Tempting Min Deulle (2)
"Ice Americano and the sweetest, most annoying drink to make from our menu."
I carried the drinks to the corner table in the cafe. Ari had claimed the spot farthest inside, her back to the wall with her laptop open. Unless you got right next to her, you couldn't peek at the screen.
She's always like that. Hiding something...
Suddenly, Min Deulle's words from before flashed in my mind—that half-joking comment about her maybe watching porn or something lewd.
Nah... no way. She's probably just paranoid about me finding out what novel she's writing.
Ari was a web novelist, but she never shared what she was working on. I'd even begged for a hint, but she always shut me down with a "don't ask."
"Huh? This isn't a drink—it's red bean shaved ice. Deulle, did you order this?"
"Red bean shaved ice..."
Min Deulle stared at the bowl on the table, swallowing hard. I'd debated what to make—maybe a parfait with dujjunku cookies or something piled high with whipped cream.
But I ended up making this.
This wasn't just any red bean shaved ice. It was topped with a generous drizzle of condensed milk—symbolizing Min Deulle with my cock buried root-deep in her lower mouth, her massive tits spraying thick milk. It was the exact same one I'd made for her the day after that cafe 야노 dream.
Ah, my heart's racing for no reason...
I slid naturally into the seat next to Min Deulle. No rush of work, and these two were the only customers. Officially, I was here to help her study, and I'd made enough shaved ice for three anyway—no issue.
"She loved it when I made it while you were gone. Try some."
I held out a spoon, locking eyes with Ari. Right now, I was sitting in the exact spot where Ari was. I'd hoisted her little sister onto my lap and forced my cock inside her. That sensation of parting her flesh came rushing back. What if it had been Ari instead? They were sisters—would the feeling of that first penetration be similar? But was Ari really a virgin to begin with? Had she already done it with her boyfriend? What if I used the app to rewind to before they hooked up? Could I claim Ari's first time over and over too?
"Oppa."
Ari thanked me as she took the spoon—and that's when Min Deulle scooted right up against my side. A faint fruity perfume wafted up, our thighs pressing together.
"Why do you keep playing this song? I recommended one I really want to hear."
"Uh... it'll come up soon. I added it."
"Really?"
My gaze drifted downward without thinking. I always watched myself around Ari to keep my eyes from dropping. She didn't usually wear cleavage-baring tops, but those breasts were too big to fully hide—a single slip and my eyes went straight there. But this unexpected press caught me off guard, and my eyes dipped right in. In the dream, I'd stared without shame, grabbed them like they were mine, sucked them greedily. It felt so natural now.
I snapped my eyes up to Min Deulle's face, praying she hadn't noticed.
But she was smiling, her cheeks faintly flushed.
Shit, busted...
Thankfully, Ari scooped a bite of shaved ice and timed her question perfectly.
"Song? What song?"
"Yesterday, Deulle recommended some. Said it'd help business, so I added a bunch."
"I like this one fine."
"Oh? Yeah? Then..."
Before I could finish, Min Deulle jumped in.
"Unnie, the cafe needs to do well so Oppa can keep it open forever. You're hogging the best seat, ordering the cheapest Americano, and now the music's stuck on crap. I was helping so it doesn't go under."
"What? Why get so worked up over a song?"
"Just a song...?"
Min Deulle's voice sharpened.
"Hey, no fighting. The ice'll melt. Eat first—Deulle studies, Ari works. Okay?"
"No one said mix up the playlist. I just said I liked the old style. That's all, but she's overreacting."
"That's your problem, Unnie. You probably thought, 'If I straight-up ask to switch back, I'll look like the bad guy. So I'll hint that I liked the old ones, and Jumu-oppa will change it for me.'"
Ari's face twisted in a scowl.
"Hey, that's your delusion. It was just my taste—no big deal."
"I don't need to see it. You've been wheedling whatever you want from Oppa like that all along."
"Why are you like this today?"
"You're the one who's 'today.'"
Ari's expression froze solid. They say beauties look good no matter what—even now, both Min Ari and Min Deulle were stunning.
"Let's drop it. More talk and we'll fight. Nothing good'll come out."
"You never admit you're wrong."
"..."
"Do you not even realize? That's even worse."
"Ugh, what the hell."
Ari snapped irritably, shoveled another bite of shaved ice, and buried herself in her laptop. Min Deulle still looked fuming, mouth opening for more—but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Customers can't fight in my cafe."
"Ha... Oppa..."
She glanced between my face and my hand on her arm, choosing her words. Thankfully, she didn't raise her voice again.
Ugh... shoulda stayed quiet.
She silently scooped shaved ice, regretting it. Seeing Oppa's troubled face made her feel like she'd messed up.
But Unnie's the one at fault. She knows Jumu-oppa likes her. She's using it.
Despite the cool treat, her chest burned hot. She wanted to scream from the frustration.
Fine. I've made up my mind. I'll claim Oppa.
It sounded ridiculous, but she really liked him now. No more watching him stare blankly at Unnie's face. No more him offering Unnie the special shaved ice he'd made for her. No more switching songs the second Unnie showed up after he'd played her favorites. She couldn't stand him reading Unnie's tastes and bending over backward for her.
But catching him sneaking peeks at her chest and panicking? Adorably cute. She hated other guys looking—but him? Fine. No, she wanted to show more.
If this isn't love, what is?
Steeling herself, she pressed closer to Oppa. Their lower bodies already touched; now she leaned her upper body in until her breasts brushed him.
"Oppa."
"Y-yeah?"
"Study with me today. I don't get a lot."
No one could complain about that. She stuck right to his side, tempting him with her body. No other ideas came to mind.
"Ah, that's how you solve it. Oppa's amazing—easier than lectures."
"R-really?"
Min Deulle subtly pressed her breasts against me again. She sat on my right, and the subject she needed help with was math—of course—so I had to hold a pen. As I scribbled numbers and equations, she nodded, leaning in lower.
I should warn her...
I'd already hinted a few times that she was too close. But only for a moment each time. She'd focus on my explanation, inching nearer bit by bit.
As a guy, it wasn't bad. Hell, with Ari right there, feeling her little sister's tits against me was kinda thrilling.
"Oppa, how about this one? Similar problem."
"Ah, looks similar, but the approach is different."
"Really? Wow, you see it instantly."
And then.
"Hey."
Ari tilted her head slightly, peering over her laptop at us.
"Min Deulle, aren't you way too close? Scoot back."
"Why? This close helps me understand."
"Your boobs are all over him. How uncomfortable for Jumu."
"Oppa, you uncomfortable? I'm not."
A brief silence hung. While I fumbled without answering, Ari spoke again.
"Hey, do you really like Jumu?"
Last time, Min Deulle had snapped at a similar question. Not like that!
"..."
But this time, she said nothing. Just stayed glued to my side, turning her head slightly away in silence. Her awkward vibe, the air, her ears flushing bright red like they might burst—they answered for her.