Cafe Yano Play (4): Fellatio
Now it made sense. "So you've been a trainee since middle school?"
"Since second year... I guess you could say I got scouted. I should've just studied quietly back then..."
Min Deulle muttered that and parted her lips, taking the glans into her mouth. The sensation of her soft lips and tongue against my cock was insanely good. She gripped it awkwardly with both hands, stroking up and down as she dove into a proper blowjob.
So the stress... made her have those lewd dreams?
She'd given up on showbiz and come home. No matter how hard she'd chased her dream, she'd fallen behind in school. Even if she'd dreamed up a new goal, she couldn't have boosted her grades enough in that short time to get into a decent college. Min Ari said Min Deulle just lounged around the house. Maybe she'd subconsciously concluded that no amount of effort now could catch up to normal people and let her live an ordinary life. Stress like that wouldn't just melt away from rolling around at home and watching internet streams. If it manifested in dreams, it made sense she'd create something like a room you can't leave without doing it.
I want to ask more... but the mood's not right.
Min Deulle was already lost in playing with my cock. She stuck out her tongue to lick it, pressed it against her cheek, slowly licked up the shaft like she'd seen somewhere, then leaned in further to suck on my balls while looking up at me.
"You're good at this, my sweet Min Deulle."
"D-don't get the wrong idea. I'm just sucking this so the photos don't leak. It's not because I want to."
"Oh yeah? I was gonna ask you to do it every day behind Ari's back, but if that's the case..."
"You're crazy? Of course not!"
I stroked her cheek a few times. The texture brushing my hand was incredibly soft—nothing like a man's rough skin.
"What a shame. You would've looked so pretty dancing and singing on stage."
"..."
Min Deulle flinched for a moment, then gripped my cock hard and clicked her tongue. "If that were the case, would I be here doing this? I'd never have a reason to put something this ugly in my mouth for the rest of my life."
"So you've completely given up on being an idol or singer?"
"Why? If I make it big... you'd brag that the girl sucking your dick is me?"
She never backed down, always sharp-tongued. But glaring at me with my throbbing cock between us was pointless.
"I was planning to watch your videos later and get another one out of you."
"Pervert... This is a one-time thing. Never again."
She stopped talking and opened her mouth again. I leaned forward a bit, pulling up her hoodie before she could swallow the glans.
"W-wait! What are you doing?"
"Since we're doing it, take it off."
"What if someone sees?!"
"You're worried about that while doing yano in a cafe?"
"Eek...!"
I half-forced her top off, and she covered her breasts with her hands, leaning back a little.
"No need to hide. It's fine. Your perky nipples are super cute too."
"D-don't give me weird compliments! Now I totally get why my sister never dated you."
That was a misunderstanding. I'd roughly fucked Min Ari in my fantasies countless times, but she'd never actually shown me anything like this.
"Put it between your tits and just suck the tip. No rush. I want you to take your time."
"..."
She hesitated, then obediently moved her hands, cupping her breasts from below. She knew this was a dream, even if she didn't know I was sharing it. So maybe she was just going along lightly, thinking why not try it once.
"L-like this?"
She placed her huge tits on my thighs and squeezed them together around my cock. I thrust my hips forward to nestle it perfectly between them.
"Idol trainee tits... fucking soft as hell."
"Ugh...! Tr-trash."
She cursed me but didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped my cock snugly in her breasts and carefully took the tip in her mouth.
Haa... wonder if Ari's tits feel the same?
I repeated the words I couldn't say aloud in my head as I stroked her hair. Honestly, I was tempted to grab her head and force it down, throat-fuck her like in those hard AVs until she gagged and slurped, then lift one leg to pin her head against my crotch while I came. Someday.
But getting us both satisfied is way better than just me getting off.
What happened in dreams affected reality. It lingered as memory, as sensation, changing her behavior.
Wonder what reaction she'll have tomorrow... kinda looking forward to it.
I knew I shouldn't think like that. In a time when her life goals were fuzzy, escaping reality day by day, clashing big and small with her family—my best friend's little sister. Wedging into the gaps in her body and mind to watch the changes... guh!
That's when Min Deulle spat out the glans and started coughing, cough cough. My cock stayed wedged between her tits even then.
"Wh-what's so big about it? In videos, they... swallow it all..."
"Told you not to push it."
"Doesn't it have to be intense... to feel good?"
"It's plenty intense already."
"..."
She opened her mouth again and took the tip. I savored my favorite girl's little sister blowing me for a good long while, slowly building toward release.
....
This is more fun than I thought.
The vividness was impossible for a dream—I could play with my cock endlessly without getting bored. She lazily swirled her tongue, licking every inch like ice cream. My pounding heart had calmed, and our sporadic chat had stopped.
It's gotten so hard... and that clear stuff keeps leaking...
Oppa was struggling to hold back too, tensing his thighs and breathing deeply. Like he wanted to delay cumming even a few more minutes or seconds. To enjoy my blowjob longer.
His fidgeting is kinda cute...
So I opened wide again, laid my cock on my tongue, steadied my breath, relaxed my throat, and pushed my head down. Like in porn, I figured I'd deepthroat it properly once.
Ugh—
The glans and shaft were too thick—my jaw ached. The forced stretch in my throat was one thing, but it tickled deep inside, making me feel like I'd puke.
Too much. Can't he tweak this since it's a dream? It's too realistic!
"Gonna cum."
I tried to pull back, but Oppa squeezed my tits from both sides, pressing his hands over mine for leverage.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!!
It burst midway down. Not deep enough to swallow fully, not out enough to spit— a massive load flooded in.
No! I have to... drink it all!
I snapped to and gulped frantically, but it was too much. I choked hard, coughing and spewing it out.
"Spitting it right away? Guess you never planned to win from the start."
"Ugh..."
I coughed nonstop, gasping for air. But the glans had slipped free and was powerfully shooting cum across my face and chin. Hot liquid dripped down, pooling in my cleavage.
"What're you doing? Drink what's left properly. It'll be a pain to clean later."
"..."
His near-command made me open wide in a panic. I sucked like a straw, swallowing the pooling semen.
Tastes... awful! Can't it at least be flavorless...?
Not strawberry or chocolate, but anything but this. I've never even tasted cum before... how's it so bitter and sticky? It clings, like something's stuck in my throat.
Is real cum like this too?
How much did I swallow? Finally, no more came.
"Stay like that a sec. The afterglow post-cum... feels amazing."
I nodded with the glans in my mouth. The spent cock softened bit by bit between my tits and on my tongue, job done.
....
"N-now it's good, right? I couldn't swallow it all, but..."
Min Deulle swallowed dryly, like something was stuck in her throat, and continued. "I drank a ton."
"Back off a bit and spread your tits first?"
"Y-yes?"
I slipped my cock from between them; the half-flaccid thing drooped downward. Min Deulle still held her tits together, cradling the cum pooled in her cleavage.
"I wanna watch it drip down."
"Eek... P-pervert?"
"Yeah, rub your tits so it sticks better to your skin."
"Th-then you'll delete the photos?"
"Nah? The deal was swallow every drop without spilling. Can't delete 'em. Who spat it out the second I started cumming?"
"Knew it... You're trash, Oppa."
She cursed me but slowly moved. Her massive tits parted, and my thick cum oozed lazily down her clean cleavage, staining her sticky, trailing over her belly to her navel and dripping to the floor.
"Stay still."
I grabbed my phone and snapped the scene.
Click!
Min Deulle flinched and trembled but didn't move much.
Does this photo vanish when she wakes? Kinda disappointing.
Our eyes met through the screen. Luckily, she looked fully switched on too.