Ch.347347. Let’s Get Banned Today

When I asked casually, Hwa Nabi’s already red cheeks flushed even more like a perfectly ripe persimmon. Judging by her hiccups, she must be feeling quite embarrassed about her behavior.

Well, if I were in her position, I’d be embarrassed too. But that’s that, and this is this. I stared intently at Hwa Nabi who couldn’t answer quickly. What cute reaction would she show this time? Would she throw a tantrum demanding I delete it, or would she change tactics and try to act cute?

Either way, I thought it would be entertaining, but contrary to my expectations, Hwa Nabi just avoided my gaze. Could she really be this shy?

Even though she knew I was watching her, she kept rolling her eyes around until finally, shyly and bashfully, she quietly looked up at me. I met her gaze.

“This much… should be fine, I think. I’ve seen photos of other people in just their underwear a few times.”

So she’s going with the direct approach. She probably wants to pretend nothing happened, but I’ll play along for now.

“Oh, really? Your standards are more lenient than I thought.”

“Hmm… not exactly. You know that photo we took on the bed at the hotel last time? That one was deleted recently.”

“Why? What was the reason for deletion?”

“I’m not sure. It had gotten a lot of likes too.”

“Really? So the standards aren’t lenient but strange?”

“Yeah, right? Very strange. So, honey… shall we find out what the deletion criteria are?”

Finding out sounds good, but what exactly is she planning? When I questioned her with just my eyes, Hwa Nabi hesitated for a moment, paused briefly, and blinked.

Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“…By taking several more… risqué photos?”

“…”

This couldn’t be a “hide a tree in the forest” strategy, could it? That doesn’t make sense. Taking even more revealing photos to hide one embarrassing photo is something only a fool would suggest.

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t understand her intention, so I finally nodded.

“Okay, let’s do that. But even for more risqué photos, what exactly are we going to take?”

“Well, first… I’ll get you some underwear, so please change into it.”

“Underwear? Why suddenly underwear?”

“Wouldn’t it look pretty if we wore matching brands? And for this kind of thing, appearance is important.”

“Hmm.”

Now that I think about it, that makes sense. I got up from my seat, following Hwa Nabi who had already risen.

The underwear she handed me was from the same brand she was wearing, a fairly famous company with its trademark on the waistband.

I could change comfortably if no one was watching, but Hwa Nabi was here. As I was looking around and about to go outside, Hwa Nabi quickly grabbed my wrist. Being suddenly caught like that left me a bit dumbfounded.

“Honey, where are you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere, just wanted to change my underwear.”

“If that’s the case, you can just change here.”

“Still, how can I do that so openly while you’re watching…”

“I changed mine.”

“Well, that’s…”

“You told me to change, so I changed everything, including my underwear.”

“…”

I don’t know who she takes after to speak so eloquently, but I admit defeat. I gave up resisting and obediently turned around.

“In return, you go over there and close your eyes.”

“Okaaay.”

Hwa Nabi walked toward the bed with a drawn-out response. I watched her back until she plopped down on the bed, then turned around again.

If I were undressing in that kind of atmosphere it would be different, but becoming naked in such a coldly rational state feels a bit awkward. But what can I do? If I’m going to take the hit, better to get it over with quickly.

Resigned, I threw off my underwear. And just as I was about to change into the new underwear Hwa Nabi had given me—

-Ding.

I heard some kind of sound effect from behind me. This strangely familiar sound is Hwa Nabi’s phone video recording sound. Realizing this, I immediately turned to face her.

“What? Did you just take a photo?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then, did you record a video?”

“…”

She answered just fine when I asked if she took a photo, but why can’t she answer about the video? I walked briskly toward Hwa Nabi, leaving my underwear change half-done.

I wanted to check quickly, wondering if she really did record something, but she panicked, clutching her phone in her hand.

“Honey, underwear. Underwear! You’re not wearing underwear yet!”

“Never mind that, give me your phone. Did you really not record anything?”

“Your sweet potato is dangling…! Mmph, mmph…!”

I covered Hwa Nabi’s mouth as she made indecent comments, took her phone, and searched through the gallery. I skipped the photo folder and pressed on the video folder.

But wait. Contrary to my suspicion, there was no video file with me in it. The most recent saved video was only one taken this morning at kindergarten with Woohee.

“Mmm, mmmmph, mmmmph!”

“Where did you hide the video?”

“Haaah…! Whew, haaa… ah, I couldn’t breathe.”

“I asked where you hid the video.”

I placed my palm on Hwa Nabi’s side and asked briefly. It was a kind of threat implying that if she didn’t tell the truth, she’d get tickled. She flinched momentarily but faced me confidently instead.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t record any video.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying, it’s true. You just saw for yourself that there’s nothing there.”

“Then what was that sound effect I just heard?”

“It was the sound that played while I was changing the camera shutter sound. You can check for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“You really didn’t record anything?”

“Yes, I’m telling you the truth.”

“…”

She must have hidden it somewhere in that short time, but I have no way to prove it. I could probably find it if I searched thoroughly, but I can’t just deliberately search through everything. That would be an invasion of personal privacy.

Circumstantially I’m certain, but I lack the most important physical evidence. So I had to withdraw despite my lingering suspicion.

“Hmph, you’re doubting me for no reason.”

“…Sorry, I made a mistake.”

“If you’re sorry, put on your underwear first. It looks good, but I can’t take photos if you’re like that.”

I put on the underwear as instructed and came back. Even so, my upper and lower body were still exposed, but for a man, covering the lower half is enough. Despite being in this state, I don’t feel much burden about taking photos.

With a comfortable mindset, I sat down next to Hwa Nabi. She stared at my body in just underwear, then placed her hand on my thigh.

“Flex once.”

“…Like this?”

“Oh… wow, it gets really firm. Your thighs are so toned.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but when are we taking the photo?”

“Wait a moment, I’m thinking of a good composition.”

Kneading and massaging, Hwa Nabi drools as she rubs my thighs with both hands. Judging by her downturned lips, she seems to be thinking seriously, but I don’t understand why she needs to rub my thighs while thinking.

When she touches my thighs with her delicate hands like this, a man can’t help but have a certain reaction. I wonder if she knows this. Or maybe she’s doing this deliberately, intending to torment me.

“Hmm…”

“…”

Ah, I can’t stand it. Even after reciting the national anthem in my mind, she keeps touching my thighs, and a part of my body that I can’t control with my will suddenly rises.

I try to move away because it’s embarrassing, but Hwa Nabi hugs me to prevent me from doing so. Her soft chest touches my upper body.

“What’s this big thing?”

“…What else, it’s my son.”

“Your son is at my mother’s house right now?”

“More precisely, it’s like a tool that helps make sons…”

“Wow, listen to you. Come to think of it, you seem more perverted than me. Saying such strange things with a straight face.”

“You’re doing strange things, so I’m saying strange things.”

“Why? What did I do?”

“Look at you now, you said you’d take photos but you’re just kneading my thighs. When you do this, how can I not say strange things?”

“Is touching my man’s thighs doing something strange?”

“…”

Maybe it’s because her soft chest and gentle palms are touching me, but even during ordinary conversation, strange thoughts keep coming to mind.

Am I just a fool who only thinks such thoughts? Or are all men like this, only thinking foolish thoughts? As I was trying to seriously contemplate this, Hwa Nabi’s fingers on my thigh gradually moved toward the center of my underwear.

I could have stopped her if I wanted to, but knowing this, I remained still.

“Then, touching here would be even stranger, right?”

“No, that’s fine.”

“Why? Why is it fine?”

“Because I like it.”

“Heh, you’re such a pervert.”

Hwa Nabi hugged me and whispered, then handed me my phone. I took it since she gave it to me, but looking at the screen, the camera app was running.

This seems to mean she wants me to take a photo in this suggestive pose. But is it really okay to take it? Her hand is in a provocative position, and it seems dangerous to take a photo like this.

“Honey, aren’t you going to take it?”

“Taking it isn’t difficult, but are you sure this is okay? This looks…”

“After this, I’m going to really put my hand in and touch you while we take the photo.”

“…”

As if hypnotized, I pressed the photo capture button. But at that exact moment, someone called, preventing the photo from being taken.

Who could it be at this crucial moment? I cursed inwardly as I looked at the screen and saw a familiar name. This person was probably the administrative assistant in our department.

“Who is it? Is it your boss?”

“No, it’s the administrative assistant in our department… I wonder why they’re calling.”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure it out, so I apologized to Hwa Nabi and answered the call.

“Hello, Donghee?”

[Yes, hello. Is this Han Siwoo?]

Tap tap, Hwa Nabi tapped my thigh with her finger. Wondering why she was doing this, I glanced at her and saw her asking me something with just her eyes.

‘Is the administrative assistant a woman?’

‘Yes, she is. But don’t worry. I’m not close with her. We’ve never had personal conversations, and this call is probably just about work.’

‘Hmm…’

“Yes, it is. Why are you calling? I’m on leave today.”

[Ah, I’m sorry for disturbing your day off. I was wondering if you’re free this evening.]

“Free? Why suddenly ask about my time…?”

[If you’re available, would you like to have a drink with me tonight…?]

“…No, I’m not free. And I won’t be in the future either. I’m sorry.”

I quickly muttered like reciting a prayer and hung up. Then I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again.

Hwa Nabi was smiling.

“Honey.”

“Uh, yes?”

“I just misheard something, right?”

“…”