Mother Substituting for Her Daughter (3)
Pulling Su Yeonhwa all the way down just before climax, he gripped her ass tightly.
"Huuuuum……♥"
Su Yeonhwa must have felt it throughout her entire body too. Ah, it's about to start now. Semen is going to pour into my body soon. The guy who likes my daughter, the guy who fucked my daughter, is preparing for the finish.
Slurp— Sluuurp—
But Su Yeonhwa didn't push him away. She didn't scold him for breaking their promise. She didn't scream that he couldn't cum inside.
Spuuuuurt!!!!!! Spurt spurt spurt!!!! Spuuuurt!!!!!
"Aaaah………♥"
As the ejaculation began, Su Yeonhwa parted her lips slightly and let out a sweet moan. Then she immediately pressed her mouth back against his. Naturally, there was no pulling out his cock. Instead, he held Su Yeonhwa even tighter and thrust deeper.
Spuuuurt!!!!!
It wasn't long before the semen burst out inside her. The sound of it forcing its way through her pussy walls echoed across the playground.
Slurp— Squeeze—
The man and woman clung tightly together, still locked in a kiss.
What the hell. That was way easier than I thought?
He'd expected it to be much harder. Maybe she'd protest midway. Maybe she'd chew him out for how long they had to keep kissing. Maybe she'd resist violently, even if it meant falling backward in panic.
But once Su Yeonhwa started kissing him, all resistance stopped. She moaned lewdly every time he thrust up into her depths, trembling pleasurably whenever their lower bodies fully connected.
Had she realized it was a dream? Or had long-suppressed lust gotten the better of her? Or was she just the type who, once broken in, obediently accepted everything?
He wanted to ask, but he couldn't. This was how he'd set up the dream to end.
A few seconds savoring the afterglow of his orgasm. Then the dream mercilessly shoved him back to reality.
…
"Whoa, that's a lot."
He sat up and looked down. The condom he'd put on before bed was filled to the brim with semen.
He laid a pre-prepared towel underneath and slowly peeled off the condom.
"Did I get too worked up?"
Back in reality, a bit of his cool-headedness returned. His heart still pounded, and pleasant aftershocks lingered through his body. Recalling the memories brought back Min Deulle's tightness and Su Yeonhwa's grip. What he felt at the end was probably guilt.
He'd thrown aside the woman he liked and chosen her little sister. He'd ignored the girl who adored him and dumped his load into her mother.
"But damn, it doesn't feel bad at all……."
He knotted the open end of the condom and set it on the floor. It'd be more efficient to rush to the bathroom and flush it, but he didn't feel like moving yet.
"Maybe I should've cum outside just once?"
Lying back on the bed, he picked up his phone. He shouldn't think like that, but he felt a twinge of regret over the one Drim Coin.
"Nah, I can earn more coins."
He grabbed his phone right away and opened the Dream Manipulation App.
"Oh? Deulle sent a message."
He checked it first. There were a few short sentences and an attached photo. A woman gathering her breasts with her arms, no bra. It wasn't Min Ari—it was Min Deulle.
"She must've sent it after I fell asleep."
He saved the photo and pondered a reply. In the dream, he'd already gone all the way, but reality was different. Their relationship was in a weird limbo.
"Thanks. Crank up the heat next time." If only he could reply like that.
In the end, he gave up on replying and opened the Dream Manipulation App. He could text her in the morning.
"No manipulable dreams available, as expected…. Let's check the reset shop……."
"What the—time-limited buff? Seems decent for 100k……."
He stopped there. His eyes drifted lower, and he blinked several times. Was he seeing this wrong? Was this really real?
"M-M-Min Ari appeared!!!! She's here!"
Forgetting it was the middle of the night, he yelled out loud.
Min Ari had finally shown up. Sure, 30 coins—1.5 million won equivalent. Nothing he could afford right now.
"But it's not insane. Just 27 more naughty dreams and she's mine."
If he got lucky with another 20% discount like yesterday, even faster.
"Not 300 or 3,000 coins? Hell yeah. No need to even register Su Yeonhwa at this rate."
A month short, two at most, and he'd be balls-deep in every sense.
"Thought this damn app was money-hungry, but it's pretty fair, huh?"
Realizing the ceiling wasn't as high as he'd feared lightened his body and mind. The nagging guilt had vanished sometime ago.
"Alright. Time to wash up and crash."
He slid out of bed and picked up the semen-filled condom.
"Come to think of it…. Do Ari or Su Yeonhwa remember the dream?"
The thought crossed his mind. Min Deulle definitely remembered, like before. But what about Min Ari, who was just a brief extra? Or Su Yeonhwa, added with coins?
"Guess I'll see their reactions tomorrow."
Whether they remembered or not, it'd be fun either way.
…
"Nightmare. It was a nightmare……."
She sat up slowly, shuddering.
"Why the hell did I dream that? And why was Mom there?"
Even thinking back, it was absurd. In the end, Oppa hadn't cum inside her. He'd mercilessly pulled out at the very last second. Sure, that moment felt so good she nearly blacked out. She'd climaxed so hard she could barely breathe.
"But so what…. I still feel so gross……."
She wiped her thighs and pussy with a nearby towel. The large waterproof sheet had kept the blanket dry. Only her panties and pajamas were a mess.
"No bloated feeling in my lower belly. Mom stole it."
She sighed deeply and got out of bed. What pissed her off most was she had no one to complain to. It wasn't the real Oppa, wasn't the real Mom. No one to whine at about not cumming inside. No one to vent to about Mom stepping in for the creampie.
"Shower and forget. Just a nightmare."
No need to sneak the blanket into the washer anymore. She set her soaked pajamas and panties on the waterproof sheet and headed to the bathroom with them.
But then she heard movement from the laundry room. The light was on—someone was there.
"What? At this hour……."
She opened the bathroom door, left the sheet inside, and crossed the dark living room toward the laundry.
"Mom?"
"G-Gah! Oh, it's you, Min Deulle."
It was Mom. She'd jumped when she saw Min Deulle while pouring detergent into the washer.
"Mom, what're you doing?"
"I-I'm not feeling great… sweaty all over. The blanket got soaked, so I came to wash it."
Mom was stammering suspiciously.
"Why're you naked?"
"I told you. Sweating buckets. Menopause maybe……."
Mom dumped fabric softener into the washer. Staring at her flushed back, wearing only panties, dredged up memories Min Deulle didn't want.
"Min Deulle."
"Yeah?"
Mom called her name without turning.
"You didn't, like, maybe……."
Then nothing. Long silence.
"Why stop mid-sentence? Didn't what?"
"Sigh…… No. Nothing. What was I thinking……."
Mom shook her head and turned around.
"More importantly, why're you up in the middle of the night? You did this last night too."
"Oh, bad dream. Came out for a shower to shake it off before bed."
"Bad dream… Yeah. Go wash up and sleep. I need to shower too."
Mom covered her chest with her hand and hurried off—like fleeing—toward the master bathroom shower.
"What was that? Something's off……."
The thought hit her. What if Mom had a lewd dream too and soiled her blanket? What if she'd snuck out right after waking to wash it? And what if that dream involved throwing herself at Oppa…….
"No way. Stop thinking about it."
No more images of Oppa holding Mom. Or Mom clinging to Oppa, sobbing.
"Wash it all away and forget."
She headed to the bathroom. She wanted to rinse off this sticky discomfort clinging to her skin from the climax's afterglow with hot water, fast.