Ch.5959. This Is Mr. Siwoo’s Fault…! [Illustration]

I Have too Many Girlfriends

There’s a saying that if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it.

It means don’t take things you have to do too painfully… but even that has its limits.

The outfit Hwa Nabi was currently wearing was too provocative to enjoy with peace of mind.

I tried reasoning with her several times, but she wouldn’t listen to a word I said.

“…”

…My pointless contemplation didn’t last long.

After facing off with Hwa Nabi through eye contact alone, I gulped. Whether from embarrassment or some other reason, she was staring at me intently with flushed cheeks.

Was it just my imagination that her gaze felt like a lioness eyeing her prey?

In the midst of this inexplicable tension, Hwa Nabi suddenly spoke.

“So… Siwoo? Isn’t it about time you quietly accepted my nursing care?”

That definitely wasn’t the look a nurse would have. I pressed my back against the headboard and shifted my hips backward. But there was nowhere else to retreat to—I’d reached a dead end.

Hwa Nabi, with her somewhat dangerous gaze, slowly walked toward me. With each step, her smooth thighs flaunted their presence.

Below them extended her bare feet, completing an enchanting leg line. I stared at her, mesmerized.

“…”

No… this isn’t right. I need to snap out of it. I can’t get caught up in her pace. If I do, I won’t be able to handle the consequences.

“W-wait. Yes, nursing is fine, but let’s have dinner first.”

“What? Dinner at this hour?”

“Y-yeah. I’ve been sleeping so much I missed breakfast too.”

“Oh… is that so? You should have said something earlier.”

I’m glad she seems to understand. Nothing beats conversation when it comes to persuading someone…

“Then, Siwoo, I’ll make dinner for you myself. The kitchen is on the first floor, right?”

With those words, Hwa Nabi turned toward the door. She was about to go into the hallway dressed like that. I panicked and stopped her.

“W-wait. You’re going into the hallway looking like that?”

“Yes, why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’… Isn’t it obvious that you can’t?”

If she leaves my room in that cosplay outfit that barely functions as clothing, what would the people in my house think of me? Whatever it is, it wouldn’t be good.

I swallowed dryly and tried to dissuade her. Hwa Nabi looked at me as if wondering what the problem was. Is she deliberately acting this way?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…What’s wrong with my eyes?”

Hmph, Hwa Nabi cutely snorted and averted her gaze defiantly.

Her profile was clearly full of discontent. I looked at her still-flushed cheeks and chuckled. She’s not a child, yet she’s pouting over something like this.

“Nabi, come here.”

“…”

“It’ll just take a moment, come here.”

I softened my voice and asked again. Hwa Nabi flinched, then reluctantly walked over with small steps.

I patted the spot right next to me at the head of my bed.

“Don’t just stand there, sit here.”

“…Hmph.”

She’s clearly trying to show she’s upset, but she still listens to what I say—it’s kind of cute. I’d like to tease her, but now was the time to be serious.

I placed my hand over hers, which was pressing down on the bedspread. Hwa Nabi’s shoulders trembled slightly. I waited until her trembling subsided.

Eventually, Hwa Nabi, who had been looking everywhere but at me, glanced my way. I met her gaze and began to speak.

“Look, I understand how you feel. I know you’re doing this for me, Nabi. But… this isn’t right, is it?”

“…What’s not right? Please explain specifically.”

…She wants me to explain this? I was momentarily speechless.

I had plenty to say about Hwa Nabi’s outfit—I could give a day-long lecture about it—but saying all that now would obviously backfire. My words wouldn’t come easily.

How should I explain this to convey my feelings? What sentence could summarize my true feelings without being too long?

After much deliberation, I opened my mouth.

“Well, so.”

“…So, what next?”

“So…”

Ah… is it really okay to say this? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. But I’d already started speaking, and once you draw the sword, you have to cut something. I closed my eyes tight and said it in one breath.

“…That kind of outfit, don’t show it to others.”

“…What?”

“Ah, anyway. You understand now, right?”

Only after saying it did my face flush hot. Words to stop Hwa Nabi, and words to express my true feelings. Trying to compress those two things into one sentence made it come out strangely, but I hope she doesn’t misunderstand.

I opened my eyes, which I had closed, to see Hwa Nabi’s reaction.

But… something seemed off about her.

Hwa Nabi was twitching at the corners of her mouth while keeping her lips tightly shut. It was as if she was forcibly suppressing something.

“…What’s wrong?”

“…Siwoo.”

When I asked, not understanding what was happening, Hwa Nabi’s voice suddenly dropped to an eerie tone. A chilling murmur that sent shivers down the listener’s spine—I felt a tremor run down my back.

“What, what?”

Did I say something wrong? As I quickly tried to recall what I’d just said, Hwa Nabi’s body jerked once.

“…This is entirely your fault.”

Before I could ask what she meant—

-Thud,

Suddenly, Hwa Nabi climbed onto the bed and pushed my upper body down. Normally I wouldn’t have budged, but given my position and condition, I couldn’t resist.

“…Huh.”

It was such an unexpected situation that I just blinked blankly. What just happened? As I stared at the ceiling, unable to process the sudden change, Hwa Nabi crawled toward me on her knees.

And then.

“W-what are you doing?”

She pressed her hand against my solar plexus to immobilize me, then swiftly climbed onto my abdomen. I was too stunned to even think about stopping her.

The distance between us had become dangerously close. It was far too intimate for a man and woman sharing a room. As I stared at her white nurse uniform, I suddenly caught a whiff of cherry scent.

Usually, she smelled like freshly picked fruit, but the body scent I detected now was completely different. Had she changed her perfume?

“…”

No, that’s not the point… what’s happening right now?

-Squish.

The weight of a person and the soft feeling of a woman’s skin pressed against my lower abdomen. Only then did I come to my senses.

“W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think? I’m nursing my patient.”

The spot where Hwa Nabi had climbed on was in such a perfect position that I was completely immobilized. Even if I tried to get up by using my upper body strength, it wasn’t possible.

But I was afraid to touch her body recklessly for fear of touching somewhere inappropriate. With an outfit that barely covered the essential parts… touching anywhere would be like touching bare skin.

It was truly a dilemma. After gulping, I tried to talk my way out first.

“Come on, what kind of nurse nurses a patient like this?”

“Well, the one right in front of you, Siwoo.”

“That’s what you said earlier—”

I stopped mid-sentence. Or rather, I was forced to stop. Hwa Nabi’s hand, which had been pressing on my solar plexus, moved to my lips.

“Shh, patients should be quiet.”

Pressing her finger firmly against my lips, Hwa Nabi rummaged through her skirt pocket. Curious about what she was taking out, I watched carefully.

“Ta-da!”

“…Is that a syringe?”

“Yes, isn’t it cute?”

You’re probably the only person in the world who would call a syringe cute. I kept that thought to myself. No need to provoke her and risk what might happen. Instead, I pressed my lips together and looked at the syringe.

Judging by the blunt needle tip, it wasn’t a real syringe. It was probably a toy used by children playing doctor.

“Why did you bring something like that?”

“Why? For nursing, of course.”

When I gave her an incredulous look, Hwa Nabi smiled slyly. She narrowed her eyes and pulled back the piston of the syringe, filling it with air.

“What are you going to do with a toy…”

“It’s not a toy! This is an official syringe with a proper name.”

“Ah, I see…”

I unconsciously muttered in a sarcastic tone, and Hwa Nabi jerked her body once. Probably telling me not to say such useless things. But that movement was quite stimulating for me.

“…”

Feeling that I might make a real mistake if I let my guard down, I took a deep breath. Hwa Nabi looked at me with a rather mischievous gaze. Her half-lidded eyes suggested she was plotting something.

“Siwoo, do you know what this syringe is called?”

“No idea…”

A syringe isn’t a pet, why would it have a name? I had no clue what she was talking about. So I answered halfheartedly, and Hwa Nabi smiled brightly.

Then, pressing down on the syringe piston, she said:

“This is called the love syringe. And inside is a love potion.”

“Potion? Isn’t it just water?”

“…Don’t worry about the details. Anyway, they say whoever gets injected with this will fall in love with the person who gave the injection for life. Isn’t that romantic?”

“What nonsense… What did the person getting injected do wrong? Being forced to love someone you don’t even love. That’s a terrible thing.”

“…”

“…Ow! Why are you suddenly stabbing me with the syringe?”

“…I don’t know, you idiot!”