“Hehe, that’s right. My husband does have firm abs, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, and you…”

I reflexively started to compliment her but suddenly hesitated. Even if she is my woman, is it okay to talk about such things? Saying something like “soft” or “big” could easily be misunderstood as sexual harassment.

My hesitation must have looked amusing, as Hwa Nabi chuckled.

“Why did you stop mid-sentence?”

“Oh? No, it’s just…”

“You can say what you want to say. I won’t get angry about things like this.”

If I were to say everything on my mind, I’d be confirmed as a pervert that very day. Swallowing the words that had risen to my throat, I tried to maintain a calm expression as I continued.

“Well, yes. My Nabi does have a pretty chest.”

“And soft too, right?”

“Yeah, well. Soft, and also…”

“And big too.”

The very words I was trying to avoid slipped out. Objectively and subjectively, I couldn’t help but agree, but it was something I couldn’t bring myself to say.

“Didn’t you say before that having a large chest was your complex?”

I asked cautiously. It’s not untrue—I remember hearing something like that when we shared the bathroom before.

However, contrary to my expectation, Hwa Nabi shook her head.

“Yes. It used to be, but not anymore.”

Not anymore—that suggests some change in her mindset.

What could it be? After waiting a moment, I found out.

“After all, when you like my chest so much, there’s no need to see it as a complex, right?”

“…”

It’s hard to deny such a statement. Regardless of size, what man wouldn’t like his woman’s chest, unless he had different preferences?

I had various excuses prepared, but speaking up seemed like digging my own grave, so I just watched carefully. And in situations like this, silence is affirmation.

Hwa Nabi seemed to know this too, as she smiled faintly and linked her arm with my left arm. As a result, a soft, squishy sensation was transmitted directly to my forearm.

“Something seems to be, pressing against me…”

Such feeble resistance was all I could manage. But Hwa Nabi didn’t mind. Instead, she hugged my arm tighter, pressing her chest firmly against it.

“What? What’s pressing against you?”

“I don’t know, something soft. It’s squishy, maybe it’s bread?”

I muttered, pretending not to know while looking elsewhere, though it was obvious. Hwa Nabi tugged at my arm slightly and said:

“Hehe, should I give you a hint?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure. Give me a hint.”

“The hint is… hmm… probably what you love most in this world?”

What I love most—the hint’s intention is so obvious that I can’t help but smile.

“Really? If it’s what I love most…”

Turning my head toward Hwa Nabi, I reached out my right hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. Then I kissed her pale cheek and gently caressed that spot.

A cute blush rose on her pretty cheek. I brought my face close to her ear and whispered softly.

“It’s you, Nabi.”

“…Wrong. Close, but just barely wrong.”

“What was the right answer?”

“Want to know?”

“Yeah, I’m curious.”

Hwa Nabi gestured toward the stack of cards with her eyes. If I wanted to know the answer, I should draw the next command card.

I’m curious right now, but there’s no helping it. I obediently drew the top card from the stack. Flipping it over to check the command, the phrase written was “Use the body part you just mentioned to seduce each other.”

Seducing Hwa Nabi with my abs seemed like a puzzling command at first, but… it might actually be easier than I thought. After confirming the command, Hwa Nabi’s gaze kept landing on my abdomen.

I used my free right hand to unbutton my jacket. Then I proceeded to unbutton my dress shirt as well. Click, click. As the last button came undone, the shirt parted to both sides, fully revealing my abs.

“…”

Hwa Nabi was staring at my abdomen with blank eyes. I pulled my shirt back a bit more to show my abs better, then whispered to her.

“You can touch them if you want.”