Chapter 42
First, he checked if Min Deulle had dreamed a new dream.
As expected, nothing.
Next up was the shop. He opened it and scrolled from top to bottom.
The first thing that caught his eye was the increased Drim Coins. They'd gone from 3 to 4. Just 26 more to go until 30.
Lower down, "Out of Stock" and "50% Off" jumped out at him.
"What a total scumbag app..."
The discount itself was great. An absurd 50% off, half price. But staring at it made his mood sour a bit.
"It's like it's tempting me—Just spend 2.5 million won and you can add Jangmi noona."
Min Deulle hadn't dreamed any more. No dreams to buy. In this situation, he'd normally just crash normally. And right then—bam, half-price sale. Min Jangmi, who used to cost 10 coins, was now 5. Psychologically, it felt like a steal.
Then it tempts you further: Coins that were originally 500,000 won each are now half off too. Buy now and save 2.5 million! No, better yet—buy coins with that money and snag Min Jangmi. That's a Drim Coin savings of 5 plus 2.5 million won profit!
What? You have photos and videos saved from the dream? Is that really enough? Think about it. Jerking off alone versus sliding your dick into a woman's body for the first time. And it's Min Ari's sister, the one you're into.
Conquer Min Deulle and now Min Jangmi too—feel that satisfaction as you thrust away.
You saw it in the dream. Doesn't Min Jangmi look tastier than expected? Fuck her in a dream tonight. Then tomorrow, go see her face-to-face. Aren't you curious what kind of face she'll make when she greets you?
"2.5 million... that's a lot..."
Of course, he had the money. Sell off those Doge coins sitting at a -35% loss.
"It's play money anyway. Coins are risky assets. Who knows when they'll tank. Might as well invest here instead?"
He knew it. This was just self-justification. Buying it meant handing over 2.5 million to the app. Best to hold out without depositing more cash. Bluntly put, 2.5 million could buy at least six dreams. And those dreams convert back to Drim Coins. No matter how you sliced it, pure loss.
Ding—
The cafe door opened. A customer. He slipped his phone into his pants.
"Welcome..."
"Hello."
He froze at the sight of the woman giving a light greeting. Red hair tied in a low ponytail, draped over her right shoulder. Round glasses and a white top. A light blue skirt showing her knees, white sneakers.
The woman from yesterday's dream. The one he'd just been agonizing over whether to fuck or not. Min Jangmi, big sister to Min Deulle and Min Ari. The one who'd held the camera for him and shot the naughty video.
"Jangmi noona?"
"Hey, you remember me? Feels like forever."
As she approached the counter, she glanced around the cafe.
"Of course. You're the only one I know with red hair like that."
"True, I've kept it this way since high school. Anyway, nice to see you. You never come by, so I figured I'd drop in."
Min Jangmi stood at the counter, looking up at the menu board. Even in her thick clothes, the shape of her ample breasts was on full display. In an instant, he recalled her naked body from the dream. He knew exactly what those breasts looked like freed from a bra, the size of her areolas, the shape and color of her nipples.
"Got anything besides coffee? Like tea?"
"Yeah, we've got herbal tea, chamomile, flower tea with honey. They don't sell as well—people think the value's low."
"Flower tea then, please."
"To go?"
"Nah, I'll drink here."
"Got it, one sec."
As he tapped the POS machine, he took her phone for payment.
Does she remember the dream?
The suspicion arose naturally. Otherwise, why would she suddenly show up at his cafe? Just to see his face since he hadn't visited? It sounded plausible, but the timing was too perfect.
"You've turned into a full-on man now."
"Huh?"
"Your face, your body... Unrecognizable."
"Noona, that's sexual harassment."
"And you hate it? Nah."
"..."
He finished the payment silently and handed back her phone. Jangmi noona took it but lingered, like she had more to say.
"You been tutoring Deulle lately?"
He picked up the conversation naturally while preparing the drink.
"Less tutoring, more like explaining the parts she doesn't get. Basics are from online lectures."
"I see... So how'd you seduce her?"
"Huh?"
"Our little sis seems head over heels for you."
He pondered his answer carefully.
"Didn't do anything special... Just help with studying. Short walk before heading home. That's it."
"Hmm... Really?"
Jangmi noona tilted her head, scanning the cafe again. Checking if anyone else was around.
"I figured you two had already done it. Haven't?"
"Wha—what? Done what?"
"You know."
She raised both hands. One in a fist, the other open flat. Then clapped fist to palm—smack smack smack—mimicking raw flesh slapping.
"No way..."
Overwhelming sexual harassment. He let out a hollow laugh at her casually crossing the line with a pretty smile.
"Why the face? You into premarital purity too?"
"No, it's not that... Noona, have you changed or something?"
"Gotta, at my age. I'm thirty now."
Thirty—what did that even mean? She'd always seemed more reserved, annoyed by everything.
"So, you did it?"
"No. Ari comes too, we study, head back together at night. I'm at the cafe all day. When would we even?"
"Sounds like if there was time, you'd want to."
"..."
Until recently, it'd been I like Ari. Sleep with her little sister? No way! But now? Different. If the moment arose naturally, he wouldn't refuse. He'd pull her in, not push away.
"Got it. You're into it. Naughty boy."
"I didn't say anything."
"Buy condoms from our pharmacy. Only the good-reviewed ones."
"..."
He set the drink in front of Jangmi noona. Sure enough, she grinned mischievously.
Yeah. She's always been hard to read—where's the line between sincere and joking?
Looking back, he'd always gotten swept up in her wordplay. Probably why he'd subtly avoided her.
"Customer, your flower tea."
"How many should I bring over tomorrow?"
"Keep harassing me and I'll call the cops."
Jangmi noona grinned wider, carefully lifting the mug.
"Thanks, smells great."
...
Should I just properly punish that noona in a dream?
As he pondered while serving customers, lunchtime rolled around. Jangmi noona had claimed the prime corner spot, only leaving for the bathroom. Peeking over now and then, she seemed to be reading a book.
Ding—
As he wiped tables, keeping tabs on her, the door opened. A familiar blonde woman walked in, gray hoodie as usual, big bag on her back. The difference: small brown boxes in both hands.
"H-hi..."
"You're here? A bit late today."
"Um... I-I thought apologizing with those photos was kinda much..."
Min Deulle approached without meeting his eyes, slowly extending the brown boxes.
"What's this?"
"Treats..."
"Treats?"
"Made them with Mom today. Eat these and... forgive me?"
"Oh..."
Then it clicked. She hadn't overslept. Wasn't drained from the rough dream-fuck.
Making these since morning, huh.
Su Yeonhwa's phone call from earlier flashed back. She'd said Deulle was running late past lunch, nothing more. Probably Deulle right there, signaling her not to spill.
He took the box. Deulle quickly hid her hands, but he spotted the band-aid on her finger that hadn't been there before.
"Thanks... I'll enjoy them."
"S-so... you're not mad anymore?"
"Yeah. All good."
Her face lit up at his words. She looked up with eyes begging for more—like a hug or a cheek kiss would be perfect. But not now.
"What's this? You two got such a vibe going."
"Huh?"
A woman's voice from behind. Curiosity dripping. Deulle peeked around him.
"J-Jangmi unni!? Why are you there!?"