Ch.291291. When You Think You Know Everything

As Hwa Nabi pressed her body against me one-sidedly, I was pushed back while sitting until my back hit the headboard of the bed.

Though I’d only lightly touched it so it didn’t hurt, it was quite suffocating with her knee pressing against my thigh while her arms were wrapped around my neck.

Even when I patted or gently stroked her back to calm her down a bit, Hwa Nabi seemed to take it as skinship from me and clung even tighter, licking my lower lip.

“Mmm… mmhmm, hah…”

In a hotel room with just the two of us, she was actively leading the kiss while dressed as a sexy bunny girl. Normally, I would have happily reciprocated and properly engaged with her, but this was merely a reenactment of before.

In other words, we were supposed to match our skinship with our movements in the video… but Hwa Nabi didn’t seem to care about that as she moved her right hand from around my neck downward to unbutton my shirt.

“……”

We must have really become an inseparable couple. To be able to unbutton a dress shirt with one hand without even looking below the neck—something I couldn’t have imagined at the beginning of this year.

Well… I can also undo her underwear straps with my eyes closed. I’ve done it so many times that I can do it just by touch, though I can’t demonstrate now since there are no straps or underwear.

“Haaah……”

After biting, sucking, and licking my lower lip, Hwa Nabi seemed to run out of breath and pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Glistening saliva, whose it was I couldn’t tell, smeared across the back of her hand.

I stared blankly at the sight before pulling out a wet wipe from beside the bed and handing it to her. I meant for her to wipe her hand, but after taking it, Hwa Nabi wiped my mouth instead, then my chest.

“Nabi, what are you doing?”

“Fruit should be washed before eating.”

“…Am I fruit?”

And this isn’t washing, it’s wiping. I was about to say that when Hwa Nabi pressed her thumb against my lips.

She pressed firmly for about three seconds, then removed her hand and said with a grin:

“A++.”

“Huh?”

“My husband’s lip grade. A++. Soft, sweet. Tastes good too.”

“This is clearly sexual harassment…”

“Come on, how can it be harassment between spouses? It’s all said with good intentions.”

The heater seems to be taking effect. The room was already warm, and with our bodies pressed together, I felt a drop of sweat forming on my neck.

Given our position, I couldn’t wipe it away. I left it alone, and the drop of sweat trickled down my neck toward my chest.

“Wow… husband.”

“What?”

“What was that sweat drop just now? It was so sexy. You’re not intentionally trying to seduce me, are you?”

It’s not like I can control my sweating at will—how would that even be possible? I was about to answer with a chuckle when Hwa Nabi leaned her upper body forward.

Her chest pressed against mine, and then our lips met. Below my neck, I felt something soft and supple; above it, something sweet and gentle.

As we fumbled with each other’s bodies, we naturally held hands and interlocked our fingers. Her long, slender fingers slipped between mine.

Like a fire quickly growing when it catches dry kindling, the happiness in my chest was suddenly revived. I wanted to forget about the reenactment and just kiss her and take her right now. But if I did that, wouldn’t I be at a disadvantage later? I could already see Hwa Nabi claiming that I forfeited, so she won by default.

To prevent such a disaster, I needed to proceed as agreed. Then I could slowly persuade her when the mood was right. Having quickly organized my thoughts, I glanced aside.

In the video on the phone, now neglected as we kissed and touched, our past selves were half-undressed and feeling each other up. Since we were on our honeymoon and in bed, it was natural behavior… but watching it now was rather embarrassing, to be honest.

Had I really touched Hwa Nabi so roughly like that? I was gripping her buttocks tightly like kneading rice cakes, not letting go. I thought I was being considerate in my own way, but seeing it now… Massaging her buttocks like that with my calloused hands would definitely be unpleasant from Hwa Nabi’s perspective.

“…Husband?”

I came back to my senses when she tapped my forehead. I must have been staring at my past self in the video without realizing it.

“Oh, yeah.”

“What are you staring at so intently? The video?”

“Yeah… well.”

It’s not the kind of thought one would normally have in the middle of kissing, but seeing my shameful behavior from a third-person perspective gave me a lot to think about. I felt I should restrain myself from touching her buttocks too.

With such complicated feelings, I just mumbled with my lips, and Hwa Nabi smiled knowingly.

“You suddenly went quiet. Having a lot of thoughts?”

“…Nabi.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“I’m just asking in case… do you dislike it when I touch your butt?”

“Hmm, didn’t you ask that question before?”

“I know, but your feelings might have changed by now…”

I asked sincerely and waited for a sincere answer. Hwa Nabi seemed to realize I wasn’t joking.

She furrowed her brow and thought for a while, then interlocked her fingers with mine again and looked at me directly.

“Husband, do you remember what I answered before?”

“Before? Let’s see, what did you say…”

Was it something like don’t do it? It was more than half a year ago, so my memory is vague. As I trailed off, Hwa Nabi suddenly took my right hand and placed it on her chest.

“Since you don’t seem to remember, I’ll tell you again.”

“Uh…”

“Husband, you know my preference.”

She squeezed our interlocked hands tightly, then suddenly stopped speaking. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Taking a breath, she met my eyes and spoke again.

“I like it when you… you know, are rough with me.”

“Ah…”

Right… that’s how it was. I think I heard it and used it well at the time. But we’ve both been so busy since then that I completely forgot. Forgetting something so important—am I really that stupid?

“You understand now…?”

“Yeah, but you know.”

“Yes?”

“If I really am rough, wouldn’t you dislike it a little? Like, grabbing your butt aggressively like just now…”

“…Husband, are you really that clueless?”

“Huh…?”

I was asking carefully when my mind suddenly went blank. Hwa Nabi’s tone was concerning. It was like she was saying, “Are you seriously asking that?”

As I tried to retrace our conversation, Hwa Nabi placed her hand over the back of my right hand. Then she pressed down firmly.

…Which meant I was inadvertently massaging her chest. The sensation was wonderful, but it was such an unexpected action that I pulled my hand away in surprise.

“Nabi, why did you suddenly…”

“Husband, look at me.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Just now when you touched my chest, did I seem like I disliked it?”

“……”

She didn’t seem to dislike it. If she had, she wouldn’t have let me touch her in the first place. I shook my head.

“Then, how about now?”

Hwa Nabi grabbed my right wrist again and pulled it to her buttocks, repeating what she’d just done.

After making me knead her firm buttocks a couple of times, she looked into my eyes intently.

“Do I seem like I dislike it now?”

“No, you don’t seem to now. But usually, you don’t react like this. Sometimes you really seem angry…”

“…You idiot.”

Cutting off my protest, Hwa Nabi leaned in sharply. Suddenly we were close enough to feel each other’s breath. She moved even closer and whispered in my ear.

—You should be able to tell whether I’m just playing hard to get or genuinely dislike it. Our husband isn’t that clueless, is he?

“……”

I felt my words catch in my throat.

So what Hwa Nabi was saying… was that among the reactions of dislike she’d shown until now, some weren’t genuine but just playing hard to get?

The shocking revelation felt like being hit on the back of the head with a hammer. They say people can’t speak properly when they’re too surprised, and that’s exactly how I felt.

I’d always thought she completely disliked having her butt touched, but that wasn’t the case.

“Husband, be honest. You couldn’t tell the difference until now, could you?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know…”

There was no point in denying it. When I admitted it honestly, Hwa Nabi snickered. She probably didn’t intend to mock me, but that laugh made my confidence plummet.

Honestly, even I find myself pathetic. We’ve been together for quite a while, and I thought I could understand her feelings just by looking at her eyes. But that wasn’t the case at all?

They say the moment you think you know everything is when you actually know nothing, and that’s exactly right. What made me so confident that I understood everything about Hwa Nabi…

“Our husband needs to study women’s hearts more. Don’t you?”

“I do…”

“…Heh, you’re cute.”

Hwa Nabi, laughing softly, pulled me into a hug. A soft, gentle sensation enveloped my face. There was also a fragrant scent.

Normally, this would have been a cozy healing time that washed away all my worries, but for some reason, my heart was sinking lower and lower. The reason was obvious—the groundless confidence I had was completely exposed.

My mental state must have cracked because my head felt numb. When I didn’t react and just breathed quietly, Hwa Nabi asked playfully:

“Husband, why are you so lifeless? You should cheer up. Our bet isn’t over yet.”

“…Let’s just say you won.”

The shock must have been really big. I don’t feel like competing or betting anymore. Right now, I just want to lie down and rest.

“Husband… are you really that shocked?”

Hwa Nabi gently stroked my head. Instead of answering, I let out a hot sigh.

“No answer, no energy. You really are shocked…”

“……”

“This won’t do. My dear husband, I’ll have to give you some service to cheer you up. …Ahem, husband? Lift your head a bit.”