Ch.324324. Love snap

“Slurp, slurp, mmm, gulp.”

Right after the intense pleasure of ejaculation washed over me, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. My head feels completely fuzzy, probably because I pushed past my limits due to Hwa Nabi’s threat that she’d use her mouth again if I came before she was satisfied.

I might have misspoken earlier, but seriously, how much sucking would satisfy her? Because I was tipsy, my thing couldn’t get as hard as usual, but she managed to make it stand anyway and then used just her mouth for what must have been twenty minutes… she’s really stubborn.

“Phew… mmm…”

After swallowing all the semen that had filled her mouth, Hwa Nabi wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stared at me. The satisfaction on her face suggests that after tormenting me thoroughly, her anger has subsided somewhat.

Well, she didn’t take her mouth off my thing that entire time. It would be troublesome if she was still upset. It’s better for both of us if she’s satisfied now.

I pulled out a few tissues from beside the pillow and wiped the beads of sweat from Nabi’s forehead. She was so passionate in her “nursing” that she’s drenched in sweat, which is unusual for someone who doesn’t typically sweat much.

“I can do that myself.”

“It’s fine, I’m done.”

After wiping Nabi’s sweat, I pulled out a few more tissues and cleaned my thing. As I was about to throw the used tissues in the trash—

Suddenly, Nabi grabbed my wrist. Wondering what she was doing, I looked at her, and she smiled meaningfully, like someone with suspicious thoughts.

“Wait a moment, darling. Don’t throw those away.”

“Huh? Why? This is all trash.”

“It’s not trash, it’s a prop, a prop.”

“This is a prop?”

Despite my bewilderment at how tissues soaked with sweat and bodily fluids could be props, I handed over the bundle of tissues. Nabi carefully arranged them around us—one on the left, one on the right, and one by the pillow.

Looking at this arrangement, it creates a peculiar scene. How should I describe it? The indentations on the bed sheets and the scattered tissues make it look exactly like a bed right after sex. Actually, there’s hardly any difference.

“Darling, move back a bit.”

“Like this?”

“A little more, closer to the wall. Ah, that’s good. Stay still.”

I stopped with my back against the headboard. Nabi grabbed her phone from the dresser, came closer, and nestled her bottom between my thighs.

“I’m still not wearing underwear.”

“That’s fine, it makes it more realistic.”

I understand her desire to recreate a vivid scene, but I have no idea what she plans to do with it.

What’s her intention? While wondering, I wrapped my arms around Nabi’s waist and pulled her into my embrace. She pressed her back and bottom firmly against my body and fiddled with her phone.

Peeking over her round shoulder, I saw she was opening the camera app. It seems she intends to capture our image.

“Taking a photo?”

“Yes. It’s been a while since we took sexy photos, right? So I thought I’d take some after a long time.”

“I don’t mind taking them, but don’t post them anywhere. That could cause misunderstandings.”

“Come on, I’m not some pervert. Would I post photos like this for others to see? I should only post wholesome photos that our children might see someday. The most risqué would be… maybe a bikini?”

“Bikinis are plenty sexy.”

“How are bikinis sexy? It’s not the bikini that’s sexy, it’s your eyes that are perverted, right?”

“Well, I wonder about that…”

Nabi doesn’t seem to understand because she’s a woman, but to men’s eyes, women in bikinis look very sexy. Any man who says otherwise is one of two types:

Either he’s pretending to be a gentleman, or he’s trying to present himself as a safe person. What both have in common is that they’re secretly imagining all sorts of things.

“Since we’re taking photos, should we make them sexier?”

“Nabi, do whatever you want. I’ll just do as you say.”

“Hmm… then…”

Nabi put down her phone and, without any hesitation, began unbuttoning her nurse uniform.

“…”

The buttons came undone down to her navel. Her breasts, wrapped in black underwear, bounced up and down. Her soft, plump breasts, which feel so tender when touched, already exceed a 65I cup size.

I think they grew about one and a half cup sizes after pregnancy and childbirth. Even before, her breasts couldn’t fit in one of my hands, and now there would be plenty left over even if I kneaded them vigorously.

“Darling, could you undo my bra strap?”

“Huh? Bra?”

“Yes. I can’t reach because of my position.”

“Oh, okay.”

With trembling hands, I felt around Nabi’s back. The hook on women’s underwear should be located on the back, just below the neck where the shoulder blades are, but—

Wait, there’s no hook.

“Nabi, there’s no strap.”

“Of course not if you’re looking at my back.”

“Then where do I look?”

“The front.”

If the hook is in the front, wouldn’t it be faster for her to remove it herself… Then I realized belatedly.

Ah, she’s doing this on purpose.

“Is it okay if I touch your breasts?”

“Hehe, yes. Go ahead.”

…Since I have permission. I extended my hand and placed it on Nabi’s chest. The hook’s location is between the cups, right in front of my eyes.

With just a light touch, the bra strap would come undone with a click. But I had no intention of undoing it right away.

Since she gave me the opportunity, I might as well enjoy it a little. Pretending not to see the hook, I deliberately pressed my fingers into her fair upper breast and muttered:

“Hmm, where is it? I can’t find it.”

“Wow, darling. Your acting is really awkward.”

“…I’m not acting, I really don’t know.”

“Hehe, that voice just now was pretty good.”

There’s no point in denying it. I think she’s already figured me out, but I continued to play dumb while touching her breasts.

I rubbed the soft upper part of her breast with my palm, then sneakily slipped my fingers between the cup and her breast to touch her nipple. When I heard a suggestive sigh, I quickly withdrew and gently squeezed her breast again… I thoroughly enjoyed this ambiguous boundary between caress and play.

“Darling, aren’t your hands being too lewd?”

“Really? I don’t think so. What’s lewd about it?”

“Well, your penis needs to stay still if you want me to believe that.”

“My penis is perfectly fine. Why?”

“Why? You just came a little while ago, but it’s already hard again and poking my bottom. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

As Nabi said, my thing is already fully erect and poking at her bottom.

“Oh, I’ve been caught.”

“Hehe, there’s that awkward acting again.”

“Anyway, when are we taking the photo?”

“Well, first you’d have to let go of my breasts, don’t you think?”

Let go of these soft, large breasts? I can’t do that. Instead, I pulled Nabi’s underwear down so that the hook remained fastened but lowered, and thoroughly kneaded her breasts with both hands, gently touching her nipples.

Nabi seems to want to take a photo, but… who cares? It’s an opportunity that doesn’t come often, so wouldn’t I be a fool to miss it? I hugged her lower abdomen tightly and whispered while rubbing my thing against her under the mini-skirt.

“Should we take it like this?”

“If we take it now… it won’t look like a sexy photo, it’ll look like we’re having sex.”

“So what? I think that’s fine too. It’s not like we’re showing it to anyone anyway.”

“Well, that’s true, but… mmm…”

Nabi seems conflicted, drawing out her words while fiddling with her phone.

“Can I take off your underwear?”

“You already did, didn’t you?”

“Not the top, the bottom.”

“Well, if you want to take it off, go ahead…”

As soon as I got permission, I put my fingers into Nabi’s black panties and gently pulled them down.

Due to our position, it was difficult to remove them completely, so I pulled them down to the middle of her thighs and stopped.

“This looks really sexy.”

“Hmm, what’s sexy about it?”

“The skirt hides everything below your navel, but we can see your panties pulled down. Thinking that if I lifted your skirt there would be nothing underneath—that’s really sexy, isn’t it?”

“Hmm… is that what’s sexy? I really don’t understand how men think…”

She doesn’t seem to understand how sexy it is to have underwear visible top and bottom while only the navel is slightly covered.

To put it a bit more explicitly, it’s an outfit that makes me want to lay her down right now and take her… Does she not understand because she’s a woman?

“This won’t do. Let’s take the photo now.”

“Like this? I’m a little embarrassed…”

“You can cover your face when we take it.”

“But then my breasts will show.”

“You have two hands, right? You can cover your breasts too.”

“Then who’s going to take the photo?”

“I can take it for you, and move this out of the way. There, that’s better.”

I unhooked her bra, which was in the way, and threw it far away. Pushing forward somewhat forcefully, she nodded as if she had no choice.

“Really, you’re so forceful at times like this…”

“Hurry and cover up, your face is showing.”

I took Nabi’s phone. After turning on the camera app and pressing the button to switch to selfie mode, our image appeared on the screen.

Me, wearing nothing and embracing Nabi, and her in my arms, exposing her breasts, thighs, and navel.

Seeing it from a third-person perspective, I realize anew that there’s no sexier pose. Nabi’s panties are rolled up and caught on her thighs, and without a bra, she’s barely covering her nipples with her hands.

What makes it even more striking is that Nabi happened to place her hands with her palms facing the camera to cover her face.

“Darling, did you take it…?”

“…Nabi.”

“Yes? …Mmm, ahh…!”

Right after confirming the photo was taken, I put down the phone and lifted Nabi’s skirt.

Honestly, I’ve reached my limit of patience. I’ve wanted to do this since I was fondling her breasts, and the photo we just took has ignited a fire in my chest. What man in the world could see his woman in such a sexy state and just sit there patiently?

I can’t hold back anymore. Without waiting for Nabi’s response, I grabbed her chin with one hand and kissed her lips. Then I laid her down on the bed, embracing her tightly and pushing forcefully.

“…Let’s do it, okay?”

“Hehe, my darling… your switch got flipped in a strange place again.”

“Yeah, it did. So let’s do it.”

“Okay, do whatever you want. But before that… can we record a video while we do it?”

“A video…?”

“Yes, don’t you want to see my outfit for a long time? Right?”

“Yes, let’s record it. A video.”

I found the phone we’d thrown aside, turned on the camera app, switched to video mode, and propped it up on the bedside drawer. This way, as Nabi wanted, our lovemaking scene would be captured on the phone.

“Is this okay?”

As I whispered while caressing her lower abdomen, Nabi’s shoulders twitched as if my breath on her ear tickled her.

Looking down at her breasts that moved along with her, I smiled while gently pressing her soft earlobe.

“Our Nabi, who told you to be so cute?”

“I wasn’t trying to be cute…”

Thanks to my attentive ear-pressing, Nabi looks at me with dreamy eyes and mutters as if making an excuse.

She looks so cute and lovable with her eyes glazed over because of me. I feel a surge of desire to admire Nabi’s completely relaxed state longer, and exclusively for myself.

I was about to suppress this feeling when I realized there was no need to. Why? Because there’s no one here but Nabi and me, so there won’t be any interruptions. I can fully express my desire to love her deeply.

“Ahh… mmm…”

Nabi seems to be thinking something similar, as she looks at me quietly while exhaling sweet sighs.

I gently grasped her fair breasts and brought my lips closer… when I suddenly realized something.

…I don’t have a condom.

“…Ah.”

Of course, it makes sense. I went straight from work to a company dinner, then met Nabi and came directly to the hotel—there’s no way I would have brought condoms.

Still, I should have carried condoms for situations like this. At the very least, I should have kept one or two in my wallet.

I almost made a similar mistake on our first night together and nearly couldn’t go through with it… Am I really such an idiot to be so careless after that experience?

As I was trying to figure out how to convey this shocking fact, first removing my hands from her breasts to think—

Nabi smiled at me with her eyes.

‘I’m safe today.’

‘…Really?’

‘Yes, really.’

Nabi pokes my cheek as if to tell me not to worry.

…Ah, what a relief. Finally reassured, I let out a sigh. Nabi reached out to me.

It seemed like she wanted me to hug her, so I quickly embraced her. Nabi grabbed my neck and raised her upper body with a cute grunt. As a result, we ended up sitting face to face in an unusual position.

“Darling.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be too eager… let’s do it well, okay?”

“…Yes.”

***

“…Hehe.”

Look at him, getting all sulky and unable to make eye contact just because I said one thing. Oh, he’s really cute. Who on earth gave birth to our darling to be so adorable? I should bow to his parents when I meet them. Thank you for giving birth to my husband so lovingly.

Secretly smiling, I patted his back and cleared my throat. After pushing him so much, it’s time to pull him back. I opened my arms to hug him, gently stroking his head while whispering:

“Darling, you’re not upset, are you?”

“At my age, getting upset is…”

“Hehe, really?”

“It’s not like that. I just have some things on my mind.”

“Mmm, I see.”

Our darling, even his sulking is incredibly cute. I’d love to hug him tight and pat him, but I shouldn’t treat him too much like a child since he doesn’t like that.

I gently stroked the back of his head, guiding his face to rest against my chest. Our darling really loves my breasts, and he also likes smelling them, so this should cheer him up.

He slowly embraces me with his face buried between my breasts, specifically in my cleavage. But I hear a faint breath, which suggests he’s secretly sniffing my body scent.

“Our baby, do you like smelling big sister’s skin? Hehe, feels good, right?”

“…Who are you calling a baby?”

He doesn’t deny the latter part, which I find quite honest.

“Baby, you can suck big sister’s breasts if you want.”

“I’m not a baby, are you going to keep saying weird things…?”

“Seeing how much you like breasts, you seem like a baby to me.”

“…Have you ever seen a baby this big?”

He lifts his shoulders and removes his face from my chest, as if telling me to look at his body. But my eyes go straight down, staring not at his body but at the stiff penis between his thighs.

Well, certainly. There probably isn’t a baby on this planet with such a large penis with dark red veins. If there were, it would cause an uproar throughout the neighborhood.

“Where are you looking…?”

“Oh, weren’t you telling me to look at your penis?”

“Who would say such a crazy thing…?”

Though I know perfectly well, I pretend not to know and tilt my head, which seems to embarrass him.

He avoids meeting my eyes, and I playfully tap his penis while saying:

“It’s something to be proud of. Long, thick, and produces a lot of semen… Oh, and it has a pretty shape too.”

“Nabi, that kind of talk…”

“Why, isn’t it true?”

“…You’re doing this on purpose.”

His gaze becomes increasingly sharp, suggesting that if I tease him more, I might not be able to handle the consequences. I smile brightly and hold both his hands, interlocking our fingers. The fact that he lets me hold his hands suggests he knows I’m just playing around.

Well, it was a joke, but I was a bit mischievous, wasn’t I? I should provide some service for my darling who’s looking at me with such an intriguing expression. Having decided this, I adjusted my position and slightly raised my hips.

Then I slowly lowered myself, gradually inserting his penis into my wet insides.

“Mmm, ahh… mmm… hehe, how is it?”

“How is what?”

“My pussy, does it feel good?”

“…Phew.”

As if asking why I would ask such a thing, he smiles bitterly, brings his face closer, and lightly kisses my lips. Though no words were spoken, his feelings are conveyed through his actions, which makes me feel crazy with joy.

“You seem to be thinking something strange again…”

“Hehe, what strange thoughts?”

“Just, you know, what you usually do.”

“What, are you saying I usually have strange thoughts?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what do you mean?”

Even as we converse normally, we hold hands tightly and move our hips leisurely.

Each time his hips move slightly, his thick, long penis enters deep inside me, seemingly rubbing against my inner walls mercilessly. I try to hold back the moans that threaten to escape and tighten my entrance to make him feel good.

“Nabi, you can just be like you usually are.”

“…Like usual?”

“Yes, be comfortable. I’ll take care of everything.”

Unlike me, who started panting as soon as we began having sex, his expression seems relaxed as he looks down at me slightly. Judging by how his penis twitches inside me, he’s definitely feeling pleasure too… I wonder where this difference comes from.

It’s probably not the difference in sexual experience. What comes to mind is perhaps the difference between men and women… Normally, isn’t it harder for women to feel pleasure and easier for men? That should be the common understanding, and it’s probably true for most people.

“…Ahh, mmm, ahh… mmm…”

But I don’t know why I’m the opposite. Usually, women don’t get wet easily with brief foreplay, and reaching climax through penetration is as difficult as catching a star from the sky… But why do I get soaking wet just from kissing, and why does my whole body tingle every time he thrusts into me with his penis?

Moreover, when he goes a little deeper, it feels like electricity shoots through my brain, and on days when he pokes my cervix deeply… I might as well consider sleep a lost cause.

…Come to think of it, it’s a bit frustrating. I feel pleasure so easily and climax quickly, but why isn’t my darling the same? Shouldn’t he also get breathless when seeing my naked body and feel a strange ache in his lower abdomen?

Whether he knows my thoughts or not, he’s already released our interlocked fingers and is holding me tight while stirring my insides with his penis.

“…Ahh, mmm, mmm…”

Oh… no. This is dangerous. The way he keeps scraping my inner walls and pressing against my cervix—if I stay like this, I’ll cling to him out of sheer pleasure.

I try to endure the pleasure of his penis thrusting into my pussy and muster my remaining strength to slightly raise my hips. This momentarily stops his movement, and I take the opportunity to bury his face between my breasts.

“Phew… Darling…? It’s my turn now.”

While instinctively swaying my hips due to wanting more pleasure, I whispered while caressing his hair. Just being on the receiving end doesn’t suit my temperament…

His tempo is too fast, so I should gently coax his penis, tease him, and then match it to my preferred pace.

“…Huh?”

As I was about to move my hips with that conclusion, I suddenly felt my body lift, and my darling stood up. Surprised by the unexpected situation, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him.

Looking down to assess the situation, I see hotel carpet instead of bed sheets. This means my darling is standing upright with me attached to his body.

I wanted to get down, but I couldn’t. His penis is still inside me, and more importantly, even if I lower my feet, they won’t touch the ground. My height is 165cm, and his is 182cm. He’s 15cm taller than me, so no matter what, as long as he’s holding me, I’ll be suspended in the air.

“I want to change positions, is that okay?”

“…How do you want to change it?”

“Nabi, you told me before, remember? That it felt thrilling and good when your feet weren’t touching the ground.”

“T-that was only for a very brief moment. Usually, I prefer doing it normally with you… Mmm, ah…!”

Despite my attempted excuse, a moan escaped my lips when he briefly moved his hips.

This position makes his penis touch places very different from usual. If sitting provided a tingling sensation from slightly touching my cervix, being suspended like this while having sex feels like he’s not just thrusting into my cervix but rubbing it mercilessly… It’s too dangerous!

Wow, this is really serious. My spine tingles intensely even with just a slight penetration. If I stay like this, something overwhelmingly intense is coming. My mind is ringing alarm bells to escape this situation immediately. But my darling seems to have no intention of letting me go, holding me even tighter as if to prevent me from falling.

“Hold on tight.”

“Ah, wait a moment. Ahh…! Mmm, darling, wait… Ahh, ahhh…!”