My Best Friend's Little Sister is Min Deulle (2)

"It's not like that."

"Oppa, don't you hear that you can't lie all the time?"

I tried denying it quickly, but Min Deulle didn't buy it.

"The way you kept looking at Unni midway wasn't ordinary. Like honey was dripping from your eyes or something?"

"You saw it wrong."

"Then what was that subtle mind game with Unni's boyfriend?"

Min Deulle muttered under her breath, lowering her voice.

"Min Ari isn't an object."

"I've never said it like that."

"No, that's the vibe it gave. And here." She glanced around the place. Her gaze finally settled on my face.

"I've felt it since the first time I came, but this cafe is way too Unni's style. The music playing is classic pop, the color scheme is all brown tones, and even the desk height and chairs fit Unni's body perfectly."

"Just a coincidence our tastes overlap."

"Hmm. It feels too much like a space made for Unni from the start... More like you put a ton of effort into designing it to lure her in?"

"......"

Was I that obvious? Truth be told, she nailed it. The cafe started because of Ari in the first place. It all began when Min Ari muttered, 'I want to write at a cafe, but I can't find one I like. If there was, I'd go every day...'

"Oppa, wanna make a deal?"

"A deal?"

Min Deulle pulled out her phone and started fiddling with it.

"To be clear, I have zero intention of studying. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't even planning on retaking exams. I'm only doing it because Unnis and Mom are pushing me. So you ignore me and do your work. Just tell Unni you're tutoring me."

"You want me to lie?"

She nodded briskly.

"I don't have anywhere else to go, so I'll stay quietly at the cafe. No nagging me to study. In return, I'll give you something good."

Min Deulle set her phone down on the counter with a thud.

The screen showed a photo of Min Ari sleeping soundly. No bra, just a thin nightie clinging to her. Her cleavage and even her pink nipples were visible through the fabric. My eyes were glued.

"This is..."

The moment I reached out to look closer, Min Deulle snatched the phone back.

"One photo a day. For Oppa who likes Unni, I'll snap rare shots and send them. How's that? A chance to see all sorts of Unni you can't normally."

"......"

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Honestly, if I said it didn't tempt me, I'd be lying. My resolve was already wavering. Imagining those scenes I'd only fantasized about landing in my phone for real... my dick was already twitching.

"No... that's candids. It's a crime."

"Oh, turning this down?"

"Anyone would."

"You sure stared like you were hypnotized."

Min Deulle grinned and continued.

"Fine. Then I'll send this to Unni's boyfriend."

"What...?"

"I overheard Unni consulting with Big Unni by chance. Apparently her boyfriend's all religious, pushing platonic love. Premarital chastity or whatever."

"......"

"But getting a pic like this might change his mind."

"Deulle... that's a crime. What if I tell Ari?"

I tried persuading her gently, but she didn't budge.

"Okay then. I've got even lewder ones. Sending them to her boyfriend right now, along with this."

She tapped the screen, pretending to send.

"And I'll tell him Oppa likes Unni too. Can't suffer alone. Let's all head to ruin together."

"No, what kind of kid is this extreme?"

I snatched her phone. But the screen was blank black, reflecting only my face.

"So, deal's on?"

"Sigh..."

I set the phone back on the counter.

"Still, this ain't right. You really gonna waste a whole year slacking? Don't you regret it?"

"......"

She scrunched her face as I got a bit serious.

"Or what, got something else you wanna do?"

"Well... yeah, but it's a secret."

"Then study for a department related to that. No brag, but I crushed exams back in the day. I'll help as much as I can."

"Ugh, whatever! I said no studying, why does everyone push it?"

Min Deulle grabbed her phone and turned away.

"Deal's done. Interfere with my fun or snitch to Unni, and I spill everything. Photos go straight to her boyfriend."

"This kid's so reckless..."

"Oh, and refill my strawberry smoothie. Put it on tab with Ari Unni."

The retaker demanded a refill shamelessly and headed to a corner seat. I sighed and whipped up another strawberry smoothie.

......

Night fell. After closing the cafe, I gazed out at the darkened street, reflecting on the day.

Min Deulle had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been surprisingly diligent, killing time at the cafe. Plopped in the corner with earbuds in, chuckling now and then. She only stepped out briefly for lunch; otherwise, she never left.

Curious what was so funny once, I snuck closer. Her screen showed a virtual character chatting with viewers.

Interested in internet streaming?

I debated striking up convo, but time flew. Serving customers one by one, evening hit fast.

"Will Ari stick around the cafe tomorrow too?"

I pictured Min Ari coming to pick her up. She looked the same as morning—cardigan on, crisp white shirt spotless.

Platonic, huh... I could never.

If I were her boyfriend, I'd drag her to a motel from morning, gripping those tits till that shirt was wrecked. Kiss fiercely from the doorway, connect right there. Haul her to bed and punish her till sunset.

Outside the cafe, I pulled out my phone. I'd reclaimed it after stepping out for lunch.

"Whoa... seriously huge... Dinner's served today."

One lone photo in my gallery. The single shot Min Deulle paid with. I stared at it forever.

"How's he holding back with this in front of him? Does he even like Ari?"

Hope lingered that I still had a shot. Maybe Ari was still a virgin. Thoughts swirled chaotically.

"Huh? What's this. Dream Manipulation App?"

Scrolling from the photo to home screen, an unfamiliar icon caught my eye. No memory of downloading it. Phone was factory reset after circuitry fried. Only restored my number via sync. No apps installed yet, so no mix-up.

"Pre-installed after reset?"

Curiosity won; I tapped it. Screen shifted, text scrolling.

"What the hell..."

Looked sketchy—like it'd steal all your data if misused. Illegal adult gambling? Didn't seem like standard pre-install.

Short text vanished; new words appeared.

"Min Deulle? Why's her name here? Pulling from saved contacts automatically?"

No permission prompts, just grabbing data. Felt off right away.

"Huh? What's this. Won't close. Back button dead... Can't go home..."

Nothing worked. Even powering off failed. Total freeze.

"Did it break already? Fixed it today?"

Fumbling, my finger pressed hard on Min Deulle's name. Screen flipped.

"This is insane..."

Only one target, one dream. And the title? Wild.

"Not even a hentai title..."

No other buttons responded. Past 9 PM—no phone shops open.

"Guess I gotta see it through."

Waiting till morning for repairs meant wasting the side dish I scored. Reluctantly, I tapped the hentai-esque dream.

Screen changed; dream details typed out.

"Feels just like a real dream."

Especially the 'lacking real data, woke before climax' bit—eerily realistic.

"Already plenty ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lewd..."

I tapped a sentence; keyboard popped for edits. Delete, rewrite—easy.

What am I doing to my crush's little sis... Wish it was Ari instead.

Didn't really think it'd work. Edit text to alter dreams and past? Nonsense.

"Gotta delete before anyone sees."

Hit confirm; warning popped.

"Written like it really changes the past. Why make this?"

Confirmed; final message.

App finally closed normally. Back to home, gallery accessible—Ari's photo waited.

"Gotta get a new phone for real."

Shoved it in my pocket, headed to my studio apartment. First, home for a nice release. That thought filled my head.