Ch.321321. Once Becomes Twice

Of all the lies people tell in this world, if asked to pick the most common one, it would probably be “just one more time.”

Why? Because hardly anyone who says “just once more” actually stops after that one time.

There’s a saying that the first lie is the hardest, but the second becomes easier. This isn’t just true for lies—it applies to everything in life.

One time becomes two, two becomes three, and three becomes a habit. Just look at what’s happening now. I allowed one strange wine kiss, and now I’ve lost count of how many we’ve had.

“There, this is the last one.”

“That’s the fifth time you’ve said it’s the last…”

“Hehe, this is really the last one. Now, open up.”

Either she doesn’t know what “last” means, or she’s too drunk to remember. We finished the first bottle long ago, and we’re already halfway through the second.

Since we’re sharing, does that mean we’ll have had a bottle each when we finish this one? At 16% alcohol content, it’s definitely not weak, but the way she keeps making me drink, I can hardly tell how strong it is.

“Open up.”

“…Ah.”

As soon as I reluctantly part my lips, she pushes the wine glass toward me. Apparently, I don’t have the option to refuse.

The wine is already open, and someone has to finish it. I can’t exactly refuse what’s offered, so I stare blankly at the crimson liquid swirling in the glass.

I close my eyes tightly and reluctantly drink it. Gulp—the sweet wine slides smoothly down my alcohol-coated throat.

“Hey, why did you drink it all by yourself?”

“Wasn’t I supposed to drink it?”

“I didn’t give it to you to drink alone—it was for a wine kiss!”

“Oh.”

Right, that’s what it was. Without thinking, when the familiar liquid touched my tongue, I reflexively swallowed it all.

“Open your mouth again.”

“My mouth? Why?”

“Why? You drank it, so now you need to hold some in your mouth. Come on, open up.”

“Can’t we just drink normally…?”

“That wouldn’t be any fun.”

I don’t know what’s so fun about it. I already had plenty to drink at the company dinner, and now it seems she’s determined to finish me off.

Even when I turn my face away to refuse, she keeps pushing the wine glass toward my lips. She clearly won’t give up until I take it.

“You know this will be our second bottle, right?”

“We’re sharing, so we’ve only had one bottle each, right?”

“One bottle of wine each is already a lot…”

As I open my mouth to reply, she takes the opportunity to pour in more wine. I almost swallow it reflexively again, but when Hwa Nabi widens her eyes in alarm, I quickly stop.

“That’s right, good boy.”

“…”

This is really like being treated as a pet. Hwa Nabi puts down the wine glass and holds my cheeks with both hands. Then she gently pulls me toward her, and her intention is clear. She wants to continue with the wine kiss we couldn’t do earlier.

Ah, the feeling is strange—I’d rather just kiss normally. But would saying so make any difference? She’s oddly stubborn about these things.

Let’s just go along with it quickly and get it over with. Having made up my mind, I make the first move. I embrace her as she continues using my thigh as her seat, and go straight for the kiss.

She opens her eyes wide, apparently not expecting me to take the initiative. But that only lasts a moment before her expression softens and she looks at me with smiling eyes.

‘What’s this? Finally in the mood?’

‘…That’s not it.’

‘Then what is it?’

If I answered honestly, she’d probably get more upset. Ending our silent conversation, I focused on the kiss.

What Hwa Nabi wants is the act of sharing wine while kissing… I parted my lips slightly and slowly passed the wine I’d been holding in my mouth.

Our tongues naturally touch, and our chests press together. Already quite drunk, we forgot about our bodies touching and held each other tightly, trying to get even closer.

“…Whew.”

Whether it’s the wine’s aroma or Hwa Nabi’s scent, some sweet fragrance seems to tickle my nose. The longer we kiss, the stronger that sweet scent becomes, until it makes my head tingle.

“Mmm, wait a second.”

“What?”

“You’re holding me too tight.”

Was I embracing her too firmly without realizing it? Being drunk makes it hard to control my strength. I loosened my grip on Hwa Nabi’s body slightly. She smiled and gently ruffled my hair, like praising an obedient pet.

“My husband is becoming more and more admirable these days.”

“And you seem to be treating me more and more like a pet…”

“Hehe, no? I’ve never done that.”

“…”

I narrowed my eyes at Hwa Nabi, silently asking, ‘Really, never?’

“When have you ever seen me lie?”

“Well, sometimes you do.”

“…Wow, I’m shocked. So you’ve been thinking of me as a bad woman who tells lies?”

“No, that’s not exactly what I meant…”

Normally I would have denied it, but under the influence of alcohol, I answered honestly. Hwa Nabi put her hands on both my shoulders.

“This won’t do. Let’s play a truth game.”

“Why suddenly a truth game…?”

“Since you don’t seem to trust me, I’ll prove my sincerity with a game where we can only answer truthfully. Come on, you’ll play, right?”

I didn’t mean I didn’t trust her, just that she occasionally tells white lies. But Hwa Nabi must be drunk too, as she misunderstood and started shaking my shoulders.

“Well… if you really want to, go ahead.”

“Great. Here are the rules: we take turns asking questions and must answer only with the truth. Answers should be yes or no, and if you can’t answer, you drink a glass of wine as penalty. Deal?”

I knew she sometimes says strange things when drunk, but suddenly suggesting a truth game? It seemed awkward to refuse, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask.

When I think of truth games, I imagine mischievous questions like “who do you like?” at drinking parties with multiple people. But what kind of questions would we ask when it’s just the two of us, a married couple?

I couldn’t guess her intentions, but I figured she must have something she’s curious about. Having sorted my thoughts, I nodded.

“Okay, deal. Who goes first?”

“You go first.”

“Um… is it really okay if I go first?”

“Yes, why?”

“Usually the first person has an advantage in these games, so I wasn’t sure.”

“I’ll decide how intense my questions will be after hearing what you ask, so it’s fine.”

What is this, a warning not to ask anything weird? After hearing Hwa Nabi’s not-quite-threat, I quickly changed my first question. I was actually planning to ask something a bit naughty, but I might not get away with it.

When it comes to these things, Hwa Nabi is one step ahead of me, and if we start getting serious, I’ll end up losing.

“Alright, here’s my question. First question: You’re always having dirty thoughts when you look at me, aren’t you?”

“Yes. My turn now, right?”

“…Yes? Not no?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Oh… really?”

“What? Didn’t you already know?”

No, I didn’t know at all. I thought she would deny it shyly, but she nodded so confidently that I wasn’t sure how to react.

It would be strange to act like I knew, but also strange to act surprised. So I could only respond with an awkward “Hmm, I see…”

“Anyway, it’s your turn to answer now, right?”

“Yeah, ask away.”

“Here’s my question: Do you have dirty thoughts when you touch my body?”

“Well, yes.”

It would be abnormal not to have such thoughts when touching the body of someone you love. I nodded without hesitation, and Hwa Nabi pretended to be surprised while tapping my shoulder.

“Oh my, really? So you’ve been having dirty thoughts about me all this time?”

“That’s what I said…”

“Hehe, I see. So my husband is always thinking dirty thoughts.”

I can’t exactly spank a grown woman. It’s obvious she’s saying and doing things to annoy me, but getting angry would mean losing, so I held back.

I closed my eyes tightly, then opened them and tapped Hwa Nabi’s back with my finger as I spoke.

“Second question: You like smelling me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love it. I like the smell of your clothes too, but what I love most is your scent after you’ve been sweating. That’s when it’s strongest. There, satisfied?”

“…Yeah.”

Does she have no sense of shame? She blurts out intimate preferences that I could never honestly admit, without any hesitation.

I’m not sure if I should call it impressive or just straightforward. I knew she was this kind of woman, but the alcohol seems to be making her even bolder than usual.

“Since your question is done, it’s my turn now, right?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“When I initiate first, you actually like it but pretend to resist, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

“Oh my, oh my. Hehe, I see. So all this time, my husband was just pretending not to know because he was embarrassed? Mmm, I’ll remember that for later…”

“Enough… it’s my turn now, right?”

Judging by her questions, she seems intent on teasing me, but if she’s going to be like this, I have my own plans.

I erased the next question I had prepared in my mind and recalled the one I was initially going to ask—the one I had set aside because it seemed too intense.

I looked steadily into Hwa Nabi’s eyes, then tapped my pants and asked:

“Nabi. Do you like this better, or do you like me better?”