Ergonomic Body-Fit Dildo (1)
He placed the remote on his palm and stared at it intently. The pink surface gleamed softly under the cafe's lights.
No way. It might not be. Could be a Bluetooth earphone case... or a strangely shaped car key...
He wasn't entirely convinced. It sure looked like that, but he pulled out his phone and opened the camera anyway. He set the remote on the counter, adjusted the angle, and snapped a photo. Then he ran an AI image search.
It only took a few seconds for the results to pop up.
"What the hell. It is a dildo."
A women's adult toy. Wireless vibrator. Remotely controllable, activates guaranteed within 10 meters. Multiple vibration patterns and five intensity levels—a high-end plaything for grown-ups. The exact match glared back at him from the phone screen with a 100% sync rate.
He glanced around instinctively. Luckily, no customers nearby. Min Deulle was in the corner of the cafe, and the ones who'd just come in had grabbed takeout and left.
So... she really had that thing inside her all morning, sitting in the corner?
He examined the product more closely. First, the blunt end meant to slide inside a pussy—swollen at the tip like a condom filled with cum, tapering off toward the back. That thinner section curved to hug the entrance. The description claimed its ergonomic design ensured a tight fit against the pussy with just panties over it.
Sister Jangmi... is this perverted?
Honestly, it shocked him a bit since it had been a while. Asking if he'd slept with Min Deulle... slapping her fist against her palm to make that rhythmic sound... joking about preparing condoms for him to try on her little sister... He'd chalked it up to playful teasing to close the distance fast. Figured her prankster personality had just picked up a hint of naughtiness past thirty.
This is way beyond that. This level makes her a bigger perv than me, doesn't it?
Suddenly, the Dream Manipulation App's 50% discount popped into his head. He hadn't added Jangmi right away, mostly because of the money. 2.5 million won was no joke, and the app seemed aggressively designed to suck his wallet dry, which turned him off.
But that wasn't the whole reason. A sliver of conscience? Ethics? Self-control? Some mix of those, probably.
Now, though, it was all shaking loose.
If this really is hers... and she came to her sisters' hangout spot, teased the guy tangled up with them, and got off on dildo masturbation the whole time... doesn't that mean I could fuck her a bit in dreams guilt-free?
He pocketed his phone and fiddled with the remote. If it was truly hers, she'd come back for it. Pressing the button then would confirm everything, right?
"Oppa."
"Huh... what?"
He gripped the dildo remote tight and looked up. Min Deulle had snuck up close without him noticing.
"Busy?"
"Nah, just thinking for a sec. What's up? Want me to make something?"
"Got a problem I don't get... could you explain it?"
He nodded eagerly. Helping with her studies was part of the gig anyway, and sitting there would let him watch Jangmi's reactions up close if he toyed with the remote.
...
He sat beside Min Deulle, skimming the English passage. She still had tons of unknown words and only basic grammar, but her contextual inference was solid. She pieced together what she knew, analyzed the choices, and nailed answers via elimination.
"You've got great instincts, Deulle."
"Really?"
"Keep memorizing vocab steadily and build grammar step by step—you'll hit at least a 2nd grade for sure."
"It's 'cause you explain so well, oppa. Everything sticks right in my head when you do it."
Min Deulle stroked his arm with a bubbly lilt. A touch unrelated to studying—too lingering for mere friendliness. But he didn't call her on it. Let her do as she pleased.
"Oppa, this one too... Could you translate the next passage?"
Emboldened by his reaction, she slowly hooked her arm in his, pressing her chest flush against him as casually as possible. She feigned nonchalance, but the tremor in her voice and fingertips betrayed her nerves.
She always gets tense when we're alone. Kinda cute, though.
Min Deulle tugged his right arm closer, sharing her breast's soft give. He reached out with his left hand, gently stroking the back of hers atop his arm.
"You gotta try it yourself to improve."
"J-just one passage. Pleeease, just one..."
She didn't pull away from his touch—instead, yanked harder. The talk stayed innocent. The moves cautious.
"Fine, one more."
"Yesh..."
He picked up the pen and slowly parsed the passage. Middle-school level English—not tough to translate and solve. But he was as distracted as her, so it wasn't perfectly smooth.
Min Deulle's gaze dipped to his pants now and then. She pushed her chest forward, mumbling, "Oh, so that's how it translates," in a tense whisper.
How am I supposed to hold back...?
A slight turn of his head revealed her breast squished against his arm. The hoodie hid any view inside, and the bra dulled the sensation. But this was reality, not a dream. Lift his left hand a bit, and he could grope her tit. The vibe said she wouldn't complain—hell, she seemed to crave it.
His cock was filling with blood bit by bit. Enough to hike up the loose pants and outline its shape visibly.
"Whoa..."
Min Deulle stared at the bulge and sighed softly in awe. He played dumb.
"Hm? What's up?"
"Oh, uh? N-nothing. Just... your explanations feel so a-amazing..."
She whipped her eyes back to the book, face flushing. That sealed it for him: If he wanted, he could fuck her for real, right here in reality.
And right then—ding! The cafe door swung open.
Min Deulle unhooked her arm instantly. He mentally sang the anthem to cool off and prep for customers.
"Huh? Sister Jangmi?"
"Oh... studying hard?"
"D-didn't you go home?"
Min Deulle panicked like a kid caught red-handed. Min Jangmi eyed their setup with a stiff expression. He toyed with the remote in his pocket.
"Didn't you say you were taking a break? Why back so soon...?"
"Thought I dropped something. Came to check if it was here."
"Oh, yeah? I'll look for it."
"No, keep studying with Deulle. I got it."
Jangmi hurried over, squatting down. Same outfit as when she left: white crewneck tee, light blue skirt, white sneakers. But now it struck him totally different.
"What is it? What'd you drop?"
"Uh... pill case?"
Suspicion piled up. Lifting sofa cushions, zeroing in on the exact spot where he'd grabbed the remote—doubt hardened to certainty. And that certainty swelled his half-chub even more.
Click. Click. Click.
He worked the remote. Couldn't hold back—mashed the up arrow repeatedly.
"Hnnng...!"
Sister froze mid-motion. A sharp gasp, then she ducked under the table and went silent.
"Sis? You okay?"
His heart pounded. Spot on.
It was real... That Body-Fit Dildo is buried in Jangmi's pussy right now.
He pictured the shape from his phone search. Ergonomic cling with just panties—the perfect pussy seal. And he held its remote.
"D-did you guys... take my... pill case...?"
She crawled up slowly and sat on the sofa. Face a bit flushed. With the dildo maxed out inside her.
"Nah, haven't seen it."
"Me neither."
"..."
Their eyes met. He dialed the vibe down to minimum. Her eyes narrowed. Tongue flicked out to wet her lips, lids blinking sloooowly.
"This is... b-bad..."
"Why? Important meds? We can help look."
"No, it's not that big a deal."
She shook her head, sneaking peeks at him. That look screamed You really have it? So he bumped it up one notch to test.
"Hoo..."
Fingers twitching, head tilting back slightly. Voice suppressed, but every visible reaction dripped lewdness.
"You okay? You look off."
"I'm fine... Just need a breather."
"Sit tight then. I'll whip up a hot drink."
"No... I'll head home and..."
Before she finished, he cranked it to max.
"..."
Min Jangmi clamped her mouth shut, eyes squeezing tight.
"Heading straight home? Might not be a good idea. You sure you're alright?"
Not a threat—just a subtle nudge of his intent. He wanted more of her like this. He knew her secret. Remote in his hand. You gonna ignore me and bail?
"No, shouldn't you hit the hospital or something? You're acting weird, sis."
"Yeah, let's close the cafe quick and go."
"Right, sis. Don't play pharmacist—get a real doc to check you out proper."
He fished the remote from his pocket. Kept his hand tucked close to his body, out of Min Deulle's sight—but perfect for Jangmi sitting across.
"N-no need... Hot tea... just make me some hot tea...?"