Those Who Remember the Dream (1)
The next morning, I run into Yeonhwa in front of the cafe.
"Oh, Uju-mong. You're out early?"
"Hello." I bow my head politely in greeting.
Yeonhwa looks very different from her usual self today. Normally, she ties her abundant hair into a single bundle, securing it neatly in a hairnet. She even uses hairpins to ensure not a single strand sticks out, always meticulous. But right now, her light brown hair cascades beautifully down her shoulders. She usually prefers comfortable clothes for ease of movement—pants or cotton tees over skirts or blouses. Not today, though. In short, she's dressed almost exactly like she was at the playground.
"...Were you waiting for me?"
"I told you yesterday, didn't I? I wanted you to try the new bread. I couldn't wait to see your reaction, so here I am."
"Then why not just call me to come sooner? You must be busy..."
"Oh, come on, I can't call over something like that."
Suddenly, Yeonhwa sidles right up next to me. Her shoulder brushes my arm.
"Here, give it a try." She unwraps the bread and holds it up, subtly grabbing my arm in the process.
"I... I'll hold it myself." I'm flustered by the soft sensation pressing against my forearm. Yeonhwa has casually hooked her arm through mine, lifting the bread to my mouth.
"Hurry up and eat. My arm's getting tired."
"Ah, yes."
Her soft, gentle voice comes from right beside me. It drags last night's dream back to the surface. Now I know exactly how this voice changes. The lewd shift, step by step. And at the end of that process, how she sobs and whimpers— I remember it all.
Does Yeonhwa remember it too?
Can I call her changed hairstyle and outfit a coincidence? What other reason could there be for someone who always kept a consistent distance to press so close that her breast touches my arm?
I take a big bite of the bread first. Too many thoughts swirling; the taste barely registers.
"It's delicious."
"Really delicious? You're not just saying that?"
"No, it's genuinely good. Mom."
"......"
No sooner do the words leave my mouth than Yeonhwa flinches.
"I meant the bread... is delicious, right?"
"Huh? Oh, of... of course! What else could it be?"
"Phew, you scared me. Uju-mong, you really know how to mix up your words."
It feels like I've been gently rebuked. I had planned to gauge her reaction, chat naturally, and probe if she remembered that dream from yesterday. But I never got the chance to bring it up.
"Great. So, how many should I pack for you? It'd be a huge help if you offered them free to the cafe customers today and checked their reactions."
"Sure, I'll do that. They'll love them, I'm sure."
Yeonhwa nods and steps back, creating some distance. The half-eaten bread is still in her hand.
"Oh, right, Uju-mong."
She carefully repacks the bread. Then, from a short distance away, she looks straight at me and asks,
"Your joke earlier made me think of something out of the blue."
"......"
"Do you have any... unusual sexual preferences or anything?"
"Pardon?"
"Like, say, enjoying the thrill outside... that sort of thing?"
My heart pounds. This confirms it. Yeonhwa remembers. The sensation of her labia forcibly parting. The moment my cock settled fully inside her. Kissing her deeply as she climaxed, moaning while taking my creampie meant for her daughter.
"Not that I'm trying to sexually harass you... You like our daughters, and they like you, so."
Yeonhwa's words speed up. I'm just standing there silently, and it seems to make her anxious.
"It just popped into my head. Really suddenly. Not that I'm into that sort of thing. You made the joke first."
"It's a bit startling, yeah."
"R... right? What was I even... Never mind. You don't have to answer. Oh! The bread's right in the car..."
"I usually go with whatever the woman wants."
"......"
Yeonhwa, who had turned to leave, freezes in place. I can't see her face, but through the strands of her hair, her flushed red ear peeks out.
"Outdoor stuff isn't my thing, but if she asks... I'd probably do it. Just to see her happy."
"So I wasn't wrong about you after all."
"Huh?"
"No, nothing. The bread's heavy. Come grab it? You're good with heavy stuff, Uju-mong."
Yeonhwa drags out the words in a strangely suggestive way. Is that "heavy stuff" referring to herself? If I can hold and thrust into her, shake her like an onahole over and over, then a box of bread is nothing. Is that what she wanted to say?
She's subtly enjoying this, isn't she?
Her hair sways as she walks off with light steps. I follow, intoxicated by Yeonhwa's unique scent. It's the same aroma from yesterday, when I gripped that ass tight and slowly rocked her up and down.
If Mom wants to dream like that again, if she wants me to fuck her more, then there's no need for me to avoid her.
Human resolve is so fragile. Vows are so futile. With that realization, I close the distance between us by another step.
...
"We're here."
"Hey, oppa."
Around 9 a.m., Min Ari and Min Deulle push open the cafe door. Both are dressed casually today.
"What? Order quick and go."
"You first, unnie. I have something to talk about with oppa."
"What a coincidence. I have something to discuss with Uju-mong too."
Ari crosses her arms and steps back a bit.
"I'll wait, unnie. You go first."
"How can you so shamelessly admit to eavesdropping? Fine, you do it first."
"Why? Something I can't hear? What are you even planning to say?"
I want to watch their bickering a little longer, but I push that aside and step forward.
"No fighting. Order first, both of you? I'll prep them ahead."
"Iced Americano for me."
"Make me whatever oppa likes, please..."
"Hey, you really..."
Just then, Ari's phone blares loudly. She usually has it on silent or vibrate, but today it's ringing full volume for some reason.
"Aren't you gonna get that? Boyfriend?"
"......"
"Perfect timing. Once unnie leaves, I can talk to oppa."
Ari furrows her brow slightly and heads right out of the cafe.
"Whew, finally some quiet."
"Why fight over nothing? It's not like talking to me is a big deal."
I start brewing the Americano naturally. I feel a bit guilty toward Deulle, so it's hard to meet her eyes properly.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"After you close tonight... walk with me?"
Is she locking in confirmation while unnie's gone? A nighttime stroll alone. That walk will surely lead to the dream path where she wandered naked.
"Just 10 minutes. No, 15. Okay?"
It's hard to flat-out refuse. I ruined the end of that dream, after all.
"Worried about unnie?"
Deulle glances at the cafe's glass door.
"Unnie's planning a one-night-two-days trip with her boyfriend, I think."
One night, two days. Spending the night away.
"Overheard her call by accident. Boyfriend wants a day trip, but unnie..."
I get sucked into Deulle's story without thinking.
Ari's boyfriend pursues platonic love for religious reasons. But if Ari pushes hard, gets him drunk, and fakes a mistake... an accident could happen.
"What did unnie say?"
"......"
"A nighttime walk might jog your memory."
Deulle turns back to me, our eyes meeting. The 20-year-old girl I need to fuck 27 more times in dreams smiles prettily, her lips curving lightly.
"Got it. I was thinking I need more exercise anyway."
"Nice!"
"I'll be inside then. Tell me what oppa likes. I want to learn, one by one."
Deulle barrels straight at me with her honest feelings. She sparkles so brightly, it's hard to look away. What can I say? Compared to me, tapping away at the app from behind. Compared to some guy who couldn't confess to the girl he likes and just jerked off alone.
"What'd you two talk about?"
Having finished her call, Ari steps back into the cafe.
"Something unnie doesn't need to know."
Deulle tosses out the short reply in a brighter voice. I can't help but watch her until she vanishes from sight.
"What? Why's she so hyped?"
"She asked for a walk tonight. Said 10 minutes, so I said yes."
"You agreed to that?"
"What's the big deal? Just a walk. I've been cooped up lately, feeling stiff."
In the dream, I moved plenty—enthusiastically—but in reality, it's just work and home. Not wrong.
"...Won't it be tough? You need rest too."
"10 minutes is fine."
"......"
"Don't worry. We'll just stroll the apartment complex and I'll send her right back."
Ari purses her lips, pouting slightly. No further protest. Just a hint of displeasure. She's okay with me spending time with her little sister like this. Her attitude and tone toward me are the same as always.
Ah... that familiar thrill is back.
In the dream, I groped those breasts freely. Dozens of times over her clothes, dozens more inside. Imprinting the feel into my palms, over and over. No tongue-kissing, couldn't thrust into Ari yet—but soon.
"Uju-mong."
"Y... yeah?"
"Be honest. What do you think of Deulle?"
Ari leans forward, lowering her voice. This time, I fail to avert my gaze. Her plump, gathered breasts fill my vision completely.