People Reliving Their Dreams (4)
"I'm home."
She mutters softly under her breath as she slips off her shoes. Yep, I wasn't imagining things. It looked huge even at a glance. Hell, it might be even bigger than what I saw in the dream.
Before parting ways with Oppa, she bows her head in greeting. Seizing that moment, she sneaks a peek at his lower body. His pants aren't even skin-tight against his thighs. Yet, Oppa's cock is bulging out, brazenly announcing its presence.
This isn't the time for that. Shower quick, snap a pic, and send it. Escalate step by step.
She flings her bag onto the bed in her room. Twisting the bathroom doorknob, she checks if her sister is in there. It's unlocked. She flicks on the light—no trace of water anywhere.
"What the hell? Does this chick skip showers and just crash?"
"Oh, Deulle, you're back?"
That's when Mom emerges from the master bedroom.
"You're late today. Where's Ari?"
"Sis hasn't come home yet? She left the cafe before me."
"No, she hasn't gotten back yet?"
"She nags me about not coming home late... but look at her, doing whatever she wants."
She grabs the two towels stacked nearby. Planning to shower before Sis returns.
"Hold on a sec, Deulle."
"Yeah?"
"Were you late because of Uju-mong?"
Mom asks with a sly grin, her face lighting up like a schoolgirl dying for gossip about a classmate's crush.
"We just took a walk together."
"Oh, a walk. Right. Just a walk, huh?"
"What else would we do...?"
Of course, there was more. But she's not about to spill every detail to Mom.
"No idea. I'm gonna shower."
"Wait, hang on. What's the rush?"
"Studying wore me out. I wanna wash up and crash."
"Really? I was thinking of inviting Uju-mong over this weekend..."
"Huh? This weekend?"
She steps into the bathroom, then backs right out.
"You and Ari are always hogging a table at his cafe. He's even helping with your studies lately. Thought I'd treat him to a meal as thanks. But if you're tired..."
"No, wait. You're inviting him? Should I ask him?"
Her mind races. Sis always goes to church with her boyfriend on Sundays—and stays till dinner.
Not Saturday. Lock it in for Sunday. Better if I bring it up instead of Mom.
If it doesn't work, push it to next week. Sis will be off on a weekend getaway with her boyfriend then.
"Oh, would you? That'd be great."
"Sure. I'll mention it."
"Perfect."
She clenches her fist, spins on her heel.
"Oh, right. You've been waking up at night lately. If it's rough, ask Jangmi for some meds. Big sis is a pharmacist—might as well use her for this."
"Uh... yeah. I'll think about it."
She slips into the bathroom and shuts the door.
"Like hell I'd take weird pills and ruin my dreams. No way."
She's having steamy dreams every night, but it's not exhausting. Compared to passing out after dawn dance practices back in her idol trainee days, this is nothing.
"What pic should I send... to make Oppa happy?"
She clutches her phone, sorting her thoughts. No need to go full exposure right away.
"Teasing with just a peek is way hotter."
Suddenly flashing bare tits or pussy? Too pervy. Losing control and ravaging each other like in the dream is great, but that edge-of-the-line tension from their apartment hug tonight—she craves that too.
"Got it. Decided."
This time, send it before Oppa sleeps. Bonus if she can call quick and hear his voice!
She scrubs meticulously, then dives onto the bed.
"Ugh, now that it's time to hit send... my heart's pounding."
Just tap confirm, and the pic and message fly off. Another mirror selfie from the bathroom. Top hiked up to flash a sliver of abs and underboob. Pants and panties tugged low enough to hint at her slim waist flaring into curvy hips.
"Should I start working out again...?"
She's kept in decent shape—no major damage yet. Tense her core, and it almost feels like her prime.
She rereads the casual lines under the pic. Pretending to vent worries, but really just an excuse to send it without awkwardness.
"S-So... Oppa sees this and... imagines me... jerks off a load...?"
That bulging silhouette straining his pants flashes back. Just like she fantasizes lewdly about him, does he do the same with this pic? Stroking while picturing shoving his cock inside her?
"Ah... I can't hold back tonight."
Prayer alone like last night won't cut it. She sends the pic and message first, then stands. Locks the door—just in case Mom or Sis barges in. Strips off pants and panties, settles on the waterproof sheet.
"Oppa..."
Towel from her head goes between her thighs as she starts touching herself. Eyes shut, hand slips inside her pajamas. Recalls how he gripped her tits hard, squeezes hers. Remembers burrowing into his chest today, strokes her pussy.
"This isn't enough..."
No massive hand kneading her. No forceful stretch prying her tight hole open, rousing every cell inside. Used to get off fine like this before. But now that her body knows a man's pleasure, it's rebelling—demanding Oppa now. These slim fingers? Useless, it screams.
"Not Sis's pics... mine... ♥ Delete all of Sis's..."
"Aah... so sweet... ♥"
Her love for Oppa overflows. It leaks between her legs, soaking the towel.
"Oppa pics too... something I can use to get off..."
Of course, she doesn't type that bluntly.
Reply comes instantly—like he's glued to his phone.
"Ah... ♥"
She keeps fingering herself while reading his texts. Legs splayed wide, spreads her pussy lips. Imagines Oppa settling between them, draping that cock over her belly.
"S-Sorry... for being such a slut..."
Picturing him fresh from the shower, she slaps her soaked pussy with her palm. Writhes her hips, begging for it.
Her heart thumps painfully hard. She pauses, wondering how to reply. Can she talk like this? Will he hear her masturbating?
N-No! If we're calling, stop now!
Her head knows, but her body won't obey. Left hand keeps going as she texts back.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey, Deulle. This okay? Not too late?"
Naked on his bed, he strokes slowly. Wasn't planning to go this far. Figured glance at Ari and Deulle's pics, bust a quick nut, sleep. But no chance.
Underboob shot's cheating...
Deulle's top yanked up, bit in her teeth, flashing underboob. Core tensed, pants and panties pulled low to flaunt hips. Pure sex appeal—no denying it.
"No, Oppa... I just showered too... about to lie down."
But Deulle's voice sounds off. Wet, almost? Slower than usual, trembling faintly.
No way...
Snap of the wrist, quick stroke along his shaft as he asks, "Huh? Your voice sounds weird... you okay?"
"It's... n-nothing! Showered too long... dizzy maybe... ♥"
Nope. He knows for sure. That's that voice.
"Maybe a cold coming on. Wanna hang up? Rest up."
"N-No! Got stuff to talk about... keep going... just a bit more... ♥"
Truth is, he doesn't wanna end it either. A girl who likes him is fingering herself on the other end, oblivious he's using her as fap fuel.