Ch.265265. A Slightly Erotic Photoshoot

The other person’s fetish that they don’t want others to know about… The level of the question suddenly escalated. If what came before was all-ages content, this would be rated 17+. Not extremely explicit, but certainly not ordinary either. A precarious kind of sensuality.

Anyway, I pondered silently. Should I answer honestly or just brush it off? I don’t have any particularly bizarre fetishes that I can’t tell others about, but being completely forthright feels somewhat embarrassing.

Especially since I’m telling this to Hwa Nabi, of all people—someone I frequently have intimate conversations with. Even if I try not to think about it, I’ll remember it every time we’re together. Like, “Oh, this person likes that sort of thing…”

“You like breasts…?”

When my thoughts reached that point, I couldn’t bring myself to answer honestly. So I blurted out something obvious, and Hwa Nabi started caressing my thigh.

“That’s not a fetish, it’s just normal. How many men dislike women’s breasts?”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Yes. A fetish is like, preferring a specific body part. Or favoring a certain type of play.”

As she kept massaging my thigh while speaking, I placed my palm over the back of her hand and interlocked our fingers. I meant to signal her to stop since the touch was stimulating, but Hwa Nabi seemed to misunderstand my intention and wiggled her fingers while smiling.

“Husband, do you perhaps like women’s hands?”

“Not women’s hands, I like your hands.”

I don’t just like your hands—I like everything about you, even the parts I can’t see. But I held back from adding that. If I said it, I’d be lucky not to be labeled as overly devoted.

Instead, to indirectly convey my feelings, I pulled our joined hands toward me. Then I brought my face close and planted a kiss on her palm with an audible sound.

“Oh, you shouldn’t kiss the palm.”

“Why not?”

“I heard somewhere that kissing the palm has a negative meaning. Jealousy or resentment, something like that.”

That won’t do. As soon as I heard Hwa Nabi’s words, I quickly released our fingers, pulled her by the waist, and kissed her cheek. I know the meaning of a kiss on the cheek. It means “I like you.”

“Does this make up for it?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. It seems a bit insufficient.”

“Really? Should I do it again?”

“Yes, but this time, kiss somewhere other than my cheek.”

“Other than your cheek, where?”

“Kiss wherever you want to.”

There are countless body parts, so there are many places to kiss besides the cheek. That’s why I’m worried. I don’t want to kiss somewhere with a negative meaning.

“What if I kiss somewhere with a bad meaning?”

“Husband, you love me, right?”

“Huh? Yes, I love you.”

“Then it’s fine. With love, nothing is impossible, right? Let’s overcome it with love.”

“…Really?”

I wondered if love was enough to solve this, but it would be awkward to refuse when Hwa Nabi put it that way. I had no choice but to trust my luck.

Having made up my mind, I looked her over. The safest would be somewhere on the face, but those places mostly have positive meanings… that’s no fun, is it?

Since I was doing this, I wanted to make it thrilling by kissing an unexpected part. Plus, I was curious how Hwa Nabi would react if I kissed somewhere with a meaning she didn’t know.

“You’re not scared, are you?”

Of course not. Finishing my survey, I moved back. The body part I chose was none other than Hwa Nabi’s waist, or more precisely, her side.

Since she’s the type who would rather have her chest touched than her sides, kissing her there should get quite a reaction, right?

With that thought, I slowly brought my upper body closer, and Hwa Nabi, who had been puzzled, realized my intention. She gave a meaningful smile and slightly rolled up her school uniform shirt with an expression that seemed to say “go ahead if you dare.”

“Here. This makes it easier, right?”

With Hwa Nabi’s help, I kissed her side without hesitation. As my breath and lips touched her, she must have felt ticklish because she flinched while holding the hem of her uniform shirt.

It was the reaction I’d been waiting for, so I inwardly rejoiced. Right after, Hwa Nabi grabbed my head and embraced me slightly. Thanks to that, I pressed closer to her side and could leave kiss marks while fully enjoying her pleasant scent.

“So, what does a kiss on the waist mean?”

“The waist is probably… bondage?”

“Is it a negative kind of bondage?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that.”

“Really? Then let’s consider it a good meaning. You’re now bound to me.”

“You’re so unreasonable.”

“Why, should I be unreasonable one more time?”

Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed Hwa Nabi’s ankle. Then I lightly kissed the top of her foot. It’s a pose you sometimes see in movies. A kiss on the foot, usually done by someone of lower status to someone higher. It’s often used as a sign of submission, so it’s familiar to the eye.

“Husband, do you know what a kiss on the foot means?”

“What does it mean?”

“I am devoted to you.”

Since devotion and submission are often used together, I suppose they’re somewhat connected. Now I knew the original meaning, but it didn’t bother me.

I’d be happy to be devoted to Hwa Nabi. If I could, I’d want to be devoted to her for life. With that meaning in mind, I kissed the top of her foot several more times. Hwa Nabi watched me and laughed silently.

“Hehe. Ah, really. Are you a pervert? Why do you like it more?”

“It’s nice. I’m being devoted to such a beautiful woman.”

“Empty flattery won’t get you anything.”

“Why do you think I’m just saying it?”

“Husband, you’re good at that. Saying things with your mouth.”

Her speech has a strange mix of formal and informal language. Since it sounds nice in its own way, I decided not to point it out and let it pass. Accepting it, I changed positions and kissed between her shin and knee.

Smack, I kissed her a few more times and glanced up. Hwa Nabi was staring at me intently, stroking my head with eyes that seemed to be looking at something incredibly lovable.

“What does the shin mean?”

“I will obey you.”

So combined with the foot, it becomes devotion and obedience. That’s a kiss perfectly suited to me right now. It feels surprisingly good to have Hwa Nabi touch my head, and I want to stay like this.

If I can feel this happiness by showing some obedience, it’s a bargain. Deciding to go all in with the service, I slightly stuck out my tongue and licked her knee.

“Ah… mmm. Haa…”

Hwa Nabi let out a sensual breath and pressed down on my head. It’s a reaction I’ve seen many times. Her distinctive high-pitched voice that emerges when a sensitive area is targeted.

Judging by her reddened cheeks, it seems to have worked well. Feeling somewhat excited, I continued licking her knee while playing with the back of her knee. My tongue moved gently, my hands slightly roughly.

As I massaged the back of her knee while stimulating her knee, Hwa Nabi momentarily caught her breath. Taking advantage of that moment, I embraced her and kissed her shoulder. Then, I whispered quietly in her ear.

“What about here?”

“Mmm… the shoulder is.”

“Yes, the shoulder is?”

“I don’t want to leave your side…?”

I see. How wonderfully this kiss represents my feelings. Guessing correctly at this point is an art form. I’d like to admire myself, but there’s something else I need to do first.

I stroked Hwa Nabi’s smooth back with my palm and kissed around her shoulder several times. The shoulder blade, front shoulder, trapezius. The white skin touched by my lips gradually turned red.

And the redness in this area is evidence that Hwa Nabi’s body is starting to heat up. Realizing this, I changed direction and kissed her slightly exposed chest.

Smack, as my lips touched her upper chest, a soft, plump feeling transferred to my mouth. The sensation was so good that I almost left a kiss mark, but I restrained myself and pulled my face away. It’s not the right time yet.

I brushed aside the hair near Hwa Nabi’s ear, kissed her forehead, and carefully asked.

“Then, what about the chest and forehead?”

“The chest is… I want to possess you. The forehead is, I will love you forever.”

Both phrases are very pleasant to hear. Nodding with a smile, I changed course and kissed the bridge of her nose. Then I moved to her nape and kissed it deeply.

As I pressed and pursed my lips as if to leave a mark, Hwa Nabi, stimulated, embraced my neck and seemed to surrender her body to me. She seemed to be losing strength, and I gladly supported her while stroking her back.

“…You’re overflowing with charm, I want to have you.”

“Huh?”

“That’s the meaning of kisses on the nose and neck.”

Ah, I see. I was so distracted by the smell of her hair that I forgot to ask. The unfamiliar shampoo had such a fresh, fragrant scent that I couldn’t help myself.

Feeling slightly remorseful, I fixed Hwa Nabi’s disheveled bangs and kissed her hair. She closed her eyes, savoring my kiss, and slowly opened her mouth.

“I like you.”

I could tell without asking. That’s the meaning of a kiss on the hair.

“Nabi.”

“Yes?”

“Close your eyes for a moment.”

As I stroked her head and spoke softly, Hwa Nabi obediently closed her eyes. I gently held her chin, lifted it, and kissed her lips with utmost tenderness.

“Mmm… mmm.”

Her delicious lower lip wedged between my lips. It seemed like Hwa Nabi, whose body had heated up, was instinctively trying to move to the next stage without realizing it… At that moment, I stopped the kiss and pulled back slightly.

I wanted confirmation.

“I love you, right?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“A kiss on the lips. It means ‘I love you,’ doesn’t it?”

“Ah… yes. I love you too, husband.”

Hwa Nabi, with dazed eyes, muttered while blinking her eyelids. Judging by her incoherent answer, she seems to be in a hazy state of mind. I can’t expect a proper response like this.

…Oh well. I’ll have to hear it next time. With a wry smile, I kissed her again.

This time more deeply than before, I gently bit her lower lip and tapped it with my tongue. Even in her dazed state, she bit my upper lip, and naturally our breaths mingled as our bodies pressed tightly together.