Ch.337337. Wall-Thumping is Cheating! – side. Hwanabi

He places his hand on the right side of my head and slowly looks down at me. Unlike his usual demeanor, his sharp gaze and gleaming eyes look quite dangerous.

When was the last time I saw this look in his eyes? About a week ago, perhaps. Yes, it must have been the day I sent him photos wearing my newly purchased seductive lingerie. That night, he held me like he was going to devour me and wouldn’t let me go at all. His eyes right now look very similar to how they looked that night.

“Hwa Nabi.”

I was startled while lost in these thoughts. Though the day is clearly warm, his fingers touching my cheek were surprisingly cold.

What should I do? Should I gently hold his hand and blow on it to warm it up? He might find that cute. He tends to subtly—no, quite openly—enjoy my aegyo.

Just as I was calculating my options in my head, he suddenly lowered his face and pressed his lips against mine.

Smooch.

Our lips touched briefly before parting. Immediately after, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, surprised for two reasons. I hadn’t expected him to kiss me outdoors, nor had I anticipated him actually kissing me at all.

You might wonder what the difference is, but let’s set that aside. That’s not what’s important right now. I was about to question why he suddenly kissed me when he lowered his head again.

This time, he kissed my palm. Our lips didn’t directly touch, but it was embarrassing in its own way. Maybe because it’s a type of kiss we never did even when we were dating…?

“Answer me.”

“W-what? What answer?”

I wasn’t trying to show my confusion, but I stupidly stammered. He quietly laughed as if he found me cute, then moved my hand away from my lips and pressed his thumb against my lower lip.

“Why are your cheeks red?”

“…What are you talking about? They’re not red at all.”

“No, they’re bright red like apples.”

I wish he’d stop touching my lips while smiling. It makes my heart race…

“No, anyway… that’s not what’s important right now.”

“Then what is important?”

“The observation class is about to start. Isn’t that more important?”

“We can’t go in right away anyway. Didn’t you hear the announcement that parents should enter ten minutes after the class starts?”

He’s right. The handout did mention that parents should enter a bit later to help ease the tension for the teacher and children.

“Still…”

“And right now, that’s not what’s important.”

He leisurely murmured as he slowly looked me up and down. Sensing something inappropriate, I pulled my coat closed to protect myself.

“Why are you covering up?”

“Because you shouldn’t touch…?”

“You were the one telling me to touch you before.”

“I did say that… but you said you’d only accept my heart.”

“You were the one who said I could take your body too.”

“……”

This man won’t give an inch. They say even when chasing a mouse, you should leave an escape route, but isn’t this too much?

I glared at him with resentment, but instead of being intimidated, he looked at me with even more affection. How should I put it? It was like the look someone gives their pet when it’s being cute.

“Fine, I can take your body slowly later. I’ll pass for now.”

“What are you saying? Who said I’d give it willingly? This is ridiculous, you’re not even a pervert…”

When I grumbled quietly, he just laughed. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying this situation.

“So, what’s your answer to my first question?”

“…What question? I forgot.”

“If you keep pretending not to know, I have my own ideas.”

I’m not sure what he’s planning, but his fingers that were touching my cheek moved down along my jawline to my nape. Thinking that if they went any lower, they might reach somewhere quite suggestive, my body instinctively shrank back.

“Will you answer willingly, or after being thoroughly teased?”

“You know that question just now sounded really perverted, right…?”

“Why, want me to show you what a real pervert is like?”

He threatened as he massaged my shoulder. There was no strength in it, so it wasn’t refreshing, but the sensation of his fingers brushing against my bare skin felt tingly and strange.

He’s probably massaging me like this deliberately. It’s a threat disguised as a suggestion—if I don’t want this suggestive massage to continue lower, I should answer him.

“What happens if I ask you to show me?”

“Try it and find out.”

Usually, he gives in to me on most things, but not at times like this. If he feels it’s necessary, he’ll really do it. That’s the kind of man he is.

Well… honestly, I don’t dislike him touching me. I actually like it. But we’re outdoors, behind Woohee’s kindergarten. This isn’t our bedroom—it would feel really uncomfortable to do something inappropriate at a place where Woohee will be attending for several years.

I’m extremely curious about how he might ravish me if I resist further. But to be a respectable mother to Woohee, I have no choice. With what felt like holding back tears of blood, I parted my lips.

“I… I did.”

“Did what?”

“I-I told my parents I wouldn’t get engaged, saying something about having another boyfriend even after meeting you.”

After confessing honestly, I squeezed my eyes shut. And I thought: I said those things because of you.

This might not sound believable after such a confession, but I threw those tantrums to my parents all for his sake. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want things to become awkward, but my parents were actually very worried about him frequently visiting my apartment.

I mean, it’s natural, right? Even though we were engaged, we were both students at the time. It’s natural to think that accidents could happen when two young people are alone together without parental supervision.

His parents trusted and entrusted me to him, but my parents weren’t like that. They often told me to avoid meeting at my apartment if possible and to see each other outside instead. And every time, I would throw a tantrum, saying if they kept interfering in our relationship, I’d just find another boyfriend and cancel the engagement.

As a result of that rebellion throughout high school, I was able to easily get permission to live together… but he probably wouldn’t believe all these behind-the-scenes details if I explained them.

Maybe he might even think this is all just an excuse. That would be really unfair, but at the same time, I’m secretly excited and my heart is racing.

My husband is actually quite jealous by nature. Even when we were in school together, if I just talked with another guy, he would rush over and ask what we were talking about. He thought he was asking naturally, but from my perspective, his intentions were so obvious that I found it extremely cute.

…Anyway, now that this topic has come up, he won’t just let it go. Knowing his personality, he’ll probably try to resolve it somehow, whether we’re behind a kindergarten or in bed.

With somewhat misplaced expectations, I suppressed my racing heart and waited quietly. I wonder how he’ll react—will he take me somewhere right after the observation class? That would be troublesome since I need to go grocery shopping and do housework afterward. If he gets carried away and won’t let me go, it would cause serious disruptions to my schedule…

“Why did you do that?”

“…Pardon?”

“You must have had a reason. I’m curious why you said such things.”

“Why? Of course it was for you…”

I was about to say “for your sake,” but I stopped abruptly.

Wait a minute. I almost made a mistake. If I say that I threatened to find another boyfriend for his sake, I’d have to explain the entire situation from beginning to end to convince him.

That seems difficult, doesn’t it? Honestly, if I were in his position, I wouldn’t believe it either. Think about it—if he said he was going to find another girlfriend and break our engagement, I’d think he was crazy, not that he was doing it for my sake.

So I reconsidered. Is there some magical sentence that would eliminate any misunderstanding and make him understand that everything I did was for his sake?

“What comes after that?”

“Um… that’s, husband, dear husband.”

As if such a thing could exist…!

“Yes, I heard the word ‘husband.’ So what comes after that?”

“B-because of you?”

Oh no, that’s not right. I realized my mistake right after saying it. I was trying to explain that I said those things for his sake, asking him not to misunderstand, but he kept pressing me and I accidentally blurted it out.

“Because of me…?”

Thanks to my truncated statement, he seems to have seriously misunderstood, and his expression is gradually hardening. Sensing something was wrong, I hastily opened my mouth.

“No, wait, dear husband, that’s not what I meant…!”

“If that’s not what you meant, then what?”

“Well, I mean… uh, I said all that for your sake!”

“…Nabi, are you messing with me right now?”

“No, it’s not like that… I really did say it for your sake…!”

This is driving me crazy. How do I explain this? Should I start from the beginning and explain slowly? Or should I just highlight the key points? Unfortunately, I’m not skilled at speaking, so I can’t explain coherently. At this moment, I really resent my lack of language skills…!

“If you’re not messing with me, are you seriously saying you said those things for my sake?”

“……”

I tried to move my lips to explain, but ultimately gave up. I have no idea where to begin untangling this complicated issue, and I lack the skill to explain it in a way he would understand.

With a resigned attitude, I slowly unbuttoned the front of my coat. He seemed taken aback by my sudden action of undressing mid-conversation, staring at me with blank, bewildered eyes.

“What are you doing…?”

“…Just touch me.”

“Touch what?”

“Just squeeze me once and let’s forget this ever happened…!”

“Nabi. What’s wrong with you? I’m just asking for an explanation, not trying to touch you…”

I flung open my coat and stepped forward. He backed away with a horrified expression. I quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Ugh, really… Why is a man talking so much? You’re after my breasts anyway, aren’t you? Just touch them and let’s be done with it. That’s easier than giving a messy explanation!”

“What are you saying? What if someone hears you? W-will you button up your coat?”

“…If you won’t touch me, I’ll touch myself first.”