Deulle's Delusion (2)
"You're back safe?"
The familiar ceiling came into view. It was the ceiling of my room.
"……."
I touched my lips with my hand and sat up. Sitting on the bed, I blankly sorted through my thoughts.
I could've sworn I fell asleep in Min Deulle's room.... The faint lingering scent of her, the cold, cooled sheets. All of it was gone, and I'd woken up in my own bed.
"Did the past get properly altered? I've never used it this way before.... No clue if it worked right."
For now, the dream manipulation had wrapped up just as planned. I'd gone with Deulle to pick up Min Ari, and we'd crafted a pretty convincing nightmare.
"Kissing in the apartment emergency stairs and waking from the dream. It lined up perfectly to the end."
I had no idea how it was possible. Until now, there'd only been one way to wake from a dream. Ejaculating inside a woman's pussy. Shoving my fully erect cock all the way in and blissfully spurting out cum—that's how I'd always woken up.
To be precise, I'd never woken from a dream any other way besides creampieing.
"Was it because I set it as a nightmare instead of something erotic? Or maybe expensive dreams have some hidden flexibility?"
I pulled out my phone and checked the Dream Manipulation App. Still no dreams available to manipulate. The shop hadn't reset yet since midnight hadn't passed. I poked around, hunting for extra explanations, but as always, the damn thing offered zilch.
"Whatever.... As long as the past got fixed, that's what matters, right?"
Yeah. Right now, the most important thing was Deulle. I closed the app and called her.
Late as it was, I wanted to check on her right away. The line rang once, twice.
"H-Hello...?"
Deulle's voice came through the phone. It trembled a bit more than usual, tense and on edge.
"Deulle-ya."
"……."
"You get home okay? Your body's.... alright?"
Assuming the past had been altered and reality shifted with it, I'd play along. If something was off, her reaction would tip me off.
"My body...?"
"I shouldn't have suggested going together.... You couldn't even drive properly, must be exhausted."
Even as I said it, my grip tightened on the phone. Please don't say something like, 'What are you talking about? I'm in the hospital right now.'
"Ah, no. I'm fine."
Those words drained the tension from my whole body. Part of me wanted to bombard her with, 'You sure you're really okay? Your legs? You're not at the hospital, right? You're home?' But I held back. If the past was fixed right, those questions would sound totally weird.
"Good.... Get some rest then, you're probably wiped."
"W-Wait a sec, oppa."
"Yeah?"
A brief silence fell. Seemed like Deulle was hesitating over something. No way for me to know what.
"……Deulle-ya?"
It took a while, but her voice returned.
"Goodnight. That's.... what I wanted to say."
"Ah, thanks. You too. See you tomorrow."
I hung up and stared at the phone. The call ended screen glowed back at me.
"It actually worked."
Deulle was safe. No accident. If she were laid up in a hospital, she wouldn't have picked up—or she'd have said it wasn't my fault, so don't worry.
Then my thoughts drifted back to that accident. I'd gone with Deulle to get Ari. So what happened to it?
Did the accident never happen at all? Or did it, but without Deulle?)
I opened a search on my phone and typed in sudden acceleration accident.
"……."
No articles from today. Nothing near our neighborhood either. Zero hits.
"Did it just not happen? Or not enough time for news yet?"
Of course, no accident at all was ideal. I'd be free of the guilt of saving only Deulle and ignoring the rest.
"But if that's the case—if skipping just Deulle erased the whole accident.... Doesn't that mean the Dream Manipulation App deliberately caused it?"
In the most sinister take, yeah. The app intentionally hurt Deulle, then sold me the power to change that reality—for a price.
"……Nah, overthinking it."
Bzzzzt—
My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from Deulle. Actually, a barrage of photos hit first.
"This is...."
A parade of flesh tones scrolled by. The first was a close-up of her face and tits. Deulle had both hands up over her right breast, forming a heart. Right in the center? That pretty pink nipple, stiff and perky.
The second was bolder. She lifted one breast, licking her own nipple. Her eyes gazing at the camera oozed raw seduction.
The third was a full-body shot from above. Stark naked, not a stitch on. Thighs squeezed tight hid her slit, but it was plenty lewd anyway.
And the last, fourth one. Legs spread wide, one hand prying her pussy wide open—it crossed every line. Lying on the bed, hips lifted, face, tits, and crotch all in one frame.
"What the...? Isn't the heat level spiking way too hard?"
The background screamed her room, not a hospital, so I finally relaxed completely. Legs looked fine too—past fixed proper.
"Weird though. In the dream she was all bold, but reality's not there yet."
Not that I minded. Couldn't manipulate dreams anymore anyway, so bedtime. Nice midnight snack courtesy of her? Hell yeah.
I stared at the attached line, pondering a reply.
"Come to think of it.... What's Deulle's headspace right now?"
Normally, manipulated dream contents get shared with the target. Me and her, the two of us remembering every vivid detail.
Spend coins to add characters, and they remember too—but not this time. Just me and Deulle.
But this altered the past. Dream became reality, so everyone around should remember and act on it. Mom, Min Jangmi-unnie, Ari, Deulle.... All accepting 'Uju-mong took drunk Ari home with Deulle' as fact. That's how you know the past changed.
So does Deulle remember the accident and picking up Ari with me? Or did the dream overwrite all her memories?
"Ugh, complicated.... Can't just straight-up ask."
I stopped overthinking and scrolled the pics again. That last one? Killer. A body with zero real dick experience, but screaming for it. Crystal-clear quality—zoom in, sharper than real life.
I ogled a good while, then tapped out a reply.
Of course, I saved 'em first. Gallery and cloud, tucked safe.
Deulle messaged back quick.
A few seconds' hesitation. I shoved it aside and typed.
"He doesn't hate it. See? I've got better odds than unnie. No need to get jealous."
I'd read that reply a dozen times last night. Now I glanced at unnie walking ahead of me.
Waking from sleep in a dream.... Kinda meta-weird, right?
Heading out the apartment complex toward the cafe. Stopping at the crosswalk brought back that accident.
"Pretty sure the car smashed somewhere around here...."
When I came to after blacking out, yeah—a car wrecked into this wall. But no trace now. Everything normal as ever.
"Told ya it's a dream."
"Hey, you okay? Stop spacing out and gawking."
Unnie grumbled, irritation thick in her voice. What makes her act so high and mighty?
"What? Miss Deep-Kiss-With-Another-Guy-While-Your-BF-Waits-At-Home."
"……."
"Next time I see your boyfriend, I'll spill everything. Drunk, hugging my oppa, tongues all tangled—total mess."
"……Never happened. Don't lie."
"Yeah, you'd forget."
I snorted and stepped forward. Light turned green.
Good. Time to get bolder with oppa today. Hanging in this dream too long's a drag—hook up tonight or tomorrow would be perfect....
Heading to the cafe, plotting. Tuesday today. Sunday's the sleepover at his place. Six days off.
Can't skip ahead like yesterday? Straight to six days later, banging at his house.
Dreams never flow my way. Same as always.
Today, get freaky bold at the cafe. Give him that fellatio I skipped IRL. If I can, take it inside a bit.
No creampie, no waking up. That's the rule so far.
I gripped the condom box in my pocket tight.
Dream or real, nothing beats heading to oppa—heart pounding like crazy!