Ch.349349. You’ll Do Anything?

“Husband, can you check my phone screen? Does my back look good?”

“Yeah, well… I think it looks fine.”

“It can’t just ‘seem’ fine, it has to actually look good. Check properly, I look pretty, right?”

“You look the prettiest in the world, so don’t worry.”

Since she kept asking the same question repeatedly, I gently stroked her back to reassure her and whispered. Hwa Nabi must have found it ticklish as she flinched her shoulders, then looked at me with a completely relaxed expression.

I thought she might be calming down now. But that didn’t last long. Soon, she stiffened her expression like someone who had encountered a lifelong enemy on a narrow bridge and hugged me tightly.

“Don’t give me that obvious lip service. I’m being serious right now. If the photo looks weird, neither of us will sleep tonight.”

“Let’s say that’s true for you, but why can’t I sleep?”

“Because I’ll be so upset and frustrated that I’ll take it out on you by not letting you sleep.”

“……”

It’s scarier because she said it in a flat tone without emotion. She’s not just saying whatever comes to mind—she’s seriously thinking this way.

She’s the type who really follows through when she says something, so if I mess this up, I might really end up staying awake all night. With this strong intuition, I checked the phone screen again that I had only glanced at before.

The photo we just took showed Hwa Nabi clinging tightly to me while I was completely naked, without clothes or underwear… The mood was quite suggestive, but separate from that, the photo wasn’t actually good. It was slightly blurry, making my fingers look like I had six of them while holding her.

Still, it’s barely noticeable unless you zoom in. This should satisfy Hwa Nabi. Thinking that, I showed her, but after carefully examining the photo, her brow suddenly twitched. Something must be bothering her.

“Husband. Here, doesn’t it look like you have six fingers?”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“‘Oh, you’re right’… what kind of response is that? Husband, you knew but showed it to me anyway because you couldn’t be bothered, right?”

Her intuition is really something else. At this point, I’m not sure if my face is giving everything away or if Hwa Nabi is just psychic.

It’s probably the latter, but that’s not important right now. Anyway, I shouldn’t let her know my true thoughts, so I shook my head in denial.

“I didn’t notice it was blurry. Should we take another one?”

“No, even apart from the blur, the composition is bad. There’s no point taking more photos like this.”

“Then, should we just stop taking photos?”

“Husband, what are you saying? That’s even worse. We absolutely need to take a photo that will knock them dead. I won’t be able to sleep because I’ll be too upset otherwise.”

Hwa Nabi spoke firmly and started fidgeting with my chest as she pondered.

She seems quite serious about this. She closed her eyes and opened them again while drooling slightly… but her fingers are pressing and kneading my chest muscles, which is a bit ticklish.

I wish she would think quietly by herself instead of bothering me, but if I said that, she’d immediately label me a traitor. I can already imagine what she’d say. Something like, “Husband, are you taking that crazy woman’s side? Right in front of me?”

There’s no need to provoke a disaster that could be avoided by staying quiet. I forced myself to endure the strange ticklish feeling and waited patiently. Soon, Hwa Nabi placed both hands on my shoulders. Judging by her brightened expression, she seems to have come up with a good idea.

“Husband, let’s try the opposite this time.”

“Huh? The opposite of what?”

“Until now, I’ve been the one leaning on you, right? Let’s reverse that. You lean on me, and I’ll take the photo as if I’m capturing that moment. What do you think?”

“Hmm, I don’t know…”

“Why, are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, I am embarrassed. And will that really be effective?”

“If you can bear with it just a little, I think it will definitely work… Do you still hate the idea?”

Hwa Nabi insisted this method would be effective and told me to trust her and follow along. But for me, it was an uncomfortable suggestion. After all, if someone else saw me naked and leaning on her, what would they think of me?

And, this might sound funny after taking all kinds of photos already… but there’s a big difference between setting my KakaoTalk profile with a photo where I’m taking the lead versus one where I’m being led.

The former shows my masculine side, so while the state of undress is embarrassing, it’s not shameful. But the latter is embarrassing both in terms of nudity and appearance. It would be a hundred times better to show us both madly in love with each other than to use a profile picture where I’m unilaterally leaning on my woman. As a male, my pride cannot accept such behavior.

“Well, it’s not that I hate it…”

“But you don’t like it either, right?”

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

After carefully expressing my opinion, I glanced at Hwa Nabi. She had already removed her hands from my shoulders and was now massaging my thighs.

Did she put honey on my body or something? It feels strange when she keeps touching me while thinking to herself. I wonder why she likes to fidget so much. Well, both Hwa Nabi and I enjoy physical touch, so I guess we’re even.

“Then… Husband, how about this?”

“What is it?”

“If you follow my lead just this once, I’ll do whatever you want in return. Anything at all.”

“…Anything?”

“Yes, anything. You can even ask for something weird.”

“When you put it that way, it makes me sound like I’m desperate to ask for strange things…”

While I was grumbling out loud, my mind was already repeating the word “anything.”

Anything? Is she really serious? Saying she’ll do anything means she’ll follow whatever I say no matter what, which seems like too generous a reward just for taking one photo.

For a moment I was tempted, but then became a bit suspicious. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Hwa Nabi might just be sweet-talking me to get what she wants, then pretend it never happened.

“You must have one or two things you want from me, right? Whatever it is, I’ll do my absolute best to fulfill it. Even something a little naughty is fine.”

Suddenly Hwa Nabi was calling me “Husband-nim” again. But that’s not important right now. What I’m focusing on is her last statement about being okay with something a little naughty.

“If ‘a little naughty’ is okay, that means ‘very naughty’ isn’t. So it’s not really ‘anything,’ is it?”

“Oh, is that the issue? Then let me correct myself. Very naughty is okay too. Better?”

“…Well, that’s okay. But there’s no guarantee you’ll keep that promise.”

I might not need to mention this, but I am a man. And as a man, it’s natural to have certain desires toward your woman. However, very few people dare to voice these desires.

The main reason is embarrassment, and the second reason is that revealing your preferences doesn’t mean the other person will necessarily accommodate them. Right? If there’s a high chance you won’t even break even after speaking up, it’s better not to say anything. Why foolishly reveal something that will obviously become a weakness?

“Hmm, that’s true. Words alone aren’t enough. So, how would you like me to guarantee that promise?”

“……”

If I suggested writing a contract and getting it notarized by a lawyer… I’d look insane, right? Even I thought it was an unreasonable demand upon reflection.

A contract might be going too far, but the most reliable thing is still to leave evidence. And right in front of us is a tool that can create clear evidence.

I glanced at the phone I had set down nearby. Recording, photos, videos. Whatever method we use, civilization’s blessing ensures it won’t be erased as long as we back it up.

Recording wouldn’t capture faces, and photos lack audio, so a video would be the most irrefutable evidence.

“Ah, we have a phone. Yes, then we can record our promise on your phone, Husband-nim. Right?”

Hwa Nabi seemed to catch my intention as she followed my gaze, picked up the phone, and handed it to me. I pretended to be reluctant as I opened the camera app on the phone.

“No, this isn’t because I don’t trust you… I just want to make things certain. You know my personality, right? When I do something, I need to do it properly.”

“…Heh, yes. I know your personality well. Don’t worry, I’m not complaining about you recording a video.”

“Yeah, okay…”

I’m grateful she understands, but for some reason, there’s a strange feeling in the corner of my heart. I can’t express it in words… how should I put it, it’s like I’m dancing to Hwa Nabi’s tune.

Despite this odd uneasiness, I pressed the video recording button. As I pointed the camera lens at Hwa Nabi, she carefully knelt down and slightly adjusted her clothes.

“Nabi, why are you kneeling…?”

“I want to make this definitive. This is better for you too, right?”

Even though she adjusted them, her clothes are still disheveled, so her talk about being “definitive” sounds strangely suggestive. What exactly does she want to make definitive?

“Well, that’s true…”

“Besides, if I look proper like this, it will excite you more later. You really enjoy tormenting me while undressing me.”

“…What are you saying? How do you know what I’m going to ask for?”

“You’re going to ask for something naughty.”

“……”

“Am I wrong?”