Ch.355355. If You Needed Something, Why Didn’t You Say So…?

The moment our eyes met in the air, my body froze without me realizing it.

“……”

How long has she been standing there? Don’t tell me she noticed me standing there lost in inappropriate thoughts?

No, that’s impossible. Hwa Nabi isn’t a mind reader. There’s no way she could have known I was having those kinds of thoughts just by looking at my expression when I hadn’t said anything.

I was momentarily flustered by this unexpected encounter… but I had plenty of excuses ready. It’s not like I was caught doing anything wrong. I gulped and moved my lips to speak first.

“Nabi, this is….”

“…Husband, about those panties you’re holding.”

“Oh, yes. What about them?”

“Those panties have a rough lining material that makes them really inconvenient to hand wash if something gets on them, so.”

“…?”

“So, if you need my panties, please take a different cotton pair instead. You know where I keep my underwear, right? In the right bottom section of the closet in the dressing room and inside the drawer in the bedroom….”

“……”

If nothing else, I could tell Hwa Nabi was having a serious misunderstanding. Finding it difficult to listen anymore, I silently put the underwear in the laundry basket and strode over to her.

Surprised by my sudden approach, Hwa Nabi flinched and took a step back, covering her chest with her arms. It seemed like an instinctive defense mechanism, but I ignored it and swiftly picked her up.

“…Eek!”

When something embarrassing happens… you shouldn’t back away out of shame. That would only make things more awkward for me.

As if nothing had happened, I asked Hwa Nabi with a composed face.

“Why did you come out of the bathroom? You were supposed to stay in the tub.”

“I, I wanted to, but you went to put the laundry in the laundry room and didn’t come back for over five minutes.”

“Ah, has it been five minutes already…?”

“I’m not sure exactly, but probably around that. So I came to check if something happened, but to think that husband would use my underwear to…”

“…Wait, let me clarify that I wasn’t doing anything strange. I was just.”

Just what? I quickly racked my brain but couldn’t come up with a usable excuse.

How am I supposed to explain this naturally? What could possibly justify me standing there holding my wife’s underwear? And it wasn’t just standing there—I was in an aroused state because of my inappropriate thoughts.

In that situation, how could I explain it in a way Hwa Nabi would understand? I had to say something since I’d already opened my mouth, but I couldn’t confess I was having strange fantasies. It was truly awkward.

“Well, I was just….”

Stuck at an impasse, I fumbled with my words. Hwa Nabi quietly looked at me, then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me slightly.

Our upper bodies naturally pressed together as the distance between us closed. Leaning into my arms, Hwa Nabi whispered softly in my ear.

“Husband, I respect your preferences. When a couple lives together, it’s natural to develop one or two such preferences, isn’t it?”

“…Nabi, that’s not what I was going to say.”

“Yes, I know. It’s okay to take my underwear, really. But if you’re going to take them, please give me a hint or some notice first. If they suddenly disappear, I might think I lost them somewhere and get confused. Okay?”

“……”

Where should I even begin to unravel this absurd misunderstanding that my secret preference involves Hwa Nabi’s underwear?

I was about to tell her it wasn’t like that, that my preferences were perfectly normal, but I gave up. As she stroked my chest as if saying she would understand anything, I felt like whatever I said wouldn’t get through to her.

I’ll just leave it for now, and she’ll probably forget about it after a while. With a resigned feeling, I entered the shower.

“I’ve already filled the tub, so let’s get in together.”

“Sure, but let’s shower first. If we get in now, we’ll be bathing in water with our sweat in it.”

Click—as soon as I turned the faucet, lukewarm water poured out. I set Hwa Nabi down in front of the shower head and stood close to her, letting the water wet our bodies.

“Mmm, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean? What am I doing?”

“You could just stand still and let the water hit you, so why do you keep pressing against me?”

“I’m not pressing against you because I want to, but because the water won’t reach me otherwise.”

When I playfully embraced her, she twisted her upper body as if she didn’t like it. But when I held her still and gently caressed her waist, Hwa Nabi eventually hugged me back.

As our chests softly pressed together, I noticed her moist lips.

Even soaked with water, they hadn’t lost their natural color—truly beautiful lips. I gazed at Hwa Nabi’s face, chest, and the water pooling in her collarbone, then slowly lowered my head and kissed her.

Hwa Nabi seemed surprised by my sudden approach, but she didn’t push me away. She hesitated for a moment, unsure where to put her hands, then simply held me tight without moving.

“Mmm… mmm, hmm….”

“…Haa.”

Under the falling water, holding each other and kissing, my chest gradually grew hot.

What started as playfulness became increasingly sincere. After savoring Hwa Nabi’s lips for a long while, I finally pulled away. My breathing had become rough without me realizing it—I’d been so focused on the kiss that I’d forgotten we were in the middle of showering.

I’d like to continue all the way, shower or not, but… this isn’t the place for that. We have plenty of time, so let’s wash up and get out first. Then we can continue.

We’d just get sweaty again right after showering, making this shower pointless, but that doesn’t matter. I gently stroked Hwa Nabi’s wet hair, then grabbed the shower puff hanging behind me.

I turned off the water momentarily, lathered up some body wash, and brought it to her smooth collarbone. Hwa Nabi flinched. I thought I was being gentle, but it seemed the sensation was still too much for her.

“Heh, you’re going to wash me?”

“Hold still.”

“Mmm, it’s too ticklish….”

She wasn’t lying about it being ticklish—her waist kept twitching whenever I washed her body with the shower puff… and I found it incredibly cute.

The way she squeezed her eyes shut when the shower puff touched her, then looked at me with eyes that said “please finish quickly”—what could be more lovable than that? Wanting to see her cute expression up close, I hugged her waist tightly and gently scrubbed her back.

Hwa Nabi suddenly startled, then opened her eyes wide and pressed her hands against my chest, clinging to me. That was the reaction I’d intended. Pleased that my teasing had worked, I found myself smiling and playfully patted her bottom.

“I think… I understand now.”

“Hmm? What do you understand?”

“Why you were trying to take my panties. Be honest, you weren’t taking them because you like panties, but because you wanted to use them while imagining my bottom, right?”

“…Think whatever you want.”

When I didn’t deny it and pretended not to know what she meant, she seemed convinced and nodded while stroking her own bottom.

“I knew it, husband is just a pervert who likes bottoms. You, perverted bottom molester…!”

“That’s all fine, but calling me a molester is a bit much? If someone heard that, they might think I really am one.”

“…Hmph.”

She seemed upset at my teasing, deliberately blowing air through her nose for me to hear. Finding that cute too, I carefully lathered soap all over Hwa Nabi’s body.

Her shoulders, arms, waist, sides, and legs. After covering all the visible areas, I stopped at the remaining parts that were off-limits even for a married couple, and handed her the shower puff.

Hwa Nabi carefully washed her chest and lower abdomen, then rinsed the shower puff, lathered it again, and poked my abs.

“Now I’ll wash you, so turn around.”

“Okay, please do.”

I turned around as instructed and hunched my shoulders to make it easier for her.

Thump—something soft and smooth touched my back. I immediately felt a strange sensation. What was this? It was too smooth and wide to be the shower puff.

Wondering if it was her palm, I turned my head back, only to get a light slap on the shoulder from Hwa Nabi.

“Don’t look back, it’s distracting. Just look forward.”

“Ah, yes.”

Hwa Nabi told me not to look, but I’d already seen everything when I glanced back. The identity of this wide, smooth, and soft “shower puff” was none other than Hwa Nabi’s chest.

Despite giving her the shower puff, she wasn’t using it but instead had lathered soap on her body to wash me.

Once I realized what was happening, I was honestly a bit dumbfounded… but the sensation wasn’t bad, so I didn’t mind. Besides, I’d teased her first, so I quietly looked forward, letting her do as she pleased.

“…Done. Now turn back around.”

I turned as instructed. Hwa Nabi was covering her soap-covered chest with her hands, looking up at me intently.

The height difference between us is about the length of my head. If I bend my knees slightly and Hwa Nabi stands on her tiptoes, our lips would meet at the perfect distance….

I unconsciously reached out my hand, but stopped at her next words.

“Um, should I wash your front too…?”