Tempting Dandelion (1)
"……!"
She jolted awake with a sharp intake of breath. Unlike usual, the lingering afterglow of climax clung deeply to her body. No rushed movements—just slow, deliberate thrusting that went on and on. The gaze looking down at the thing that had become completely hers. The moments of realization that her insides were reshaping to fit it. And at the end, inevitably, uncontrollable pleasure.
"Again... I dreamed of Oppa again."
Lying in bed, she replayed the dream. It had started as a horrific nightmare. But as it progressed, the dream's shape had shifted.
"Does that mean... I'm that into Oppa?"
The words felt absurd even as they left her mouth. She'd only met Uju-mong Oppa a few days ago. Sure, she'd seen him a few times when they were younger, but those memories were too hazy.
"I... I'm not the type to fall fast..."
Honestly, she wasn't sure. Was this really falling in love? Did she actually like Oppa? In the dream, she'd said she did. She'd wanted him to say it back. She'd climaxed joyfully, thrilled at stealing him completely from her sister. But that was the dream world. A place where her mental brakes had failed. Back in reality, thinking calmly, it felt different.
"I still don't know..."
But there was one thing she could say for sure. She was thinking about Oppa. Even now, her mind was full of him.
"Getting a little closer... might not be so bad."
Her sister had a boyfriend anyway. To her sister, Uju-mong Oppa was just a childhood friend. So even if she dated him—or even slept with him—there'd be no need to feel guilty toward her sister.
"But how do I even get closer?"
The so-called "thumb" phase—the tantalizing almost-dating stage before actually dating. Could someone like her, who'd never experienced it, pull it off?
"……."
She staggered out of bed. The sheets were too soaked to sleep on like this. She stripped off her pajamas and underwear, tossed them on the bed, and grabbed a handful.
"Tomorrow... maybe I'll wear a skirt."
. . .
"Haa... this kind of finish... isn't bad at all."
Gazing up at the familiar ceiling, he savored the afterglow of ejaculation. It was sex that molded a woman's body to the shape of his cock. Min Deulle clenching around him, twitching. When he looked at her face, she met his eyes without flinching; when he eyed her breasts, she cupped those huge tits with her arms. Past the skirt clinging to her waist was her slim midriff—a body sculpted by grueling idol trainee efforts. Now slightly swollen from his cock. And finally, a refreshing creampie with no worries about contraception.
It was such a good dream he almost wanted to linger in it a bit longer.
"Waking up right after cumming is the only downside."
Once the afterglow faded, he carefully sat up.
"Oh, good thing I put on a condom."
The load he'd forced into Min Deulle's mouth and the one he'd blasted inside her pussy—the double ejaculation felt so real that the condom was bloated. He carefully removed it and knotted the end.
"Can't just toss this in the trash bag or I'd get chewed out."
He decided to flush it later in the bathroom, then picked up his phone. It was past midnight already. The Dream Manipulation App's shop reset at midnight.
"This is..."
Drim Coin +1 acquired!
His Drim Coin had definitely increased by one. The new available dream was Midnight Nude Stroll. Just reading it gave him the vibe—walking naked through an empty park or something with Min Deulle, leading to outdoor sex.
"Prices are cheap today."
Compared to Fellatio Intensive Training at 400,000 won or Cafe Yano at 300,000 won, this was a steal. Even the coin discount event was nuts.
Today's registration target was Su Yeonhwa again. Oddly, her name was also in the Additional Character section.
"Adding Mom as a character means running into her during the nude stroll with Min Deulle, right?"
His dormant cock twitched at the thought. Just imagining it was hot. Min Deulle glancing around nervously, afraid someone might show up—love juices dripping between her legs—only for the person to be her own mom. Or getting railed on a park bench when Su Yeonhwa appears right in front.
"But paying 100,000 won plus a Drim Coin..."
100,000 won? He could grit his teeth—skip two meals a day, ramen for one, bakery bread from Mom for the other. But spending a coin? Hesitant.
"Better to just add her as a registration target."
With two targets, maybe two dreams a night? Do Min Deulle first like today, wake up, condom on, sleep again for Mom sex. One dream, one coin. Register Mom, and that's two coins a day. 10 million won equivalent.
Logically, it was the most efficient—no extra cost, faster coin farming.
"But morally..."
He'd fucked his crush's little sister in dreams over and over. The initial guilt had faded; he'd even lied in the dream that he liked her, not Min Ari. Now add Ari's mom to the app and stuff her every night?
"Sleep first. It just reset. Plenty of time to think."
. . .
"Uju-mong! I'm here."
Ari pushed open the cafe door, waving. Black leggings and a white hoodie today. Minimal makeup, hair in a messy ponytail—she was clearly settling in for a full day of novel writing.
"Oppa. I'm here too."
As he stared silently at Ari, Min Deulle cut in front, blocking her.
"Oh..."
Min Deulle wore a black tennis skirt. White knit tank top underneath, light cardigan draped over.
Damn, just like the dream.
Ditching her usual gray hoodie to bare her collarbone and upper cleavage—it instantly matched the dream version. And then he remembered what dream-Deulle had whispered.
- "Skirt over pants?"
- "Sis doesn't wear skirts like that."
- "Then I'll wear it for you."
Words murmured around his cock in the passenger seat. She'd do what her sister wouldn't, so like her instead. And Min Deulle had actually done it.
"Hey, you show up in that all of a sudden and freak me out. What kind of studying girl..."
"Why? It's my choice what to wear, right?"
Min Deulle leaned closer over the counter, dipping her upper body. Bold approach, but her ears were red. Avoiding eye contact, face flushing—she was tense.
"Usual for me."
Ari headed to her corner seat with an annoyed wave.
Now just him and Min Deulle. He played it cool.
"What'll you have?"
"……."
"Deulle?"
"...How's my outfit today?"
"Huh? Y-yeah... pretty."
"That's it?"
She stepped back, glancing sideways—like checking if her sister was watching. Then she parted the cardigan, fully exposing her shoulders. Face beet red.
"If you're embarrassed, don't..."
"I-It's fine. Make me the sweetest, most annoying one to prep. Quick."
Min Deulle spun to leave, then froze.
"Oh, um... one thing I wanna ask."
"Shoot."
"The photo... the one I sent last night? You saw it? The one I deleted right away."
"……."
He pondered his answer.
"The bathroom pic?"
"Eek...!"
"It's cool. Deleted it fast, didn't see much. Accidents happen."
"D-don't misunderstand. Wasn't meant for someone else... I was gonna send it to Sis first by mistake."
Her mumbling trailed off cutely; he chuckled. Her eyebrows twitched at the sound.
"Y-you didn't save it, right?"
"No time."
She glared, gauging if he lied. Seemed convinced; she left the counter. Before making drinks, he checked his phone app. Still no manipulable dreams. Min Deulle had slept soundly till morning without another one.