The Room You Can't Escape Without Creampie Sex (1)
I have a crush on Min Ari.
When did I start liking her? It's crystal clear.
"Love at first sight. There's no other way to put it."
I swiped through the photos of Ari I'd saved separately in the cloud. Our connection stretched back to middle school—a relationship spanning over ten years. Even just the accumulated photos numbered in the hundreds.
"And yet, even if I fall asleep staring at these every night... she never shows up in my dreams..."
I'd already jerked off once and even showered. Now, sprawled on my plush bed, I flipped through Ari's pictures. This had been my pre-bedtime ritual for years.
Of course, if anyone saw me like this, they'd probably find it pathetic. If you like her that much, why not confess? Either she'll be yours, or she'll end up with some other guy. Are you really okay settling for a life of secretly snapping pics of her little sister and getting off to them on the sly?
Perfectly valid point. It's always easy to comment on someone else's life. That's human nature.
"Staying best friends forever... wouldn't be so bad."
In the quiet room, I kept swiping until I stopped dead at the latest photo I'd received today. Ari asleep. She was always a heavy sleeper—the kind of girl who wouldn't wake even if you carried her off in the night.
"If I lay Ari down properly... savor her breasts slowly... slide in gently and watch her reactions..."
Blood rushed south again. My cock tented the thin blanket, standing tall. I positioned the phone near my dick, zooming in on sleeping Min Ari's face and placing it right beside the tip.
"Driving me crazy... Should I go for round two before bed?"
My imagination fired on all cylinders. I had total confidence in this one thing: my cock. Even with both hands, I couldn't fully grip its length, and it was too thick for a tissue roll. Straight as an arrow, with a healthy bronze hue. Imagining Ari's eyes widening in shock at the sight... that alone was enough.
Bzzzzt—
Then my phone blared to life. The image of her closed eyes vanished from beside my dick, replaced by the bold letters [Min Ari].
A call from Ari.
"...Hello?"
I picked up, tamping down my arousal. Naked... fully hard... answering a call from the girl I loved. An indescribable thrill coursed through my veins.
"Uju-mong. It's me. You got a sec?"
"Yeah, I was just about to crash. What's up?"
"Well... I feel bad hogging your prime spot at the cafe as usual... but thanks for letting me write my novel there, and even okaying Min Deulle studying too. I didn't thank you properly earlier, so I wanted to say it right."
Min Ari, sounding a bit shy but steady as she expressed her gratitude. I loved her pretty face and big tits, sure, but this honest side of her? That got me too.
But here I am, stroking myself while talking to her. What a creep.
At first, I feared confessing would ruin our friendship. But lately, I worried she'd notice my sleazy, shameful side.
Even as I fantasized about planting my dick on her face and reveling in conquest, part of me shrank at the thought of her despising me as a pervert.
"No worries. There weren't many drinkers anyway... Better to have someone there than an empty cafe. One person hogging a spot or two? No big difference."
"Hearing you say that eases my guilt a bit."
I should be the one apologizing and thanking her.
"How was Min Deulle today?"
"She stepped out for lunch but otherwise studied hard."
Another sin piled up. I'd lied to get fresh photos, new jerk-off material.
"But she doesn't seem that into it? Not to judge, but with that attitude, she won't make much progress."
"I see..."
Silence stretched. I quickly pulled up Ari's photo again and resumed stroking slowly. Switched to speaker mode, savoring my pounding heart and rising excitement.
"She just lounged around at home, so I pushed her to retry college. Hope it didn't backfire..."
"Maybe she wants something else?"
"Huh? Uju-mong, your voice sounds off."
My heart skipped. But my hand didn't stop.
"Tired... Switched to speaker."
"Sorry, too late for a call."
"Nah. Hey... you got any worries lately?"
"...Me?"
She sounded like she might hang up, so I pivoted fast.
"You've seemed preoccupied..."
"That obvious?"
It wasn't really. Without Min Deulle spilling, I'd have chalked it up to writer's block.
"I've known you forever. I can tell."
"..."
"Boyfriend issues... novel stuff... whatever. Spill if you want. I can at least listen. It'll lighten the load."
"Thanks. You're the only one I'd tell..."
Her voice, touched and murmuring. I dropped the phone, unrolled tissue, and positioned it. Climax built faster than usual.
"W-well then..."
Ari hesitated, toying with sharing. I rolled onto my side, tissue at the ready by my tip. Phone near my face, all focus on her voice.
"Yeah. Go ahead... easy."
Fantasies swirled. Her whining about her platonic boyfriend. A woman in her mid-20s had needs too. Maybe agonizing over how to get intimate. If I could swoop in? Offer "practice" or "tips on men," lead to all sorts of fun?
Spurt! Spurtspurtspurt!!! Splurt!!!
Lips clamped, I unleashed a massive load. Her "Hmm..." of contemplation fueled it—twice, no, double what I'd shot at her photo earlier. My body shuddered.
"Nah. Never mind. Doesn't feel right."
"O-okay? Anytime... I'm here."
"Yeah! See you tomorrow. Sorry for the late call. Night!"
Her laugh-laced "Night." So sweet, this moment too thrilling—I fired off another thick rope.
......
"Whew... guilt's no joke."
Quick post-call rinse. No major mess or sweat, so the bed stayed fresh.
"Crash now, get eight hours maybe."
Lights off, alarm set.
"Oh right. That app. Forgot to delete it."
The Dream Manipulation App. The one that briefly bricked my phone. Tried deleting—no option. Long-press yielded nothing, like a pre-installed system app.
"Repair shop again? Pain..."
Plugged in the charger, shoved the phone aside. Slipped on my trusty eye mask.
Hoping for sweet dreams. Dreams of Min Ari.
......
"...Wake up."
A voice from afar. Familiar. A woman's.
"Wake up already, oppa!"
My eyes snapped open. Senses sharpened like a cold splash. A stark white room—bigger than my studio. Massive bed. Opposite, a door that looked like an exit. And a woman clutching the blanket to cover herself. Blonde hair, sharp eyes. Min Deulle—Min Ari's little sister, my bestie's sibling.
"M-Min Deulle?"
"Wh-what're you spacing out for? Find a way outta here quick."
Her pouty grumble drew my eyes to her chest. The gray hoodie no longer confined those monumental tits, now proudly on display.
Didn't know she had a mole on her left breast...
Min Deulle turned to the door. I followed her gaze. Then, words materialized sharply above it.
If you don't have creampie sex, you can't leave this room.
"Shit... How do I keep dreaming the same damn thing twice?"
Her mutter flashed me back to the Dream Manipulation App entry. Min Deulle trapped in a room where she had to fuck her favorite virtual streamer to escape. I'd tweaked it half-jokingly: swapped the guy for me, made it end only after full creampie.
So that app was... real...?