Ch.268268. The Night After – side. Hwanabi

Afternoon, late evening. The VIP room of the San Juan Condado Hotel.

Usually, this would be the time to start getting ready for bed. He and I were lying close together on the bed. Without saying anything, just quietly. As we caught our breath and rested, we naturally found ourselves looking at each other.

His lips, chest, and nape glistened with saliva and fluids from an unknown source, and several marks from my lips were visible. Passionate traces I had unconsciously left while enjoying our time together, holding him tight in my excitement.

Now that the excitement had subsided and I was calm again, I felt somewhat embarrassed looking at them. When I slightly turned my head away, he immediately followed, gently tickling my chin to make me face him.

“Why are you avoiding my eyes?”

“Just… feeling a bit embarrassed?”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

I couldn’t honestly say “the kiss marks I left on you,” as he might use that as an excuse to tease me again.

So I pretended not to know and naturally reached for his nape, pulling him toward me. My strategy was to silence his mouth when questions became difficult to answer.

With a soft sound, he nestled against me and closed his eyes in my arms without saying anything. As I gently caressed the back of his neck, I whispered softly.

“Darling. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah, a little. You?”

“I’m a little hungry too. Maybe because we used a lot of energy?”

“Hmm, I guess so? We went for three hours without resting….”

He cut himself off and drew in a sharp breath. Though I couldn’t see his expression from this position, his twitching fingers suggested he thought he’d made a verbal slip.

…Really, at times like this, he seems so innocently cute. What’s wrong with mentioning we went at it for three hours without stopping? We’re not strangers, and we’ve already seen everything there is to see of each other. There’s no need to be self-conscious about saying such things at this point.

“Three hours of what?”

“…What, what did I say?”

“You just said it. Three hours without resting. What were you going to say next?”

“Three hours of… exercise, just exercise.”

“Heh, sure. Exercise it was, right? Using your tongue, your legs. A full-body workout that uses your lower body too, right?”

“Lower body? Aren’t you being too direct when you talk…”

I hugged him tightly as he started talking too much. His bridge of nose, lips, and warm breath touched my upper chest. It was a strangely ticklish feeling that felt good. To savor that sensation more, I didn’t let him go and hugged him even tighter.

“Darling. How is it?”

“…How is what?”

“My chest. How does it feel?”

“How does it feel? …Good, of course.”

After hesitating briefly, he slightly raised his eyes to gauge my reaction and quietly muttered. Finding his behavior incredibly lovable, I pulled him closer as a reward, burying his face against my chest.

Ah… really. He’s so adorable. The way he’s honest about strange things, and how he can’t bring himself to say he dislikes something. I don’t know where such a cute and lovable man came from.

He doesn’t seem to realize it himself, but sometimes he catches me off guard like this. Every time it happens, I just want to keep him in my arms and have him look only at me.

Truly, the more I look at him, the more I find him lovable in peculiar ways. With my heart delighted, I brought my lips close to his face, gently bit his earlobe, and nibbled on it weakly. He immediately turned red all the way to his nape and backed away in alarm.

“W-wait a minute. What are you doing?”

“Hmm… skinship?”

“Who bites ears as skinship…?”

“Why not? You fiddle with my ears sometimes too. It’s a similar concept. Well.”

“No, that and this are completely different….”

Even as he continues our conversation, his face remains red. Could his ears be a weak spot? Curious, I reached out slightly toward his ear.

“Hey, why are you avoiding it?”

“Because your hand is going to a strange place.”

“Darling, are your ears sensitive?”

“Huh? No, not really. They’re not particularly sensitive…”

“If they’re not sensitive, why are you avoiding my hand?”

His words seemed to fail him at my pointed question, and he just fumbled with his lips while watching my reaction. I just looked back at him without saying anything. I figured he’d speak honestly if I did this.

Sure enough, not long after, he sighed reluctantly and opened his mouth. My prediction was correct.

“You’re right. My ears are a bit sensitive. Especially the right one, so…”

“So, you want me to touch them more?”

“…How did the conversation turn that way?”

“You just said it yourself. That your right ear is weak? When someone reveals their own weakness, isn’t that an indirect way of asking for that area to be targeted?”

“No, that’s not it at all. I mentioned it’s sensitive to ask you to refrain from touching it, not to ask you to touch it more.”

“Why? Your reaction is so good when I touch it. If I touch it more, won’t you feel even better?”

“I’m fine without that, so please stop thinking unnecessary thoughts…?”

“Tch, you’re no fun.”

I was happy thinking I’d finally found his weak spot, but he cuts me off decisively. I heard it’s difficult to find men’s erogenous zones, so why refuse to use it after finding one?

Since I couldn’t understand his statement, I pretended to agree for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. I could try targeting it by inducing excitement to distract him and then touching it subtly.

Perhaps uneasy about my easy compliance, he stared at me as if trying to observe me, then sighed softly. Then he suddenly raised his upper body and extended his right hand to me.

“I’m going to wash up before dinner, want to come with me?”

“…Heh, why? Do you want to shower with me?”

“No… that’s not exactly what I meant. It’s just convenient to shower together, right? With two people, it’s easier to reach places you can’t reach alone.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. Looking at your eyes, I think you’ll make me touch places that are perfectly within reach too.”

“…What are you saying? If you keep saying weird things, I’ll just go wash up alone.”

“Ah. Okay. Let’s go together. I’ll wash your back.”

I firmly held his right hand and raised my upper body, leaning against his firm arm. Immediately after, he naturally tried to slip his hand under my knee, but I gently pushed him away to prevent it.

“Ah, right. Wait a moment. Darling, sorry, but could you go ahead?”

“Why, do you have something to do?”

“I want to write down some initial thoughts for the condom review. I might forget the feeling after washing up.”

Pointing at the trash can full of used condoms, his expression changed in various ways momentarily. He looked embarrassed yet somewhat proud, and ultimately ended up watching my reaction… in a strange way.

“Well… couldn’t you write it later too?”

“No way. Vividness is important for this. Writing after things have cooled down is different from writing when things are still hot, right? To properly convey our breathtaking love, I need to write it down right away.”

“Ah… really?”

He seems to accept it, though he looks a bit bewildered by my insistence. But sending him off like this might feel too dismissive. So I gently pulled his sweat-soaked shirt and gave him a light kiss.

Smack, he was surprised by my sudden kiss. I stroked his head and said softly.

“Still not enough, right? Wait for me in the bathroom. I’ll come quickly and do more nice things for you.”

“…Ahem, no. Well… okay, finish quickly. I’ll run the water.”

He got up abruptly and walked briskly toward the bathroom. After watching his retreating back, I smiled slightly and reached for my phone.

“Ah, he’s really so cute.”

How can he be so animalistic in bed but so cute at times like this? Muttering to myself, I checked my phone.

But, what’s this? The video recording function is still active. The recording time at the bottom shows about 4 hours. In other words, the entire process from beginning to end has been captured in here.

“…This should be fine, right?”

Curious, I unconsciously pressed the save button and moved the scroll to the middle point.

[Hwaang, heuuung, haaah…!]

Immediately, bestial moaning sounds came from the phone, and I saw myself panting desperately, moving my hips while pinning him down.

Surprised in two ways, I quickly lowered the phone’s volume. The sound was much louder than I expected, and my appearance was too explicit.

T-this is too lewd! Not just suggestive, but almost like watching animals mate.

“Wow, wow….”

After staring intently without realizing it, I suddenly looked up. Surely no one saw, right? I looked around quickly. Confirming that no words came from him in the bathroom, I finally calmed my startled heart.

Then I properly looked at the video again. In the video, I had my fingers interlocked with his hands, pinning him down from above, busy moving my hips.

…The more I look, the more dizzying it becomes. Am I this lewd? Am I this crazy about him, moving my hips so desperately?

Newly aware of this fact, my face suddenly grew hot, and I was about to delete the video… but stopped my hand.

Come to think of it, there’s no need to delete it, is there? It’s not like I’m going to show it to anyone. It should be fine to just keep it for when I’m bored, or when I need it for some reason, to watch occasionally.

With such self-justification, I glanced at the phone screen. In the video, we had changed positions, with me underneath him and him on top of me. And then we began intense lovemaking.

Really, extremely, hot and passionate.

“Wow….”

Judging by his reaction in the video, he was so focused on me that he seemed to have forgotten the camera was recording. And the same was true for me. If I had known my appearance was being captured on video, I wouldn’t have acted in such an embarrassing way.

I pressed the back button firmly. Then I went into the gallery and moved the video that had just been playing into a secret folder that only I could access. This is a private album that requires a password to view, where I keep embarrassing photos I’ve taken with him until now.

“…Ahem.”

This video… I’ll keep it to myself for life. I’ll keep it well and use it effectively, for instance, when he gets a job and goes on a business trip.

Someday when I’m feeling lonely, I’ll watch this video and imagine making love with him over and over….

—Nabi. Are you not done yet? The water’s almost full!

“…Huh? Ah, yes! I got it. I’ll be right there!”