Deluded Min Deulle (1)
Oppa's lips were soft. In the darkness of the apartment's emergency stairwell, I kept the kiss going, cupping his face with both hands.
I could feel my heartbeat quickening more than usual. But since I'd done far naughtier things with Oppa in dreams before, this didn't excite me enough to lose my mind. If anything, it gave me the leisure to savor the moment calmly.
Oppa tilted his head slightly, accepting my kiss. Eyes closed, he moved his lips gently in response to mine. It was different from the kiss my sister had given him earlier. She had grabbed his face and forced their lips together. She didn't give him a chance to react, just pressed hers against his one-sidedly.
Yeah. We're different now. We were fully aware of each other. He knew I was coming closer but didn't pull away, accepting my lips. That was what mattered.
...No need to be jealous. I scolded myself. My sister couldn't even give him a quick peck without excuses like pretending to be drunk or making it seem like a mistake. That's the only way she could barely manage to kiss him.
I'm different. I approached boldly, and he accepted me just as boldly.
More... I didn't want to pull my lips away. No, lips alone weren't enough. I wanted to grab Oppa's hand and place it on my breast. I wanted to feel that sensation from the dream in reality too.
If we did something naughtier here... it would feel amazing. The apartment emergency stairwell, visible to both the elevator and our front door. Connecting with Oppa here would surely make my heart explode with excitement.
But then the dream might end... Flashes of all my previous dreams raced through my mind. The first one ended with Oppa cumming inside me. The second was the same. The third, the fourth too. Naughty acts always led to the dream's end.
Going further here might end the dream. And when the dream ended, I'd return to the hospital bed. The pain rising from my left leg. The cold IV line. Lying there staring at the ceiling—that reality.
I don't want that... The moment that thought hit, my body stiffened. The desire to do more naughty things clashed with the wish to stay in this dream. Caught between two opposing emotions pulling in different directions, I didn't know what to do.
Chup— I slowly parted my lips. Oppa's face was right in front of me. Even in the dark, his clear eyes looked down at me.
"..."
I couldn't say a word. Neither could Oppa. We just stared at each other's faces.
Then it happened. The world suddenly blurred. Oppa's face distorted like watercolor smeared in water.
"Huh?"
The ground vanished beneath my feet. My body floated up. I reached out to grab Oppa, but only air slipped through my fingers.
Is the dream ending? Why? We haven't done anything yet!
I clutched at his clothes desperately, but it was futile. The texture of his shirt in my hand, the stairwell lights flickering back on—everything faded far away into the distance.
...
"..."
I opened my eyes. A familiar ceiling came into view. It was my room's ceiling. I stared up at it blankly. It wasn't the hospital ceiling. No white fluorescent lights, no curtain rails, no IV stand. Just my room. The familiar ceiling I saw every night before falling asleep.
"What... I didn't wake up from the dream? Why am I in my room...?"
I slowly sat up. The blanket slid softly over my body. I looked down at my left leg. I moved it. No pain. I rotated my ankle. It was fine.
"... "
I definitely had the accident. At the crosswalk, I bruised my leg dodging a suddenly speeding car. I collapsed on the cold asphalt, gritting my teeth against the pain from my left leg. I picked up my phone, hesitated over who to call, and finally contacted Jangmi unnie. The ambulance ride, painkillers, tests... They said I might need surgery. I remembered it all vividly.
"What the hell is going on?"
I got out of bed. My bare feet touched the floor. Cold and solid. I put my weight on it. No pain at all. I pinched my cheek. It hurt.
"...Is this reality? Or a dream?"
I muttered, lost in thought. The dreams I'd been having lately were so realistic. Pinching my cheek in them hurt too, and Oppa's body heat, breath, the feel of his fingertips—all felt real. This alone wasn't enough to tell them apart.
I looked around the room. Laptop on the desk, posters on the wall, dolls on the wardrobe. Everything was just as always. Too real. But all my previous dreams had felt real too. Oppa's body heat, breath, fingertips—everything seemed genuine.
Bzzz— Suddenly, my phone vibrated. It was on the bed. The screen showed Oppa. With trembling hands, I answered.
"H-Hello...?"
"Deulle-ya."
Oppa's voice came through, a bit lower and cautious than usual.
"Did you get home safe? Your body... is it okay?"
"My body...?"
I echoed back. A brief silence followed. I could sense his hesitation.
"I shouldn't have suggested going together... The drive wasn't even proper, and you must be tired."
"Ah, no. I'm fine."
"That's a relief..."
His voice softened noticeably.
"Then get some rest. You must be exhausted."
"W-Wait, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My mind went blank. What should I say? Ask if this is a dream? If he's the real Oppa?
"...Deulle-ya?"
"... "
It took a while, but I finally managed one sentence.
"Good night. That's... what I wanted to say."
"Ah, thanks. You too. See you tomorrow."
The call ended.
"... "
I stared at the phone. The call ended screen was up. That's when I noticed the time. Not as late as I thought.
"Someone might be outside the room."
I stepped out anyway. The kitchen light was on. As I approached, Mom flinched and looked at me.
"Oh my. Were you still sleeping?"
Mom in her silk pajamas, sipping water. The kind of nightwear a noble lady might wear—it suited her perfectly.
"Want some water?"
"Mom. How did I get home today?"
"Huh?"
She tilted her head.
"How I got home."
"You came with Ari. Uju-mong supported Ari in, and you opened the door."
"Right... That's how it was."
It matched exactly what happened in the dream I just had. I'm on the same timeline as that dream now. That's why Oppa and Mom are saying this.
"The dream hasn't ended yet."
"Dream? What dream?"
"Nothing. I'm going to bed. Good night."
I left Mom tilting her head and returned to my room.
"Yeah. I don't know when I'll wake up... But this is better than suffering in reality."
Much better than lying in a hospital bed tormented by leg pain, dreaming in this perfect state.
"A dream continuing like this is new. Nothing like this before... Did it skip ahead because I hesitated?"
Sex in the apartment emergency stairwell. Something I'd love to try if the chance came.
"Huh? Wait."
A chilling thought suddenly crossed my mind.
"What if I got hurt worse than I thought? That's why I can't wake up and the dream keeps going?"
Maybe for some reason, I haven't woken up?
"Nah... I didn't even hit my head. What nonsense."
I shook my head, recalling the accident. The car just grazed my leg. I rolled a bit on the ground and blacked out briefly. No way my head was seriously injured.
"Whatever. No more useless thoughts."
I closed the door behind me.
"Right now, enjoying this moment is what matters. Yeah. A photo. I'll send Oppa a photo."
Thinking back, I hadn't sent today's yet. We agreed daily, but with everything today, I forgot.
I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my phone, and opened the camera. Switched to selfie mode, adjusted the angle this way and that.
"... "
Then it hit me.
It's a dream... so maybe send something way naughtier than usual?
It's just a dream. Not reality, so being a bit bold should be fine. Even in a dream, others' reactions feel real, so I could preview how Oppa would react to a really naughty photo.
"Like making a heart with my hands on my breasts? Or... maybe shoot lower this time?"
With a pounding heart, I slipped off my pajamas. The lingering aftertaste of our kiss with Oppa and the regret of not going further in the stairwell heated my body quickly.
"Spreading with fingers does look too slutty..."
Pink slit glistening between spread fingers, puckering eagerly as I thought of Oppa—it was something hard to even describe.
Better to focus on my breasts, just hinting that I'm not wearing anything below.
"N-No. Since it's a dream, shouldn't I send something I'd never dare in reality?"
I kept snapping photos. Took a bunch, swiped through to compare. But couldn't pick just one.
"Yeah. Send them all. That's for sure."
Even in a dream, I wanted Oppa thinking of me over unnie. This would make him forget that kiss with her in no time.
"Alright. Send."