Ch.267267. The Night Before

I almost responded with excitement but desperately held myself back. Offering to use her breasts, what kind of service was this?

“I’d appreciate it if you did.”

“Just appreciation?”

“…Thank you. I’ll worship you for the rest of my life.”

When I humbled myself, she seemed satisfied and smiled prettily while pushing her chest out slightly. For a moment, I was confused about her intention, but it seemed like she wanted me to remove her outer clothing.

This much was well within what I could do for her. I reached out and quickly unbuttoned Hwa Nabi’s school uniform shirt. With a rustle, I folded back her shirt collar, revealing her fair chest wrapped in black underwear.

The underwear design was lingerie-style. It was so see-through that it seemed like the kind of clothing made for seducing someone on anniversaries or special occasions.

“…”

I want to touch it. No, I want to squeeze it thoroughly. With such large and beautiful breasts right in front of me, it’s a natural thought for any man. So this isn’t me being strange—it’s perfectly normal.

“I could do it with this on. Should I keep it on?”

“There’s underwire though. Won’t it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt much. And having something holding them firmly might feel better for you, husband? I can take it off if you want… what would you prefer?”

“…Then, could I ask you to keep it on? You can take it off if it starts to hurt.”

I moved to make it easier for her to service me. I sat at the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, and Hwa Nabi moved to my feet and carefully knelt down.

“Heh, alright. I’ll do it with my underwear on.”

Hwa Nabi tucked her hair behind her ear and held both sides of her breasts. Then she inserted my thing between her cleavage and looked at me with a meaningful smile before letting a bit of saliva drip.

The moist saliva ran down the head and shaft, spreading evenly across her cleavage and my member. Hwa Nabi gently rubbed the tip with her hand to stimulate it until pre-cum appeared, then smeared it slightly on the head before moving up and down.

“Heh… mm, husband. How is it?”

“It’s… amazing.”

The sensation of her beautiful breasts pressing against my shaft from both sides. The feeling of her breast flesh lightly touching the head, then pulling away, then touching again—it’s incredibly thrilling. Of course, the pleasure can’t compare to service with her mouth or hands, but the advantage of breast service is definitely the visual stimulation.

The sense of conquest and pleasure from knowing that the woman I love is devotedly servicing me, plus the sinful feeling emanating from the sight of Hwa Nabi kneeling at my feet, wrapping my thing with her breasts and vigorously moving them up and down.

The direct stimulation from her breast service is one thing… but watching her large breasts bouncing wildly up and down is another. The sight looks so lewd that my heart keeps pounding. My breathing naturally becomes rough, and without realizing it, words escaped my mouth.

“Whew… ah, this is driving me crazy.”

“Huh, hmm, why? Why are you going crazy?”

“Because you’re too sexy.”

“Just sexy?”

“Sexy, sensual, beautiful, cute… and lovable.”

“How much? How sexy and beautiful am I?”

When she asks like that with such a pretty smile, I can’t hold back anymore. I was already desperately enduring, but Hwa Nabi’s last question broke the lock on my heart.

In an instant, my heart flared up, and I forgot about the service, slipped my hands under her armpits, pulled her close, and kissed her roughly. She might have been surprised at being suddenly pulled, but instead, she smiled faintly as if she had expected this.

“Mm… chu, hmm, so forceful again…”

“Sorry, you just looked so beautiful.”

“I asked how beautiful I am, and you didn’t even answer.”

“Well of course, you’re the most beautiful in the world.”

“Heh, are you just saying that?”

“Look into my eyes. Do I look like I’m just saying that?”

Hwa Nabi stared at me intently. It might be my imagination, but her eyes seemed to say she was dying of love for me. Moved by that gaze, I kissed her lips again without hesitation.

We’ve kissed many times before, but why does it feel so happy and new every time? I don’t know why, but I do know one thing: what I need to do now isn’t just suck on her lips.

I thrust my tongue into Hwa Nabi’s mouth, twisting it around, sucking and gently biting. She responded to me while skillfully changing her position to straddle my thighs, facing me.

Suddenly, Hwa Nabi’s fingers touched my thing. She had grasped it with both hands. I wrapped my arms around her waist to support her so she wouldn’t fall.

In that position, we began to thoroughly explore each other’s bodies. I alternated between kneading and caressing her buttocks and waist, while she frantically stroked my thing with both hands. Neither of us showed any restraint in our movements. Passionate moans, breaths, and sensual wet sounds echoed all around.

With my tongue and lower body being stimulated simultaneously, signals quickly came to my thing. I kissed Hwa Nabi’s lips more roughly, conveying that I wanted her to stroke harder. I bit her tongue lightly, then sucked it with a smacking sound, repeatedly exchanging saliva.

As our kissing became more intense, Hwa Nabi’s hands moved faster on my thing. I entrusted my thing to her fingers and focused solely on kissing. I sucked her tongue, twisted and rubbed it against mine, thoroughly exchanging saliva. With my hands, I roughly kneaded her buttocks, encouraging her to make erotic moans. She accepted all my caresses while concentrating on stroking and shaking my thing.

“Chu… huh, heh, hmm… chu, haah, hmm…”

Like that, after concentrating until we were both breathing roughly and panting… ejaculation soon began, and my thing started throbbing and spewing semen.

As if urging my ejaculation, Hwa Nabi’s hands continued to grip and stroke the shaft even as it released its contents. A large amount of white fluid shot through her hands. Since our bodies were pressed together, all that semen splashed onto Hwa Nabi’s abdomen and chest. It seemed some also got on her school uniform shirt and skirt.

“Hmm… haa. My goodness, you came so much…?”

After kissing for a while, she glanced down and said to me with some surprise. Looking at it now, the amount does seem quite large. Usually, I would finish inside Hwa Nabi, so I wouldn’t see all the semen with my own eyes, which might be why it seems that way.

“Hold on. I’ll wipe it for you.”

“Mm, wait a moment. A little later… chu.”

Hwa Nabi gently caressed my thing, which had lost its vigor after ejaculating, and kissed my lips. Instantly, it became hard again.

Lost in the afterglow, we continued kissing for a long time while exploring each other’s bodies. She carefully caressed my thing and the pouch below, and I reached out to knead her breasts. The sensation of her large, soft breasts transmitted through my hands.

I thoroughly enjoyed that feeling, but when Hwa Nabi’s touch seemed to stop, I noticed and subtly stopped as well.

“Husband really loves breasts, huh?”

“No man dislikes breasts.”

“Do you like all large breasts?”

“No, I like them because they’re my woman’s breasts.”

“Heheh, you’re pretty good at dodging questions, aren’t you?”

“I’m not dodging, I’m just stating facts.”

Hwa Nabi didn’t respond to my excuse-like statement. She just looked at me with a strange smile.

Feeling awkward about continuing the conversation, I turned my gaze to the drawer at the head of the bed. On top of the drawer were several condom boxes we had just bought at the convenience store.

Following my gaze, Hwa Nabi seemed to realize I was looking at the condoms and laughed quietly. Then she picked up one of the condom boxes, shook it, and asked me:

“Our husband is staring intensely at the condoms?”

“No, you said we should use them.”

“That’s true, but your eyes are too honest.”

“Why? What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“Mm, eyes that say you’re dying to do it right now…”

Without a mirror, I’m not sure what my face looks like right now. But seeing Hwa Nabi laugh, I must have lost my composure. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve seen condoms, but I seem to be quite excited. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I moved back slightly.

“…Is my behavior making you uncomfortable?”

“No? I like it a lot. Express it if you’re turned on by me. It excites me more that way.”

“Oh… really?”

With such explicit words being exchanged, I can’t look her in the eye properly. We’ve done much more intimate things, yet I’m like this over a few words. It seems a bit funny even to myself, but what can I do? This is just my personality.

Sensing my awkwardness as I looked away, Hwa Nabi noticed with uncanny perception and approached with a strange smile. It’s the playful smile she often shows.

“Husband, are you turned on?”

“Turned on? It’s not like that. It’s just excitement…”

“Who talks like that when we’re not reading a textbook? Say you’re hard, or you’re turned on. …Mm, chu.”

She cut off her words, licked the semen remaining on her chest with her index finger, and sucked it with a pop. Seeing Hwa Nabi’s somewhat lewd gesture, I felt my waist straighten involuntarily.

“Oh, your cock just twitched? Husband, you’re turned on, right?”

“…Yes, I’m turned on because of you.”

Unbuttoned school uniform shirt, black lingerie bra. Skirt riding high up her thighs, with sexy lace panties slightly visible underneath.

No matter how you look at it, it’s not normal attire. It’s the kind of outfit you’d only see in some adult video, and with Hwa Nabi dressed like this in front of me, it would be abnormal not to be turned on.

While I was making excuses to myself, Hwa Nabi slowly approached and, without saying anything, straddled my thighs. I naturally wrapped my arms around her waist to support her.

“Me too.”

“Hm?”

“Seeing your cock get hard makes me turned on too. How are you going to take responsibility?”

Responsibility. It was a puzzling question, but I understood what she wanted. Without hesitation, I reached behind Hwa Nabi’s back and unhooked her bra. With that, her underwear slipped down slightly, revealing her plump breasts.

“You smell good.”

“What smell?”

“The smell from your skin, Nabi. It’s a bit like a baby smell. It smells like fruit, and it turns me on.”

“Heh, what fruit?”

For a more accurate assessment, I brought my nose between her cleavage and sniffed. Hwa Nabi held the back of my head and pressed slightly, as if urging me to smell more clearly.

“Well, maybe peach…?”

“Are my breasts like peaches?”

“Well… the shape is similar, right?”

The size is completely different, but the way they’re beautifully shaped and the nipples protruding slightly does resemble peaches somewhat.

I stared at Hwa Nabi’s breasts for a moment, then brought my mouth to lick her nipple. I stuck out my tongue slightly, circling it, coating it with saliva, and sucking diligently on the erect nipple.

As I sucked vigorously, making smacking sounds, Hwa Nabi let out erotic moans and cradled the back of my head. I felt a bit regretful, thinking I might have been too enthusiastic, but she whispered in my ear with a heated voice:

“Our husband, no matter how hard you suck, milk won’t come out yet…?”

“…Will you make it come out?”

“Heh, how? I’m already pregnant because of you?”

How to handle a pregnant woman to make milk come from her breasts? It’s quite a challenge for someone like me without specialized knowledge. I kneaded her breast firmly with one hand, then gently touched her nipple while muttering:

“Maybe if I cum inside you enough, milk will come out?”

“Hmm… you’re saying you’ll make my milk with your milk?”

“What do you think, isn’t it a good idea?”

“The concept is good, but you’ll have to work really hard for that. Are you up for it?”

“If it’s with you, I could go for three days and nights.”

“Since we’re doing it, try to last for five days and nights. That’s when we have to go back, right?”

“Yes, I’ll try my best.”

Seeing how we’re casually saying things we’d never say normally out of embarrassment, both of us must be quite excited. We ended that conversation without saying anything more.

Instead, we gazed at each other intently, then kissed without either of us initiating. And slowly, our bodies overlapped as we fell onto the bed.

“Nabi.”

“Yes?”

“…About your school uniform skirt, could you keep it on?”