Naked in My Dream Wasn't Enough—Now She's Kissing Me
Unnie bent one leg and planted it up on the bed, spreading it wide in a single direction. The short leather skirt rode up with the motion, exposing her panties even more blatantly.
"Uh… so…"
The situation was so flustering that my mind went blank for a moment.
"Unnie, if I'm wrong I'll apologize a hundred times for real. Are you a pervert by any chance?"
"Pfft! Puhahaha! This is the first time I've ever gotten a question like that, Jaehee."
Far from panicking or getting angry, she clutched her stomach and laughed with her whole heart.
Is this why they say you shouldn't get involved with pink-haired girls?
"Ah, that's too funny. There's no way, Jaehee."
"But you've been showing me everything this whole time. Your chest, and your panties too."
"This is just me showing off my panties. Unnie bought them new yesterday."
She said it so naturally that I almost started thinking flashing your panties at someone you'd just met today was the most normal thing in the world.
She really is impossible to figure out.
"But they suit you well, Unnie."
"Oh my? Answering like that is a fresh one."
"I'm just trying to turn my brain off too. Feels like the right call."
We'd known each other less than two hours, but I already had a pretty good idea how to handle Hajin Unnie.
Keeping my brain switched on while hanging out with her outside of lessons felt like a massive loss for me.
"What's the image of Unnie that Jaehee has in her head?"
"Can I be honest?"
"Yeah, be honest. I'm curious."
In that case, I might as well dump every single thing I'd only been thinking to myself.
"You look like someone who treats clubs like her own living room."
"Ehh…!"
"An exhibitionist who flashes skin in front of people without a second thought."
Every time I spoke, she clutched at her chest like she'd taken an internal hit and hunched her shoulders. Half-despairing, she smiled and hugged both her legs.
"Your panties are showing again."
"I'm still showing them off."
"Unnie, while my brain's already offline—are you going braless?"
"Jaehee, do I really seem like the kind of woman who'd show up to a first meeting without a bra?"
As she kept talking, Unnie slipped her fingers inside her shirt.
I thought she was about to snap a bra strap for proof, but nothing caught on her fingers at all.
"Correct answer."
"You really are a pervert."
"If Unnie wears a bra, her stomach gets bloated and upset even if she hasn't eaten a thing. So I almost never wear one. I just stick on nipple patches and go about my day."
Yeah, I really didn't need to know that much.
"Unnie, in a lot of ways, you seem like a pretty incredible person."
"Mm, I am incredible. Pretty face, smart, great body, lots of money, good education."
"Well… that part's not wrong."
She tossed her hair back and winked, and a luxurious perfume scent brushed past the tip of my nose. Even without knowing much about perfume, I thought it suited Hajin Unnie perfectly.
"Jaehee, if you ever get bored, contact Unnie anytime. I'll play with you."
"Are you playing with me, Unnie, or am I the one playing with you?"
At that question, one of Hajin Unnie's eyebrows twitched. Looks like I'd scratched her properly.
"Our Jaehee really knows how to hit people with facts. That's illegal, you know."
"Teasing Unnie is kind of fun."
"Already teasing Unnie. Aigoo, I've been had. Completely had."
"What am I supposed to do when Unnie's reactions are this entertaining?"
If even a short, dead-on remark made her show such obvious changes, how was I supposed to not tease her?
"Jaehee, want to study with Unnie again tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'd like that. Studying with Unnie is fun."
"Really? From a teacher's perspective, there's no higher praise than that. Thank you, Jaehee."
"I'm the one who should be more grateful. This was the first time I ever actually found math interesting."
We decided she'd come to my place again tomorrow at ten in the morning to study.
Just yesterday, even thinking about math made my head throb, but Unnie had wiped that discomfort clean away.
I'd tried to handle it alone, but even getting started had been hard.
"If I do it with Unnie, can I really get a perfect score on the finals?"
A human-looking score seemed possible, but a perfect one was still doubtful.
"Yeah, it's possible. Every student Unnie's taught has gotten perfect scores. CSAT, mock exams, school tests—all of them!"
"Is this your first time teaching a college student?"
"Honestly, yes. When I heard about Jaehee, I studied like crazy. So just trust Unnie and follow along, Jaehee."
Her voice and eyes were full of certainty.
Whether a perfect score was still possible remained an open question, but she could clearly pull me out of being a math dropout.
"Yes, Unnie. Looking forward to working with you from now on."
From beyond the closed door came the sound of the front door lock opening. Unnie heard it too and fastened her undone buttons all the way, shifting into a neat appearance.
She stood, tugged her hiked-up skirt back down, opened the door, and greeted my mom.
"Ma'am, Jaehee's lesson is finished."
"Is that so? Did my daughter keep up all right? She hates math so much, you know."
"Jaehee did great, actually. The moment I explain something she understands it right away, and she solves the problems on her own."
Unnie's praise made my shoulders lift on their own. Because the compliment wasn't exaggerated—it was exactly what had happened—I could savor the feeling even more.
"My daughter? Then Hajin must be an excellent teacher. Thank you, Hajin. Want to stay for lunch?"
"Ah, I have an appointment. We already decided to study again tomorrow, so I'll take you up on it then."
"All right, Hajin. Looking after my daughter again tomorrow, please."
"Yes, ma'am. Jaehee, Unnie's heading out. See you tomorrow."
"Yes, Unnie. See you tomorrow."
I considered waving, then settled for a light bow of my head. When I lifted my gaze again, Unnie had already stepped in very close.
A beautiful person suddenly filling my entire field of vision left me blinking blankly, unable to do anything but stare.
"Unnie?"
"Jaehee can do this. So let's have some confidence."
Along with the kind words, she rested a hand on my shoulder and gave a light smile.
I was naturally about to say thank you. But then I saw Unnie step backward and nearly miss her footing, and my hand moved to catch her.
"Careful, Unnie."
Focused only on the thought of catching her, the hand gripping her waist tightened and yanked her hard toward me.
Unnie looked startled for a moment, then closed the distance until our chests lightly touched and whispered in a voice only I could hear.
"Smooth operator, our Jaehee."
"Huh?"
"See you tomorrow."
She left me with those cryptic words and walked away.
"She really is a weird person, huh."
After Unnie left, Mom prepared a lunch spread so lavish the table legs might snap, all because I'd studied math and shown good results.
"Jaehee, what do you think of Hajin? Do you like her?"
"Yeah, she seems like a decent unnie. She teaches well, and her personality's nice too."
Even if she has a few… very unique corners.
"If I'd known it would go this well, I should've brought Hajin in starting midterms."
"You said she's the cousin of your friend's daughter, right?"
"That's right. So to Mom's friend, she's a niece."
Even while talking, Mom kept placing a side dish on top of every new spoonful of rice I scooped.
Just for putting real effort into math study, the treatment had completely changed.
"Get along well with Hajin. She'll be a big help to you beyond just studying."
"She seemed loaded."
"Did she? Mom didn't know that. How'd you find out?"
I told Mom about what had happened during our short break. After hearing everything, Mom set down her spoon and tightly clasped both of my hands.
"Jaehee, make sure you stay close with Hajin. Got it?"
Where do you think my perfectly capitalist personality came from?
Obviously from my mom.
"Of course. That's why we talked a lot today too."
After eating lunch until I was full, I went back to my room and patted my belly.
"Ah, I have to go work out a little later."
Whether it was from waking up early and studying math, my body suddenly grew heavy and my eyelids drooped.
I kept telling myself not to sleep right after eating, but I couldn't hold out.
"Jaehee. Jaehee, wake up. How long are you planning to sleep?"
Not long after I'd closed my eyes, Hajin Unnie's voice reached me.
Did Unnie leave something at our house?
"Mmm… Unnieee?"
I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up. It had clearly been broad daylight when I closed my eyes, but now it was pitch-dark night.
"Huh? Did I sleep this long?"
If I'd been exhausted enough, sleeping for hours wouldn't be strange, but I hadn't been that tired.
More than anything, if I'd been sprawled out that long, Mom would have come running and woken me somehow.
"Jaehee, look at Unnie."
While glancing around, Unnie's voice made me look straight ahead. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes flew wide enough to pop out.
"U-Unnie. What… what is this situation right now…?"
Am I dreaming right now?
Yeah, if it's a dream, that would make sense.
But why am I having a dream like this?
Why is Hajin Unnie appearing naked in my dream?
"What situation? You said you wanted to have sex with Unnie."
"I-I did…? When?"
"Unnie said she'd grant a wish if you brought home an A+ in calculus. The one who said she wanted to have sex with Unnie was Jaehee."
Even among nonsense dreams, this one took the cake.
Why would I ever make a ridiculous wish like that to Unnie?
"Waiting to have sex with Jaehee got me… this wet…♡"
With those words, Unnie rolled her hips forward and back.
As if controlled by something, my gaze dropped—and between Unnie's legs, sticky fluid was dripping down, connecting to the bed in several thin strands.
"Haa… haaaa…♡ I'm so turned on I feel like I'm going crazy…♡"
"Unnie, wait a second! This is, um… a d-dream, okay? There's no way I'd ever make a wish like that to you in the first place."
"Oh my♥ You're so excited you can't even accept that this is reality."
"That's not it! D-don't come closer…!"
Unnie kept speaking in that lewd voice as she steadily closed the distance. Of course I backed away, but before long I hit the headboard.
"Jaehee's a first-timer, right? Unnie will teach you everything. Just do what Unnie says."
"I-I'm not… that kind of person…?"
Because I didn't like girls, because I wasn't a lesbian, a dream like this was even more flustering.
"Slurp…♡"
Before I knew it, Unnie was right in front of my face.
I kept trying to push myself back with my feet, but it was meaningless thrashing.
"Unnie, this is really…"
"Hyaap…♡ Slurrrp…♡"
"Mmph…!"
In the middle of trying to shove her away hard, our lips pressed together wetly. Right after, Unnie's tongue pushed deep inside and tangled with mine far too noisily.
"Slurrrp… slurrrp…♡"
They say everything you experience in a dream is built from what's already in your real mind.
If you encounter something you've never experienced, you're not supposed to feel anything at all.
"Hmphh!"
Then why does the sensation of this tongue-tangling kiss feel so vivid?
"Slurrp… sluuurp…♡"
Unnie's tongue was incredibly warm. The more it coiled around mine, the hotter it grew, until it felt like a fireball had entered my mouth.
The feel of her licking the mucous membrane, the lips that kept meeting again and again—everything was as clear as if this were reality.
She lifted her hips and climbed onto my legs.
When the thick flesh of her thighs pressed firmly against mine, a sticky heat intense enough to raise goosebumps all over my body washed through me.
—Squelch! Squelch!
She even slowly rocked back and forth, grinding against me, and without meaning to I focused every nerve on my thighs.
"Slurrrp…♡"
She moved her tongue wetly one more time, then wrapped both arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight embrace.
We were far closer than when I'd seen her off, and Unnie's soft bare breasts pressed fully against mine, squashing without a single thing between them.
Maybe it was the sudden soft, yielding sensation that startled my body.
All I could think was that I had to push Unnie away, yet my body had frozen solid right there.
"Huuup…♡"
Was I really going to end up doing it with Unnie inside this dream?