Ch.361361. The Continuing Photo Shoot

After some time had passed, I came out of the bathroom with Hwa Nabi and lay down on the bed with a satisfied sigh.

Ah, the photos turned out well. Especially the last one taken after finishing the deed. This photo, with some unidentifiable liquid splattered across the chest area creating an unmistakably erotic atmosphere, is among my top five favorites of all the photos I’ve taken.

With just a shower robe loosely draped over me, I pulled Hwa Nabi close and tapped her lower abdomen with my finger to get her attention. When she looked up at me with raised eyes as if asking what I wanted, I casually showed her the photos I’d been admiring on her phone.

“Look, they turned out well, didn’t they?”

“W-well? What do you mean… When did you take such lewd photos?”

“I secretly took them while you were cleaning up.”

“…You’ve changed.”

“Changed? What do you mean?”

I asked out of genuine curiosity, but thinking I was joking, Hwa Nabi poked my chest and snorted.

“The photos, I mean. At first, you didn’t even like taking pictures with me, but now you’re actively taking such lewd photos?”

“I didn’t like taking photos with you?”

“Yes, don’t you remember from our school days? You’d frown intensely whenever I pointed a phone at you.”

“Well, I don’t think I frowned that much…”

I’m embarrassed to admit it myself, but I quite enjoy displays of affection. Not that I like showing it off in public, but when we’re alone, the restraints in my mind tend to come undone.

Anyway, someone like me wouldn’t have avoided taking photos with Hwa Nabi. If I did, there must have been another reason. For example, if everyone was staring at us or something like that.

“No, you did! I remember it clearly. In our first year of high school, at that dessert shop in front of Chungha Highschool, when I asked to take a photo, you subtly showed how much you disliked it.”

“Nabi, how do you remember such trivial things…?”

“Trivial? It might have been trivial to you, but not to me. Do you know how shocked I was, even though I didn’t say anything? I finally worked up the courage to ask, and you clearly showed how much you hated it, you know?”

“Ah, did I? Sorry, I guess I did back then.”

Our first year of high school was over five years ago, so honestly, I don’t remember well. But seeing Hwa Nabi confront me with such an aggrieved expression, I probably did show my dislike.

After I apologized sincerely, Hwa Nabi’s eyebrows suddenly formed an inverted V. With her lips turned down and eyebrows raised, she looked genuinely angry.

“‘I guess I did back then’… Is that supposed to be an excuse, dear husband?”

So she really is angry. Hwa Nabi, who had been nestled against me, suddenly sat up and pressed down on my chest with both hands, looking down at me.

Perhaps trying to create an intimidating atmosphere, she narrowed her eyes and glared at me… but with her cheeks flushed pink, it only looked like a cute tantrum.

“It’s in the past, what can we do? It’s not like we can turn back time.”

“If we turned back time, our marriage would never have happened either. Are you saying you don’t want to be married to me now?”

“How did you reach that conclusion…?”

That was quite a leap. I asked in disbelief, and as if telling me not to make excuses, Hwa Nabi grabbed my chest muscles with both hands and pressed down firmly.

Even with her small, delicate hands, it didn’t hurt, but it created a strange, ticklish sensation in my chest. I carefully took hold of both her wrists.

“Nabi, were you really hurt when I showed dislike back then?”

I was going to let it slide as half a joke, but her sulking seemed unusual, so I asked carefully. If Hwa Nabi said she was hurt, it would be right to properly apologize even now.

I met her gaze, silently asking for honesty. She was the first to look away, but I continued to gaze at her steadily.

“……”

From the corner of my vision, I could see the shoulder strap under Hwa Nabi’s shower robe slowly slipping down. Without saying anything, I reached out and pulled it back up.

As if thinking I was doing something inappropriate, she flinched when my fingers touched her, but soon realized what I was doing and became embarrassed instead. Seeing her like this, she looks so innocent and cute.

While I was at it, I properly closed the front of her shower robe and smiled slightly. Hwa Nabi seemed very embarrassed by this and removed her hands from my chest, fidgeting with her fingers.

“N-no. It wasn’t enough to say I was hurt. You were always good to me back then too…”

“Then what’s this about? If it’s about the photos we just took in the bathroom, we can delete them if you want.”

“That’s… fine. I’m the one who said I’d do anything for you, and you didn’t force me to take them.”

“If that’s okay too, are you perhaps embarrassed?”

“……”

“Nabi, why can’t you answer?”

“…Yes, I’m embarrassed and that’s why I’m being petty. Happy now?”

Hwa Nabi snapped back quickly, placing her hands on my abs and pressing down as if giving a massage.

Caught off guard, I involuntarily let out a gasp, and seizing the momentary opening, Hwa Nabi climbed up onto my abdomen.

“Come to think of it, I’m getting angry…! No, is that supposed to be a question? After taking so many lewd photos of me, why are you pretending not to know?”

“…Hah, Nabi, wait. First, calm down and listen to me…”

“My chest and butt are all in those photos, of course I’m embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be? You insensitive idiot…!”

I was about to retort “Then you should have said so earlier…” but I choked on my breath. Hwa Nabi was lifting her hips and pressing down on my abdomen with her butt.

I shouldn’t be thinking this while pinned under her, but this situation feels strangely familiar. I think Hwa Nabi did this to me a few times when we were students… or am I imagining it?

While I was lost in these useless thoughts, Hwa Nabi undid the front of her robe that I had carefully closed and exposed her chest. Faced with the sudden display of milky skin, I gasped for a different reason.

“You didn’t know because you were the one taking the photos, right…? I’ll return the favor so you can feel what I felt.”

Just as I was wondering what she meant by “returning the favor,” Hwa Nabi grabbed her phone from the bedside and quickly tapped on it.

Curious about what she was doing, I saw she had opened the camera app, switched to selfie mode, and then grabbed my wrist, placing my hand on her chest.

Click.

The photo was taken before I could stop her. It looked as if I was groping her chest.

Finally understanding her intention, I quickly pulled my hand away. But it was already too late. Hwa Nabi briefly checked the result and turned the phone screen toward me to show the photo.

“There, embarrassing, isn’t it?”

“…Huh?”

Embarrassing…? Honestly, I’m not sure. The only parts of my body visible in the photo are the back of my hand and my forearm. It’s impossible to tell from this photo that it’s me touching Hwa Nabi’s chest.

She must have read my thoughts from my expression, because her eyebrows twitched momentarily. I suddenly realized I hadn’t managed my expression and hurriedly tried to act, but she was already preparing the next photo.

Hwa Nabi untied the belt of her shower robe. Like wings unfolding, the front of the robe fluttered in the air, revealing her smooth lower abdomen.

“……”

I was absentmindedly admiring the view when… I reacted too late.

Hwa Nabi grabbed both my wrists and placed them on her hips. Then she put her hands on my chest and took several photos from above.

“…Hmph, that’s good.”

After checking the results, Hwa Nabi smiled with satisfaction. She held out the phone to show me the photos she had just taken, and with the changed angle, they looked even more erotic.

In the photo, Hwa Nabi was straddling my abdomen, and I appeared to be gripping her hips. But because she was slightly moving her waist, it gave a strangely dynamic impression.

Yes, up to this point it’s just an ordinarily erotic photo, but… the problem is that my face is visible at the edge of the photo. And worse, I’m staring at her chest with a somewhat dazed expression, which is clearly visible in the photo.

“Dear husband, what do you think would happen if I posted these photos on Instagram?”

“What would happen? I’d be nationally humiliated, and you’d get your Instagram account suspended…”

“Then, since we’d both lose out, these should absolutely never be posted, right?”

“Yes, that’s true, but…”

Somehow, her tone suggests she wants something. I looked at her, silently asking her to tell me what she wanted.

“I want to take more photos of you.”

“Photos? What kind of photos specifically?”

“Similar to the ones we just took. The concept is… something like slightly erotic couple photos. What do you think? I promise I won’t include your face next time.”

“Taking them is fine, but you’re not planning to post them on Instagram, are you…?”

“Come on, how could I post something so embarrassing? I’ll never post anything showing bare chests, so I’ll just edit the ones with appropriate content before posting.”

“Alright, that much is fine.”

“…Hmph. Then, I’ll help myself.”