Min Deulle Takes the Lead (1)
"Good. Almost there."
Back in her room alone, she placed a hand on her chest. Her heart pounded louder than usual.
The voice of oppa when she'd knocked on the bathroom door. That hadn't been his normal voice.
It was the kind of voice you'd only hear in a dream.
That single voice was enough to let her piece together the situation. She couldn't see inside the bathroom, but Uju-mong must have been comforting himself alone. Imagining the feel of her breasts against him, or the touch of her lips... Sitting on the toilet rim or the edge of the tub... Pulling out that massive cock of his...
He could've just... asked me right here... I would've done it for him...
She swallowed hard, glancing toward the door she'd left slightly ajar. They'd already spent minutes exchanging saliva and breaths. She'd groped his cock through his pants, and he'd unhooked her bra to fondle her breasts. They'd even made plans to "study" at his place next week. Sure, she'd used the word study, but this wasn't ordinary studying. It was utterly depraved—hands-on practice with a condom, pressing their most intimate parts together, chasing ecstasy side by side.
We made that promise, right? So... wouldn't a little fellatio as pre-study be okay?
She fiddled with her phone, checking for a reply. Disappointingly, nothing.
Maybe this time too... the photo was too slutty?
The memory flashed back—of sending that see-through panty shot and begging forgiveness.
No... it was good. I did well. I exposed my full breasts this time, so next time it'll feel natural to send more boob pics.
Uju-mong was a man, after all. No way he'd hate a girl's tits. Sure, what he really craved were Min Ari's, but he'd gone over ten years without scoring those.
That's right. With my body... I'll conquer oppa with this body.
For now, it was fine to think of herself as a stand-in for her sister. If she couldn't have the one she loved, she'd take the one who loved her. That mindset worked. She wanted to get close, any way she could. If their bodies drew near, their hearts would follow.
There's that saying about body-love turning real. Once we start doing naughty stuff, his heart will swing my way for sure.
Footsteps echoed from beyond the door, drawing closer.
"Ahem. Sorry. Got a bit late, huh?"
"N-no... it's fine."
Uju-mong eased the door shut with care, avoiding her eyes. Pretending to shake her head, Min Deulle sneaked a scan between his legs.
What do I do... he didn't finish properly.
Was it her fault for interrupting midway? Would it have been better to play dumb? What if he couldn't cum properly because he knew she'd caught him?
No. If that's it, even better. I can help him finish right! This is my chance!
Click. Uju-mong subtly sidestepped, locking the door—like he was signaling her, door's locked now.
"Shall we... keep studying?"
...
One step at a time, heart racing, he locked the door and approached where Min Deulle waited. Her face brimmed with anticipation as she stole glances between his legs.
While Min Jangmi had soaped him up and rinsed him off, his sage time had faded. But that mirror-reflected smile of hers, the way her breasts prettily distorted with every motion of her hand inside her clothes. That final tempting whisper: Really gonna cum like this? How about just slipping the tip in?
Blood had rushed straight back to his groin, tenting his pants rock-hard.
This feels even more apologetic than I thought.
By the looks of things, he wasn't a good guy either. His only redeeming points? He hadn't fucked Min Jangmi raw. He hadn't tasted her despite the condom Min Deulle gave him. He'd resisted her invitation to bareback—just the tip—and come back to Min Deulle instead.
That had to count for something.
"Oppa..."
As he sat on the chair beside her, Min Deulle spoke in a trembling voice.
"Th-this... it's like this because of me, right?"
Her hand crept out, stroking his thigh. It soon crossed that boundary, caressing his half-swollen cock.
"If oppa's okay with it... sh-should I... take care of it for you?"
He said nothing, glancing aside. Min Deulle wasn't looking at his face. Her head was bowed, eyes fixed on his crotch. Her ears flushed red, bra still discarded.
"Because I interrupted earlier... you couldn't finish properly... right?"
"Sorry. As the adult here, I should've held back."
He reached out too, stroking her thigh. He ached to grab her tits, but this felt smoother for building the mood.
"Ever since we kissed... I just can't calm down."
"Ah... th-truth is... me too."
Her voice grew smaller, tickling his chest.
"I said I like Ari, but here I am showing you this mess... It's fine. No need to push yourself. I'll endure."
"Wha—?"
"Even groping your tits earlier... I lost control."
"N-no! You don't need to hold back. It's better if you don't. I think no self-control is... way hotter."
Min Deulle jerked her head up, staring at him desperately.
"Tr-truth is, I want to do it. Because I like oppa. I hate seeing you suffer."
He made a half-hearted push to create distance, but she clung harder. She feared their shared moments might dissolve into an "impulsive mistake"—or worse, that he'd backpedal entirely.
"Still, how could I ask that of you? It'd be exploiting your feelings for my sexual—"
"It's fine, oppa. Don't overthink it."
Steel in her resolve, Min Deulle slid under the chair. She dropped to her knees on the floor, nudging his seat back toward the desk for cover.
"Deulle."
He feigned surprise, starting to pull away—but she planted her breasts right on his knees, draping her upper body across the chair to pin him in place.
"No need to feel sorry toward me. I'm doing this because I want to."
"..."
"No self-blame either. I pushed, and you got swept up. That's all."
His heart stung. Now he was undeniably the bad guy—no escape.
"Could you... lift your hips a bit?"
He complied. With surprising skill, Min Deulle tugged his pants down. He gazed down at her face—a intoxicating blend of triumph and arousal.
"Ah...........♥"
His pants and underwear slid down together, his cock springing fully free. Rock-hard and rearing up, it startled her.
"Rea...lly just like that."
He'd been thinking the exact same. The shocked look on her face as she stared at his cock matched the dream perfectly.
"If you keep staring like that... it's kinda embarrassing."
"Ah! Sor—sorry. It's just... bigger than I imagined..."
Gently, she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
"Wow... so warm. So hard... Ah, that soap smell from our house."
She yanked his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, repositioning herself. She wedged her breasts between his legs, leaning in to sniff deeply. Her bra-less, soft tits squished against his balls and thighs. Moments ago, Min Jangmi had been toying with and sucking this cock—now Min Deulle's breath ghosted over it.
"Did you... wash just this spot, thinking something like this might happen?"
"..."
"You said all that, but deep down... you were hoping, huh?"
Her expression softened with relief. Guilt and lust tangled anew in his chest.
Even jumping straight to teasing me... just like the dream.
He made a troubled face, stroking her cheek. Like Min Jangmi had, Min Deulle pursed her lips and planted a kiss on his cockhead. The difference? Hers was far more tentative.
"You seem... pretty familiar with this?"
"Huh?"
"The positioning... the grip... suddenly kissing it..."
"Ah—no! It's not what oppa thinks. This is my first time. For real."
He knew. Her "familiarity" came straight from the dreams.
"No, that's not what I meant. Not blaming you."
"..."
"You're just that good... so even if I cum too fast... you can't complain, got it?"
"..."
"It'll all be because our Deulle's too damn skilled."
Entranced, she nodded. Her lips parted slightly, tongue peeking out first.
Mmm~. Hands gripping the shaft, she took him into her mouth. She suckled the glans, rolling her tongue slow and deliberate, gazing up at him.
"Sorry, Deulle..."
She shook her head—no need for apologies. When he gently cupped her face, she nuzzled into his palm like a cat.