Secretly with Deulle in Her Room (1)
"Kuht...!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt!!! Splurt, spluuuurt!!! Spluuuurt!!!
He came hard, shooting thick ropes into the condom with a refreshing release, and opened his eyes. That sensation of being pushed from dream to reality... it was several times more thrilling and euphoric than jerking off alone. He emptied his load into the rubber.
"Nothing beats creampieing a pussy, huh..."
He sat up and peeled off the condom. It hung heavy, bloated with cum from multiple blasts.
"Whoa... the sensation's still lingering."
There was nothing there now. Cock fully freed from the condom. But the afterglow persisted—the phantom squeeze of a pussy clamping down from all sides.
Savoring the post-nut bliss, he grabbed his phone to check the Dream Manipulation App.
"Ah, can't access the shop if manipulated dreams are still pending, huh."
He'd set up two dreams this time. One with Jangmi noona, the other with Min Deulle. One was left undreamt.
It was past midnight already. He'd hoped to peek at the freshly reset shop, but it wouldn't open. The app screen displayed a message:
Manipulated dreams remain. You can check the shop window after dreaming all manipulated dreams.
"Guess no choice. Might as well sleep again and knock it out..."
He set the phone down, wiped his dick clean. Towel prepped in advance made it easy. Then he replayed the dream.
Min Ari had appeared in it. But he hadn't inserted her. She'd been baked into the dream from purchase.
'Ari knocks on the bathroom door and talks to Jangmi noona.' That was the setup. Of course, he couldn't tweak it to fuck Ari. Tried rewriting the sentence multiple times—got "impossible" every time. Even 'Door swings wide open, showing me fucking Jangmi noona' was a no-go.
All he could add was something surreal: 'Ari melts into the background like a mirage.'
"Gotta spend coins to feature her if I wanna fuck her, I bet."
New condom on, he lay back down. Off to meet Deulle this time. Once he railed her too, that'd be three Drim Coins total. At two a day, fifteen days to buy Ari. Faster if discounts hit.
"Still, after pining for ten years... can't give up on her."
Affection for Ari had cooled, but the burning urge to bury himself in her hadn't faded. She'd taste amazing, no doubt. Love her, fuck her lovingly. Hate her guts? Ram it in rough. All flavors on the menu.
"Even cold pizza or chicken tastes good... Ari's gotta be delicious too. Gonna stack coins and fuck her for sure."
Eyes shut, he reined in his mind. Time to focus—not on Jangmi noona or Ari, but Deulle.
...
"C-can you explain it one more time? I just... can't wrap my head around it..."
Eyes open, he was beside Deulle in her room. Middle school math textbook splayed before them, apple plate from Jangmi noona on the desk corner.
This dream picks up right from this afternoon, too.
After her sweet paizuri handjob, when they'd tried resuming study. Back to that exact moment.
"Hmm... nah, not gonna work."
"Huh?"
"Can't study when only I've gotten relief. My turn to return the favor."
"N-no, it's fine. Really, you don't have to..."
Deulle politely declining, just like this afternoon. But this time, he didn't back down.
"O-oppa?"
Like Deulle had done today, he slipped under the desk. Luckily spacious enough—crouch low, and it fit.
"It's cool. Leave it to oppa. Lift your hips a bit?"
"..."
Just like Deulle had. She'd mustered courage, crawled under, begged to free his cock. Now roles reversed—he courted her boldly from below.
"R-really... it's f-fine."
"Wanna do it. I'll suck you off too."
"..."
"What? Don't want oppa to?"
She shook her head. Grip on dolphin pants loosened; they slid down with panties, smooth as silk. He tugged slow on purpose. Her lower belly bared, then the smooth, hairless mound.
"Whoa. Were you dying for this?"
"..."
"Held out this long, huh?"
Legs pressed, hands clenched to raise her ass a touch. Made her sopping slit peek between thighs like it was trapped. String of juice stretched from pussy to panties, snapping lewdly.
"Spread your legs?"
"Y-yeah..."
Pants and panties tossed aside. He watched. Shyly, she parted thighs bit by bit. Pussy naturally shifted forward—perfect angle for devouring.
Schlurp—sluuuurp—
"Ah...! ♥"
Lips to knee first. Inched toward pussy, glancing up now and then. Had Deulle realized this was a dream? Lust and excitement bloomed on her face.
Peach scent... tastes like faint peach too.
Peachier the closer. Lapping thigh nectar—sweet peach on his tongue tip. His deliberate tweak, of course. Fantastical touch to bend reality without breaking it. Keep it a blissful dream memory.
This'll last thirty minutes, hour, easy.
Tongue out long, dragged up her slit.
"Haa... ♥ O-oppa..."
She gripped armrests, hips bucking. He clamped her thighs, savored. Even spread wide, her pussy stayed snug. Tongue upright to split the seam—barely parted lips. Plump folds hid clit till pried.
Deulle's still a virgin, after all.
Could've claimed her first today. But he'd floated studying at his place next week—pushed deflowering back.
Giving her first in her room, family clueless? Mood-killer, even for me.
Tongue tip found the hole, eased in careful.
"Hnght...! ♥"
Tight squeezes milked sweet nectar. He held it spread awhile, then sluuuurp!—sucked hard, lewd echo ringing.
...
Slurrrrrp—!!
"N-nooo...! ♥"
Oppa slurped her pussy rough, then gentle laps over the whole, smooching her clit. This... even if it happens over and over... feels so good...'
Did I secretly crave this? Is that why I'm dreaming it?
But for real... h-how could I ever ask...'
Eyes met his. Thighs pinned wide, he gazed up, kissing clit like asking, Feels good? Overwhelmed, pussy gushed.
"Good thing. You're loving it."
"Y-yeah... s-so good..."
"Cum whenever. As much as you want. Oppa'll drink it all. Like you did for me."
Echoing her words from today. His licks and sucks so tender, like melting candy slow... tormenting her leisurely, letting her bask.
"Oh, right, Deulle-ya."
"Y-yeah?"
"Gimme your hand?"
She tilted head, offered one.
"Nah, both."
Hands forward. He spread his, clasped hers. Fingers laced, palms kissed.
"Like this. I'll keep going."
"..."
Gripping tight, back to pussy. Hands interlocked like lovers, receiving service.
W-what... this is too romantic...! ♥
Hide the joy, the flutter—but pussy twitched, weeping betrayal. Tears of bliss and pleasure. Oppa pursed lips, slurping greedily like she'd gulped his cum earlier...