Ch.346346. We Won’t Get Suspended for Posting Something Like This, Right?

“Um, just to be clear… you absolutely cannot open your eyes until I say I’m done, okay?”

From a short distance away from the bed, Hwa Nabi stands in front of the bedroom closet, strangely embarrassed as she seeks my assurance. I cover my eyes with my palm as a gesture to show her she has nothing to worry about.

“Yeah, I promise I won’t look until you’re completely changed, so don’t worry.”

“Ah, okay then…”

Tuk, tuk.

Shortly after Hwa Nabi trails off, something begins to rustle in front of me as I keep my eyes closed.

The clicking sound of metal clasps separating, the soft thud of something light falling to the floor. The sound of footsteps as someone takes a step.

It feels like I can clearly see what’s happening before me, and I don’t think that’s just my imagination. Perhaps because my eyes are closed, the sounds of changing clothes seem more vivid than usual, stimulating my imagination.

Judging by the sound of taut fabric meeting skin with a snap, she must have just changed her underwear… the material sounds like modal fabric. Not very stretchy, but soft on the outside with a subtle sheen.

I’ve heard it’s often used for hook-less sports bras, but I don’t know much about women’s underwear. The only thing I know for certain is that modal bralettes are easy to remove. Just grab the bottom and pull upward, and it comes off in one smooth motion—making it a type I personally prefer.

“…”

I’m afraid of Hwa Nabi discovering these thoughts of mine. If she did, she’d probably scold me for having such lewd thoughts all the time. Though Hwa Nabi is cute even when she’s nagging, so that wouldn’t be so bad. Still, these aren’t appropriate thoughts to have while someone’s changing clothes right in front of me.

I silently reflected on this and waited patiently for Hwa Nabi to finish changing. The rustling had almost stopped, and I could hear the sound of a skirt hook being fastened, which suggested she was nearly done.

“…I’m dressed now.”

Just as I thought, her voice reached my ears. I had already removed my hands from my eyes and now opened them wide.

The first thing I see is Hwa Nabi in what resembles a school uniform, but the shirt isn’t the ordinary type. The fabric only covers part of her chest area, with everything from below that to beneath her navel exposed in a crop-top style school uniform shirt.

The skirt rises well above her knees, so short that the slightest movement might reveal her behind… It goes without saying that this outfit is absolutely not meant to be worn outside. That would cause a real commotion. This is strictly for private use—meant only for Hwa Nabi and me to enjoy.

“…”

Saying “enjoy” makes it sound a bit strange. Anyway, although I requested it, it’s undeniably a provocative outfit. Not knowing where to properly fix my gaze, I decide to bring her closer first.

“Nabi, come here. Sit here.”

I spread my thighs and patted the space between them. I meant for her to sit with her back against me, just like before, and understanding this, Hwa Nabi approached hesitantly, inching forward.

Given the nature of her outfit, she seems embarrassed, but this is precisely when I should take the lead. If I become shy just because she’s being timid, we’ll both end up feeling awkward.

So me licking my lips right now is absolutely not because of any inappropriate thoughts. This is merely an act of composing myself. Mmm, that’s right.

“…Is this okay?”

Unlike her earlier forwardness, Hwa Nabi now glances at me with a very shy expression. In terms of exposure, the shower gown would reveal more than the school uniform, yet she seems to feel the opposite when it comes to embarrassment.

I don’t quite understand Hwa Nabi’s standards for feeling shy. Do all women have different criteria? With such idle thoughts, I quietly appreciated her outfit.

All I can see is a shirt that looks ready to burst, tightly stretched buttons, and the roundness of her chest. Given her posture and the size of her chest, I can’t see her navel from behind. This is somewhat unexpected.

“Eek…! Ah, d-darling?”

“Hmm, what?”

“W-why are you suddenly touching my stomach?”

“I can’t see your stomach from here, so I wanted to at least feel it.”

“Even so, you startled me. Next time, could you please say something before touching me…?”

Usually she doesn’t say anything even when I suddenly hug her, but seeing her blush and ask me not to touch her suggests she finds her current outfit quite embarrassing. It’s rather cute seeing her like this. How should I put it? It feels like we’ve gone back to the beginning of our first year in high school, when we’d flinch at the slightest touch.

Seeing her this embarrassed after so long feels fresh and novel, and I find myself getting excited without realizing it. Without saying anything, I pick up my phone and open the camera app. Then I bring my lips close to Hwa Nabi’s ear and blow a cool breath.

“Hoo…”

“…Hwaang!”

Click, a cheerful sound effect accompanies the captured photo. Checking the result makes me smile. In the photo, Hwa Nabi looks so surprised, her face red, eyes wide open, and fists clenched.

Like a cat wary of a stranger, Hwa Nabi makes a purring sound and turns to look at me. Her eyes, as big as saucers, reflect a mixture of surprise, bewilderment, and embarrassment. I gently caress her lower abdomen and whisper:

“This photo would get quite a reaction if I posted it on Instagram.”

“How could you post a photo without even using filters on Instagram… Wait, before that! W-what did you just do? Why did you blow on my ear like that!”

“What’s wrong with that? I just wanted to blow on my woman’s ear. Who’s going to complain about that?”

I press her soft earlobe firmly while speaking nonchalantly, and Hwa Nabi’s waist trembles. It doesn’t seem like she dislikes the feeling; rather, she probably enjoys it too much. Is her reaction so dramatic? I feel a strange sadistic urge.

I should take a few more photos while I’m at it. This time, I gently stroke her lower abdomen, which she seems to like, while holding up my phone. Instinctively, as if in defense, Hwa Nabi bends her upper body downward, but the more she does so, the more provocative she appears in the photos.

When she bends her waist, it’s not her navel but her chest that’s emphasized, and if she bends further, her chest becomes even more prominently featured in the photo. But Hwa Nabi has no way of knowing this, and the final photo ends up highlighting just my face, Hwa Nabi’s face, and her chest taking up half the screen.

“Nngh…! Huu, really. Darling, I told you not to touch my lower stomach…? That area is, well, very sensitive…”

“I don’t think your lower stomach is the important issue right now. Have you seen the photos I took?”

“W-when did you take a photo like this? Are you really a pervert? How could you post something on Instagram that emphasizes my chest like this…!”

“Why not? Weren’t you saying you couldn’t post it because there’s no filter anyway?”

“Filters can be added in post-processing, but when you take photos like this, they’re completely unusable. How could I post something so lewd? My friends would see it too!”

“Really? Then should I just set it as your KakaoTalk profile picture?”

“Darling, are you deliberately trying to tease me…?”

“What are you talking about? Why would I tease you? You know how much I love my Nabi.”

I gently embraced her from behind and pressed my lips to her cheek. Her already red cheeks flushed even deeper, and Hwa Nabi squeezed her eyes shut and shook her body vigorously up and down.

What’s this, a tantrum? Or some kind of signal asking me to do something? I’m not sure which it is, but it’s definitely a reaction of extreme pleasure. I held Hwa Nabi more firmly as she tried to escape my embrace, then left a deep kiss mark on her nape. This should calm her down a bit.

“…Oww, really! You’re just unnecessarily strong, why are your forearms so thick? Why are your shoulders so broad, and why are your thighs so firm! You muscle-bound idiot, handsome-faced dummy!”

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me? Pick one, just one.”

“It’s not a compliment, it’s an insult. An extremely harsh one at that!”

Well, no matter how close we are, should she use such harsh words? I was about to say something because her tantrum was cute, but now I notice that Hwa Nabi’s already revealing outfit has become even more provocative.

Perhaps it’s because we’ve been pressed against each other, moving as if rubbing together. Her school uniform shirt and skirt have rolled up, exposing her pelvic line and the underside of her chest, but Hwa Nabi herself seems unaware of this fact, too busy being angry.

I should tell her to fix her clothes, but simply telling her wouldn’t be fun. Instead of explaining verbally, I gently embraced Hwa Nabi. Then, very affectionately, I took a photo from an angle that captured our entire appearance.

-Click.

“What’s this, why are you suddenly being like this…?”

Perhaps because I abruptly switched from arguing to being gentle, Hwa Nabi looks at me somewhat bewilderedly, trying to read my expression. Without saying anything, I showed her the result I had captured.

Hmm, I shouldn’t say this after taking the photo myself, but Hwa Nabi in the picture couldn’t be described as decent by any stretch of the imagination.

That’s because her uniform has rolled up so much that both her upper and lower underwear are visible. If this photo were posted, the social media account would likely be suspended immediately. I’m not familiar with those rules, but I can definitely say this isn’t a photo suitable for children to see.

“Nabi, are you sure you won’t get suspended for posting something like this?”

“…Ugh.”