The Tastiest Thing Mom Ever Made (2)
"Jangmi unni."
"Whoa! What's up, you're already awake?"
My big sister flinched as she stepped out of the bathroom. She glanced back and forth between me on the living room sofa and the clock on the wall. It was 6 a.m. now. No wonder she was startled.
"Why're you up so early? Stressed from studying or something?"
She walked over, asking in a friendly tone. Even to me, another girl, the sight of her wiping her wet red hair with a towel looked a little seductive.
"I've got something bothering me... Can you give me some advice?"
"Well, that's new. You coming to me for advice."
"......"
"Fine. But dry my hair first."
Big Sis plopped down next to me and turned her back. I took the fluffy towel and started drying her damp hair almost reflexively.
"Unni, do you ever have dreams or anything?"
"Nah, I close my eyes and boom—morning. Like a time warp."
"What if... there's a drug that makes you dream more vividly?"
"A drug for vivid dreams?"
As I squeezed the water from her hair, I recalled last night's dream. It had been naughty, sure. Everyone naked around the dining table. Mom and Big Sis were just spectators. The stars were me and Oppa, alone. The onlookers envied me, begging for just one turn, but Oppa shut them down flat. He even said the sweetest things—that he only wanted to devour me—while gently gripping my throat.
But it didn't feel like that... This wasn't it...
It had been way more vivid. So real you couldn't tell dream from reality. That tingling pleasure sweeping roughly over every inch of my body. The pressure and satisfaction of my womb swelling full. None of that was in this dream.
"Truth is... I've been having these super vivid dreams lately."
"Yeah? And?"
"Today's felt... less intense? Weird to say, but it was just a normal dream."
The waterproof sheet I'd prepped ahead was pointless—it was that bland. The sensation of insertion, Oppa's cock stroking inside me, even the feel of his cum flowing into my womb... all faint.
"So, you're asking if there's a drug to make dreams more vivid?"
"Exactly."
"Like that even exists."
"No, I searched online and stuff came up."
She paused, thinking it over.
"There are similar things. Galantamine, Vitamin B6. Mugwort—called dream herb—or Calea ternifolia. But none of it's proven."
"So they exist."
"I'm saying it's pseudoscience level—you can't trust it. You listening?"
"Can you get me some anyway? Like, placebo? Flashback? Something with that effect?"
"Placebo effect, you mean?"
"Yeah, that. Saw it in Korean class."
Who cares about the exact name? As long as we communicate.
"I can get it. But seriously, why? Isn't deep sleep without dreams better? As a repeater, dreaming every night would wear you out."
"That's 'cause you've never had a good dream."
"Talking about dreams like they're gourmet food."
Big Sis chuckled and shot back.
"What kind of dream is it? Good enough to drug yourself for vividness?"
"Uh... there is one."
"Lemme guess—something naughty?"
"No? Not at all?"
I lied smoothly. But she saw right through me.
"Bingo. It's a wet dream."
"......"
"Little sis flashing her stuff. Just get a boyfriend. You never even dated properly with all that idol training. Better than popping pills."
"Says the mo-sol still single past thirty."
"H-hey, that's not true! You just don't know—I've had tons of experience. Super slutty, wild life."
Blatant lie, even more obvious than mine. Her routine was work, home, repeat. Pharmacy closes, straight to bed. Weekends locked in her room. Romance? As if.
"Anyway, get it for me."
"Fine. Can't stop you once you're hooked. I'll grab it."
"Thanks. Best big sis ever—not like Middle Sis."
"I'm doing it 'cause otherwise you'd scrounge weird pills somewhere. But if it doesn't work, drop the obsession and find a real guy. Got it?"
"Yeah."
She stood, towel in hand.
"Studying okay?"
"More fun than I thought. Clear goal makes it stick."
"Good. Need money, say so. Pay back when you're successful."
She draped the towel over her head and headed to her room. Unlike Middle Sis, every word and gesture screamed consideration.
How much did I mooch for idol stuff... Can't ask for more here.
I got up and headed to the bathroom. New goals added. Make bank running the cafe with Oppa. Pay back Unnis and Mom!
"Gotta get closer to Oppa for that. Ask for a walk today too."
Hand-holding strolls ending in hugs. If that kept up, I could study forever.
......
Whew... Held back all day—what a ordeal...
Closing the cafe, I reflected. Friday passed ordinarily, peacefully. Ari still looked grumpy, mind a mess. Deulle sneaked touches right in front of her. Pressing thighs like nothing happened, brushing my hand, fanning her shirt to flash cleavage in the heat.
Deulle, you little... kept peeking down there.
Teasing me on purpose, checking between my legs—cute but infuriating. If this were a dream, I'd grab those tits and punish her.
"Oppa, walk together again today?"
Deulle's sweet, expectant pitch. Then Ari piped up right behind.
"No. Both of you go home."
Turning, I saw them glaring.
"What? Why? What's the problem now?"
"......"
Ari's lips twitched like she wanted to say something. But nothing came.
"What? Blocking us for no reason? Just being petty. That time of the month?"
"......"
Ari shot me a glare. Why splash on me? Hadn't done anything to piss her off.
"Fine. I'll come too. Mind if I tag along?"
"Ugh, seriously. What're you on about?"
"Why? Can't I join? Gotta be alone to do something shady?"
"Do whatever. You've got a boyfriend. Call him and walk."
"Too late for that—it's rude."
Deulle sighed deeply, stepping toward Ari. Tense, like a fight might break out. I stepped in to defuse.
"Okay, all three. Ari's been writing all day—needs a break like us."
"......Fine. If Oppa says so."
Deulle backed off. Ari kept her sharp eyes on us.
......
Why'd Ari tag along? She backed off easy yesterday—why not today? Lost in thought, we hit the path quick. Not far from the cafe.
"Oppa, hand like yesterday?"
"Huh?"
She grabbed mine immediately. No time for yes or no.
"Wait—why hold hands?"
"Dark. Might trip."
"How dark? And you're not a kid. Let go."
"Waaah?"
"......"
Deulle's baby voice made Ari scowl.
"You two... dating or what?"
"......"
Deulle stayed silent, leaving it to me.
"No. Nothing like that."
"Then why hold hands? Weird."
"Not weird at all? Maybe your values are off. Only couples hold hands? Where's that rule?"
"You're the weird one. Stubborn too."
"Oppa, let's go. Unni'll follow."
She tugged. Ari flinched closer.
"Fine. I'll hold too."
"Huh? Unni, what?"
"Dark, right? Not just for couples. So mine's fine."
Ari gripped my left. Deulle my right, fuming. I squeezed both tight.
Their bickering... not hating it.
Usually Ari led me around. Now both revolved around me. Girl who likes me, girl I like. No need to pick. Deulle means Ari hates me; Ari means weird mess. Ideal? Drop both, stroll free. But I don't wanna.
"Great. Unni, me, Oppa—three hand-in-hand."
"Yeah. Like this."
And so we did. Holding hands amicably, strolling the apartments.