Ch.320320. Sweet Things Go Well When You’re Drunk

When you’re drinking, there are times when the rising intoxication suddenly disappears. People often describe this as reaching the point where “alcohol calls for more alcohol,” and that’s exactly how I feel right now.

…Not only did she place my hand on her chest, but she asked “Looks delicious, doesn’t it?” Is Hwa Nabi secretly drinking too?

I’m already having a hard time holding back, and I wish she wouldn’t say such things while dressed as a sexy nurse. My heart is pounding so hard I could die.

“Husband, sit here.”

Hwa Nabi scurried to the table and pulled out a chair. I walked slowly to calm my racing heart, but she tapped the backrest impatiently, urging me to hurry.

My, someone’s in quite a rush. With no choice, I quickly went over and plopped down on the chair.

“There, happy now?”

“Hmm… no. The decoration is still lacking.”

Before I could ask what decoration she meant, Hwa Nabi was already moving. She grabbed my shoulders and, with remarkable swiftness, climbed onto my lap.

She wasn’t facing me directly but sitting sideways, almost in a princess carry position, which made it somewhat less awkward. What is this? The unexpected skinship left me a bit bewildered.

Whether this could even be called skinship is… let’s set that aside for now. Despite my confusion, I embraced her to provide support. Even in this disoriented state, I must have held her often enough for it to become second nature.

“You know what to do without me saying anything now.”

“…I guess so.”

I wasn’t sure if I should like this or not. Just as I was trying to seriously consider it, Hwa Nabi reached toward the table.

“You can still drink more, right?”

“Yeah, one more bottle is fine, but are we drinking like this?”

“Why? Don’t you like being with me like this?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

No man in this world dislikes being close to a lovely woman. I’m a man too, so of course I don’t dislike it—I enjoy it. I enjoy it, but I’m concerned about Hwa Nabi’s well-being.

It’s awkward to say this myself, but my self-control isn’t particularly impressive. I wasn’t always like this, but since meeting Hwa Nabi, my restraint has gradually loosened. These days, I’m like a sand castle that collapses at the slightest touch.

And now that I’ve been drinking, I’m like a fallen leaf that gets swept away by the slightest breeze. I’m worried something serious might happen if Hwa Nabi stimulates me even a little.

“I’m asking if you can handle the consequences.”

“My, are you threatening me now?”

“Not threatening, just trying to scare you a bit…”

“Huh, I understand your intention, but do you think telling me everything will frighten me?”

“…Ah.”

That’s true. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but my thoughts aren’t connecting properly. Belatedly realizing this, I nodded, and Hwa Nabi gently stroked my head.

“Our husband has become so cute after drinking. Why are you so honest now? Hehe.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always very honest.”

“Hmm… I suppose our husband is generally honest, isn’t he?”

It’s nice that she’s complimenting me, but her gaze is drifting downward. Specifically to my abdomen, or more precisely, below that.

“This part is very honest too.”

“…All men are like that.”

“It gets like this just from hugging? Heh, that’s a lie.”

“It’s not a lie. You’ve been with me long enough to know. This just happens, sometimes for no reason at all.”

Any man would understand. That thing that pops up just when you think it’s forgotten, that thing that sometimes rises without any reason and causes trouble.

Because it was so assertive, I often found myself in awkward situations during my school days. The reason was, of course, because of Hwa Nabi…

“So, right now it’s like this for no reason?”

“…”

“Husband, why aren’t you answering?”

“No comment…”

I unconsciously avoided answering. Even though I know that avoiding in this situation is itself an excellent answer.

I’m not sure why I did that. Perhaps it was an unconscious defense mechanism, but whatever the reason, it doesn’t change the fact that I made a mistake.

Hwa Nabi smiled brightly.

“No comment means I can think whatever I want, right?”

“Well…”

“…Hmph.”

Hwa Nabi, nestled in my arms, shifted her entire body. As her body gently swayed, her bottom, covered by the miniskirt, pressed against my pants.

A strange pressure sensation from below. A “huh” sound escaped my lips.

I tried to close my mouth, but it was too late. Hwa Nabi must have heard it too, as she quietly laughed and reached out her right arm to wrap around my neck.

“Husband, what was that sound just now?”

“What? It was nothing.”

“No, I definitely heard a strange sound.”

As if urging me to speak, she pressed her chest against me and gently tickled my chin with her left hand.

This is completely treating her husband like a pet. I wanted to say something, but right now Hwa Nabi has the upper hand. If I speak carelessly, I won’t even get my principal back.

Thinking I’d be halfway there if I kept my mouth shut, I endured without saying anything despite her tickling my chin. But her hand movements became increasingly playful.

At first, she just gently rubbed my lower jaw, then she raised her finger to poke my cheek, pressed my lips, pinched and stretched my cheeks with her thumb and index finger, and finally patted the back of my head gently as if praising a pet.

“Heh, our husband. Why do you get cuter with each passing day?”

Smooch. Hwa Nabi’s lips lightly touched my cheek. She seems to be doing this because she finds me cute, but from my perspective receiving the kiss, it feels quite strange. After all, she’s treating me like some pet.

It’s not entirely unpleasant. If I had to categorize it as good or bad, it would be more on the good side. Either way, Hwa Nabi is doing this because she likes me.

But is it okay to continue like this? I’m a man too. As a man, it hurts my pride to keep surrendering control to a woman when we’re alone.

A man should have a mountain-like presence. This won’t do. I moved my right hand and placed it on Hwa Nabi’s navel. Just as I was about to move it slowly…

“Here, take this glass.”

Hwa Nabi suddenly offered me a wine glass. I naturally raised my right hand and took it.

“…”

Wait, this isn’t right. I realized something was wrong and tried to put it down, but before I could, Hwa Nabi had already uncorked the bottle.

Glug, glug. My wine glass filled about a third of the way. Hwa Nabi also filled her own glass and held it out slightly. She wanted to make a toast.

“Cheers.”

“…Cheers.”

After lightly clinking glasses, I sipped slowly. It’s sweet. It has the aroma and taste that sweet-food-loving Hwa Nabi would enjoy.

“Mmm… nice.”

As I expected, Hwa Nabi expressed her enjoyment with her whole body, even blinking her eyes. I feel proud that she likes what I carefully selected.

“How is it? Sweet and delicious, right?”

“Yes, it’s really delicious. It’s similar to sweet champagne?”

She must have liked the wine, as she sipped until the glass was almost empty. I quickly picked up the bottle to refill her glass.

“Why aren’t you drinking, husband?”

“I am drinking! You’re just too fast.”

“Heh, that won’t do. You should keep pace with the person you’re drinking with.”

“If I empty my glass at your pace, we’ll need another bottle in five minutes.”

Hwa Nabi, barely listening to me, sipped her wine. Her cheeks are slightly puffed up. It seems she’s holding the wine in her mouth to savor it slowly. Could she be sulking because of what I said?

I chuckled and patted her waist. I meant to say it’s okay to drink as much as she wants, even if we need another bottle.

But Hwa Nabi seemed to misunderstand something. She smiled crookedly, put down her wine glass, and wrapped both hands around my neck.

“Wait, Nabi? What are you doing?”

Sensing something suspicious, I put down my wine glass.

But it was already too late. As soon as I set down my glass, Hwa Nabi brought her face close and pressed her lips against mine, with wine still in her mouth.

Through our connected lips, sweet wine flowed into my mouth. This kind of kiss was a first for me, and in my surprise, I accepted about half the wine she passed to me.

“…Heh, slurp, gulp… phew.”

“…”

Swallowing each other’s saliva during kisses is common enough, but I never thought I’d be receiving so much liquid this way. After gulping down the wine, I gently stroked Hwa Nabi’s back.

I meant for us to calm down and catch our breath, and Hwa Nabi seemed to understand as she separated her lips from mine. Both of us were breathing heavily; she must have had as much difficulty breathing as I did.

“Phew, haah… heh, wine kissing is seriously difficult, isn’t it?”

“That was a wine kiss…?”

“Kissing while drinking wine—that’s a wine kiss, right?”

“It felt very different from the wine kiss I know…”

The wine kisses shown in dramas are incredibly romantic, but experiencing it firsthand was, well… You can’t fully enjoy the kiss, and you can’t properly savor the wine either… it was a somewhat awkward kiss.

Indeed, the skinship portrayed in media is all lies. I wiped my wine-stained lips with the back of my hand.

“Husband, shall we do it once more?”

“Can’t we just kiss normally…?”

“Come on, husband. Let’s try it one more time. Please? Really, just once more.”

“No, Nabi, why do you even like this…”

“If you do it just once more, I’ll grant you one wish. How about it?”

“…Well, just once more then.”