Ch.359359. Because Both Body and Mind Melt Softly

I deliberately omitted the subject in my question. By not specifying exactly where, I was hoping that if she gave permission, I could touch wherever I wanted, whether up or down.

Perhaps because my intention was so obvious, Hwa Nabi’s eyes gradually regained their focus as she looked at me. Afraid she might see through my thoughts, I quickly embraced her and kissed her lips again. Let’s hear her answer not with words, but with her body.

Since Hwa Nabi was only turning her head toward me, I placed my hand on her waist and gently pulled her to face me for a more comfortable position. All the while, I continued kissing her without interruption, then gazed deeply into her eyes, communicating only with my gaze.

‘Aren’t you going to answer?’

‘…Where do you want to touch?’

‘Just, anywhere.’

‘Don’t tell me you’re trying to say you want to touch my chest in a roundabout way…?’

‘No, that’s not it….’

…Well, that’s not entirely true. If I could, I’d like to slowly feel every part of her—her chest, buttocks, waist, thighs, the back of her knees, calves, even down to the soles of her feet.

But considering my social dignity, I couldn’t possibly be that honest even if my mouth were torn open. Hiding my explicit thoughts and pretending it was nothing, I casually took her hand and interlocked our fingers.

‘Like this, I just wanted to hold your hand.’

‘Hmm, that sounds like a lie…?’

‘It’s not a lie, really.’

‘Come on… that’s a lie. Be honest. You want to touch somewhere other than my hand, right?’

‘I’m telling you it’s not a lie…?’

‘If you’re honest right now… I might allow it.’

The words “I want to touch your entire body” rose to the tip of my tongue, then retreated. Stay calm. Hwa Nabi isn’t being sincere; she’s testing me.

The evidence is in her crescent-shaped eyebrows and that uniquely playful expression she shows when teasing or testing me.

…Yes, I know she’s testing me. But her playful eye-smile was so cute, and her offer so tempting that I almost fell for it.

Hwa Nabi, what a fearsome woman. Regaining my composure, I pulled my lips away from hers.

“…Phew.”

“Hoo, haa, hehe…”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Hmm… just because my husband is so cute?”

“…I told you not to call me cute.”

It seems Hwa Nabi uses “cute” as her own way of expressing affection, but for me, it’s not a compliment I can fully embrace.

After all, there’s a difference between a man calling a woman cute and vice versa. The former is a common compliment men give to attractive women, while the latter feels more like a casual pleasantry women throw at men who don’t exude masculinity.

Of course, I believe Hwa Nabi doesn’t mean it that way. She probably calls me cute because she finds something adorable in my behavior.

But human emotions are complex; sometimes we can understand something intellectually but not accept it emotionally. For me, being called “cute” is one of those things.

It feels awkward to explain all this, so… I muttered my complaint and glanced at Hwa Nabi. She stroked my hair gently with a satisfied smile, as if my complicated feelings were incredibly endearing to her.

“…Hehe, husband. Didn’t I tell you before?”

“Tell me what…?”

“The more you protest, the cuter you look to me? Oh, are you doing this on purpose? Looking super cute to make my heart skip a beat?”

“…Good grief.”

I’ve always thought she was someone who doesn’t listen well since we first met, but it seems to have gotten worse since we got married.

When she was a student, she at least pretended to listen to me, but now that she’s all grown up, she doesn’t even bother with that pretense. I sighed unconsciously and let go of our intertwined hands.

Then, snap—this time Hwa Nabi took the initiative and interlocked our fingers. Like a snake constricting its prey, she gripped my right hand and, suppressing a laugh, brought her lips close to mine.

Smooch. Our lips met with her sweet scent. Hwa Nabi looked at me intently with upturned eyes.

‘So cute…’

‘Nabi, I…’

‘Want to touch my chest?’

‘…’

It was clearly a question meant to test me… but the moment I couldn’t answer immediately, my true feelings were already exposed.

Hwa Nabi seemed to realize this too, as she kept telling me with her eyes how adorably cute I was while pressing me toward her chest.

Though I never agreed to touch her, she kept pushing herself against me as if inviting me to do so. I gathered my last shred of dignity and refrained from reaching out.

I’m still a man after all, and I can’t keep letting her take the lead like this.

Instead of giving in to the sweet temptation, I focused on the kiss and the taste of her sweet lips. With my right hand already captured, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and Hwa Nabi leaned into me as if she’d been waiting for this, entrusting her weight to me.

As my back pressed firmly against the bathtub wall, the soft, jelly-like feeling of Hwa Nabi’s chest pressed tightly against my body. While secretly enjoying that pleasant sensation, I gently rubbed her waist with my left fingertips.

“…Hehe, hmm, mmm…”

Finding my fingers ticklish as they reached her lower abdomen, she tried to wrap her tongue around mine but ended up laughing. I slightly pursed my lips, bit her lower lip, and lightly licked it.

Maybe it’s because we’re soaking in the bathtub, but her lips seem more moist than when we kiss standing up… I suppose it’s fine. I gently coated her red lips with saliva and carefully licked her upper and lower lips alternately.

Hwa Nabi didn’t seem to mind; she licked my lips in return and slowly closed her eyes. I closed mine as well and slightly parted my lips in response.

“…Phew.”

“Mmm, haa, huah…”

As our sticky kiss continued, I unconsciously fidgeted with our clasped hands. Hwa Nabi squeezed my hand tightly, as if telling me to stay still, gripping me with her delicate fingers.

I gently squeezed her hand back and, wanting to be even closer, pulled her into a tight embrace. My head felt dizzy from the rising heat, but even in my hazy state, I felt a strong urge to never let her go.

Our bodies pressed together without any gap between us. Like mating snails, our bodies tangled messily, pressing against each other’s skin as we embraced and explored each other, until we suddenly realized we needed air and separated our lips.

We had both been so engrossed in each other that we’d forgotten to breathe, and as soon as our lips parted, we inhaled deeply. At the same time, a thread of saliva stretched between our lips.

“……”

“……”

Hwa Nabi looked at me with unfocused eyes and reached out her hand. The lingering desire at the tip of her finger as she caressed my lips suggested she regretted the kiss ending due to our need for breath.

I felt the same regret. After a brief moment of rest, I lunged at Hwa Nabi again. This time, not just a kiss of licking lips, but a deep French kiss.

More aggressively than before, I pressed my lips against hers and carefully slipped my tongue between her lips.

“Hm, mmm…”

I gently sucked the tip of her tongue with mine. As our saliva mixed with wet sounds, the kiss became much more erotic than before.

Feeling her tongue touch the roof of my mouth and under my tongue, my passion flared and I boldly moved my hand. I placed it on Hwa Nabi’s luscious buttocks and gently kneaded them, making her eyebrows twitch.

“Really, you’re going to take advantage while I’m distracted…?”

“Sorry, it’s just too tempting…”

“…Hehe, is my butt that tempting? Which part, how much?”

“Just, completely tempting overall…”

It’s so voluminous that it hardly needs description, and her skin is so fair that I feel a strong urge to squeeze it hard enough to leave handprints.

To put it crudely… it’s the kind of butt that can seduce someone just by being shown. The evidence is my own experience. Whenever I see Hwa Nabi from behind, my gaze is drawn downward.

“Don’t be so vague, be more specific.”

“Well, even if you ask me to be specific…”

“If you describe it well, I’ll let you knead it as much as you want today. This is separate from the favor I promised to grant.”

“…In a word, it’s a butt that drives men crazy.”

“Hehe, you fool.”

Though she scolded me verbally, she didn’t seem to truly mind as she lowered her right hand with a pretty smile.

Her soft fingers landed on my lower abdomen—the location of my abs, a body part she’s always interested in and touches whenever she gets the chance.

“Why are you putting your hand there?”

“Because you gave a half-answer, so I think a penalty is needed?”

“…Penalty?”

“Yes, penalty. Specifically… I get to touch your abs. In exchange, you can touch my butt. How about it, isn’t that a fair penalty?”

“Sounds good…”

I answered as if I didn’t care much, but inside I was rejoicing. After all, if I can touch Hwa Nabi’s butt in exchange for letting her feel my body, that’s a bargain.

Sincerely believing this, I quickly reached out my hand. As I gripped Hwa Nabi’s firm buttocks and gently kneaded them, an indescribable elasticity and softness transmitted through my fingertips, making my chest burn with desire.

“Mmm, aren’t you kneading a bit too enthusiastically…?”

“You can touch me too, Nabi.”

“I didn’t expect you to knead so eagerly. This calls for an even bigger penalty…?”

“What kind?”

My gaze, while kneading Hwa Nabi’s buttocks, met hers as she rubbed my lower abdomen.

“…I want to touch this.”