125. [Scene] Park Yuri
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125. [Scene] Park Yuri
'Y-yeah, right. I don't care how I look at it—this is a dream.'
A few things felt off, sure, but she couldn't think of it any other way.
Once she settled on that conclusion, Park Yuri's face flushed bright red.
'Fuck. Out of all the dreams I could've had, it had to be this bastard.'
They said dreams were a manifestation of the unconscious.
Which meant shit you didn't normally think about hardly ever showed up in them.
Park Yuri's face had gone red precisely because—yeah—she actually had been thinking about Hye-yong.
'Then what the hell am I supposed to do. If I wasn't thinking about him, I could just finish and be fine, but...'
She masturbated about once every three days.
She tried not to picture him. She really did try. But the moment she got frustrated, trying not to think about him only made her think about him more.
Her head was starting to feel messed up.
Because even with the same kind of stimulation—if she touched herself while remembering what they'd done that time, it just felt so much better.
If he were there with her, she could at least curse at him and blame him for it. Alone, she couldn't even do that.
Even just tonight...
"Yuri. Been a while. What's it been—a week since I last saw your face? I missed you."
Hye-yong said it while moving in to pull her into a sudden embrace. Park Yuri stretched out a leg to stop him.
Her foot pressed firmly against his face, shoving him back.
An act most people would've called straight-up humiliating. To Hye-yong, it was a reward.
"What are you lunging at me all happy for... I didn't miss you!"
Sulky expression.
A posture that left her crotch completely exposed.
The chestnut-colored panties stabbing into his eyes were obscene.
"If you didn't miss me, why'd you dream about this?"
Hye-yong grabbed Park Yuri's leg, hooked it over his shoulder, and smirked.
"Th-that's—"
Once he just steamrolled her with the claim that this was a dream, Park Yuri didn't know what to do.
"Gah, I don't know! I don't know! Why are you showing up in my dream on your own?! Get out—get out of my dream!!"
Thump! Thump!!
She drove her free leg into his chest.
She put a decent amount of force behind it, so it stung more than he expected.
Of course, if Park Yuri had seriously kicked him, he would've gone flying into the wall.
Hye-yong grabbed that leg too and yanked Park Yuri sharply toward him.
"Yuri. You lonely these days?"
"Who says I am!"
"If you weren't, you wouldn't be having this kind of dream."
God, seriously—for a dream, this guy just will not shut up!
Her face kept burning.
It was definitely a dream. So why did everything feel so vivid?
Slip.
The moment Park Yuri felt the sensation of Hye-yong rolling her panties down, she instantly snapped at him.
"What are you stripping me for on your own?!"
"To do what you wanted."
"Bullshit—fuck!"
Her mouth was filthy, but she didn't thrash around much.
That side of Park Yuri always gave him a thrill.
Laughing hard on the inside once again at how cute she was, Hye-yong discovered that the edge of her panties was already a little damp.
'What? She's wet already? No matter how you slice it, Park Yuri wouldn't normally be this lewd.'
He quickly glanced at her crotch and saw dewdrops beading on the petals.
Could this be...
"Looks like our Yuri's got some pent-up needs."
"Sh-shut your mouth!"
Park Yuri suddenly put real strength into it, shook off the leg Hye-yong had been holding, and hid her crotch.
Trying to hide it only made it more arousing.
Hye-yong gently covered Park Yuri, who was leaning slanted against the wall at the head of the bed.
"Then why are you this wet? You got wet just from imagining for a second that I'd get on top of you? I'm disappointed—our Yuri's such a pervert..."
When he leaned in close and said that, Park Yuri got so flustered she started stuttering.
"Wh-whose 'our Yuri,' you creepy bastard! Th-this is—it's just, like, my constitution or something!"
"The kind of constitution where you can't sleep at night unless you masturbate?"
"Eeek!"
"Who were you thinking about?"
"What's it to you?!"
"I asked who you were thinking about."
"A—a girl I know."
Hye-yong locked eyes with her, deeply.
"Really. You weren't thinking about me?"
"Who the hell would think about the likes of you while they jerk off?!"
"Then why would you have a dream like this?"
"You son of a bitch!!"
Park Yuri's face went completely red.
Seeing that reaction, he figured he'd guessed right.
Park Yuri had been masturbating right before she fell asleep.
And thinking of Choi Hye-yong, no less.
'Wow. So while I was sitting around going "she still isn't asleep," Park Yuri was calling my name and jerking off?'
The moment that thought hit, blood rushed to his lower half, which was already half-erect.
This was a situation where no man could possibly not get turned on.
Hye-yong burrowed into Park Yuri's arms and whispered into her ear.
"Instead of that kind of masturbation... I'll make you feel way better."
The sound of Park Yuri swallowing hard—gulp—pierced right into his ear.
Park Yuri was about to shove Hye-yong away hard, but then she thought—
'Isn't this a dream anyway...? If it's a dream, then it doesn't really matter.'
Honestly, it was a fact that her urges weren't getting properly satisfied.
Originally, Park Yuri masturbated about once a week—maybe twice at most.
But lately, doing it by herself just wasn't giving her that good, clean release.
The whole point of masturbating was to relieve stress, but the very fact that she wasn't satisfied even after masturbating was a stressor in itself. So the frequency just kept climbing.
Once every three days. And sometimes she'd reach for herself even when only two days had passed.
'Because of this bastard!'
Normally in these situations she'd hook up with another girl for relief, but the wildly unsatisfying experience from last time had left something like mild trauma in Park Yuri. Ever since, she'd grown reluctant to do anything with girls.
Now the only thing soothing her sexual loneliness was her trusty dildo!
But no matter how she looked at it, the one she had just wasn't reaching deep inside properly, so she'd been debating whether to order a bigger one.
She was holding back out of pure stubbornness, though—because admitting that felt like truly losing to something like a dildo.
Well, she'd already declared defeat in reality, but that was a fact Park Yuri was trying hard to deny inside her own head.
If she could get a clean release like this, even in a dream, it seemed like it'd be useful for keeping her urges from piling up.
"Trashy bastard... d-do whatever... you want..."
The strength gently drained from Park Yuri's body.
A clear declaration of permission!
Even if she was pretending it was a dream, everything from here on out was fully legal.
'This is why I like Park Yuri.'
Dealing with other girls up to now, there'd always been a bit of a coy front involved.
Putting on airs, as they say.
Acting moderately demure because seeming too hungry for it felt a little off.
But with Park Yuri, there was no need for any of that.
Park Yuri already knew full well he was a trashy bastard.
And even so—if he pushed, her mouth was the only thing that stayed feisty. Her body didn't actively refuse.
Park Yuri was the one person he could fling every kind of filthy talk at. Someone he could clash with using the dark, twisted desires inside him—the kind of talk he could never use on anyone else.
So how could he not like her?
Swish!
Hye-yong immediately grabbed the hips of Park Yuri—who'd been leaning against the wall at the bed's edge—lifted her, and pulled her down flat.
Then he pushed his face between her thighs.
"Shall I get a taste of our Yuri's defeat-addicted, sloppy little pussy? Been a while."
Those words flipped Park Yuri's seizure switch.
An indignant voice burst out immediately.
"Aaaaagh!! Don't say that! Don't say it even in a dream!! I'll seriously kill you!! You think I can't?!"
Ooh, look at that surefire reaction.
Her rich responses only entertained Hye-yong more.
But from Park Yuri's perspective, those words were so humiliating that tears came out before she even realized it.
'I-I'd been trying so hard to forget thaaat...'
To say something like that herself.
No—she hadn't just said it. She'd practically shouted it like an oath.
How many times had she kicked the blankets since that day?
She figured there couldn't be anything more wretched in the world than that.
In Park Yuri's own mind, she had completely lost her head that day.
It was a time when she'd been consumed by lust and couldn't think of anything.
Her pride, and everything else—utterly shattered!
If she had to pick the number one darkest past she least wanted to make public in her life, this would overwhelmingly take the top spot.
"Hic..."
A small sob escaped her.
Normally, she would never, ever cry over something like this.
But hearing those words even in a dream felt so miserably pathetic that she got strangely emotional.
Hearing the sound of her crying, Hye-yong flinched in surprise, lifted his head, and looked at Yuri's face.
"What—Park Yuri. Are you crying?"
"Wh-what, you fucking bastard. Mind your own business and keep doing what you were doing..."
"Did... that happen because of what I said?"
"Yeah, you awful bastard! Making me say cheap, horrible shit like that! It's already fucked up—did you really have to do it in a dream too?!"
Sniffle.
"At least in a dream... couldn't you treat me kindly? Like—you did... with Lanfang..."
Sniffle.
"I'm a girl too, you know!"
Oh...
To actually hear the "I'm a girl too" line in real life.
Hye-yong felt a small sense of awe.
'Looks like she's been really hung up on that. I'd better be a little more careful going forward.'
If she hated it enough to cry, then she must truly, genuinely despise it.
Hye-yong liked teasing Park Yuri, but he didn't want to push to the point of mentally tormenting her like this.
Alright—since I made her cry by being a dick, today let's just say nice things and be as gentle as I possibly can.
Having decided that, Hye-yong chose to continue what he'd been doing.
'The scent of arousal.'
He laid his tongue on Park Yuri's slit.
A slightly sour taste from the glistening love juice—but not a bad one at all.
For today, so she could be at ease and feel good, he'd even set the Pleasure Sensitivity Buff to around level 8.
By now it was a tongue caress he'd grown completely accustomed to, even without the Caress Proficiency Buff.
Not that he was saying he hadn't used the Caress Proficiency Buff.
Under the slick, soft touch of the tongue skillfully and gently stimulating her erogenous zones, Park Yuri had to clamp her mouth shut with both hands to keep a moan from leaking out.
'Hnn—the feeling hits me right away. Why... why is it? Why does it feel this good when this guy licks me?!'
It definitely never felt even close to this good when other girls licked her.
This was one of Park Yuri's lifelong mysteries.
'Ah—he's licking my cli... clit. Feels good...'
Lick, lick, lick. The rhythmic, watery sounds of cunnilingus.
Maybe it was because her last masturbation session had ended so vaguely?
Her sensitivity built fast—and her body bucked.
'No way. I feel like I'm gonna cum already. I-it usually takes way longer.'
Her head found it strange, but her body was honest.
"Hnnngh—!"
A moan tore out even though she was covering her mouth.
Park Yuri, who had quickly climaxed under Hye-yong's tongue-play, gasped for breath.
"Huff... haah... hff..."
Still covering her eyes with her forearm, she lamented her situation.
'Aaaaah, seriously. Why am I cumming so easily? Why—when he does it...'
While she was caught up in that, before she knew it, Hye-yong's voice reached her as he overlapped his body with hers.
"Yuri—move your arm. I want to see your face."
"Hmph..."
Park Yuri moved her arm away while still putting a sulky tone into her voice.
"I don't know why you look so pretty today."
"Just empty talk..."
"No. I genuinely think you're incredibly adorable right now. So much that I was thinking I wish you were my girlfriend."
"I-I'm sorry—whaaaat?!"
Park Yuri became extremely agitated.
"Honestly... the reason I've been so mischievous up till now was because I liked you too much."
"What are you—"
"What am I supposed to do when just looking at you makes my heart pound?"
Are you in your right mind right now?
That was what Park Yuri was about to say—but she soon realized.
Ah. Right. This is a dream...
This is Choi Hye-yong in a dream.
One that I created...
Whatever he said—it wasn't Choi Hye-yong's true feelings.
'Is this... a little cringey?'
Of course, Hye-yong's words weren't a hundred percent sincere either.
It was just that, since this was a dream, he was running wild.
Still, a certain amount of it was true.
He wouldn't actually date her, but he liked Park Yuri enough that he really did think it'd be fine if she were his girlfriend.
And looking at Park Yuri did turn him on and make his heart pound.
"I'm sorry about today. I think I was a little too harsh."
"W-well... long as you know."
Unaware of the real situation, Park Yuri was hanging onto every one of those words from Hye-yong.
"I'm putting it in now."
"..."
Thump, thump, thump!
At the thought that it had been a while, Park Yuri's heart pounded.
Today, Choi Hye-yong's chest looked broad.
She'd really tried not to think like this, but he also seemed cooler than he had before.
[ Mysterious Charm ]
A mysterious charm dwells within you.
Charm Stat increases by 7 levels.
The effect of the newly acquired trait was definite, but Park Yuri didn't know that.
'Ah... aah... this sensation of it entering—it's been so long...'
Normally he would've just jammed it in, but right now Hye-yong's thing was slowly, gently digging into her insides.
Something was strange today.
She'd just gotten a little teary-eyed and whined a bit—and that hateful Choi Hye-yong's behavior had completely flipped.
Squelch...
'Ah... even though he's gentle... it's reaching way deep inside—and this is also really, really good...'
A dream.
Maybe it's because it's a dream.
They said dreams were an expression of the unconscious.
Could this be the version of Choi Hye-yong she had unconsciously wanted?
Why had she wanted this kind of Choi Hye-yong?
Because every single thing today's Choi Hye-yong did was so incredibly tender, she had the mental space to think—even while her deepest parts were being scraped.
"Yuri. Look over here."
"Hnn..."
The moment their eyes met, Choi Hye-yong immediately covered her mouth with his own.
As their tongues tangled, Park Yuri's mind grew hazy, and her consciousness burrowed deeper into her innermost self.
The further it sank, the louder and clearer the pounding she felt in her heart began to resonate.