Deluded Min Deulle (6)
Min Deulle pulls slightly away from my arms and gazes up at me. Her eyes are still trembling with confusion.
"Oppa. There's a way to check it with me."
A way to check? One method flashes through my mind in that instant.
"What do you mean by a way to check?"
Pretending not to know, I ask back. Min Deulle bites her lip lightly, her expression hesitant about speaking.
"It's okay. Take your time and tell me. I'll listen."
"……."
"I don't know where to start…."
Her gaze drops downward. After a long hesitation, Min Deulle finally opens her mouth.
"Actually, I have dreams a lot. Super realistic ones."
Min Deulle begins recounting the dreams she's had with me so far. Of course, she doesn't explain every detail perfectly. That I appear in them. That somehow the mood turns steamy. That we end up acting like lovers in all sorts of places. The dreams we've shared are basically filthy smut from start to finish, but Min Deulle twists them into something more romantic and sweet.
"And… then at the end, it's always… when Oppa cums inside me… the dream ends."
"……."
"That was the pattern. The way to wake up from the dream."
Min Deulle continues, her face a strange mix of shyness and seriousness.
"So even now… if this is a dream, having sex with Oppa will wake me up."
"……."
"If it's reality like Oppa says, the dream will just keep going."
It matches exactly the method I'd thought of. Creampie sex. Looking back at the patterns so far, no dream has ever continued after a creampie.
Didn't expect her to lay it all out so honestly….
The usual Min Deulle wouldn't even broach a topic like this out of sheer embarrassment. Even if she did, she'd gloss over it or beat around the bush. No way she'd expect me to buy it outright. She'd worry about coming off as some weird girl for bringing up nonsense.
She's still convinced it's a dream.
Confirming dream from reality might just be secondary. Maybe she just wants creampie sex with me right now.
Can't turn this down.
The key point is that this is the most effective method she can think of. Without showing her the app, it's probably the only way to make her realize this is reality.
"Oppa."
Min Deulle looks me straight in the eye.
"Can you help me?"
"Yeah. Let's do it."
"Y-Yes? Really?"
Once I accept so readily, she starts panicking instead.
"Wait, I brought it up, but… you really believe me? Not that it's a lie or anything… but it's not the kind of story anyone could just buy. Ah, is it because it's a dream?"
"I told you, it's not a dream. I just believe you. Truth is, I have those dreams all the time too."
"Huh?"
I subtly avoid Min Deulle's eyes as I speak.
"Those super realistic ones you're talking about. I get them pretty often too."
"Ah…."
Min Deulle tilts her head and continues.
"Who appears in your dreams…?"
"……."
"Sis? Or me?"
She's back to her playful, teasing tone. But I don't give her a proper answer and stand up from my seat.
"Wanna help close up the cafe?"
"Huh? Closing?"
"Can't do it here. Let's head to my place."
"……."
I glance at Min Deulle, and her face blooms like a flower.
"You were coming over Sunday anyway. Just moving it up a bit."
"Wow… creampie sex at Oppa's place in broad daylight…."
"Don't mutter weird shit. Just lock the door. I'll handle the rest."
I pull out my phone and head to the counter. First, I call Ari. But as expected, she doesn't pick up. Just a long ringtone.
"……."
I try a few more times, but same result.
No answer, huh.
I sigh and pocket the phone. Ari worries me too, but Min Deulle comes first right now. If she keeps wandering around convinced this is a dream, bigger problems could arise. I'll try Ari again once I'm home.
"So this is where Oppa lives…."
Min Deulle steps inside and looks around curiously. It's nothing to brag about. I mostly just sleep here and jerk off before bed, so it's not dirty.
"You really make great use of the space."
"Gotta, with just one room."
A slightly spacious one-room apartment. With only Sundays off and most weekdays and Saturdays spent at the cafe, a bigger place would feel like a waste. Thanks to that, it's just a bookshelf, desk, and laptop instead of a TV. The bookshelf has few books—mostly daily essentials filling the shelves. Still, the perks are a partition separating the kitchen and room, a modern black-and-white design, and a surprisingly roomy bathroom.
"Too cramped to run away and live here, so don't even think about it."
"Aw, this is plenty for two people! You start small anyway. Buying a house first by taking on every debt is for idiots."
Min Deulle sits on the bed, smiling prettily. Tension and excitement mix in that smile.
"Feels kinda like I won something."
"Huh?"
"Ari-unnie and Jangmi-unnie both seem into Oppa, so I was a little anxious… But I beat them to lying here."
She presses her arms together, emphasizing her massive tits.
"You… still think this is a dream?"
"Honestly… yeah. I didn't say it properly earlier, but… I got in that car accident and ended up in the hospital."
"……."
"But look. My legs are totally fine."
Min Deulle lifts both legs and shakes them.
"No matter how I think about it, that side feels like reality to me. If this is real, then that was the dream… but that doesn't make sense."
"……."
"I got carted to the hospital and admitted. Fell asleep there and entered the dream. That seems right."
"Deulle-ya."
"Oppa, remember? When we went to pick up unnie together."
I nod.
"Normally, we just go home from there. Oppa picks up unnie alone, and I head home. That's when the accident happens."
"……."
"Ah, not blaming Oppa or anything. My fault. I was looking at my phone while walking and couldn't dodge."
Min Deulle stands and keeps talking.
"This time too, after we have a wild, happy time… I'll wake up from the dream. I'll probably be lying in the hospital."
"What if not? What if we go all the way like you said and nothing happens? What if this reality keeps going?"
"Then… honestly, it'd be kinda scary."
She makes an anxious face and clings to me. The soft give of her tits presses against my chest.
"Does that mean I'm crazy? Like, some mental illness where I can't tell reality from dreams?"
"Just… think of it as a miracle."
"Huh?"
"Your injury got miracled away. Or say you slipped into some parallel world. Easy peasy."
Min Deulle starts giggling softly at my words.
"Thanks. Oppa believes even my ridiculous stories."
"……."
"Even though I might be lying, you don't doubt it at all. You just take everything I say at face value."
Of course I do. It's all my plan and doing.
"That's why I love Oppa."
"……."
"Well, if Oppa’s right. If this isn't a dream but reality. And nothing happens even after we go all the way. Then I'll worry about it then."
"……."
"You'll stay by my side even then, right?"
"Obviously."
I hug her tight and answer. In a way, her confusion stems from my greed—not wanting to reveal the Dream Manipulation App. Guiding her to adjust afterward is definitely on me.
"Ah! Let's shower together."
Min Deulle lifts her head and rubs her upper body against me, her tits squishing into my frame.
"Wash each other, okay?"
"Sure. If that's what you want, we will."
"Yay! Ah, should we record it? Video or pics?"
Here, I shake my head firmly.
"What if it gets found again? Honestly, just bringing you here—if that leaks, I can't face your mom."
"Th-then… should I just say we're dating for real?"
"……."
"We're promised to each other forever. Mom can't say much then."
"……."
It might actually work if she says that. But is it okay? Can we really lie like that?
"If it's too much, forget it. I'll say I sent it by mistake. Oppa told me to delete it. That'll fly. Ari-unnie might yell about lying, though."
"No. Don't lie—tell them everything straight. That's best."
"……."
"I told you. I'm at fault too. We'll take responsibility together. Don't shoulder it all alone when you're younger. Always bending over backward like that—you'll regret it later."
"Is that… from experience?"
I chuckle at that extra line she wouldn't normally add.
"Who knows. Haven't regretted it yet?"
Honestly, I won't know until I've used the app to fuck Ari over and over, then look back on a decade-plus of it. That feeling will be what matters.
"Anyway. Let's wash up. Been clinging to me since morning—I'm beat."
"Tired?"
"Check for yourself."
I scoop her up just like that and slowly head toward the bathroom.