Ch.290290. When You Provoke a Gentle Rabbit

The moment I impulsively suggested making a bet, now that my head has cooled down, I’m wondering what kind of situation this is. To think I’d end up making such a vicious bet where the loser becomes the other’s slave for a day, with Hwa Nabi dressed in a bunny girl costume.

If someone had told me about this situation an hour ago, I probably wouldn’t have believed it. I would have said that’s nonsense, that both Nabi and I are quite rational people, so such a thing wouldn’t happen… right?

“……”

No, maybe that’s not true. Lately I’ve been thinking that both Nabi and I have pretty low boiling points. Even with things we could just laugh off or let go, whenever one of us gets the upper hand, we try to outdo each other.

Both of us have been adults for quite some time, but we’ve clearly wasted those years. We even have a child, yet here we are acting like this. How can I hold my head high in front of Woohee?

“Ah, found it.”

While I was lost in complicated thoughts, Nabi’s finger, which had been scrolling through the gallery, suddenly stopped. On the screen was a password-protected video file. When Nabi entered a six-digit password, a thumbnail that looked unmistakably suggestive appeared for all to see.

“This… you didn’t edit it or anything, right?”

“No. I haven’t touched it since I first saved it… actually.”

“Ah… really?”

But how could it be so coincidental that the thumbnail would show the exact moment we were holding hands and kissing?

It’s a bit awkward seeing myself being intimate from a third-person perspective. As I averted my gaze, Nabi subtly moved closer and asked me:

“…Does my husband need the file too?”

“It looked like it had a password on it just now.”

“Ah, you just need to enter your birthday. 03090….”

Nabi, who had been mumbling, suddenly stopped speaking and rolled her eyes to meet mine.

For about three seconds, we just stared at each other silently before Nabi turned her head away first. Her cheeks were slightly red, suggesting she found this situation embarrassing too.

“…What? It’s not like it’s someone else’s birthday, it’s my husband’s. Can’t I use it as a password?”

“Who said anything…?”

I responded halfheartedly while thinking to myself. Should I change my phone password to Nabi’s birthday too? While I was seriously contemplating this, Nabi must have misunderstood my expression because she tapped my shoulder and urged me on.

“Aish… forget it, let’s just get on with the bet. If I win, you’ll be my slave for the day. You know that, right?”

“And if I win, you’ll be my slave, correct?”

“Yes. Of course. But just being a slave is boring, so should we add the option of absolute obedience?”

“I don’t mind since I won’t lose, but can you handle it?”

“I won’t lose either, so it doesn’t matter to me. Then, we’re in agreement, right?”

“Yeah, let’s do that. The loser gives absolute obedience.”

With the penalty for the bet set, Nabi immediately pressed play on the video.

After the screen went dark for a moment, Nabi appeared setting up the phone. In the distance, I could be seen sitting on the bed, and the common point was that we were both in school uniforms.

That was probably the school uniform-like outfit that the hotel rented out. It’s been more than half a year, so I’m not entirely sure, but my memory should be correct.

“It’s four hours and two minutes.”

“Huh? What is?”

“This video. It says four hours and two minutes at the bottom.”

“Ah, so it does.”

In other words, she and I spent such a long time together back then. I wasn’t the only one who thought that, as Nabi glanced at me nervously and made a comment.

“It’s almost like a horse. A horse.”

“Are you trying to say I’m like an animal?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

It seems like that’s exactly what she meant. She clearly just insulted me in a roundabout way.

My suspicion grew a bit, but since she denied it, I couldn’t insist I was right. That would just be forcing my opinion. I buried this comment in my heart and focused on the next scene in the video.

So, there we were in school uniforms, removing each other’s clothes layer by layer while sharing intense kisses…

“Nabi.”

“Y-yes? What is it?”

Nabi, who was in my arms, startled. I wrapped my arm around her lower abdomen, carefully embracing her.

“You should be watching the video, why are you looking elsewhere?”

We sat close together for a more fair judgment, but if you’re not concentrating from the start, there’s no point in holding you like this.

“Ah, I was just thinking about something else for a moment…”

“What were you thinking about?”

“…Do you really need to know that?”

“I need to know to decide whether I can make allowances for you. We’re in the middle of a bet, and not concentrating is disrespectful to me.”

It was a flimsy logic, but not entirely unreasonable. This is indeed a competition and a bet after all.

…But honestly, that was just an excuse because I wanted to tease Nabi. You know that psychology, right? When a guy likes a girl, he wants to tease her to get her attention.

If you call me simple-minded for that, I have no defense, but Nabi’s reactions are just too entertaining to stop. After all, her troubled expression because of my words is just too cute.

“You’re not… wrong. I’m sorry.”

“Really? Then, can I kiss you?”

“What…? A kiss?”

“Yeah, you said you’re sorry, right? So, an apologetic kiss.”

“If… you want to, go ahead.”

Again, the way she gets shy when I create a bit of atmosphere is really lovable. Her outfit is bold, but her behavior is timid, and that contrast subtly tickles my heart.

Having received permission, I’d like to just push her down right now, bet or no bet. But I can’t do that. This is a rare chance. Opportunities to have Nabi do whatever I want don’t come often. So let me make the most of this chance.

Smooch, I kissed her right cheek. She must have been tense inside because as soon as my lips left, Nabi’s shoulders relaxed.

“You said you’d kiss me, but it was just a peck on the cheek?”

“Should I do it on the lips too?”

“No way. You already did it once.”

“There was no condition about it being just once.”

“There was no condition about it being twice either, right?”

This isn’t working. Nabi, who responded defiantly, glanced at me. There’s a smile on her lips, like she thinks she’s won.

…That subtly irritated me, so I lowered my hand and caressed her thigh. When my thick palm touched her, Nabi was startled and straightened her back as if electricity had run through her body.

“Husband, are you a pervert? Why are you suddenly touching someone else’s thigh…!”

“Are we strangers?”

“We’re not strangers. We’re not, but that’s not what I meant…”

Seeing signs that this would turn into a long conversation, I decided to commit fully since I’d already started. I placed my hand on her buttocks. And then, squeeze, I firmly gripped her plump buttocks and kneaded them a couple of times. Nabi’s cheeks instantly flushed. She glared at me with wide eyes.

The emotion in that blush is probably half embarrassment and half shame. Those wide, angry eyes probably contain half anger and half indignation. If I knead more, she’ll really get angry, right? I quickly removed my hand.

“Eek, husband, really…!”

But it seems she’s already angry.

“Husband, what are you doing? You suggested a bet and then you’re just groping someone’s buttocks! It’s almost the new year, are you trying to pick a fight with me from day one?”

“No, I’m not trying to fight… I was just reenacting.”

“Reenacting? What sudden… reenactment?”

To Nabi, who had turned towards me to express her anger, I showed the screen of the phone I was holding. In the video, I was in a similar position as just now, freely kneading Nabi’s buttocks.

“W-what’s your intention in suddenly showing me this? Are you making fun of me right now?”

“I’m not making fun of you. Did you forget our bet?”

If I take the lead and control for 90% of the time, I lose, and if not, Nabi loses. When I mentioned the content of the competition, Nabi’s expression changed instantly.

“I understand what you’re saying. But, what does reenacting you touching my buttocks have to do with this bet?”

“Look, see this.”

It’s extremely embarrassing to say this with my own mouth, but since we need to address it, let’s be clear. I zoomed in a bit on the video that was playing.

In the video, she was straddling my thighs with her knees, kissing my lips while caressing the back of my head. As for me, as I mentioned earlier, I was supporting her while touching her buttocks.

“Doesn’t this look like you’re taking the lead at first glance?”

“W-wait a minute. Just because I’m on top doesn’t mean I’m leading. What’s important is who has the initiative.”

“Right, but can you judge that just by watching this video?”

It’s quite ambiguous if we just look at this scene. Nabi is pressing down on me, but it’s not like I’m just giving in. It’s hard to conclusively say who has the initiative.

Nabi seems to agree with my opinion, as she swallows hard and stares intently at the video. I put down the phone and asked:

“You’re not sure either, right? That’s why we need a reenactment.”

“…Reenactment.”

“If we follow this video exactly, we’ll feel who was more active, who had the initiative. If we combine all that to determine who won, it would be clean, don’t you think?”

“Fine, let’s do it. The reenactment.”

Nabi, who spoke briefly, suddenly embraced my neck. We haven’t even started yet, why is she doing this? I was about to say we should rewind the video to the beginning and continue from there, but before I could open my mouth, she beat me to it.

“Then, open your lips first.”