108. Cute, Lovable, and Just a Hint of s*xy…. Aki’s Drunken Tirade…! (3)

A gray sports bra, a famous brand.

The kind Aki had taken to wearing lately, with the designer’s name printed below the br*east cups, said to possess various beneficial effects.

What were they again? It gently supported the br*easts for increased mobility, boasted superior elasticity for a comfortable stretch, readily absorbed sweat, making it suitable for both exercise and everyday wear, and was also easier to put on and take off compared to conventional bras…?

But, to be frank. From my perspective, whether or not it actually had those effects was of little consequence.

What mattered to me was how good Aki looked, a glimpse of cleavage peeking out from beneath the gray sports bra.

Normally, such a bra would compress and reduce br*east size, but Aki’s were naturally ample enough that even minimized, they retained nearly their original form.

A sight no man could help but be captivated by, and for a moment, I was lost, gazing at Aki’s chest.

I’d seen it countless times, knew well the br*easts that lay beneath the fabric. Yet, why did I always find myself staring as if bewitched…….

“……Heheh.”

Aki giggled.

Having unbuttoned the neck of her fuzzy sweater to reveal a sliver of bra, Aki smiled, as if expecting my reaction, and looked up at me with an adoring gaze.

It was only after hearing her soft laughter that I managed to regain my senses. I felt a little embarrassed, having stared so blatantly at her chest.

“Why the sudden disrobing?”

“Am I…hot?”

I placed the back of my hand against Aki’s cheek to gauge her temperature.

A little warm.

“See? Hot, right?”

“Must be from the alcohol….”

The books say that drinking alcohol slightly raises body temperature. Something about the body breaking down the alcohol, causing blood to rush to the skin’s surface, making it a temporary thing.

I don’t quite remember the exact science, but in any case, this temperature increase is temporary. She might feel hot now from drinking so much, but once the alcohol wears off, her temperature will plummet and she’ll quickly get cold.

So, instead of taking her clothes off, I should really be covering her with a blanket.

“oooh, sweetie pie…!”

Aki reached out to me, as if unable to bear the heat any longer. She wanted me to stop simply watching and start undressing her already.

‘……Ah.’

I stood before Aki, momentarily torn.

Undressing her wasn’t exactly a novel experience.

Right. Not difficult at all…. The problem was what might happen to *me* if I did. I was barely clinging to my sanity as it was, and having downed a bottle of soju, my inhibitions were lower than usual. If my usual threshold for restraint was, say, a 10, it was probably closer to a 7 now.

“Ugh, so hooot….”

Aki began to unfasten the remaining buttons of her sweater. Since I wasn’t obliging, she was apparently going to take matters into her own hands.

“If you take it off now, you’ll be cold later…?”

“Hmph. I don’t care, you silly husband….”

Aki, letting out an adorable huff through her nose, closed her eyes. Even with her eyes shut, she deftly unbuttoned her sweater. *Tuk, tuduk.*

The buttons, already loosely attached, came undone in an instant. Naturally, the front of her wool sweater fell open, revealing the upper part of Aki’s chest, encased in a gray sports bra, plainly before my eyes.

“Uhn, uhn…”

Aki gripped the hem of her wool sweater with both hands. And slowly, so slowly, drew it upwards. First, her smooth lower stomach was revealed, then her innie navel, followed by the large br*easts that even the sports bra couldn’t entirely conceal, bobbing gently with each movement.

They’re big as ever, I suppose.

“…….”

No. This isn’t right…….

Instinctively, I was about to wet my lips, but I stopped myself. I quickly grabbed Aki’s wrist.

“I told you not to take it off…”

“Uhh, I don’t wanna. I’m hot…. I’m gonna take it off…!”

Aki wriggled. I held her back with a little force, and she used her own strength to try and break free.

“Lemme go, dummy…!”

“Dummy…?”

There’s no limit to what she’ll say to her boyfriend, is there?

I tightened my grip on Aki’s wrist a little more. She twisted and turned, resisting, but soon her strength seemed to fade, and she gave up, looking up at me with eyes that seemed genuinely aggrieved.

“Sigh, you gonna be like this…?”

“Yeah. You called me a dummy.”

“……Take it back.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I take it back. I take it back…!”

She waved her arm about as if to say that since she took it back, I should let go. But I didn’t release her, and replied with a smile.

“You called me a dummy first, is it over just because you say you take it back?”

“It’s over if I take it back…!”

“No, it’s not over. Even if you take back the words, the wound in my heart remains, no?”

“Whatchoo on about, wound my foot…!”

‘Wow, look at this one…?’

She’s saying everything she’s thinking, drunk or not.

Aki, who was becoming subtly annoying, made me moved. Still holding onto her wrist, I shifted only my lower body, laying down next to her and pulling her close. With my body heat, she’d be even hotter, wouldn’t she.

“Ugh, it’s hot…!”

“Apologize. Then I’ll let you go.”

“Ah…. Okay, I’ll apologize. Apologize…!”

“Not like that, more sincerely. With genuine feeling.”

“How am I supposed to do that…!”

“Hmm…. Ah, how about, ‘My beloved cosmic husband, I’m sorry. I was wrong…?’”

“My beloved husband…. I’m sorry. I was wrong…!”

Aki shouted, face flushed. She missed the most important ‘cosmic’ part, but I suppose this is good enough. I slowly released my hold on Aki’s body.

Aki, clearly very hot, sighed deeply and glared at me.

“That’s too much, Husband…!”

“Why is it too much?”

“You know *atashi* can’t win against force, so you just used force…!”

“Ah, did I? Sorry.”

I wouldn’t normally act so childish. Guess I’m a little tipsy. I offered an apologetic smile, and Aki snorted, as if utterly speechless.

“Hmph…!”

“Hold still. I’ll take it off for you.”

“……Ah. Really?”

I nodded. Gotta give to get. Since I teased her, I should grant Aki one of her wishes. That her wish is to have her clothes taken off is a bit strange, though.

Well, I can bear with it. Aki obediently held out her arms, and I grabbed the hem of her fuzzy sweater and pulled it upwards. It’s usually difficult to remove clothes from someone lying down, but thanks to Aki’s active cooperation, it slipped off smoothly.

“Feeling cooler now?”

“Yeah, a little better… but still hot…!”

“Really? What should I do then?”

Should I give her some cold water? I looked around. There was a mini-fridge in one corner of the room. I guess this hotel, like Aki’s grandmother’s *ryokan* we stayed at in Japan, provides drinks separately.

“Want some water, at least?”

“Yeah. I want some….”

“Alright. Wait here.”

I got out of bed and walked toward the fridge. Then, I opened the door. There was a large note stuck to the inside of the fridge.

[Water is complimentary. All other beverages require separate payment.]

“Ah.”

So, the water’s free, but the drinks cost extra. Didn’t know that.

Reflecting on this newfound truth, I retrieved a bottle of mineral water. Immediately I brought it to Aki, twisted the cap off, and handed it over.

“Here you go.”

“Eung, feed it to me…!”

“Feed it to you? How?”

“With my darling’s lips…?”

“……”

Not even mouth-to-mouth, but she wants me to feed her water with my lips…

For a moment I faltered, then I regained my senses and plopped down beside Aki. When I threatened to redress her if she didn’t sit up soon, Aki grumbled and rose.

“Tch, you couldn’t just feed me a little….”

“You reek of booze right now. Here.”

I offered the water. Aki accepted it and gulped it down.

“How do you feel now?”

“……Hot.”

Aki handed back the half-empty bottle and collapsed onto the floor. I stared silently at the remaining water, then emptied it in one go, tossed the bottle into the trash, and moved closer to Aki.

It wasn’t an idle word; beads of sweat dotted Aki’s forehead. I pulled out a few tissues, dabbing her brow as I spoke.

“If you’re too hot, wanna wash up?”

“Too bothersome to get up… I’ll just take my clothes off….”

Aki, wearing nothing but her underwear, reached for her waist. She couldn’t remove her bra, so it looked like she would strip off her pants; I wondered whether I should stop her or not. Since I could clearly see how hot she felt, it felt wrong to stop her.

“Aki, is it really unbearable? Really?”

“Take them off for me….”

“……Really?”

“Eung, eunng, quickly…!”

“……Alright.”

Well, as long as she doesn’t take off her underwear…

I couldn’t think of any other way besides helping her undress, so I assisted Aki. I unfastened the tightly cinched waist buckle for her, then slipped my fingers between the water-faded jeans and Aki’s hipbones, gently sliding them down.

Aki lifted her bottom slightly, and the jeans slid down to her feet in one smooth motion. I neatly folded the jeans and placed them on the floor, saying,

“Better now?”

“Eung, but….”

Aki rolled slightly to her side.

Just perched on her hips rather than worn properly, highlighting her waistline, were a pair of tightly constricting grey panties.

I struggled to meet her gaze.

“Aren’t you hot, Husband…?”

“No. I’m alright.”

“……Really?”

“Why?”

“No, it’s just…. You looked a little warm…?”

“……”

Is she *actually* drunk…?

Doubt pricked at me, and I stared at her, unblinking. Aki gave me a sweet little smile.

“If you’re hot, Husband can take his clothes off too…”

“No, I’m…”

“*Ata-shii* wants to see Husband undressed…”

“……”

My breath hitched without me even realizing.

Aki, who said she wanted to see me undressed, lightly touched the strap of her bra and slowly, slowly, lowered it.

Just a little further, and her br*east would spill free.

…I caught her hand quickly.

“Why are you taking it off…?”

“Since Husband won’t undress, I thought *ata-shii* should undress instead…?”

“……Tell me the truth. You’re not actually drunk, are you?”

“*Heuh.* *Heu-heuh*….”

Aki giggled, neither confirming nor denying, and tightened her grip. Though she said nothing, it was a threat that if I didn’t undress as she wished, she’d take it all off right then and there.

“You, really…”

“*Eung.* Why…?”

Aki kept pulling her hand down, feigning ignorance. If we turned this into a contest of strength, I could win, at least for a while. But if she kept trying to undress like this, she’d probably end up taking off even her underpants.

‘…Ah, seriously.’

I was holding back, trying not to take advantage of a drunk girl… Why does she keep provoking me? Is she doing this because she doesn’t know what will happen if I take off my clothes?

No. She *does* know, that’s why she’s doing this. Aki likes teasing me, and she also likes doing naughty things with me. She probably thinks that if she teases me, seduces me, and then we end up doing something steamy, it’s a win-win.

“Yeah, I’m hot. I should probably take off my pantsu too….”

Aki’s hand brushed her hip slightly. She was reading her lines like she was in a school play, so I knew she was lying, but I didn’t have time to worry about that, so I quickly spoke.

“A-alright! I’ll take them off. I’ll take them off, so…!”