Ch.357357. Nabi, Do You Trust Me?

“Huh, my phone…?”

Hwa Nabi looks at me in surprise. Her eyes are wider than usual, and she’s pressing her arms against her chest so tightly that it’s getting squished—clearly my request has caught her off guard.

The reason for her reaction is obvious. She’s worried I might see the photos on her phone. I shake my head to indicate that wasn’t my intention.

“Don’t worry, I won’t look at what you just took.”

“Then why do you need my phone…?”

“To take some pictures. Mine is in the bedroom, right?”

“Ah….”

When there’s a camera right in front of us, there’s no need to go through the trouble of getting mine. As I gesture toward the phone in her hand, she seems to realize what I mean, slightly opening her mouth before carefully handing it to me.

I take the phone and open the messenger app. The recipient is “My Husband♡♡”… which is me.

After opening our one-on-one chat, I tap the camera tab and then photo capture to switch to photo sending mode. Now any pictures I take will be sent directly to my phone as well.

Having finished the preparations, I glance at Hwa Nabi. She seems uneasy about having handed over her phone, fidgeting with her fingers while watching intently to see what I’m doing.

“What, worried I might sneak a peek?”

“Huh? No, no. It’s not that…”

“Really? It’s written all over your face.”

When I tease her, she thinks for a moment, then starts nervously rubbing her arm while avoiding my gaze. Without saying anything, her actions honestly admit her anxiety.

I wonder what kind of photos she’s taken to be this nervous. I’d like to secretly check her album, but now isn’t the time. I lean forward slightly and kiss her forehead, whispering softly.

“Nabi, do you trust me?”

“…Yes, I do.”

They say the person you should trust least is someone who asks “Do you trust me?”, but Hwa Nabi doesn’t seem to know this as she innocently blushes and nods.

Good. I’ll reassure her like this, then check secretly when she lets her guard down. While secretly forming this devious plan, I step back from Hwa Nabi and adjust the angle to capture her well in the camera.

“Is it okay if I take a picture?”

“Ah, yes. You can take whatever pictures you want, husband…”

“Okay, got it. I’ll take it now.”

-Click. With the cheerful sound effect, I capture Hwa Nabi looking shy with her arms covering her chest under the shower head.

Let me check the result by zooming in… As expected, is it because the model is perfect? With just minimal editing, it looks like something straight out of a magazine.

The curves are in all the right places, exuding sensuality while her shy expression adds an innocent charm. If I were to compile Hwa Nabi’s photos into a portfolio, this shot would absolutely have to be included.

I’m so impressed just looking at the phone screen that I’m amazed I took such a picture. How did I manage to capture something like this?

Maybe I actually have a natural talent for photography… I’m getting carried away with such thoughts. It’s all because Hwa Nabi’s figure is so perfect.

“…”

As I remain silent while holding the phone, Hwa Nabi finds it strange and slowly approaches me.

“Husband, why are you so quiet…?”

“…Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Shall we continue?”

“Yes. Same pose?”

“No, we’ve got the front view… let’s take one from behind.”

Hwa Nabi returns to her spot and carefully turns around. Since it’s her back view and there’s no need to cover herself, she lowers the arms that were covering her chest and places her hands against the shower wall.

In this position, even without her intending to, her lower body protrudes, emphasizing her firm buttocks…

It makes my mouth water—I mean, it’s impossible not to stare at such an attractive behind, and my heart keeps pounding. I wasn’t like this when taking the front view photo, but now my heart is racing just from looking at my woman’s behind. Am I really such a fool?

Regardless of my will, my gaze suddenly drops downward, which is quite torturous. Worried that Hwa Nabi might find it strange if I delay any longer, I focus only on her figure in the camera.

-Click.

“Did you take it…?”

“…”

Instead of answering, I glance at the result. The focus is on her buttocks, so the top of her head is slightly cut off, and about a third of the frame shows the shower floor tiles that didn’t need to be in the picture.

It looks good, but I can’t show Hwa Nabi such a blurry and explicit photo with poor focus. I send the original to myself and delete the photo file remaining on Hwa Nabi’s phone.

“It’s a bit shaky. Let’s take another one.”

“Okay, how should I pose this time…?”

“After front and back, naturally comes the side, right?”

“Ah… the side?”

“Yes, let’s take a side view.”

When I request a side view, she hesitates momentarily, then awkwardly turns halfway.

Looking shy and embarrassed, she covers her chest with her hands and slightly turns her pelvis to hide her lower abdomen at a barely concealing angle. It’s like the Venus pose but with the lower body turned slightly to the left.

“It’s embarrassing because my chest is visible…”

“Be confident, be confident. No one’s seeing this but me, right?”

“That’s exactly why it’s more embarrassing! Even nude models can’t perform in front of people they know…”

“Really? I think I’d be more comfortable in front of someone I know.”

“Maybe you would, but I’m too embarrassed!”

While Venus in paintings stands proudly, Hwa Nabi in the photo twists her body shyly, which makes her even cuter.

It’s not appropriate to say in this situation, but Hwa Nabi is really cutest when she’s embarrassed. Wanting to tease her more, I deliberately say something mischievous.

“Nabi, could you lower your hands?”

“No, I can’t. If I lower them, everything will show.”

“I’m asking because I want to see. Won’t you do it for me?”

“…S-still no. If you really want to see, you can look after we’re done taking pictures…”

Ah, it’s not working. I thought if I asked sincerely, she’d reluctantly show me. But she’s firm on this point, shaking her head from side to side.

If I persisted more stubbornly, she might give in, but let’s be satisfied with this for now. I took several shots of the particularly shy Hwa Nabi from the side.

Click, click—after taking about five more photos and sending them, my messenger is filled with Hwa Nabi’s pictures. They exude a sensual atmosphere at a glance, making my heart gradually heat up as I look at them.

“Is that, is that enough?”

“Yeah, that should do it. This is plenty.”

“…Hoo, how embarrassing.”

She really seems embarrassed, not just saying it, as she turns on the cold water faucet and lightly washes her face.

I look at Hwa Nabi, then scan through the photos I’ve taken and casually ask:

“Is taking pictures that embarrassing?”

“Taking normal pictures isn’t embarrassing. But this isn’t just any picture, is it? I’m naked—anyone would be embarrassed!”

“I took them without feeling awkward.”

“That’s… that’s because you’re strange, husband. How can you take such pictures without feeling any shame?”

“You’re the one who asked me to take them. If someone heard us, they’d think I was the one who asked.”

“…Ugh.”

When I counter with logic, she seems at a loss for words, fumbling with her lips before avoiding my gaze.

Hmm, maybe I should have given her a way out? But seeing Hwa Nabi fidgeting like this is so cute that I keep wanting to put her in difficult situations.

This is a problem. People say that in married life, you start noticing flaws you didn’t see before, but all I see are her good points and adorable, lovable aspects.

“Nabi, come here.”

“…Why, what are you going to do?”

“Let’s take a picture.”

“Didn’t we just finish taking pictures…?”

“Those were solo shots of you. Now we need to take one together. We haven’t taken a couple photo yet.”

“What kind of embarrassing picture are you planning to take now…”

Though she seems reluctant, sensing my playful intentions, she still approaches me while grumbling.

I gently wrap my arm around Hwa Nabi’s waist and walk to the large mirror in the shower room. Since it’s mounted high, our lower bodies aren’t visible, but our upper bodies are clearly reflected in the foggy glass.

“You’re not planning to take it here…?”

“Yes, why? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just… seeing myself in the mirror makes me embarrassed.”

Hwa Nabi, who’s been unusually shy today, slightly covers her chest with her arm. Yet she still peeks at herself in the mirror, then at me—she seems embarrassed but curious.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about this. There are more embarrassing things to come.”

“Then, l-let’s take it quickly and be done…”

I wonder if she knows that human psychology makes us want to go slower when urged to hurry. To embarrass Hwa Nabi more, I deliberately open the camera app very slowly.

The slower I operate the phone, the redder her cheeks become. I find it so cute that I lean down and kiss her cheek.

“Mmh…”

“Nabi, why are you so cute today?”

“What are you saying? I’m not cute at all…”

Your complaints just make you cuter. I move behind Hwa Nabi, gently embrace her lower abdomen, and point the phone toward the mirror.

Through the foggy mirror, I can see myself embracing her from behind. Thanks to our height difference, both our faces are clearly visible—I’m smiling with upturned lips while Hwa Nabi is blushing and looking embarrassed. It’s as if I’m doing something naughty to her.

Click—taking the picture makes it look even more risqué. With me pushing my hair back and roughly embracing Hwa Nabi from behind as she covers her chest with her arms… the atmosphere suggests something could happen at any moment.

Being so close, I can smell her fragrance and feel the softness of her lower abdomen under my hand. I press my face against Hwa Nabi’s nape, pretending to sniff her.

“Mmm, husband. Your hand…”

“Hand? What hand?”

“The hand touching my bottom… it’s hard and a bit uncomfortable…”

“Oh… this?”

When I press my lower body against her, Hwa Nabi startles. I whisper into her ear:

“That’s not my hand.”