Ch.263263. Taking Off the School Uniform

I cut off my words and looked straight at Hwa Nabi. Her face flinched. I could see her inner thoughts of “how did he know?” along with confusion and surprise. Seeing this reaction, my question seemed to have hit right on target.

I didn’t rush her, but waited patiently. She knew her thoughts had been exposed, so there was nowhere to run.

As I silently stared at her, Hwa Nabi, who had been at a loss, collected herself and cautiously gauged my reaction. After hesitating for a while, she seemed to have made up her mind.

“Umm, well…”

“Yes, well what?”

“I mean, well…”

She dragged out her words, hesitating as she looked at me. Her face showed she was contemplating whether to tell me or not. I nodded to indicate it was okay to speak.

Hwa Nabi faced me with a determined expression. Then she opened her mouth.

“B-because I love you?”

“…Huh?”

Her unexpected answer instantly snapped me to attention. Did she just say “because I love you”? Thinking I must have misheard, I was about to doubt my own hearing when Hwa Nabi stammered on.

“No, well. Actually, I… have this personal fantasy? But it’s a little…”

“A little what?”

“N-naughty. Specifically, like, dressing provocatively and taking couple photos together.”

“Ah… I see?”

This was a fresh type of confession that left me momentarily speechless. I wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or dumbfounded. Taking naughty photos together as a personal fantasy—it seemed modest yet quite bold at the same time.

Wait, could it be? Is that why she kept insisting on taking photos on the bed? Given the spatial context, anything worn would look suggestive, making it perfect conditions to fulfill Hwa Nabi’s personal fantasy. Now that I understood, her previous behavior started to make sense.

“Yes. But… you and I never took those kinds of photos in school uniforms, right?”

“Hmm… that’s true.”

Back when we were actually wearing school uniforms, we hadn’t progressed far enough to take such intimate photos. At most, we’d take casual date photos with a peck on the cheek, or couple sticker photos.

“So I thought since we’re wearing uniforms now, we could do all the things we couldn’t do then… I wanted to take photos together. Did you dislike it?”

“It’s not that I disliked it, not exactly…”

I just wish she’d told me earlier. Taking photos knowing the purpose versus taking them without knowing are completely different experiences.

After mumbling to myself, I glanced at Hwa Nabi. She had already neatly placed her hands on her knees, waiting for my answer.

…This probably isn’t an appropriate thought for this situation, but she looks cute when she’s being obedient. She seems to act on impulse but consistently reads my reactions—she really knows where to draw the line.

“Can I see your phone for a moment?”

She obediently handed it over when asked. I immediately opened the camera app. Then I sat up on the bed and embraced Hwa Nabi.

-Smooch, click!

A lovely sound and a cheerful effect were heard simultaneously. And then Hwa Nabi’s cheeks turned red. Until just now, she had looked anxious, but seeing that expression completely gone, she must have been surprised by my unexpected action.

Or is that not it? Maybe she’s not blushing from surprise but from happiness. Normally she would have said something, but seeing how she’s just quietly nestling in my arms without any sign of protest, it seems like the latter.

Finding her adorable like this, I kissed her neck for a second photo. Due to the awkward position, the focus was slightly blurry, but Hwa Nabi seemed pleased with the result anyway, shyly taking back the phone.

“There, is that enough?”

“…Yes. That’s sufficient.”

“Are you sure it’s enough?”

Since we’d started taking photos, I was planning to increase the intensity. Does she really think this is enough? When I asked as if I would do more, she shook her head in surprise.

“N-no. Actually, it’s not enough. I’d like to take more.”

“Okay, how would you like to take the next one?”

“C-can I decide…?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Then… a kiss?”

That’s not difficult. I smiled, embraced Hwa Nabi, and gently lifted her chin to kiss her lips.

Somehow she managed to take a photo while we were kissing, and our kiss scene was perfectly captured.

“Did it turn out well?”

“…Want to see?”

Looking at it now, it feels quite different. Of course, I don’t usually get to see myself kissing from a third-person perspective.

So this is how it looks to others, quite intense. While I was quietly impressed by this revelation, I suddenly noticed Hwa Nabi’s expression before me.

Her cheeks were red like in the photo, but her eyes looked different. Her breathing was rough, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly, strangely heightened.

“Huu… haa. Darling…?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Can we… take more provocative photos?”

Given that she’s already revealing quite a lot, asking to take more provocative photos is essentially the same as suggesting we take photos naked. Does Hwa Nabi realize what she’s asking?

I was about to ask out loud, but quickly realized there was no need. Under the crimson light, Hwa Nabi’s pupils were extremely dilated as she looked at me.

It was a subtle change that wouldn’t be noticeable without careful observation, but I instinctively understood. This was a signal she sent me when she was excited. A gaze of courtship.

“More provocative than this? In what way?”

I asked casually, despite knowing full well. There was no special reason. It was a slightly mischievous thought, but I wanted to see Hwa Nabi beg first.

When I don’t immediately comply and make her wait, Hwa Nabi usually tries to seduce me with an incredibly sweet voice… and I enjoy hearing it. It heightens the excitement, giving a much greater sense of elation, like my heart is being directly stimulated.

“…With less clothes on?”

Unaware of my thoughts, Hwa Nabi placed her left hand beside my thigh, lifted her hips, and nestled against me. She was so light that I could easily support her, but with her weight pressing forward, my body naturally leaned backward.

Thud, my back hit the headboard. It was at a slow pace, so there was no real impact. But just to be safe, I embraced Hwa Nabi to protect her before the collision.

Yes, that was definitely my intention, but Hwa Nabi seemed to misunderstand and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she slipped her hand inside my shirt and kissed me. While our previous kiss was just a light touch of lips, this was a full-fledged kiss with body contact.

I was instantly aroused and about to touch Hwa Nabi too, but I restrained myself, realizing I shouldn’t get too excited. As I said earlier, our purpose now was to take photos, not to do that kind of thing.

Of course, looking at the current situation, it would be fine to just go ahead. But that’s a bit boring. If we’re going to go there anyway, it’s better to see Hwa Nabi begging for it first.

I caressed Hwa Nabi’s waist, who was breathing heavily, and gently pulled her body away. She looked at me intently while catching her breath. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes drooped downward—anyone could see she was aroused.

But rushing in just because it feels good is amateur behavior. To tease Hwa Nabi more, I touched her earlobe and asked softly:

“Weren’t we taking photos? Aren’t we going to take any?”

“Huu… hmm, photos…?”

“We’re wearing uniforms for once, it would be a waste not to capture it.”

More precisely, they’re uniform-like outfits rather than actual uniforms. But that distinction doesn’t matter to either of us right now.

I picked up the phone Hwa Nabi had dropped and handed it back to her. Taking it in her hand, she seemed to hesitate, looking at the screen briefly before looking back at me.

“Ah… right. The photos.”

“Yes, we need to take photos.”

“Right. Since we’re wearing these, it would be a waste not to take photos…”

Despite her words about waste, her gaze was fixed on me, not the phone. Her words and body language were completely mismatched.

Swallowing dryly, Hwa Nabi manipulated the phone with trembling hands. Then she placed the phone horizontally on the drawer beside the headboard.

“Why are you putting it there?”

“Ah… don’t worry. I switched it to video mode.”

“…Video?”

Video instead of photos? At those words, an inexplicable uneasiness flashed through my mind. We were supposed to take photos, so why video? And she wasn’t holding it but propping it up, which meant both her hands would be free.

“We’ve taken lots of photos together. But hardly any videos, right?”

Even when traveling, we usually take photos rather than videos, so that’s natural in a way. But that’s not the important point right now. The recording has started, and Hwa Nabi with her dilated eyes is getting closer. And I’m leaning against the headboard.

…What’s about to unfold is all too clear.

“Mmm, that’s true.”

“Right? So let’s take just one proper video this time. For personal collection.”

“What… kind of video?”

“…A naughty video?”