Lunch Table with Everyone Present (1)
Sunday lunch. Normally, he'd be lounging at home, but today he's out. "Alright. Dressed sharp... no need to be nervous at all."
He checks his appearance one last time and takes a deep breath. But the tension lingers. His mind swirls with memories of the dreams he's woven—Min Deulle, Su Yeonhwa, and now even Min Jangmi, freshly claimed. Every woman in this house has been taken by him in dreams. Not reality, but his cock remembers their sensations vividly. The feel of bare flesh parting around him. Burying to the hilt and pumping in his seed. Clutching their breasts, tongues entwining.
Cough! He clears his throat and rings the doorbell. The chime echoes a few times, and the door swings open right away.
"Oppa! You made it?"
As expected, Min Deulle greets him. She stands there in casual clothes, ponytail swaying as the door opens.
"Excuse me." He smiles nonchalantly and steps into the entryway. A delicious aroma tickles his nose, and a glimpse of the living room quickens his pulse.
"Here, this."
"What's all this?"
"Just coffee. Drip bags from beans I blended myself... just add water. Didn't have time for a proper gift, so I made these."
"Whoa... Ah! Is this because I said I wanted to learn coffee? You prepared it yourself? Smells amazing."
Min Deulle beams as she takes the gift. That's part of it, sure. Unlike instant coffee, these give the thrill of brewing it yourself—like I'm the one pouring it!
"What are you talking about? Jumoong clearly said he didn't have time for other gifts, so he whipped these up," comes a very familiar voice.
A voice he knows well—one he hears at the cafe every day except Sundays.
"Don't make it sound like you brought them just for her, okay?"
Min Ari appears, arms crossed. She's in black dolphin pants and a thin white tee. The fabric is so sheer he can faintly make out her bra's outline. With her arms propping up her chest, the curves are blatantly on display.
"Huh? It's Sunday. Don't you have church, Ari?"
"..."
Ari avoids his eyes, pouting her lips.
"Not feeling great, so I'm skipping."
"Ha, liar. You went yesterday so you could skip today. Why not tell Jumoong oppa?"
"...I've been off since yesterday. Went then, resting today. As expected, still crappy."
"Then go crash in your room. Why come out here?"
As Min Deulle hugs his gift and glances back, Ari's eyes flick toward her.
"Gonna eat lunch first, then rest. He's my closest friend... gotta at least say hi. Come on in."
"Uh... sure."
He accepts her awkward greeting. And it hits him—the reason Ari skipped the cafe yesterday. Not because he didn't play along with her whims. Not some threat to run to her boyfriend.
She rearranged her schedule to be home today...
Skipped Sunday service by going Saturday. Stayed home today. To see him.
Why...?
The question flashes through his mind. Isn't she trying to get closer to her boyfriend? Planned a whole overnight trip to deepen things. Yet she skips church to stay here? That Min Ari rearranged everything to choose him over her guy?
"What are you all doing out there? Come help with the side dishes!"
Su Yeonhwa's voice calls from the living room. Ari turns first at the sound.
"This is so annoying..."
Min Deulle mutters under her breath and follows.
.
.
.
He trails the two into the house. It's massive compared to his studio. The living room, in whites, grays, and blacks, exudes modern calm. A huge window overlooks the weekend cityscape under a clear blue sky. The sofa could fit two rolling around comfortably; the wall-mounted TV and six-person dining table look equally spacious.
"Welcome. Not much prepared—kinda embarrassing."
Su Yeonhwa approaches from the kitchen, smiling brightly. Despite her words, the table overflows with dishes—more lavish than in his dreams.
"Thanks for inviting me. Ah, let me help."
"Guests should just sit, but thanks."
The sides are already set; only steaming rice to carry.
"If only my girls helped first like this. Guess I spoiled them like princesses—they never step up. Thanks~."
Su Yeonhwa pats his ass casually, like it's nothing. Like this level of touch is fine.
"Mom! I helped make this too. Don't lump me with unnie. The spoiled princess is her."
"Picking fights again? 'Helped' means you cheered from the side. Being in the kitchen doesn't make it joint cooking."
"N-no? I did the egg custard, glass noodles, carrots for japchae?"
"That's not really cooking."
"..."
Min Deulle clamps her mouth shut, sidles up to him, seats him, and plops right beside him. Coincidentally—or not—the exact spot from the dream.
"Hey, what're you doing? Move. That's my seat."
"Says who? Is it labeled 'unnie's seat next to oppa'?"
"Duh, it's where I always sit. Unspoken rule."
"Buy a ticket? Nameplate?"
"..."
Ari stands opposite, voice dropping lower.
"I can't eat well anywhere else."
"How'd you eat at church then? Starve?"
"That's out. This is home."
"Then ask Jangmi unnie for digestion pills after."
"Ugh, move it."
"Girls."
Su Yeonhwa intervenes.
"Just sit anywhere. Guest is here—why keep fighting? Mom's face is burning."
"See? Sit wherever. Obsessed much."
"..."
Deulle emphasizes "obsessed." Ari sighs shortly and takes the seat across from him.
"Sorry. They've been at it lately—drives me nuts."
"No worries. Lively and fun. I eat alone mostly, kinda envy this."
"Ah... right, you live solo."
Su Yeonhwa unties her apron and sits beside Ari. The sisters flank him, bickering over him. Thrilling, but the boisterous meal vibe itself excites him.
"That's why I love Ari and Deulle visiting the cafe. We don't eat together, though."
"Oppa, lunch together starting tomorrow? I'll pack bentos."
"No, study. No time."
"Order in then. Can't go out with customers."
"Why spend? House is close—eat there."
As he keeps refusing, Su Yeonhwa jumps in.
"I'll cover Deulle's lunches and dinners. Eat together."
"Huh? Mom, what about me? I work there too."
"You earn your own, Ari."
"..."
"Yes!"
"Let's eat."
Deulle pumps her fist; Ari grabs chopsticks with a grumpy face.
"What about Jangmi unnie?"
No extra place settings. Skipping lunch?
"Jangmi unnie's sleeping. Up early yesterday—recharging."
"Worried. Pushing like that on days off ain't healthy."
A bummer.
Wanted to see her face when she faces me...
As they eat, he recalls Jangmi. Legs spread with dildo buried. Begging to go raw, no condom. Clenching his cock, gasping. Blissful just before creampie...
Back to reality—what's she thinking? How will she act toward him now?
Like Deulle, bold approach? Avoid him? Or...?
Then.
"Hnghmm...♥"
A door opens; a lewd yawn echoes.
Min Jangmi stretches arms overhead. Freshly woken, tousled red hair cascades. Her white cotton tee—thinner than Ari's—lets braless breasts jiggle freely. Lower half clad only in panties matching the dream, she shakes her body.
"U-unnie! What the hell's that look?"
"Unnie, put on clothes. Guest here."
Jangmi, sleepy-eyed and glasses-free, squints at him. Frowns slightly, then grins. No attempt to hide her prominent nipples. Or her bare bottom half.
"Oh♥ Jumoongie's here. Sorry, didn't notice~."
"Ha? Our Jumoongie?"
"Our?"
All eyes snap to him.