Ch.350350. Am I the Bad Guy for Getting Aroused?

“…Let’s think about that later and focus on what we need to do first.”

It seemed like she had half—no, completely—seen through my thoughts, but I pretended not to notice and shook my phone up and down. It was a gesture suggesting we should hurry and record the video, and Hwa Nabi seemed to understand as she smiled and nodded.

Hwa Nabi adjusted her posture, kneeling neatly with her hands folded on her lower abdomen before looking at me.

She had such proper manners, but given what she was wearing, it felt a bit strange. How should I put it? It felt like I was the only bad guy here for filming.

If we were both fully dressed, it might be different, but I was naked while Hwa Nabi was wearing a school uniform shirt and short skirt that seemed designed for lewd purposes. Add to that the fact that we were on a bed, and it made things worse.

This is exactly like that. The situation that often appears in those kinds of videos. If I just conduct a short interview here, it would be the start of one of those videos.

“…”

I don’t know what crazy thoughts I’m having, but what I’m seeing is so stimulating that I keep imagining unnecessary things. To regain my composure, I licked my dry lips and closed my eyes before opening them wide.

I could see Hwa Nabi’s gray brand-name underwear beneath her school uniform skirt.

“Hey, Nabi.”

“Yes?”

“Your, um, down there…”

“Down there? What about it?”

Seeing that she didn’t understand my hint, she probably wasn’t aware her underwear was showing… It’s awkward to point it out directly, but also awkward not to.

Her skirt is too short, and her panties are visible between her knees. If I tell her, she’ll be really embarrassed. But if I don’t tell her, I feel like a terrible person. Hmm, what should I do?

“…Never mind.”

After contemplating for a while, I decided to ignore it and shook my head. I just won’t show her the video and that’s that. It’s probably better for her not to know and be embarrassed. You know what they say: ignorance is bliss.

While I was making these pathetic excuses to myself, Hwa Nabi adjusted the front of her uniform shirt and cleared her throat. Her gaze was straight ahead. Looking directly at the lens, it seemed like she was ready to get to the main point.

“First, let’s clarify the contract terms. You’ll take photos with me in the pose I want, and in return, I’ll grant you any one wish. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“By ‘photos in the pose I want,’ I mean one photo that I’m satisfied with. But this would be too advantageous for me, wouldn’t it? Because I could say I’m not satisfied with any of the photos after we’ve taken them all, right?”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

“So let’s limit it to a maximum of twenty photos. The moment we take the twentieth photo, regardless of whether I’m satisfied or not, your part of the contract will be considered fulfilled. How does that sound?”

“Okay, let’s do it that way. So my part is done, right?”

“Yes, your part is done. Now, it’s time to clarify what I’ll do for you in return…”

Hwa Nabi trailed off and glanced at me rather than the lens.

“‘Anything’ literally means anything. If you ask for something lewd, I’ll do something lewd. If you ask for something not lewd, I’ll do that non-lewd thing diligently. But if you request something lewd, then…”

Still kneeling with her hands on her lower abdomen, she blushed slightly and fidgeted with her fingers.

“…I, Hwa Nabi, swear to diligently serve you with my body until you are satisfied.”

“…”

“Is… is that okay?”

Instead of answering, I pressed the stop recording button. Then I turned up the phone volume and skipped to the last part of the video to listen to what Hwa Nabi had just said.

[If you request something lewd, then… I, Hwa Nabi, swear to diligently serve you with my body until you are…]

“W-what are you doing? Why are you playing that in front of me?!”

“Why not? I need to check if it recorded properly, don’t I?”

“Watch it later, by yourself!”

Seemingly embarrassed by her own words, Hwa Nabi rushed over and grabbed my arm to prevent me from watching the video.

She was waving her hands and pulling with her weight, but given our significant size difference as a couple, I could easily withstand her interference if I wanted to.

Despite her disruption, I firmly watched the last part of the video a couple more times before finally closing it.

Ah, it looks good. The best part is when Hwa Nabi fidgets with her fingers in embarrassment. The way she squirms while making that lewd declaration and secretly glancing at me, combined with her disheveled appearance, really tugs at my heartstrings.

Hwa Nabi is definitely cutest when she’s embarrassed. With that wicked thought in mind, I glanced at her, and as if reading my mind, she narrowed her eyes at me.

“You’re having inappropriate thoughts right now, aren’t you?”

“What inappropriate thoughts? The inappropriate thing here is your outfit, not me.”

“What are you talking about? You’re the one who told me to wear this uniform. You said you wanted to see me in my school uniform after so long, and now you’re changing your tune?”

“…Ah.”

That’s right. Somehow I ended up spitting in my own face.

Feeling awkward, I pretended not to know anything and moved to sit beside Hwa Nabi. There’s no point continuing this conversation as it would only make me look foolish. Let’s just take the promised photos and think about what to ask of her.

“Anyway, let’s hurry and take the photos. How did we agree to take them again? Oh right, I was supposed to be held by you, wasn’t I?”

“Sigh… Yes. Come here and let me hold you, my scatterbrained husband.”

“But first, shouldn’t we prepare to take the photos?”

“I’ll take care of everything, so you just need to rest your face against my chest and stay still. Got it?”

“Rest my face against your chest? That’s a strange way to put it…”

It’s not wrong since my face will inevitably touch her chest when she holds me, but there are many other ways to express it.

When I unconsciously grumbled, Hwa Nabi silently tapped her upper chest. It meant “stop talking and come closer to be held.”

Well, a promise is a promise. Without further comment, I moved closer to Hwa Nabi and let her hold me like a child. I rested my face on her soft chest and pressed my nose bridge against her supple skin.

Finding it ticklish, Hwa Nabi suppressed a laugh.

“Hehe, why are you acting so spoiled? Anyone would think you’re a baby.”

“I told you, didn’t I? When I decide to do something, I do it wholeheartedly.”

“Ah, so you’re being wholeheartedly spoiled? …Heh, sometimes you really do seem like a baby, not my husband. Just a baby. Coochie coo, does my baby want some milk from mommy?”

“…”

It feels quite strange when Hwa Nabi, a real mother of two children and my wife, strokes my head and whispers such things. Her body scent and the feeling of her touch on my face are so pleasant, and her waist that I’m holding is so smooth that I definitely don’t dislike it. But I can’t fully enjoy it either, as it feels like my pride as a husband and a man is being dulled.

While my desire to be spoiled and my feeling that this isn’t right were fiercely battling inside me, Hwa Nabi laughed softly above my head, and soon I heard several clicking sounds. It seems she took several photos while I was lost in my internal conflict.

“Do you want to check them?”

“Oh, is it okay for me to see?”

“Of course, what’s there to hide? We took them together. Here you go.”

Looking at the phone she handed me, I saw how ridiculous I looked. Completely naked and being held by Hwa Nabi in her school uniform-like outfit… Wow, even in the photos you can see my naked self nuzzling her upper chest and enjoying it, which looks quite unseemly.

So this is how it looks from someone else’s perspective when I smell Hwa Nabi’s chest. Seeing such an explicit image of myself with my own eyes was quite shocking, and I just stared blankly at the phone screen, at a loss for words.

“The photos turned out well, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they turned out well…”

Too well, which is the problem. If I were to use a photo like this as my profile picture, wouldn’t everyone who sees it think I’m henpecked? In a different sense, I mean. They probably wouldn’t even imagine me looking at any woman other than Hwa Nabi.

Swallowing those thoughts, I glanced at Hwa Nabi. Satisfied with how the photos turned out, she was making “hmm” sounds while flipping through the gallery.

My unseemly appearance from various angles filled Hwa Nabi’s gallery, as she had taken photos in the same pose but from different angles. At this point, I was starting to regret it. Hwa Nabi’s quota was twenty photos, and we’d taken four.

That means I have to pose for at least a dozen more embarrassing photos. Are those twenty or so photos and one wish really worth trading?

Maybe it would be better to call it off now. Just as I was seriously considering this, Hwa Nabi pulled me into an embrace.

Then she placed her hand on the back of my head and gently guided my face to rest against her upper chest.

“…”

The moment my nose bridge touched Hwa Nabi’s skin, her fresh scent hit my brain. Despite having embraced like this many times before, I can’t resist Hwa Nabi’s scent.

It feels too good to forcibly lift my face away.

“Could you move a little to the left?”

“…Okay.”

Ah, whatever…