Ch.288288. Not a Misunderstanding, but a Celebration

“……I wonder?”

“……”

I couldn’t help but be flustered for a moment, as her response was completely different from what I expected.

And for good reason—I had just warned her that if she didn’t let go of the blanket, I would do as I pleased. Yet she still held onto it tightly, refusing to let go… Isn’t that basically her subtly telling me to handle her as I please?

No, actually it’s not even subtle. She’s openly appealing to me.

When my thoughts reached that point, my mind became terribly complicated. It does seem like she’s subtly appealing to me… but given the situation, she might be pretending to seduce me to hide her embarrassment? Or maybe her purpose is to prevent me from asking detailed questions.

Yes, that must be her purpose. I’ve been with Hwa Nabi for almost 4 years now. Falling for such shallow tricks might happen once or twice. Continuing to fall for them despite knowing better would make me a fool, a real fool.

“Nabi. Your tricks won’t work on me…”

“Then, do you want to touch my breasts?”

“……”

C-calm down. This is clearly a trap with obvious intentions. Even though we’re married, she wouldn’t let me touch her breasts without some kind of catch, would she?

Hwa Nabi is so particular about mood, so making such an offer in this situation definitely has some other purpose behind it. So I shouldn’t get excited about it, and instead I should deal with this situation steadfastly.

Just as I made up my mind, the blanket shifted slightly, revealing Nabi’s upper body. She was wearing a flowy silk dress, and her chest area was prominently outlined through the tight-fitting fabric.

Her volume is overwhelming no matter when I see it. As I stared blankly without realizing it, Nabi pressed her arm firmly under her chest. Her already prominent breasts pressed against the fabric, flaunting their presence even more.

“If you want to touch them, you can.”

“…Really?”

I secretly licked my lips and asked quietly. Hwa Nabi nodded. Permission granted. Without thinking any further, I reached out my hand and carefully placed it on top of her chest.

“But don’t ask me anything.”

“That’s not a fair trade.”

“If you don’t like it, take your hand off.”

I’m not even squeezing, just resting my palm there, but the soft, plush sensation seems to spread throughout my entire palm.

If I could just touch a little more, I’d be incredibly happy. I know this because I’m familiar with the feeling her chest provides.

“Wait a minute…”

But giving up future pleasure for momentary gratification would be too much of a loss for me, wouldn’t it? My reason commands me to withdraw my hand immediately, while my instinct urges me to forget about questioning her.

Should I touch her or not? After what felt like an eternity of deliberation in that brief moment, I finally withdrew my hand with a heavy heart. Hwa Nabi seemed surprised, as if she hadn’t expected me to do this.

“You’re really not going to touch?”

“Well, then answer me. That sound from under the blanket…”

“Fine. Then I’ll grant one wish that you want, dear husband.”

“A wish that I want…?”

“Yes, anything. But just one.”

…Stay calm. The promise to grant just one wish, whatever it may be, isn’t such a great merit between us. Think about it, how many wish coupons have we already issued to each other? And how many of those have we actually used?

If we calculate the ratio, would it even reach 20%? Wish coupons are essentially empty promises. So there’s no need to be tempted. It’ll probably fizzle out anyway.

“Husband, did you know?”

“Hmm? Know what?”

“Next year is the Year of the Black Rabbit.”

“Ah, I’ve heard about that. But why…”

“Don’t you want to see a black rabbit in person?”

“……”

I need to stay calm… but a memory from the past surfaced in my mind. Was it early this year? At our housewarming party, Nabi came out in cosplay, and it was a sexy bunny girl costume.

The memory is so intense that I still can’t forget it. Recalling it now, I unconsciously gulp.

“What happens if I say I want to see it?”

“You’ll get to see a black rabbit.”

“Not… without anything on, right?”

“You’re not an amateur, so why pretend you don’t know?”

Despite just exchanging a few more words, the conversation’s initiative shifted to Hwa Nabi. Unlike her cautious questioning earlier, she now looks at me directly with confidence.

“By the way, don’t think too long. My mind might change.”

“Wait… But even if I say I want to see it, we can’t see it right away, right? We can’t rent costumes here.”

“Huh, you’re worrying unnecessarily.”

Hwa Nabi’s gaze landed on a garment bag in the corner of the room.

Could it be in there? When I asked with just my eyes, she quietly smiled. Then, patting my head lightly, she said:

“If you don’t believe me, I can show you proof.”

“Why did you bring such clothes in the first place…?”

“Well, a woman’s weapons are makeup and sexy outfits.”

“……”

Her brazen response left me momentarily speechless. Seeing her confident reply makes me want to say something, but honestly, she’s not wrong, is she?

As they say, preparation prevents poor performance—a general going to battle should always carry weapons to respond to the enemy anytime, anywhere.

“So, do you want to see it or not?”

“I think I need to… think about it.”

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…”

“Ah, okay. I want to see it, show me.”

“…Huh, you should have said so from the start.”

Hwa Nabi raised her upper body. I followed suit. She tapped my thigh lightly, then gestured with her eyes toward the opposite wall.

“Turn around and look at that wall.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I need to change clothes.”

“Ah, okay.”

If that’s the case, I have no choice. I obediently turned around and sat. Then I heard Hwa Nabi sliding off the bed and approaching the travel bag.

“Don’t turn around until I say it’s okay, understood?”

“…I won’t look even if you tell me to.”

“Really? You won’t look even if I tell you to?”

I might have to think about it, but in the end, I probably wouldn’t turn around. Peeking at someone changing clothes is like lifting the lid on a pot before the food is done cooking.

…I know that’s a statement that could be misunderstood, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Of course, I don’t mean Nabi is food. She’s my precious person and beloved family.

Using such a metaphor for Hwa Nabi, I must be a bit out of my mind. But I can’t help it because right now, I keep hearing the rustling sound of clothes being changed. And not just any clothes, but a sexy bunny girl costume.

Wouldn’t it be strange if I could maintain my composure? I’m so tense that my lips are getting dry. I unconsciously lick my lips, and I hear Hwa Nabi laughing behind me.

“Husband, are you a pervert? Why do you keep licking your lips?”

“I’m not a pervert, my lips just keep getting dry…”

Hearing is a more sensitive organ than I thought. I can’t see anything, but just hearing the sounds makes my heart flutter and leads to strange imaginations. If I had known turning around would be this tense, I should have just waited outside the room.

“Okay, I’m dressed.”

“Can I turn around now?”

“Yes, it’s fine now.”

With permission granted, I turned around quickly, prepared for whatever might come. And I was shocked. Hwa Nabi’s outfit was more daring than I had imagined.

A glossy black corset, fishnet stockings. High heels and a small rabbit ear headband.

A cute and sexy black rabbit that would probably smell nice if I hugged her was standing right in front of me.

“Husband, how is it?”

“…Uh? What?”

“This outfit. I think it’s a bit tight around the chest… does it look okay to you?”

More than okay. It’s not just okay, it’s so well-suited that it’s almost scary. Especially that chest area wrapped in the corset—due to the overflowing volume, even the firm corset can’t fully cover Hwa Nabi’s chest.

It’s not covering so much as barely resting on the lower part of her breasts. What does one have to eat to develop such a figure? If possible, I’d like to ask my mother-in-law about her diet…

“Husband, does it look strange?”

“Um… no, it suits you well. Really.”

“Really? That’s a relief. I was worried when you didn’t respond.”

I finally came to my senses and replied. Relieved by my answer, Hwa Nabi finally smiled. I gulped and slowly took in her outfit.

As it’s designed to emphasize the wearer’s sexiness, my heart pounds no matter where I look. My heart is beating so fast that I’m afraid it might burst—that says it all.

If I keep looking like this, I might do something inappropriate, so I shifted my gaze to the cuffs on her wrists. But what’s this? The cuffs are getting closer. They slowly approach until they’re right in front of my eyes.

“Husband, you’re drooling.”

“…There’s nothing there.”

After licking my lips, Hwa Nabi stared at me and then chuckled. Then, as if she couldn’t help it, she shook her head, came closer, and embraced me in her arms.

“Ah, really. Are you going to keep being this cute?”

“…No.”

“Who said you could be like this, hm? Husband, are you trying to make my heart flutter so much that I die?”

I want to deny it, but with my face buried in her chest, I can’t speak. Of course, I could just pull my face away and talk.

…But do I really need to?

“Lie down here.”

With my face still buried in her chest, I followed Hwa Nabi in a rather awkward posture.

Plop, our two bodies occupied the center of the bed. Hwa Nabi gently stroked the back of my head, then leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“My cute husband, do you want to do something that feels good with your noona?”

“…Something that feels good?”

“Yes, something that feels really good.”