Ch.352352. A Fool Who Only Knows You

“……Why, it’s normal for a man to get hard when kissing. It’s a perfectly natural physical response, isn’t it?”

“Huh, who said anything? I just made a comment. Why are you getting so defensive…?”

I was trying to maintain control by acting composed, but Hwa Nabi seemed to have already read my intentions as she laughed softly and tapped my thigh.

Every time her fingers touched the edge of my bare skin, a strange stimulation and pleasure tingled up my spine, making me shiver. I flinched involuntarily.

Hwa Nabi looked up at me with raised eyes, asking only with her gaze.

‘Should I touch you more?’

‘……’

If I nodded quickly here… I’d look completely weightless. Though I desperately wanted to ask her to continue, the last shred of male pride prevented me from doing so. I shook my head heavily.

This situation is extremely, truly painful, but let me endure it a little longer. All of this is groundwork to avoid losing control, and thinking of it that way makes this torment bearable.

“If I don’t touch you now, won’t you just go pop! and burst? Huh, that wouldn’t be good. I still need to use it more.”

“Why do you get to decide how to use what’s mine? If you’re going to use it, you should ask my permission first, right?”

“What are you talking about? Why is this yours? This is community property, something we both use together. That’s why I always tell you to wash it thoroughly.”

“……Wait, what? Are you saying that when you kept telling me to wash thoroughly after coming home from work, you meant washing this?”

“Yes, isn’t that obvious? What could be more important in this world than washing that?”

She tilted her head as if asking why I’d question something so obvious, making me feel like I’m the abnormal one for considering that area a lower washing priority.

Honestly, I don’t know if I’m the strange one or if it’s Hwa Nabi. Do all other men who live with girlfriends or wives prioritize washing that area above all else? I’d like to ask for advice, but there are hardly any people around me who’ve been married longer than I have, so I can’t even ask. What a predicament.

“Darling, don’t tell me… you haven’t been washing it properly all this time?”

“What are you saying? That’s not it. I wash so thoroughly that you’d be surprised if you saw how meticulous I am.”

“Huh, really? Then I guess I don’t need to wash it for you every day. That’s a relief, isn’t it, darling?”

“I’m not a child, why would you wash it for me every day… Nabi, are you going to keep saying such strange things?”

“Yes, I’m going to continue. Why, are you angry? Are you going to punish me with it?”

“……What kind of thoughts do you have on a daily basis?”

“Obviously, I only think about you all day. You know that, so why ask?”

“Like how to excite me, how to torment me… that’s all you think about, right?”

“Oh, heheh. How did you know?”

“……”

Have you ever seen such an impudent wife? I was thinking of tormenting her with my hands for her impudent words, but Hwa Nabi reached down before me and firmly grabbed that impudent part of my body.

I was momentarily flustered by the unexpected action. Hwa Nabi moved even closer to me and whispered in my ear.

“Since you got the right answer, I should give you a reward, right? Choose one, darling. Up or down?”

“What’s up and what’s down?”

“Up is my mouth, and down is… my hand?”

“If you say down, why hand? If it’s down, shouldn’t you use this part?”

“……Heh.”

As I gently rubbed her exposed lower abdomen while asking, Hwa Nabi flinched in surprise, trembled, and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

She looked at me with somewhat bewildered eyes, as if she hadn’t expected me to touch her first. Sensing a good opportunity, I quickly embraced her back.

I pressed my body close to hers to prevent her from grabbing it, then first kissed her nape and left a kiss mark. Then I gradually moved downward, slowly licking with my tongue until I reached her upper chest. I strongly imprinted another mark over the slightly faded kiss mark.

“Huu…! Mmph, hmm…… mmm….”

Right after leaving the kiss mark, I gently bit down, leaving a clear trace in the middle of her soft chest before removing my lips. Hwa Nabi stared blankly at my lip mark, then slightly raised her head and glanced at me.

She seems to be reproaching me for my mischievous prank, but with her face all red, she only looks more lovable. The more she reacts this way, the more my playful skinship will intensify.

“Nabi, can I lick more?”

“……As if you wouldn’t do it even if I said no.”

Hwa Nabi is right. In the end, I’ll do what I want. But there’s a certain etiquette between spouses, you know? I feel better doing such lewd acts after getting permission, even if it’s just a formality.

Anyway, the fact that she’s blushing bright red and embarrassed but not telling me to stop licking seems to mean it’s okay.

Since I have permission. I wrapped one hand around Hwa Nabi’s waist, and with the other hand, I gathered her left breast from below, making the soft flesh protrude.

I gently rubbed the smooth skin with my palm, then stuck out my tongue and softly licked the area with a mole on the side of her breast. To keep her from flinching, I embraced her more tightly so she couldn’t escape, then moved my lips downward and gently sucked on the area with the kiss mark.

As my tongue and lips pressed firmly against her skin, Hwa Nabi, who had been letting out sensual moans, suddenly embraced my head. In this position, our eyes inevitably met, and Hwa Nabi was looking down at me with a gentle smile.

“This reminds me of the old days, doesn’t it?”

“……Huh, what do you mean?”

“You know, until last year, milk would come out whenever you touched my breasts like this. But now it doesn’t anymore.”

“Ah….”

When she says “last year,” it sounds like a long time ago, but it’s actually been less than half a year. Our second child, Ucheon, was weaned in November last year, so it’s been about five months.

“Even after Ucheon was weaned, you enjoyed drinking the breast milk that was still coming out. Heheh, remember? You were so cute then, just like a baby.”

“……”

It might sound like a shameful excuse, but it was unavoidable. The human body isn’t like a factory machine with a power button. A mother’s milk production doesn’t stop the moment her baby is weaned, so for some time after weaning, the mother needs to express milk from her breasts.

But that milk expression is quite a chore. Think about it. It’s hard work to express milk by hand when there’s no one to feed it to—it becomes a tiring task with no reward.

It’s not like I could express the milk for Hwa Nabi. If I did that, I’d be standing beside her, squeezing her breasts… that wouldn’t be good for the kids to see, and besides, it would be embarrassing for both me and Hwa Nabi.

So the only option left was for Hwa Nabi to express the milk herself, every day. People who haven’t experienced it don’t know how difficult it is.

What did she say? That the feeling of a baby suckling and expressing by hand are very different? Breast milk doesn’t flow easily like soft-serve ice cream with just a light squeeze, and above all, she hated how it kept getting on her clothes because it was hard to control the direction.

So half-jokingly, I asked, “Then should I drink it for you?” and Hwa Nabi responded, “Really? Will you really do that?” She was so happy with the idea that I had no choice, and somehow I ended up actually drinking it….

“……Nabi, why do you remember such things?”

Ah, what nonsense am I muttering? After silently reciting excuses to no one in particular, memories from the past came flooding back, and I suddenly felt self-loathing and shook my head.

I must have been crazy back then. With so many things to eat in this world, why would I drink my woman’s breast milk? I know it’s a universal problem that breast milk becomes troublesome after a baby is weaned, but still, I shouldn’t have done that.

“Oh, are you embarrassed now? Heh, there’s no need for that. I was really comfortable when you sucked my breast milk back then.”

“……Enough, don’t talk about that time anymore. It’s embarrassing.”

“Heheh, why? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I liked it when you did that for me, and you liked it too, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean I liked it… I didn’t like it, I just did it for you.”

I can never tell Hwa Nabi this, but honestly, I did like it. Why? To be frank, it didn’t taste bad. If I had to describe it, it was like water with sugar in it. Maybe because Hwa Nabi was so strict with her diet, the breast milk tasted clean and sweet, so it was fine when I drank it.

Yes, and that was the problem. If it had tasted bad, I would have just helped her out a bit and been done with it, but because the breast milk was sweeter and cleaner than I expected, I ended up drinking it for her almost every night under the pretext of helping her.

I must have shown how much I enjoyed it, because she reduced the three-times-a-day milk expression to once and collected the rest to give to me. And I eagerly drank it all. Without thinking about the consequences.

“Heh… our darling looks a bit cute when he’s embarrassed…?”

Hwa Nabi murmured softly and raised her hips. She seemed to be trying to move, but I quickly grabbed her waist and sat her back down, preventing her from moving.

“Nabi, didn’t I warn you? Stop calling me cute.”

“Don’t you know that the more you tell me not to call you cute, the cuter you look?”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly…?”

“Yes, sure. Our cute darling.”

“……Come here.”

“Oh…… heh, kyah…! Heheh, mmm… heheh…! Mmph….”