Ch.384384. The One That Got Away

Two years later, on a warm spring day.

As always, I woke up from a deep sleep with a strange heaviness in my body, opening my eyes slightly.

“…Mmm.”

My chest feels unusually heavy today, as if someone is sitting on top of me. Unconsciously, I reach toward my chest and feel something soft and smooth.

“Mmm… heh.”

Whose pleasant voice is this? As I try to make sense of it in my half-asleep state, I suddenly realize.

Ah, it’s Hwa Nabi.

As soon as I become aware of this fact, I see her before my eyes. Hwa Nabi, dressed in cute pajamas, is somehow straddling my body.

“Husband, did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I slept well. But… what are you doing on top of me?”

“I was watching you sleep. What about you?”

“Me? I was sleeping and just woke up…”

“Were you really sleeping?”

“Huh…?”

What’s this? It sounds like she’s implying I was pretending to be asleep. Did I do something in my sleep?

As I try to recall with my foggy mind, something soft like jelly touches my right hand, giving me an incredibly pleasant sensation.

Wondering what could be so soft, I glance over and see it’s Hwa Nabi’s chest.

“For someone who was supposedly asleep, you were quite enthusiastically squeezing…”

“…It was an accident, just an accident.”

“Heh, how cute…”

So I was squeezing her chest in my sleep. As I try to act nonchalant and look away, Hwa Nabi follows my gaze and suddenly presses her lips against mine.

Waking up and immediately embracing and kissing the woman I love. It’s certainly happy, but separately, I strongly sense that today won’t be a smooth day either. Since it’s the weekend, I’ll probably be exhausted.

I didn’t bother thinking about how exactly I’d be exhausted. There’s no point in making myself suffer in advance. Mainly in the lower regions, if you know what I mean.

“…Haah.”

Hwa Nabi, whose lips had been pressed against mine, pulls away first. Perhaps as a reaction to forgetting to breathe while teasing my tongue, her breathing is a bit rough.

I embrace her, gently brushing aside the hair near her ear as I look at her quietly.

Her cheeks, tinged red in the morning sunlight, are incredibly beautiful to see.

“Nabi.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you so pretty?”

“…Heh, what are you saying? Empty flattery again.”

It’s not empty flattery, but would saying so really convince her? I should show her with actions.

Though she verbally scolds me, she doesn’t seem to mind as she smiles, so I hold her tightly. Then, placing my hand behind her head and pressing slightly, I kiss her again.

With our lips pressed together, we both close our eyes and focus on tasting each other. My hands are in her hair, while hers slip inside my clothes, exploring here and there.

Her slender fingers touch my abs. She seems to be taking advantage of our kiss to satisfy her own desires, but even though my muscles have become firmer from consistent exercise, it still tickles when she caresses me like this.

I open my eyes slightly while kissing. Hwa Nabi is also looking down at me with narrowed eyes. Her beautifully curved eyes suggest she’s secretly enjoying watching my reactions as she touches my body.

I can’t lose. I lower my hand and place it on Hwa Nabi’s bottom. It’s an expression of intent—if she continues her mischief, I’ll squeeze.

But rather than stopping, she gently sways her hips as if to tempt me, as if challenging me to go ahead.

Does she think I won’t touch her if she acts like this? We’ve seen everything of each other already. I grip firmly and squeeze. As her plump bottom fills my palm, Hwa Nabi, still kissing me, lets out a sweet moan she couldn’t hold back.

“Heh, mmm…”

That sweet sound is so pleasant to hear that, wanting to hear more, I continue kneading her bottom as I switch our positions. Hwa Nabi, who had been pressing down on me, is now below, and I’m on top.

Half-straddling Hwa Nabi, I silently look down at her. Perhaps due to our long kiss, her cheeks and neck have turned red, looking as tempting as a ripe apple.

“…”

A ripe fruit should be picked and eaten.

To claim the fruit that is Hwa Nabi, I place my hand on the buttons of her pajama shirt. And from bottom to top, I start undoing them one by one, about to take my time appreciating her smooth abdomen when—

—BANG!

“Mom! I’m hungry!”

“…!”

Suddenly the bedroom door swings open, and Ucheon enters, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

In that moment, I pull up my pants at the speed of light. Then, pretending nothing happened, I put on a stern voice and address Ucheon.

“…Ucheon, what did Dad tell you to do first thing in the morning?”

“Oh, right. Good morning, Mom, Dad.”

“Mmm, did you sleep well, Ucheon…?”

Hwa Nabi, with her top half-unbuttoned, hastily closes her collar as she responds. I check if my appearance is disheveled, then slightly shield her with my body.

“Yes, I slept well. But Mom, your clothes…”

“Hey, Han Ucheon! What did I tell you about always knocking before entering your parents’ room!”

With a youthful appearance identical to her mother and pink lustrous hair, Uhee, now a bit more mature, appears behind Ucheon.

Ucheon startles at the sight of Uhee and slowly backs away.

“I-I did knock…?”

“Han Ucheon, are you lying? I saw you burst through the door. Didn’t I tell you I’d scold you if you kept doing that?”

“Y-yes, you did.”

Hmm, Ucheon must still be young since he can’t stand up to his sister. I smile at this refreshing childlike behavior, and Uhee, meeting my eyes, politely bows her head.

“Oh, Dad, Mom. Good morning?”

“Yes, did you sleep well too, Uhee?”

“Yes, I slept…”

Uhee’s gaze drops downward, and suddenly her cheeks turn bright red. Why is she acting like that? She looks like someone who’s seen something she shouldn’t have.

“Ah, um. I’m sorry…! I’ll make sure to properly educate Ucheon-!”

Just as I was about to ask why she was suddenly acting this way, Uhee grabbed Ucheon’s wrist, slammed the bedroom door shut, and disappeared.

-Thump, thump, thump.

—Uh, sis. What’s wrong?

—Hey, Han Ucheon! You really have no sense…!

Fading footsteps, the children’s conversation barely audible. As I tilt my head in confusion, my eyes meet with Hwa Nabi, who looks equally perplexed.

“Husband, why is Uhee acting like that?”

“I don’t know, why indeed…?”

Her face is so red—does she have a fever? Concerned, I get up to go outside the room to check on Uhee’s condition.

But something gets caught under my foot. At a glance, it looks like a pink handkerchief or something. What is this? I squat down to examine it more closely, picking up the pink handkerchief-like object.

“…Huh?”

As the handkerchief unfolds… I realize that this object is not a handkerchief at all.

Yes, it’s not a handkerchief but panties. Women’s panties with an extremely sexy design.

Holding these panties that were clearly not made for sleeping in, I suddenly realize.

These are Hwa Nabi’s underwear that I removed last night.

But that’s not the important thing…

“…Nabi.”

“Ah, yes?”

Uhee’s downward gaze, her reddened cheeks. The way she scolded Ucheon for having no sense.

Putting it all together, the conclusion is:

“I think Uhee saw this…?”

Hwa Nabi’s underwear that had fallen to the floor—Uhee must have seen it.

As I unfold the sexy panties to show her, Hwa Nabi’s blank face gradually turns red.

Then, as if she’s reached the limit of embarrassment she can handle, she lets out a shrill scream and buries her face in the blanket.

“…”

The fact that even this side of Hwa Nabi looks cute to me probably means I’m in serious condition, right? I hold her underwear in my hand, approach her, grab her shoulder, and shake her gently.

“Nabi.”

“W-what…?”

“Um, ahem. Don’t you think it would be better to wear underwear for now?”

If her underwear was on the floor, that means she’s not wearing any right now.

I meant it as a considerate suggestion, but it seems to have backfired. Hwa Nabi jerks her reddened face up and stares at me with wide eyes, as if wondering how I could say such a thing so shamelessly.

“Husband, are you in your right mind? Those p-panties aren’t the important thing here. Uhee, Uhee… saw that underwear…!”

“Well, I know that too… but we can’t ask her to pretend she didn’t see something she already saw. We can’t erase Uhee’s memory.”

“Husband, you’re just saying whatever because it’s not your problem…!”

That’s right. Since it’s not my problem, I can suggest solutions from an objective standpoint, can’t I?

But if I were to speak honestly, I’d clearly be resented. So I answered in a roundabout way.

“Nabi, we can’t do anything about what’s already happened. Just forget about it.”

“…Husband.”

“Yes?”

Only after answering did I belatedly realize.

That Hwa Nabi was angry.

The evidence was that she called me just “husband” without the honorific “nim.”

“When you think about it, this is all your fault.”

“Huh? Why is it my fault…?”

“…Don’t you remember what you did to me at dawn yesterday? I clearly said, right? Five times is too much, let’s just do it four times and go to sleep.”

“That’s true, but what does that have to do with this…?”

“If we had done it exactly four times as I said, if we had gone to sleep with clear minds… I wouldn’t have slept without panties, and Uhee wouldn’t have seen my underwear.”

“Uh…?”

Wait, does it work like that? Now that I hear it, it sounds right, but also somehow wrong.

“Husband.”

“Y-yes?”

“Take them off.”

“…Why?”

“Because I’m going to get revenge on you.”

I was about to ask exactly what kind of revenge she was planning, but I swallowed my words.

Because Hwa Nabi started unbuttoning her pajamas one by one.

“We need to go flower viewing before lunch, so keep it short…”

“…No, I’ll do as I please.”

Hwa Nabi curtly replied as she climbed on top of me.

As I held her waist to support her, I thought to myself.

It might sound ridiculous, but I hope this lively daily life continues.

Always laughing, occasionally fighting, but ultimately kissing the person I love and being together—I hope this life continues forever.

“Nabi.”

“What is it, husband?”

“I love you.”

Hwa Nabi, who had finished unbuttoning her pajamas and was about to start on mine, paused for a moment.

Perhaps surprised by my sudden declaration of love, she hesitates while trying to undo the buttons.

After a brief moment, Hwa Nabi shows a playful smile and whispers to me, bringing her face close.

“Yes, I love you too, husband. I love you so much. I love you more than anyone in the world. …But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

“…Heh.”

Truly, this couldn’t be a happier life…