The Most Delicious Thing Mom Made (6)
Oppa holds my hand and leads me down the hallway toward Unnie's room. As he opens the door and steps inside, a space that's both familiar and strangely foreign unfolds before us. One wall is lined with a bookshelf crammed full of books, and by the head of the bed sits a small lamp and a laptop. The room is overall neat and serene—surprisingly tidy for Unnie's personality.
Why? Why bring me to Unnie's room instead of mine?
I've never even imagined something like this. Mom suddenly showing up at the playground, Oppa taking pictures of Mom or Unnie—none of it makes sense. I have no idea why I'm dreaming something so bizarre.
"So this is what Ari's room looks like," Oppa murmurs, slowly scanning the space. I watch him run his fingers along the bookshelf and fiddle with the little potted plant by the window. My heart sinks in that instant.
His attention feels like it's shifting from me to Unnie, and a creeping unease bubbles up.
No. If he starts thinking about Unnie here... the dream might go off the rails again. I could vanish, and Ari Unnie might pop up to cling to him instead.
I tug his hand naturally toward Unnie's bed. Part of me wants to drag him to my room, but steering his focus back to me as smoothly as possible seems smarter.
"Oppa, I can't hold back anymore," I whine, pulling him close. I lie back on the bed, drawing him on top of me. Thankfully, his gaze returns to me.
Our lips draw near, then meet naturally. Mmwah. They press softly together, then part, our breaths mingling in a lewd tangle. Tongues intertwine, wet sounds echoing through the room. His hand gropes my breast, palm cupping it gently while his thumb teases my nipple. A tingling shiver races down my spine.
He kisses my nape. Soon his lips trail down to my chest, brushing my nipple. His tongue laps at the hardened bud, teeth grazing it lightly.
Yes. This is it... this is what I wanted.
Oppa doesn't stop there. Past my breasts, down my stomach. Lower still.
"This time, let Oppa do it with his mouth."
"Y-yeah...? No, you don't have to... ♥"
Before I can protest, he buries his face between my legs. His lips touch my pussy. Warm, soft sensation spreads instantly. His tongue flicks my clit lightly, then his lips nibble it gently. He peels back the hood tenderly, like kissing my upper lips, and starts planting soft kisses on my lower ones.
I... I should tell him to stop...
His tongue tip delves inside, lapping up my juices, and my whole body trembles. Sharp pleasure sparks from my thighs, climbing to my belly. I've tasted my own fluids out of curiosity during masturbation—licking it off my fingers. It was never delicious; just fishy and sticky.
But Oppa keeps going, tongue and lips working tirelessly. He slurps up the flowing nectar noisily. Seeing that makes my chest tighten with emotion. Is this payback for the blowjob? For holding my breath until he came?
He lifts his face briefly and mutters, "This is ridiculously delicious..."
No way, I think. Is he just saying that to make me feel good? As that thought crosses my mind, he strokes my pussy, coating his finger in my juices. He sits up and extends it toward me.
"Here, wanna taste?"
"......"
I open my mouth willingly. Refusing now would break the flow.
"Wh-what...? Why is this... so tasty?"
Sweetness blooms on my tongue. Not artificial—deep, rich sweetness like Mom's cooking. It fades quickly from my mouth, leaving me smacking my lips for more. Pure bliss.
"See? Isn't it amazing?"
"How is this...?"
Then it hits me. This isn't reality. It's a dream. Eating naked, sucking him off mid-meal, jumping straight to sex afterward. Of course my pussy juice tastes different here.
"Spread your legs wider. I'll keep going."
"Okay......"
I part them obediently. Oppa lies prone now, leisurely savoring my pussy.
"Haa... ♥"
The guy I love quietly sucking my pussy. Licking like it's delicious, drinking every drop. I get why he loves it so much now...
When I swallow his cum, does he feel this same thrill? The sensation is so good, it's messing with my head. My body floats, heat building relentlessly.
How much time passes like that? Shallow climaxes ripple through me dozens of times, then the sharpest one crashes in.
"Hngut... ♥"
Oppa stills his tongue on my clit, letting me savor the afterglow. Such consideration makes me fall for him all over again. I can't let him go to any other girl. Not in dreams, not in reality... I have to make him mine somehow.
The final long suck on my clit makes me buck my hips. I hope I don't wake up. I want to feel this over and over.
"In-insane... this dream... too good... ♥"
"Deulle, can I record how you look right now?"
"...Huh?"
It takes a moment to process. I start to say no, then hesitate. This is a dream. Not real. Even if he takes pictures, they'll vanish when I wake.
It's just a dream. No reason to refuse.
His pleading expression softens me further. He wants me this badly. How could I say no?
"Only for Oppa... promise no one else sees."
"Of course. Just for me."
He holds my legs spread and raises his phone. From below, his cock looks maximally erect—rock-hard, throbbing like it aches to plunge inside me.
Ding.
Not a camera shutter. Oh, he's filming video. Capturing me on video.
The lens points at my pussy. Juices trickle down visibly, snapping me back to reality. I'm lying on Unnie's bed. Oppa ate me out in Unnie's room. He's craving me, not her. Recording me on his phone.
My heart pounds painfully. My face flushes; I want to clamp my legs shut. The phone slowly pans up to my face, capturing pussy, breasts, and all in one shot.
"So pretty. You'd have been insanely popular as an idol."
His praise lifts my mood.
"Even... even if I debuted... I wouldn't show this side to anyone but Oppa."
"......"
"Sorry... that a popular idol can't give you the chance to fuck her."
He likes that—starts moving. Can't hold back anymore; he grips his cock, aligning the head with my hole.
Oh, filming the insertion too.
I lift my hips to make it easier, spreading my entrance with both hands, urging him in.
"Ah... ♥"
A twinge of pain. The familiar first-penetration sensation spreads slowly through me. If this were real, would I still let him record? What if it leaked? "Idol Trainee Creampie Finish" going viral. Would Oppa take responsibility for my life?
Halfway in, he pauses and grabs the blanket beside us.
"Hold on, let me wipe the blood."
He wipes my virgin blood on Unnie's blanket—the one she sleeps under. Leaving proof of our union shamelessly on it. Like declaring he likes Min Deulle now, not her.
Cr-crazy. Just from insertion... I'm gonna cum.
Oppa moves slowly, considerately. My insides stretch, adapting to him. It's driving me mad.
Yes. This is what I wanted. This vivid, realistic sensation.
"Deulle, wanna suck your tit?"
I lift one breast to my mouth as he asks. No milk comes out, sadly. But he loves even this.
"Filming so lewdly."
"Th-then... instead of Unnie's pics, jerk off to this video."
Those words move him—his cock thrusts deep in one go. Our hips slap together; I gasp. My womb compresses. Built-up anticipation explodes into ecstasy rippling through me; I tremble helplessly.
"Ugh... ♥ Haaah..."
I latch onto my breast again, looking up at him. Oppa stares at me through the phone, not missing a second—checking if I'm taking him well, my crying face, everything.