Ch.238238. An Obvious Provocation

After making a threatening gesture as if I was about to do something, I released Hwa Nabi and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Then I beckoned her. It meant come closer.

“Um, you won’t do anything weird…?”

“I told you I just want to watch you.”

The card I drew was “Do whatever you want with the other person for 15 minutes,” which is why I could treat Hwa Nabi with this kind of superior attitude. Knowing this well, Hwa Nabi hesitantly approached my side despite her nervousness.

The emotion in her eyes was half expectation, half anxiety. As she said, since she didn’t know what I would do, she was unconsciously adopting a defensive posture.

“Here.”

I spread my thighs apart and patted between them. Hwa Nabi hesitated for a moment, then carefully positioned herself between my thighs. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and lightly embraced her.

“Mmm… that tickles.”

“Just bear with it for a moment.”

It’s going to get even more ticklish soon. Swallowing those words, I rested my chin on her left shoulder. Sniff, sniff. I pretended to smell her by rubbing my nose against her nape, making Hwa Nabi tremble slightly as she tried to hold back her laughter.

Seeing her looking so cute as she pressed her lips together trying to endure it, I became naturally excited and teased her even more enthusiastically. Like deliberately making a loud kissing sound after pressing my lips to her neck. Or by slightly moving my fingers that were wrapped around her abdomen to gently tickle her lower belly.

After teasing her like that for quite some time, Hwa Nabi’s breathing became a bit rough. Thinking it might be too much for her, I gently withdrew my hand, and she let out a sweet sigh. It was such a deep breath that I could feel her breath on the back of my hand.

“How many minutes have passed?”

“Just 2 minutes.”

“It feels like it’s been way more than 5 minutes… Are you lying?”

“Look at the phone clock, it’s really been 2 minutes.”

“I can’t reach it.”

Is she asking me to let her go? But I can’t just release her so easily. It’s too disappointing to let go when I’ve finally gained an advantageous position. After pondering for a moment what to do, I turned on the TV using the built-in remote control in the bed.

The current time displayed on the screen was 10:02 PM. Since I started teasing her exactly at 10 o’clock, it had indeed been 2 minutes. Hwa Nabi must have realized this too, as she shook her head and leaned her back against me.

“No way…”

“See? I was right, wasn’t I?”

I placed my hand on Hwa Nabi’s smooth lower abdomen and rubbed it in circles. I did this thinking it might help with prenatal care, but she seemed to interpret it as a prelude to more teasing. She grabbed my wrist and curled her waist defensively.

“Are you going to tease me again?”

“I was just touching you.”

“Liar.”

“Why, did you want something more?”

I brought my face close to her ear and asked. Her left earlobe twitched when my breath touched it. As her earlobe gradually turned red from the tip, I gently pinched it between my index finger and thumb, pressing it firmly, causing Hwa Nabi to let out a sensual moan. As I’ve noticed before, she’s quite sensitive around her ears. Though honestly, where isn’t she sensitive?

“No, it’s not exactly that…”

“If not that, then what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, husband…”

Hwa Nabi’s lips, whispering softly, looked truly delectable. Unable to resist in the midst of our conversation, I unconsciously stole a kiss. Though Hwa Nabi seemed somewhat surprised by the sudden approach, she soon closed her eyes and responded to me.

Despite the awkward position making it not the most comfortable kiss, we naturally embraced each other and continued kissing. It was a soft and sticky contact, more about consideration than desire.

“…Whew.”

Suddenly, Hwa Nabi broke the kiss first. Judging by her excited breathing, she probably needed air, but even in her disheveled state, she looked truly attractive.

I had the urge to push her down right then and there, but I restrained myself. It wasn’t time yet. I was determined not to initiate anything unless Hwa Nabi became impatient and asked for it first.

I gently brushed aside the hair near her ear. Hwa Nabi closed her eyes, enjoying my touch, then leaned back against me, pressing her body close.

“Why aren’t you doing more?”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“You know perfectly well.”

“I really don’t know.”

“Yes, you liar.”

Hwa Nabi’s fingers touched my thigh. Then she subtly began to knead and massage it, a movement that clearly showed what she wanted.

“My husband has such firm thighs.”

“Well, I did work out hard.”

“Clear abs, broad shoulders. And a handsome face too.”

Why all these compliments suddenly? When she says things she doesn’t usually say, she definitely has something up her sleeve. I waited cautiously for what would come next. And sure enough:

“But there’s just one thing you’re lacking.”

“What’s that?”

“Bedroom skills.”

“I lack bedroom skills?”

Without needing to think much, this was clearly provocation to lure me in. The evidence was the full bloom of a smile on Hwa Nabi’s face.

She was doing this to me deliberately, knowing full well it wasn’t true. Why? Because I was pretending not to understand. She was saying such things hoping I would give in.

“Yes, husband. You’re not good at it.”

Yes, I know this is transparent provocation. I know, but I couldn’t help feeling something boiling up inside me. How should I put it? It felt like my invisible inner pride was being mercilessly trampled.

As a man, this was something I simply couldn’t let slide. I might not care about other things, but saying I’m bad at games or bad in bed—that I can’t tolerate.

“…Oh, really?”

I murmured meaningfully, then stopped rubbing Hwa Nabi’s lower abdomen and changed my grip.

Instead of rubbing, I held her firmly as if embracing her, making sure she couldn’t escape. With my other hand, I interlaced our fingers.

The look in Hwa Nabi’s eyes changed. Her pupils sparkled with what seemed like a certain expectation. She was probably thinking about what would happen next, making her heart race.

…However, I had no intention of fulfilling Hwa Nabi’s wishes. Of course, her provocation was too vexing to ignore. But that punishment would come later.

Just as cooking needs time to become delicious… doesn’t revenge also become sweeter when you wait for the right moment? For that, I needed to let this dish called Hwa Nabi simmer first.

“So then…”

“S-so then?”

“Shall we watch a movie?”

“…What?”

***

20 minutes later, still in the same place. That is, on the bed.

He was leaning against the headboard, and I was nestled in his arms, pressing my body against his. In front of us, a currently popular movie was playing on the television.

The introduction claimed it was a blockbuster that took this summer by storm, but for some reason, it just seemed boring to me. Right? What does it matter if the action is spectacular, the CGI is excellent, or the actors perform well? Is that important right now?

My body was tingling all over with arousal, yet this man was calmly watching the movie. Occasionally letting out an “Oh…” in admiration.

Ah… to be honest, I didn’t expect him to actually put on a movie. That’s because until now, whenever he teased me just a little like this, he would invariably twist his lips into a smile and pounce on me.

I naturally thought today would be the same, but his behavior was unexpected. Still, that was fine up to a point. I thought, “He’s holding out a bit today?” I even thought he was just playing games.

I thought he was pretending to put on a movie to take control, and then suddenly start when I let my guard down. But after 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes passed, I realized.

Ah, this man is doing this on purpose.

Yes, not content with teasing me and making me all hot and bothered. After creating an atmosphere where it seemed like we were about to do that sort of thing. He actually ran away from doing the most important thing.

For me, it was no different than being scammed by him. I felt so wronged that my chest was tight, but I couldn’t say it directly. Expressing it would mean I lose.

…After swallowing my frustration and enduring for a full 20 minutes. He was still holding my hand, embracing me, and just watching the movie. Not knowing what I was imagining.

“…Hey, husband.”

Unable to bear it anymore, I quietly called to him. He responded with a nonchalant expression.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I think fifteen minutes have passed.”

“Oh, has it been that long already?”

Even though the current time was clearly displayed in the upper right corner of the TV, he pretended to be surprised as if he had no idea, with an exaggerated expression.

I wanted to smack his bottom, but I managed to restrain myself and said to him:

“…Yes, so let’s quickly draw the next card?”

“Isn’t it your turn now?”

“We agreed to draw two cards instead of a penalty, remember? Did you forget?”

“Ah, that’s right.”

They say you can’t say bad things to a smiling face, but right now, I might be able to. Jerk, idiot. Clumsy guy who’s not good at anything except that… While I was saying all sorts of harsh words only in my mind, he picked the top card from the deck and flipped it over.

“…Oh.”

But at that moment, a perplexed voice escaped his lips. It seems like a burdensome command came up. I quickly leaned forward to peek at the card.

“Take off all the clothes you’re wearing right now…?”

“Mmm, that’s right.”

Perhaps because it was quite a high-level command, he nodded glumly after drawing the card. I turned my body, placed my hands on his shoulders, and said firmly:

“What are you doing? Take them off quickly.”

“Um, could you move aside for a moment?”

“There was no command to move aside.”

“…Huh?”

“So you have to take them off like this.”

He looks at me with a face that seems to say, “Are you serious?” Of course I’m serious, would I be joking? Considering what he did to me, this is not enough. I looked back at him, conveying the meaning of “why aren’t you taking them off quickly?”

He sighed as if troubled, and realizing I had no intention of moving aside, he gave a bitter smile.

“Alright, fine.”

His body, which was embracing me, wriggled. Since the only clothing he had on was a single piece of underwear, it would be over once he took that off. But I had no intention of making it easy for him to undress.

When he moved his lower body around and pulled his underwear down below his tailbone, I quickly pressed my buttocks against his pubic bone. At that moment, I heard him gasp.

“Nabi, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re interfering.”

“You know well.”

“Are you angry by any chance?”

“No, I’m not angry at all?”

“You definitely are.”

He muttered quietly, hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed his hand on my thigh.

Thinking he finally had the intention to do it, I brightened up for a moment and quickly looked down… only to be completely deflated.

“Now, it’s your turn, Nabi.”

“…”

So he’s going to keep this up till the end. I drew the top card with a somewhat rough hand movement. And without much thought, I flipped it over to check the content.

The command written on that card was, “Repeat a previous question or action with a twist.”

After holding the card blankly for a moment, I turned my head slightly to the side and spoke. Perhaps already tense from my meaningful tone, he gulped.

“Husband, start timing fifteen minutes.”

“Why?”

“Or don’t time it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’ll time it. …But what are you going to do?”

I stared directly, very directly, into his eyes.

And smiled slyly.

“I want to play around a bit too.”