Ch.259259. How Much Is It Possible

If I do something, I do it thoroughly and properly – that should have been my life motto. Yet here I am, facing this situation because I skimmed through the terms and conditions before stamping my approval.

So now I have to do it three times every day with the lights off. And what’s even more maddening is that this isn’t the end of it – there’s more to come. But I don’t know what it is. Why? Because the game isn’t over yet.

Is this how a debtor feels after signing a blank promissory note? I have no idea what’s waiting ahead, but thinking it won’t be ordinary makes my heart suddenly race. The reason my heart is pounding is 10% anticipation and 90% anxiety.

In other words, most of it is nervousness about the unknown…

“Husband, why are you so tense?”

I almost replied with something like “you’d be tense too if you were in my position,” but I swallowed my words. Hwa Nabi is a woman, so she probably wouldn’t understand men’s struggles.

I’m not trying to draw a line between women and men. But when it comes to these matters, there’s definitely an unbridgeable gap where men and women can never understand each other. For example, whether one can continue immediately after reaching the end.

I’m enduring because I’m somewhat unusual, but normally even twice a day would be difficult. But three times? That’s practically telling a man to wither away and die.

“…What are you talking about? I’m not tense.”

Why am I making such excuses? After rambling internally for a while, I pulled myself together. Don’t be nervous. It’s just a game, right? Hwa Nabi is probably just saying things, and surely she won’t actually make me fulfill the promise.

Even if she did, it would naturally be forgotten as we play the game. With that thought, I responded bluntly, and Hwa Nabi smiled meaningfully. Her gaze was as if she had me in the palm of her hand, making me uncomfortable enough to unconsciously avert my eyes.

“Hmm, is that so? Then we can continue the game. It was your turn, right?”

“Um… was it?”

I pretended not to know and tried to delay my turn, but Hwa Nabi smiled and held out her phone. She was telling me not to get distracted.

Well, you’re quite perceptive. Giving up my resistance, I tapped the screen once. The screen changed, and new options appeared.

The question was “If you had to choose one?” and my options were 30 seconds or 3 hours.

“…What kind of options are these?”

One side is 30 seconds, and the other is 3 hours? Does this even make sense? It’s too extreme.

Either it ends extremely quickly or extremely late. The gap between the options is so ridiculous it’s absurd. If it had been something like 3 minutes versus 1 hour, it would have been a balanced choice that would make me think. But 30 seconds versus 3 hours is too extreme.

“The former is a rabbit, and the latter is a mink.”

“Minks go for three hours?”

“No, not three hours, but eighteen hours, I’ve heard? That’s why being called a mink overseas is considered the highest compliment.”

“Ah… I see.”

Learning something useful while playing a game. I nodded and was about to press 30 seconds, but no matter how I thought about it, 30 seconds seemed wrong, so I pressed 3 hours.

Actually, even now when I start, I often go well over a few hours, so 3 hours wouldn’t make much difference. That was the calculation behind my choice.

“Husband, do you know something?”

“Hm? Know what?”

“We have to do it three times, right? So three times three equals nine hours total?”

At that moment, unexpected words flowed from Hwa Nabi’s mouth. Dumbfounded, I was about to retort quickly, but I stopped abruptly, thinking there might be some logic to her words.

…No, wait. What logic? Doing that for nine hours a day would be more than sleeping time. I could literally die. Realizing this, I shook my head seriously.

“Even so, nine hours a day is a bit…”

“Hmm… right? Then as a compromise, how about five hours a day?”

Honestly, five hours is still an absurd number, but I nodded along anyway. It’s not like we’ll be timing it, so that should be fine. As soon as I seemed to agree, Hwa Nabi moved closer, hugged my torso, and collapsed onto the bed as if diving.

“Hmm, my husband. I’ll have to feed you well with lots of good things.”

“…Just in case, I should tell you in advance, go easy on the eel dishes.”

“Why? Eel is good. It’s delicious and good for men.”

“Even good things become poison if you eat too much.”

With a bit of exaggeration, I was eating it every other day. Eel is famously good for stamina and tastes good, but eating it too often inevitably becomes tiresome.

“Ah, you’re tired of eating it so often? You should have said so earlier. I kept making it because you didn’t say anything, so I thought you liked it.”

“I didn’t want to seem rude asking to change food you made for my benefit.”

“Come on, that’s not rude at all for such a simple thing. You can ask to change side dishes. What would you like to eat, husband?”

“Me? I…”

Food I want to eat. Now that she’s asking, nothing comes to mind immediately. After thinking briefly, I mentioned a food that resembles the shape of the ceiling light. That is, shiitake mushrooms.

“Shiitake mushrooms? Husband, did you like mushroom dishes?”

“I don’t specifically seek them out, but when you asked what I wanted to eat, that just came to mind.”

“Shiitake mushrooms… okay. I’ll make it for you first thing when we go to Korea.”

Hwa Nabi looked into my eyes as she spoke, then turned her face to the side. Wondering what she intended, I watched quietly as she tapped her cheek with her finger.

Only then did I realize. Ah, could she be asking for a kiss on the cheek?

“Still, you have to pay for the meal, customer.”

“Hmm… is an interest-free installment plan not available?”

“Our restaurant doesn’t accept cards, customer.”

“The owner really does whatever she wants.”

First “customer,” then “guest.” The inconsistent titles were amusing in their own way. Chuckling, I gently pulled Hwa Nabi’s waist, held her in my arms, and kissed her.

Smooch. A lovely sound came from between my lips and Hwa Nabi’s cheek. After receiving a kiss on her left cheek, she seemed unsatisfied and offered her other cheek.

“Was the payment insufficient?”

“Yes, you only paid half.”

“Then I should pay the remaining half.”

Smooch. My lips touched her white cheek and then pulled away. Hwa Nabi rubbed her right cheek with her finger and smiled broadly. A very happy smile.

Moved by that sight, I pulled Hwa Nabi close and stole a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t as deep as usual, but it was enough for our breaths to mingle.

“And this is a tip.”

“Hmm, the tip seems larger than the meal cost.”

“Tips are at the giver’s discretion.”

“That’s true… but isn’t this too much?”

“Then give it back.”

There was no need to ask how. It’s common sense that a tip given with lips should be returned with lips.

Without saying anything, Hwa Nabi quietly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she pressed her lips firmly against mine, like stamping a seal.

“Mmm, haaa…”

As I patted her back and stroked her hair, she let out a sensual moan and burrowed deeper into my embrace, as if asking for more touch.

I embraced Hwa Nabi completely, enveloping her with utmost gentleness. Our chests naturally pressed together, and her soft, plush feeling was clearly transmitted through just one layer of fabric.

Every time I hold her like this, I think: having a girlfriend with volume really makes embracing worthwhile. It’s like hugging not a person but a soft doll or a plump jelly. If I could have my way, I’d want time to stop forever like this.

But that’s impossible, and it shouldn’t be that way. Leaving regret behind, I slightly parted my lips. As a result, sticky saliva stretched like a thread between our lips.

“Husband. Doesn’t this feel like we’ve gone back to the old days?”

“Old days? What do you mean?”

“When we were wearing uniforms. In high school, we used to kiss like this a lot while wearing our uniforms.”

“…Did we?”

“Yes, don’t you remember?”

Since we’ve kissed more than once or twice, it would be a lie to say I don’t remember. But I still pretended not to know, pretended not to remember.

The reason is simple. If I do this, I can use it as an excuse to kiss again.

“Maybe it’s been too long. I don’t remember well.”

“Hmm, really? Then I should help you remember.”

Saying that, Hwa Nabi overlapped her lips with mine again. Our posture was the same as before, with her on top of me as we embraced each other.

Our attire is school uniforms, or more precisely, clothes resembling school uniforms… but there’s one thing that’s different from back then. That’s our relationship.

Three years ago, we were just fresh student couples who promised a future together, but now we’re in a relationship where we cherish and love each other the most. Not only that, we’ve had a formal wedding ceremony and formed a marital bond. Having completed the kiss of vows and received our parents’ approval, we are husband and wife in name and reality.

Suddenly realizing this fact, something welled up in my chest. Something indescribable in words. As an unclear sense of fulfillment, elation, joy, and pleasure mixed together… my heart grew increasingly heated, making me want her more and more.

“Mmm… haa.”

I reached out without realizing it. The destination was Hwa Nabi’s waist, the gap between her uniform shirt and skin. I don’t know why my hand went there, but it happened unconsciously.

But Hwa Nabi didn’t seem to mind. Even though she must know my hand is on her bare skin.

Breathing heavily, Hwa Nabi suddenly pulled her lips away. Her mouth glistening with saliva.

“Husband. Aren’t you curious?”

“Hm? About what…”

Maybe it’s because my head is hazy, but proper thinking is impossible. Nevertheless, as I tried to rack my brain to answer her question, Hwa Nabi placed her hand on the button of my uniform shirt and said:

“How it would feel to do it while wearing this.”