Ch.293293. After Making Love

Three hours and thirteen minutes.

That’s how long it took for the naughty rabbit… no, for Hwa Nabi to become completely exhausted.

“……Phew.”

How many times did she shudder today? Ten times, or maybe eleven? I remember counting up to seven, but after that I stopped keeping track, so I’m not sure. One thing is certain though—I was too intense, and it drained all of Hwa Nabi’s energy.

The proof is that Hwa Nabi can’t say a word as I hold her waist and help her lie down.

“Nabi.”

“Hwa, huah…… huu, yes…?”

“Never mind. Just rest.”

She might pass out trying to answer. To help her relax, I gently massage her lower abdomen, then get up and walk to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room.

I might have overdone it too, as my head feels a bit dizzy. This symptom always appears when my blood sugar drops, but it gets better if I eat something or drink something sweet.

So first, I need to drink something. The fridge is small, so there isn’t much variety. I’ll pass on carbonated drinks since they hurt my throat. Instead, I take out a sweet honey drink, open the cap, and take a swig.

As the sweet liquid flows down my throat, I feel my energy returning. I take another sip and call out to Hwa Nabi.

“Nabi.”

“……Yesss.”

“This is a sweet drink. If you’re feeling okay, would you like to try some?”

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

When I mention it’s sweet, the exhausted Hwa Nabi eagerly nods. Finding it a bit amusing, I chuckle and sit at the edge of the bed where she’s lying.

“Here, can you drink it yourself?”

“……I can’t. My waist is too weak to get up.”

“Really? Should I feed you then?”

“Mmm, feed me directly, husband.”

Directly, huh. It was quite a suggestive request, but since Hwa Nabi wanted it, I had no choice but to prepare.

With my right arm, I wrapped around her waist so she could lean slightly against me, and with my left hand, I took a sip of the drink.

Then I immediately pressed my lips against hers, mixing our tongues while slowly transferring the drink into her mouth.

“……slurp, mmm, mmmm… gulp.”

As I pass the drink to her as gently and kindly as possible, she swallows it well. This isn’t the kind of thought one should have while doing something bordering on perversion, but watching her like this, she seems a little—no, very—cute.

You know, it’s like those scenes you often see in bird documentaries. A baby bird eating food brought by its mother.

Maybe it’s because her mouth is so small. The sight of Hwa Nabi pressing her lips against mine and receiving the drink overlaps with the feeding scene of baby birds I’ve seen before.

“Mmm…… puha, phew….”

“Want more?”

“Yeah… I want more.”

“Okay, got it.”

After confirming that Hwa Nabi was licking her lips, I repeated the process. Taking a sip of the drink, pressing my lips against hers, and slowly transferring the drink from my mouth to hers.

Perhaps because of the sweet drink in my mouth, a fragrant scent seems to spread everywhere. While patting the cute and lovely Hwa Nabi’s bottom, I fed her the drink a couple more times.

“Haah……”

The plastic bottle was about half empty. Our lips parted. A thread of saliva stretched between where our lips had met.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and wiped hers with my thumb. Her lips were glistening with what might be saliva or the drink. It was another erotic sight in its own way, and as I was blankly admiring it, Hwa Nabi’s face suddenly drew closer.

“……mmph.”

She leaned into my arms, surrendering her body, hugged my waist, and kissed me. A honey-sweet taste spread as her soft skin touched mine.

Although I had already indulged my selfish desires a bit, I hadn’t intended this… but since Hwa Nabi initiated the kiss, I suppose it’s fine.

Thinking it was a good opportunity, I continued the kiss while placing my hand on her fishnet stockings and gently kneading her bottom. No matter how many times I touch it, the sensation feels novel. The soft skin beneath the mesh-like, rough stockings creates a strangely different stimulation that makes it pleasurable to touch. Still, bare skin is best for the bottom. The firmness and elasticity are reduced through the stockings.

……While thinking such crazy thoughts and kneading her bottom, Hwa Nabi suddenly broke the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed.

“……Every time I let my guard down, you touch my bottom, don’t you?”

“Oh, are you awake?”

“I’ve been awake for a while now. Someone made me snap back to my senses.”

“Really? Looks like my heartfelt kiss worked.”

“What am I, Sleeping Beauty or something…?”

She muttered as if in disbelief, so I sneakily kneaded her bottom once more. Her already red cheeks flushed even more.

I expected a scolding or nagging to follow, but surprisingly, Hwa Nabi didn’t get angry. Even though she knew I was touching her bottom, she just stared at me calmly with strangely composed eyes.

“……Aren’t you mad?”

Meeting her gaze, I felt guilty and asked first.

“Why, would you like me to be angry?”

“Not really, but you don’t like it when I touch your bottom.”

“I’ve told you it’s not that I completely dislike it, right? You can touch it, but don’t just squeeze it without warning—create the mood first and then touch.”

“Squeeze? That’s a bit of an exaggeration…”

If someone heard that, they’d think I was really squeezing hard. I’m a man with some sense. I know it would hurt if I did that carelessly, so when I touch her bottom, I completely relax my hand and knead gently.

It takes two to clap, right? It wouldn’t be respectful to Hwa Nabi if I enjoyed it alone. When I explained my sexual values, Hwa Nabi narrowed her eyes and glared at me.

“You’re saying such perverted things with incredible confidence. Have you done so many lewd things that even your brain has become lewd?”

I could let the first two comments slide, but what does having a lewd brain even mean? Curious, I asked, and she pointed to her nape with her finger.

“Look at this. Is this something a normal person would do?”

Hwa Nabi’s nape was covered with lip marks—kiss marks I had left. Not just her nape, but also her chest, shoulders, collarbone, and even near her armpits had traces.

Would anyone believe that all of these were made by me alone in just three hours? I did it, but it was a bit excessive. If I were to make an excuse, it was because I got too excited by Hwa Nabi’s comments, but saying that probably wouldn’t help.

With nothing to say even if I had ten mouths, I averted my gaze. Hwa Nabi placed her hand on my collarbone and murmured while gently stroking it.

“Husband, you wouldn’t mind if I leave some marks too, right?”

I don’t mind, but in situations like this, I should say I don’t even if I did. I just nodded. Hwa Nabi leaned her upper body forward.

“Where should I leave it so it’s visible?”

“Usually people worry about the opposite…”

“……Usually? Husband, have you left kiss marks on other women besides me?”

She knows that’s not what I meant, but she’s deliberately asking. Normally, I would have quickly denied it, but I suddenly became curious about what would happen if I didn’t answer.

So I remained silent, and Hwa Nabi’s brow twitched. She looked strangely irritated.

“Why aren’t you answering? Did you really leave marks on someone else?”

“Not kiss marks, but I have taken photos before.”

“……Photos? Photos?”

It was a meaningless comment I threw out to change the subject, but something seemed to bother her, and she pressed me for more information.

‘When we went to Japan together before, I took a photo with a young girl.’

I prepared my response mentally and was about to answer slowly when—ouch. A familiar sensation on my nape. Hwa Nabi, who had been waiting for my answer, left a kiss mark without further ado.

“Aren’t you going to answer quickly?”

“……Calm down first. It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What do you think I’m thinking?”

It’s obvious. Though she pretends not to be, she’s extremely possessive, so she’s probably imagining infidelity or something similar. It’s happened a few times before.

Each time, I had to sweat to explain that it wasn’t true. She’s tolerant in other areas, but she reacts sensitively when she mistakenly thinks another woman is involved. Well, that’s understandable, I suppose.

“You seem to be misunderstanding something strange, but that’s not it. You know, remember when we went to Japan last time and visited the shrine? I took a photo of a little girl there. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, so?”

“What do you mean ‘so’? That’s literally it.”

“I understand what you’re saying. But still, you did take a photo with a female, right?”

“……Huh?”

“It wasn’t a male, right? Isn’t a girl a female?”

Well, biologically speaking, yes, she’s female. But usually, when we say “woman,” we refer to someone who has at least reached an age where a certain feminine aura can be felt.

A “girl” is literally a female “child.” She can’t be seen as a romantic interest, and shouldn’t be. But Hwa Nabi, ignoring such social norms, grabbed both my cheeks and interrogated me.

“Husband, you cheated on me?”

“Ah… okay, let’s say a girl is a woman as you say. But calling it cheating just because I took one photo is a bit…”

“Then, can I take photos with other men too?”

“Absolutely not. What kind of nonsense is that? I can’t bear to see such a thing until the day I die.”

Imagining Hwa Nabi taking photos with some strange man made me so agitated that words flew out of my mouth without thinking. And then I realized.

I had just dug my own grave.

“Did you do wrong, or not?”

“……I did wrong, I’m sorry.”

“Just with words?”

Hwa Nabi’s gaze lowered to my waistband as she murmured softly. Her glistening eyes looked ominous, and I could roughly guess what she wanted… but honestly, I’m at my physical limit. Even continuous sessions need a little rest time in between, and I had just gone all out without considering that.

So, just as I was about to say I was too tired, Hwa Nabi came closer and gently removed my shirt. Is she really going to start regardless?

“Hmm….”

I was inwardly tense, but that wasn’t it. Hwa Nabi put on my shirt and slipped her arms into it. Naturally, it was too big for her, and the sleeves were too long. Struggling a bit because of that, she buttoned the bottom three buttons.

The top buttons remained undone, so the front of the shirt was open, fully exposing her upper chest and collarbone. Since the shirt was long, it slightly covered her lower body, just barely hiding her underwear, giving the illusion at first glance that she wasn’t wearing any.

“……”

A dress shirt with a glimpse of the chest, no visible bottoms, and fishnet stockings below the thighs.

The more I look, the more sinful it feels. My Adam’s apple involuntarily bobs. Just quietly looking at her like this feels like committing a sin.

“How is it?”

“Huh? What?”

“Wearing it like this, does it make you feel a bit excited?”

“……”

Yes.