Min Deulle's Crisis (3)
"Looks like... I'll have to save this for next time."
Regret laced Oppa's voice. It felt like he was barely suppressing his surging desire.
'Min Deulle. Get a grip. You gonna let this chance slip away? I need to take the initiative here. I can do it.'
If the mood fizzled out now, they might slip right back into their old dynamic. They'd gotten swept up in the moment, shared a kiss, and groped her breasts. She didn't want things to end on that note.
'The time for pretty packaging has passed.'
She steeled herself. Using a condom right now was out of the question. But in this sealed space, there were plenty of other things they could do.
"Right... where were we?"
"Oppa."
Min Deulle placed her hand on Uju-mong Oppa's thigh and shifted her voice a little.
"That... that was my first kiss, you know..."
"......"
It wasn't a lie. In reality, this was definitely the first time she'd lingered like this, lips pressed firmly together.
"It was so sudden... it went by too fast... I'm still craving it... Can you do it just one more time?"
Even to her own ears, her voice was shockingly full of aegyo—whiny yet seductive, pouring out from deep inside.
Oppa's gaze turned back to her. Ah, that look again. The kind that said, 'What should I do with this girl?' He could just do whatever he wanted... If Oppa asked, she'd give him anything...
Suddenly, his hand rested cautiously on her waist. He turned his body toward her, eyes flicking between her gaze and her lips.
"You sure you're okay with this?"
He was asking her. But the question wasn't just for her—he was probably asking himself the same thing. Was this really okay? Could he kiss Min Ari's little sister like this? With the girl he liked possibly right outside the door, was it fine to tangle tongues and grope Min Deulle?
She decided to muster more courage. To answer Oppa's question. To give him the answer he needed.
"Then..."
She stood and slowly climbed onto Oppa's chair—the kind commonly called a gaming chair, with a wide seat. She could straddle his legs, knees and thighs fitting perfectly on it.
"This time... instead of you, Oppa... let me take the lead..."
She gently settled her hips onto his lap, slowly closing the distance. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt her chest.
Smack—
Smooch—
Thankfully, Oppa accepted her just like that. He slowly reached out, hands starting to caress her waist. His palms glided softly up her sides. Her waist moved on instinct, hips twitching as if begging for more.
"Haa... I wish... you'd touch my breasts..."
"......"
"Will you unhook my bra?"
Oppa's hands moved right away. Trembling faintly, as excited as she was. Whether from experience or skill, he effortlessly reached behind her back and unclasped it. He set the bra on the desk and placed his hand on her breast. His large palm gripped her right breast firmly.
"Ah... ♥"
A lewd moan escaped before she could stop it, and she clamped her mouth shut. Oppa glanced startled toward the door.
"Voice too loud."
"S-sorry... It felt too good..."
"......"
"......"
They stared at each other in silence. His hand still clutched her breast. Her swollen nipple was caught between his fingers.
"...Feels like we're doing something really naughty."
"Should we stop?"
"No. Keep going."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Sitting on his lap put their faces at perfect level.
Smooch—
The kiss came even more naturally this time. His hand kneaded her breast slowly. His thumb teasingly tapped her nipple, his index finger flicking it up and down.
'Wh-why does this feel exactly like the dream?'
It was the perfect situation for "just like a dream." The way their breaths mingled. The caress on her breast. The style of their kiss. It all evoked memories from the dream.
'This has to be fate... There's no other explanation...'
I'll do it next time.
Those words felt hollow now—I was already falling hard for Min Deulle. There had been plenty of moments to push her away. But I didn't. I accepted her.
"Aaah... ♥"
I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing her breast tight. To hear her voice more clearly, I broke the kiss. I moved my face to her nape, planting a light kiss there. Inhaling her unique scent, my left hand supported her waist.
"Oppa... O-Oppa..."
Her needy call made my heart race. All that separated us was a few thin layers of clothing. Remove them, and we could connect right now. If I pushed a little, took back what I'd said, I could turn the dream into reality.
But... this feels wrong. Her first time, sneaking around in her room while the family's home...'
I kissed her anyway. Unhooked her bra and groped her bare breasts freely. But I didn't want to take her first time like this. At least for that, I wanted to make it special.
"Deulle-ya."
"Yes...?"
"Next Sunday... wanna study at Oppa's place?"
"Ah..."
This was the best I could do. There might've been cooler, more romantic words, but I'm no novelist—just a barista running a small cafe.
"Promise? Definitely... at Oppa's house... right?"
Min Deulle deliberately skipped "study," seeking confirmation.
"Yeah."
The moment I answered, she hugged me tight. I quietly embraced her back, kissing her nape again.
Was this the right thing? With my feelings for Ari unresolved, was it okay to hold Min Deulle? Or was I just using her one-sided crush to satisfy my lust? Wouldn't that make me no different from Ari in the end?
Those doubts swirled endlessly in my mind. But in the end, I couldn't push Min Deulle away.
"Hoo..."
To cool my heated body and mind, I stepped out of the room. Even after setting the study date for next Sunday, we'd stayed tangled up for a while longer. The feel of her breast—too much for one hand—was still vivid. The sensation of her hips grinding lewdly lingered.
'At this rate, I won't last till next week... I'll end up pouncing.'
I'll at least wash my face in the bathroom. If not, use one of the Min Deulle videos saved on my phone to relieve myself. That's what I was thinking as I left the room.
"Why the heavy sigh?"
A voice from the kitchen startled me—I flinched. It was from the dining table where we'd all eaten earlier. Ari. She was glaring at her laptop, then turned her gaze to me.
I reflexively twisted my body, hiding my crotch with the math textbook I'd grabbed as cover.
"Why so jumpy? You look like you did something wrong."
"Thought no one was around... Just heading to the bathroom."
"Then sit here for a sec."
"But the bathroom..."
"Unnie's in there washing up. Can't use it anyway. Or you wanna use the one in the master bedroom?"
"......"
Mom's probably in the master. Better play along with Ari for now.
"Not doing it in your room... working out here?"
"Why? Is there a rule against it?"
"No... just curious."
Luckily, Min Ari didn't keep staring. She started typing—probably writing her novel—eyes back on the screen.
I set the textbook on the table and sat right across from her.
"Studying... going well?"
"Yeah... Deulle's trying so hard."
A twinge of guilt squirmed in my chest. We barely studied. Just a bit at the start. And right now, my right pants pocket held the condom from Min Deulle. My left had the remote for the dildo from Jangmi-unnie. Facing Ari like this...
"Right... but no need to overdo it. Like I said earlier, moderate's fine."
"Huh?"
"I know—you didn't wanna embarrass her in front of family. We've known each other years, right?"
"......"
"It's okay. Just us now. Be honest."
Ari looked at me over her laptop. Her expression... anxious, somehow. Full of unease.
"You couldn't possibly have feelings for Deulle, right? Right?"
"......"
"Yeah. Knew it."
I slipped a hand into my pocket, fiddling with the condom.
"Got it. I'll pretend not to notice. Was gonna help her get over it quick for her sake..."
"......"
"But thinking about it, your way might be better. She's not really into you anyway. Kids that age mistake crushes all the time. 'This is true love. Can't live without them.' It's not."
Weird. I'd been burning up, desperate for release—and now, shockingly, the fire was out.
"Ari. You really think that?"
"......"
"You really believe that?"
"Then... what else could it be?"
Irritation surged. Ari, judging and concluding on her own terms—annoying. But even more, my lingering desire to look good to her. That pissed me off most.
"I don't know either."
"...What?"
"No clue. If it's affection, pity, lust, or admiration."
Had I fallen for Min Deulle's charms? Pitied her for our similar situations? Just using her for a good time? Or envied her sparkle, the things I lacked?
"But one thing's clear."
"......"
"I don't feel nothing for Min Deulle. That's not it."