Midnight Walk (1)
"Studying just won't stick."
I stared down at the middle school math book on my desk. It had gone so well at the cafe, but now alone in my room, nothing registered.
"He's already asleep? No response."
I glanced at my phone, pushed aside to one side. It sat between the darkness of night and the glow of my desk lamp.
"He must really be tired..."
Still, I regretted not getting that walk with Oppa at the end. I wanted to stroll just the two of us, away from Unnie.
I like you. Let's date. Not that I planned to say anything like that. I meet Oppa so often in dreams—our inner bond feels thick and real to me. But not to him. If I forced him to choose between us now, he'd shove me away a hundred times out of a hundred.
"Ten years isn't a short time."
But I have a shot. Today, when I stuck right to his side, his resistance was less than I'd thought. He didn't push me off. Even with Unnie watching, he just gave a light warning, but in the end, he accepted my thigh and breast pressing against him.
"My heart's racing again..."
If he truly wanted to look good for Unnie—if his heart was entirely filled with her, leaving no room for me—he'd have put distance between us somehow.
"It's not that airtight. There's space to wedge myself in if I push a little."
In the dream, Oppa pried open my flesh and claimed his spot. Even now, closing my eyes brings back the length, girth, and warmth of the thing that took my first time over and over. So in reality, I need to carve out that space myself. Ease into his heart bit by bit, without startling or hurting him.
This one-sided crush I've harbored for ten years is like a hymen that could tear anytime without surprise. I'll rip it apart gently, kindly, and settle inside.
"It must feel good for him too. He always made that blissful face."
I pictured Oppa gazing down at me after shoving his whole thing inside, holding still. Now, even recalling that horrific day naturally overlays with him atop me. The nauseatingly repulsive memory has been replaced by calm, soft pleasure.
"Will I... dream something like that tonight too?"
I looked at the pen rolling in my hand. The one Oppa had used so many times while tutoring me today.
"Oppa..."
I brought the pen to my chest, scraping its blunt end lightly over where my nipple was.
"Eut..."
I wasn't wearing a bra. Today, instead of sending Unnie's photo, I'd sent mine—no bra, pajamas hugging my chest for emphasis. After shooting and deleting over and over, that hard-won pic still sat unread.
"N-no... if I masturbate... I won't have naughty dreams."
Part of me wanted to grab my bare tits. Slide my hand into my pajama pants and rub my clit. Recall the feel of his arm around me today, his voice in my head, and cum.
"Hold back. Just hold on..."
I set the pen down and stood. Killed the desk lamp and grabbed my phone. Navigating the darkened room by its light alone.
"I even bought the waterproof sheet."
Patting my throbbing lower belly, I lifted the covers. Tried out the new waterproof sheet underneath. Cheap as it was, the feel against my skin wasn't great. But without it, I'd be washing blankets again.
"Can't let Mom or Unnies find out I'm soaking them every night."
I lay in bed and closed my eyes. Please, please let me dream of Oppa tonight too. No god to believe in, but I prayed anyway. Let me sob in his arms again. Let those big, firm hands grip me till I cum.
"Oppa, wanna take a quick walk?"
Suddenly snapping to, Min Deulle sidled up to me.
What a hyper-realistic dream...
Min Deulle stood before me. Min Ari frowning beside her. The nighttime scenery behind them. Everything felt vividly real.
"Hey, no. What walk at this hour?"
Ari cut between us in an instant. The scene from hours ago replayed right before my eyes.
"Unnie, butt out and head home first?"
"What walk in the dangerous midnight? You don't know how scary the world is."
"It's fine. If I get in danger, Oppa saves me. If Oppa's in danger, I save him."
I swallowed, eyeing Ari. The dream manipulation's standout feature. When I first peeked at the dream content, I'd fixated on I have to strip and walk naked with Min Deulle too. So I'd been slow to notice.
To think I'd see Ari in the dream this soon...
Humans are so fickle. Ari's photos alone weren't stimulating enough anymore. I'd rationalized dropping 100,000 won to eat up Min Deulle as way happier. But toss Ari in, and all my nerves flowed her way again.
"You sat comfy studying. But Joomong must've been exhausted handling customers and tutoring you."
"Unnie doesn't get walks? How long could it take? A two-night, three-day hike?"
"You've been sassing me this whole time. Such bad manners. Just—!"
"Gotta obey anyone older? I nod to words worth respecting."
"..."
The moment Ari started glaring at Deulle, I cut in.
"Hey, no fighting. A walk sounds great. I like walks too."
"Eut... J-Joomong?"
Pretending to break it up, I planted my hand on Ari's chest. No—roughly grabbed a handful of her left tit.
Fuck... so goddamn soft.
The clothes and bra were a bit in the way, but still good. How many times had I fantasized groping this breast for real? Now it was happening. Just a dream, just over clothes, but I'd touched Ari's tit.
I peered into Ari's face. Min Ari frozen in shock, speechless. Squeezing so hard the fabric sank between my fingers, she hunched forward in pained agony.
But that was it. The instant I tried slipping under her hoodie for bare flesh—
The world before me shifted. Like time rewinding. Like video in reverse. The dream erased my impulsive act. Made it as if it never happened.
"You've been sassing me this whole time. Such bad manners. Just—!"
"Gotta obey anyone older? I nod to words worth respecting."
"..."
Ari glared at Deulle again. I stood off at a distance, alone.
Ah... just a few seconds? No way insertion's possible like this.
Sighing in regret, I wiggled my right hand. Ari's texture lingered.
Truth was, I'd fiddled the app trying to fuck Ari too. Edited the content over and over. But the app wouldn't allow fucking Ari. Anything Ari-related couldn't be edited at all.
Ari tries to intervene saying no, but Uju-mong roughly shoves her aside and embraces Deulle.
This sentence wouldn't budge no matter what. Trying to add "Ari" fresh triggered a message to buy the Ari character. After over an hour battling it out, I realized: in this dream, only Deulle was fuckable for me.
"Not that I'd give up. Deviate from the story, and it just loops back anyway."
I cut between them again. This time, wordlessly hugged Ari and shoved my hand under her hoodie.
"J-Joomong?"
"O-Oppa!?"
"So this is what your tits feel like."
Slid into her bra, savoring bare flesh. Of course, just a few seconds again. The dream reset us to the start, urging the scripted story onward.
"You've been sassing me this whole time. Such bad manners. Just—!"
"Gotta obey anyone older? I nod to words worth respecting."
"..."
Third time hearing the same lines. I chuckled softly to myself.
"Not a penny of that 100,000 won wasted."
Maybe this was the Dream Manipulation App's sales tactic. Sell dreams cheap with Ari baited in. But no sex with her. Want to fuck this girl? Buy her dream. Farm coins. Pay up.
"No fighting, both of you. Come here, Ari."
This time, I approached Ari quietly. Cupped her cheeks with both hands.
"Wh-what? Why all of a sudd—mmph...!?"
I kissed her right there.
"O-Oppa?"
Frozen Ari. Deulle calling me in disbelief. Heart pounding like it would burst as my soundtrack, I savored the kiss with my first love.
Until the dream forced us apart again.