Ch.295295. Rabbit, Bikini, Shower Room.

“…….”

“Husband, your mouth is open.”

“……Ah, yeah.”

I snapped out of my daze. Is this really Hwa Nabi I’m looking at? I’m completely stunned by her outfit—it doesn’t feel real at all.

Hwa Nabi in a black bikini swimsuit with bunny ears. This can’t possibly be reality….

“Are you done with your shower?”

Hwa Nabi in her bikini approaches me. One step, two steps. With each step, her characteristically voluminous chest bounces, and my eyes inevitably bounce along with it.

I’m realizing anew that this is truly a sight beyond my poor vocabulary’s ability to describe. Breasts are fundamentally just lumps of fat, yet how can they so completely captivate one’s attention?

Just looking at them makes all sorts of inappropriate thoughts flood my mind. What would they feel like if I touched them? What scent would I smell if I embraced her from the front?…

Lost in these fantasies, I unconsciously gulped. Hwa Nabi looked at me strangely, then turned off the faucet.

“Husband, are you sick? Why aren’t you answering?”

“Ah… no, um. I’m not done washing yet. I was about to clean my body.”

“Really? That’s perfect timing. I’ll lather you up and wash you, so turn around and sit down.”

“You’ll wash me yourself…?”

“Yes. It’s been a while since we washed each other. So, how about it?”

“…….”

“What, don’t you want me to?”

No, I like it. I really like it.

“……Then just my back, please.”

Suppressing the joy threatening to escape, I barely managed to nod.

Hmm, stay calm. Only amateurs would show their excitement here. The attitude I need to maintain is my usual self—seemingly indifferent yet not completely uninterested.

It’s not like this is our first time washing each other; we’ve done it several times before. So there’s no need to get particularly excited. Just stay calm and act normal.

Making a promise to myself not to be surprised no matter what happens, I pulled over a small stool and sat down. I hear rustling behind me. Then the noise stops, and something soft touches my back.

“Is this pressure okay?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

I hear a scrubbing sound as foam covers my back. I sit with my hands clasped in front of my groin, waiting for Hwa Nabi to finish.

Due to the shower room’s structure, there’s no mirror, so I can’t see what’s happening behind me… but from the soft objects and firm objects that occasionally brush against me, I can roughly guess how Hwa Nabi is scrubbing my back.

“Hiss, haaah…!”

“You don’t need to work so hard….”

Well, when inappropriate things keep touching me, my inappropriate parts start responding too. It’s a perfectly natural, physiological reaction that I can’t control, so I covered it with the towel I was holding.

“There, your back is done.”

“Ah, right. Thanks. So…”

“Now I’ll do the front, so turn this way.”

“You’re doing the front too?”

“You’re going to wash the front anyway. Let’s just finish it all at once, shall we?”

Even if she suggests doing the side dishes while cooking the rice, I can’t readily nod in agreement, can I? That’s because due to all the physical stimulation, the part of me that I can’t control is currently asserting its presence.

If I turn around now, it’ll be completely obvious. I’m not trying to brag, but covering it with a towel won’t hide anything. It’s not small enough to be concealed by a thin towel….

While I hesitated, lost in these thoughts, Hwa Nabi grabbed my wrist and pulled me. Figuring further resistance would be futile, I awkwardly turned around.

“What’s this towel for?”

“……Don’t ask when you already know.”

Her intention in asking something so obvious is clear. She’s probably trying to tease me. But knowing that doesn’t help me avoid the situation, so I just mumbled while staring at the bathtub, which made Hwa Nabi chuckle. I must look pretty funny.

Hwa Nabi squeezed body wash onto a bath towel, gently rubbed it to create foam, and then scrubbed my chest. I hadn’t noticed when I was facing away, but seeing her from the front like this gives me a strange, ticklish feeling.

Having a woman smaller, cuter, and more lovable than me wash my body is really embarrassing. Actually, until now, we’ve only had intense skinship under the pretense of washing each other. This is the first time we’re seriously washing each other’s bodies.

Having this precious first experience with Hwa Nabi in such a sexy outfit… it simultaneously makes me feel like I’m making her do something improper and makes my heart race.

“Husband, stretch out your right arm.”

“Oh, okay.”

Hwa Nabi tucked my arm between her armpits and began carefully washing it with the bath towel. Each time her hand moves back and forth, her large chest bounces along with it.

……Staring at this would be impolite. But looking away would be such a waste. After all, I can only see Hwa Nabi in a bikini during summer.

Well, of course, she would wear it if I asked her to… but if I made such a request, what would she think of me? She’d probably consider me a pervert with transparent intentions.

“Now the left arm.”

I feel like something strange might come out if I open my mouth, so I silently offered my left arm. Just like before, Hwa Nabi tucked my arm between her armpits and carefully began washing it. And naturally, her chest bounces along…

“…….”

I don’t know where to look. We’re married, so is it okay to just look? Or would it be polite to avert my eyes? I wish someone would step in and give me a clear answer. Then I could either enjoy the view with peace of mind or keep my gaze averted.

“Hey, husband.”

“Oh, what?”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?”

“Huh? What do you…”

“I went to the trouble of dressing like this, so why are you looking elsewhere instead of at me?”

“……Huh?”

For a moment, I doubted my hearing. What did she just say? As I was about to ask again, Hwa Nabi pulled her chair closer.

“I wore this bikini to give you an eyeful, but you’re wasting it by looking away. Don’t you think?”

“No, that’s…”

“Like this, you know? Pretend to accidentally touch me, or stare intensely. And if you feel moved, suddenly hug me and kiss me. That’s why I wore this in the first place.”

“…….”

I thought I was the only one having all these inappropriate thoughts, but apparently that wasn’t the case. I was momentarily dumbfounded by Hwa Nabi’s statement, which seemed to mirror my exact fantasies.

I unconsciously stared blankly at Hwa Nabi. She stood up abruptly while holding my wrist. My legs naturally straightened as well.

Click, swoosh.

Warm water pours from the shower head. Hwa Nabi had turned on the faucet. She pulled me under the flowing water, then tossed her bunny ear headband to the floor.

“It’s waterproof, so it’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“The bunny ears. You were looking at them with interest.”

I wasn’t particularly interested; my gaze just happened to fall there. As I was about to reply, Hwa Nabi swept her wet bangs to the side.

Hwa Nabi with a very different, slightly rougher hairstyle than usual. Perhaps because of the change in style, her eyes seem a bit fiercer too. How should I put it—it’s as if she’s upset with me for not understanding her feelings.

……Wait, it’s not just that she seems upset—she actually is upset, isn’t she? It seems like Hwa Nabi was trying to seduce me by washing my body, but I didn’t realize and averted my eyes.

“Really, husband, you’re good in every way… but you overthink things too much.”

“……”

“You should just close your eyes and do what you want.”

“……That would cause trouble.”

It was hard to just listen silently, so I said something. Do whatever I want? If I did that, Hwa Nabi might not live to see another day. That’s not an exaggeration—it’s the truth.

“Trouble? What kind of trouble? How would trouble happen?”

“Well, that’s…”

“Husband, it looks like there’s already trouble down here.”

Hwa Nabi glanced at my lower abdomen and muttered. Feeling caught, I slightly covered my lower body with my hand and replied.

“This level of trouble happens every day…”

“You’re saying there would be even bigger trouble than this?”

“Probably.”

“Now I’m curious about what kind of trouble you mean. Won’t you show me directly?”

“I told you, that would be a big problem…?”

“Husband, you know what.”

“Yeah?”

“Whenever you talk all mysteriously like that… it’s kind of funny?”

“……?”

“You know? You always make these big threats, but in the end, nothing happens.”

This was another statement that was difficult to listen to silently, but for a different reason.

I don’t know about other things, but bringing up bedroom matters in front of a man? This is something I can’t just let slide for the sake of male pride….

“Since we’re on the topic, honestly, husband, you’re not that good at it.”

“What…?”

“My friends told me that when you sleep with someone who’s really good, you can’t even speak properly afterward. But that’s rarely happened with you…”

“……Nabi.”

I turned off the faucet and gently pushed her shoulders so her back rested against the wall. I did it to scare her a little.

But far from being scared, Hwa Nabi lifted her chin and looked straight at me, as if challenging me to do something about it. Even though she knows nothing good will come from such a defiant attitude.

“I can still pretend this never happened if you apologize now.”

“Why? What are you going to do if I don’t apologize?”

“You’ll be in for a rough time.”

“After all that big talk earlier, you still have energy left?”

“So, you have no intention of apologizing.”

I murmured softly as I gently grasped her chin. Her emerald eyes reflect my image.

Provoking a man while dressed in such provocative clothing… that means she’s prepared for the consequences, right?

Having made up my mind, I brought my face closer. Hwa Nabi flinched in surprise and pulled her upper body back, pushing her hips backward.

“……Wait a minute. Husb—I mean, husband. Your eyes look strange.”

“What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“That’s the look you get when you’re having really weird thoughts. It’s not like I haven’t been through this before… Ah!”

As her mumbled excuses were about to get longer, I grabbed her wrist, indicating I didn’t want to hear any more.

With her wrist in my grip, she looked at me in confusion and gulped.

“Nabi.”

“Yes…?”

“You just said it, right? That when you sleep with someone who’s really good, you can’t even speak properly afterward.”

“I-I did say that. But that wasn’t my opinion! It was just a joke that came up when talking with friends….”

“Is that so? Even better. Then make sure to tell your friends later.”

“……Tell them what?”

“That the saying about not being able to breathe properly when you’re with someone good—it wasn’t just talk, but the truth.”

Because I’m going to make it so.