Ch.374374. What’s as Important as Greetings? Love…?

After making love with Hwa Nabi, who had seduced me in provocative clothing, I lay in bed, catching my breath while stroking her hair.

“…Phew.”

“Hehe, that tickles.”

When my sweet sigh touched her face, Hwa Nabi wiggled her eyebrows and tapped my chest as if ticklish. I caught her hand and whispered softly.

“Oh, Nabi. My sister is getting married.”

“Married…? Ah, is it with that person you mentioned meeting? What was his name again, Baek…?”

“Yeah, Baek Sunghyun. She gave me a wedding invitation too.”

“Ah, the invitation… where is it?”

“I put it in my coat pocket, so check it later. The design is really pretty.”

“Okay. Speaking of wedding invitations, it reminds me of when we got married. I was so excited back then.”

Seemingly recalling something from eight years ago, Hwa Nabi sighed and burrowed into my arms. I embraced her, kissed her forehead, and replied.

“Really? I still get excited every day.”

“Hehe, really? That sounds like a lie.”

“It’s not a lie. How could I not be excited when such a cute girl is waiting for me at home?”

“Hmm, I’m not a girl anymore, you know?”

I was about to answer that she still looks like a girl to me, when Hwa Nabi smiled with one corner of her mouth and moved her hand toward her chest.

Wondering what she was doing, I watched as she slipped her fingers between her underwear and chest, pulling it down. Her pale chest was revealed in a most pleasing shape, capturing my gaze.

“…I’m an adult, you know.”

“…”

Indeed, one part of her body is quite adult-like.

No, more than adult-like—it’s mature. So mature that just looking at it feels almost sinful.

Wait, is this maturity or something sacred? I must be flustered because random thoughts keep popping into my head. I unconsciously gulped. I slowly reached out my hand, then barely managed to stop myself and pretended not to notice as I gently embraced Hwa Nabi.

“…Yes, my mature Nabi. Let’s get dressed now?”

“Hehe, no. I want to stay like this.”

“You’ll catch a cold. Come on, hurry up.”

“Then, will my husband dress me instead?”

“…”

If she’s trying to seduce me, she’s still far from succeeding. How long have I been living with Hwa Nabi? I wouldn’t lose control over just one comment like this, would I?

With hands that were trembling for some reason, I pulled up Hwa Nabi’s shoulder strap that had fallen down to below her arm. She stared at me intently, then smiled as if finding me cute.

“Husband, why are your hands shaking? Are you afraid of me?”

“…Huh? What do you mean? I wasn’t shaking at all.”

“Hehehe, hmm… is that so?”

After making sure her lingerie properly covered her pale chest, I casually rubbed her waist, pretending nothing had happened.

The way Hwa Nabi quietly smiled at me made me think she already saw through me… but still. As I continued pretending not to know, Hwa Nabi tapped her shoulder with an obviously fake tone.

“My shoulders hurt, husband.”

“Why do my Nabi’s shoulders hurt?”

“Hmm… maybe because my breasts are too big?”

“Oh, really? That’s not good. Should I give you a massage?”

“Yes, would you? …Hehe.”

Hwa Nabi smiled seductively and turned around. Her large breasts pressed against the bed sheet, slightly squished, with the flesh bulging out between her armpits, bouncing firmly.

So when breasts are too big, they get pressed and bulge out like this. Realizing this new fact, I absentmindedly admired Hwa Nabi’s chest before coming to my senses and sitting up.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, gently squeezing and kneading them. She let out blatantly strange and sensual moans.

“Mmm… yes, husband… there, it feels so good, mmm…”

“…People outside might hear you.”

“Hehe, it’s fine. The kids are sleeping, and the soundproofing is good… mmm, ahhh…”

The sounds are so sensual that I want to stop, but her neck is so stiff that I can’t. I thought her claim about shoulder pain was just an excuse to get me to touch her body, but it seems she was really in pain.

Well, her breasts were already large, and they’ve grown even bigger with pregnancy. It’s inevitable that her shoulders and back would be strained. Though I started the massage half-jokingly, I did my best to thoroughly knead her shoulders and loosen all the tight spots.

“Mmm, ahh… husband, you’re so good at massages… hehe. Mmm…”

“How does this feel? Good?”

“Yes, it feels so good I might go crazy… I think I made the right choice becoming your woman…”

I understand she feels good from my massage, but her intense reactions are making blood rush to places it shouldn’t. I pretended not to hear Hwa Nabi’s sensual moans and continued the massage while mentally singing the national anthem.

Below the neck, upper shoulders, scapular muscles. As I repeatedly pressed the easily tensed areas with my thumbs, pushing upward with pressure, Hwa Nabi’s breathing became increasingly rough, her chest heaving.

I watched her reactions, and when she finally couldn’t hold back anymore, clutching the bedsheet and trembling, I stopped the pressure and moved my hands to her waist.

“Huh? Why did you stop…?”

“Your shoulders are done. I’ll do your waist now.”

Before she could say anything else, I started massaging her waist. The technique was similar yet different from the shoulders—gently pressing the lower pelvis area and pushing upward in a wing-like motion.

Her waist must have been as tense as her shoulders, because with just simple movements, Hwa Nabi trembled.

“Ahh, mmm… wait, please be gentler…”

“…If I’m too gentle, it won’t be an effective massage.”

Her voice seemed to have become sweeter, but I told myself it was my imagination and continued the massage.

Using the familiar technique I’d done many times before, I pressed around her waist rather than directly on it, as if loosening the surrounding areas. Hwa Nabi buried her face in the pillow. I noticed her ears and nape had turned bright red.

She seemed to be struggling to endure it, desperately shaking her head before parting her lips and letting out sweet breaths and moans.

“Ahh, mmm, haaah… mmm, so, good…”

“Now, I’m finished.”

Finally, I placed my fingers on the ambiguous boundary just below her waist and above her buttocks. This might sound perverted, but this area is also good to massage for women.

I think there’s something like lymph nodes in this area, and although it might be embarrassing, pressing it thoroughly is beneficial.

Normally I wouldn’t do this for fear of being called a pervert, but since I’d already started the massage, I decided to include her buttocks and pressed firmly with my fingers. The sensation must have been too stimulating, because Hwa Nabi clutched the bedsheet, kicked her feet, and let out what could only be described as screams.

“Ahh, ahhh, mmm, ahh, mmm…!”

“…Done.”

After carefully pressing the upper part of her buttocks with my thumb, I patted her bottom to signal I was finished. Then Hwa Nabi, who had been letting out heated sighs, suddenly turned her upper body to look at me.

Her gaze seemed strangely dangerous. Like someone whose switch had been flipped.

“Haah, mmm, mmm, hehe…”

“Nabi, how was it?”

“…You’re asking how it was?”

Instead of answering my question, Hwa Nabi caressed her chest area as if to show me something.

“Can you see how red my chest has become?”

“Yes, I can see… why?”

“When I get excited, my chest turns red… So, how does it look now? Really red, right?”

“…”

So in other words, she’s extremely excited right now?

Before I could ask that, Hwa Nabi pressed her hand against the bed sheet and suddenly stood up. Then she lunged at me, pressing her upper body firmly against mine.

Like a snake coiling around its prey, Hwa Nabi intertwined her hands and fingers with mine before I realized what was happening. Finding myself suddenly holding hands with her, I was inwardly flustered.

Why is she suddenly acting like this? Did the massage I just gave her flip some switch? But her expression seems too composed for that.

“…Husband.”

“Uh, yes?”

“Since you gave me a massage, it’s only fair that I give you one too, right?”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

Give and take may be the principle of social life, but somehow I feel like that shouldn’t apply right now.

With our fingers firmly intertwined, she pulled slightly to prevent me from escaping and slowly looked down at me.

Her breath on my face is quite rough, making it clear that Hwa Nabi is highly excited.

After letting out a sweet sigh, her hand went to my waistband. I knew what was happening but didn’t stop her. Her fingers invaded deeper and grabbed an unexpected place, slowly pulling down.

“I thought you said massage, but what exactly are you trying to massage?”

“That’s up to me, isn’t it? You just need to receive the massage, right?”

“Sure, but… what kind of massage do you want to give me?”

“Hmm, a baby seed massage…?”

“Baby… what?”

Did I just hear that wrong?

“A baby seed massage. It’s a massage to help healthy baby seeds come out from here… haven’t you heard of it?”

“…Where did you learn this massage?”

“From slightly naughty videos with men and women…?”

“…”

That’s definitely not just a massage video.