Secretly at the Cafe (1)
The next morning. As usual, Ari and Deulle stopped by the cafe.
"Iced Americano."
"I'll have something warm and sweet, please!"
A somewhat curt Min Ari and a brightly smiling Min Deulle placing their orders. Instead of heading straight to their seats, the two lingered at the counter for a while.
"Unnie, what are you doing? Aren't you going in?"
"I wanted to watch you make coffee for once. Why? Got a problem?"
"Ohhh... I thought you were sticking around because you were curious what Oppa and I might talk about."
"That's self-importance. Why don't you stop with the pointless rivalry and focus on studying?"
"Rivalry? Sounds like you're saying you're after Oppa too. What about your boyfriend?"
Ari crossed her arms and let out a deep sigh at that.
"Brush up on your Korean again."
"I am."
After that, the two kept bickering back and forth. Until I finished making their drinks and handed them over.
We gathered at what could now be called their designated spot in the corner of the cafe. There, we each focused on our own tasks. Ari opened her laptop and got to work, while Deulle and I sat side by side studying.
She's gotten even bolder with the skinship.
Of course, it wasn't just studying. Deulle was even more proactive now, clinging to me. Playfully touching my arm, poking the back of my hand, tickling me. Pressing her breasts and thighs right up against me—and sometimes, instead of the book, she'd stare straight into my face.
"Deulle-ya. You listening?"
"Yeah. I am."
That's when her hand started slyly slipping between my legs.
"Could you... explain it just one more time?"
"......"
Her voice took on a subtly sultry tone. Just like in yesterday's dream, Deulle carefully stroked my cock.
I nodded and glanced at Ari. Strangely, Ari showed no reaction. She just kept her fingers flying across the keyboard, typing away.
It's... totally different from the dream. Makes me even more paranoid.
The dream's contents naturally flashed through my mind. After using the last condom, Deulle immediately took my cock in her mouth. Even when Ari called out from outside the door, she didn't care at all and gave me a thorough cleaning blowjob. Then she shoved my massively swollen cock straight back inside her. No condom left, so raw.
I wonder if Deulle's feeling something similar right now?
In the dream, Deulle hadn't hidden her moans. She'd whimpered in pleasure loud enough for anyone to hear. Shaking her hips and waist hard to milk out my cum. Thanks to that, I was able to pump another load deep inside her at the end.
"Mm... I get it now."
Suddenly, Deulle nodded and picked up her pen. Pretending to solve the problem, she started scribbling something.
[Shall I do it with my mouth?]
[It must be uncomfortable all swollen like this...]
I stealthily snatched the pen back and wrote another line below what Deulle had scribbled.
[It wouldn't have gotten this big if you hadn't been touching it.]
[Then I guess I have to take responsibility!]
Deulle grabbed the pen again. We kept passing it back and forth like that, carrying on our secret conversation right under Ari's nose.
[If we both disappear, what'll Ari think?]
[She's so focused on writing, she wouldn't even notice.]
[No way. If a customer comes, it'll be even more trouble.]
[Too bad. If Unnie weren't here, I could slip under the table right now!]
"Hoo... Alright, let's do the next problem."
I steadied my mind and tapped the book. Honestly, it was tempting. But there wasn't really a good spot for that kind of thing. If I had to pick, maybe the small storage room connected to the counter or the bathroom...
The storage room's too risky, and I hate the bathroom.
Can't do it in reality, but I can enjoy it freely in dreams. With that thought, I pushed Deulle away a bit.
Touching her thighs should be fine, though, right?
While Deulle pouted slightly and worked on the problem, I slid my hand down and stroked her bare skin.
"Mm... ♥ Th-the problem's tough."
"It's just long overall. Actually, when you get a box this big, the difficulty drops."
If I kept moving my arm, Ari might notice, so I held it still. Instead, I wiggled my fingers, savoring the firm, plump flesh of her thigh.
She wore a skirt on purpose... hiked up so high her panties are almost showing...
This was basically begging to be touched.
Is this what youth feels like?
Her skin was unbelievably soft. The inner thigh flesh rubbing against my fingers was perfectly springy.
It's only Monday...
Six whole days until our promised Sunday.
......
Lunchtime. We moved to the outdoor seating right in front of the cafe.
"You sure this is okay? Better to go home and eat. Saves money too."
Deulle shook her head at my words.
"Eating alone's lonely. Mom packed lunch money, so it's fine."
"Then order something more filling... Salad okay?"
What was set in front of Deulle was a chicken breast salad. Eggs inside, plenty of chicken, a generous portion that looked hearty—but still, salad was salad.
"I feel like I've gained weight lately... Trying to manage it."
"Where? You're plenty slim already."
"Really?"
Was she planning some intense dieting before Sunday? To look even better for me? As that thought crossed my mind, Ari—sitting across from me—plunged her spoon into her porridge and muttered.
"Women don't show weight gain easily at first. Especially when you're hiding it under a hoodie like Deulle."
"Shut up. I'm still slimmer than you."
"You're shorter, so you weigh less."
"Who said anything about weight? Don't you need to relearn Korean?"
"Yeah. You do."
Ari blew on her porridge and took small bites.
"Ari-ya. Why porridge? You sick?"
"Just... stomach's off. Not feeling great. Big problem... Got a drinking thing tonight."
"Drinking?"
Ari didn't like alcohol much. As a freelance writer, she rarely had to drink.
"Oh, with your boyfriend?"
Deulle voiced exactly what I wanted to ask.
"He doesn't drink. It's with fellow writers tonight."
"Huh? You don't have friends, Unnie."
"Fellow writers, not friends. Hearing okay?"
"......"
Deulle was momentarily speechless, then turned to me.
"Oppa. I wanna try drinking too... Would you drink with me?"
"Drinking? Uh... Sure, why not."
"What are you saying? Obviously not."
Ari furrowed her brow and continued.
"A repeater drinking? Wait till college. You'll get plenty as a freshman."
"I don't wanna drink with anyone but Oppa."
"......"
"Ah! How about this weekend? We're going to your place on Sunday, right? Sunday? Nah, Saturday instead?"
"Hold on."
Ari's voice grew even colder.
"What're you talking about? Why are you going to Uju-mong's on Sunday?"
"Uh... Does Unnie need to know? You should focus on your trip with your boyfriend."
"......"
"Trip on Saturday, church on Sunday. Like how you're spending a full weekend with him. I'm just planning a packed time with Oppa too."
It'd be packed, alright. Especially for Deulle.
"Hey, Uju-mong."
"Yeah? What?"
"......"
I met Ari's gaze head-on. No need to flinch and let her set the mood. Whatever she said or however she reacted, I wasn't changing plans.
The tension dragged on. A customer entering the cafe finally broke it.
"Customer. You two eat."
I stood and headed inside with them.
......
After that, things got weirdly busy. Group delivery orders kept pouring in nonstop—something that almost never happened—so I was stuck making drinks constantly. Luckily, my lunch was sushi, so I could scarf it down quick and clean up.
"Whoa... Monday and this busy?"
I stretched on the counter stool. Just past 6 p.m. Customers were finally thinning out.
Deulle must've noticed how slammed I'd been all day; she didn't ask for study help.
She's young, but she thinks deep sometimes...
Then—ding-a-ling—the cafe door opened. I looked toward it and stopped thinking.
It wasn't just another customer. The problem was the red-haired woman who walked in.
"Hello. Nice Monday, huh, boss."
She crept up to the counter on purpose, speaking softly. Min Jangmi, Ari and Deulle's big sister, smiled prettily from across it.
"Welcome..."
"Mm, one iced Americano and a hot, fresh semen serving."
"......"
"Oh, can I milk out the semen myself? Just lend me the dick."
Still whispering, Jangmi-noona placed the rotor remote on the counter. I was so exhausted and caught off guard that I just stared at it blankly for a while.