Sister Youngsun Gets Wet Anywhere
"Wait, so it really was just a dream?"
Unable to believe it, she lifted her underwear to check. Her underwear was completely clean, with no traces of any sexual encounter. Furthermore, the pubic hair—which had been shaved completely smooth in her dream—was still perfectly intact along her bikini line. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had been incredibly worried about what she would do if she got pregnant from a creampie, so it was a massive relief that it was all just a dream.
Even so, she thoroughly checked every corner of her room. The dream had felt so intensely real that she couldn't help but feel suspicious. The sensation of the restraints binding her wrists still felt vividly fresh. It felt as though those restraints had to be hidden somewhere in the room. Naturally, there was nothing there.
'Right, if I had actually been tied up, there would be marks left on my hands, wouldn't there?'
Her wrists were completely clean and free of any wounds. Yeongseon buried her face between her knees. The intense, thrilling play from her dream kept swirling around in her head. And of all people, why did it have to be Kangmin? She stomped her feet in sheer embarrassment.
"Ah, seriously, how am I supposed to look him in the eye?!"
Yeongseon rolled onto her side and tightly hugged her pillow. After lying there for a brief moment, she placed her hand over her underwear and began to slowly stroke herself.
"Ah... ahh..."
When she thought it was real, it had been terrifying—but now that she knew it was just a dream, it served as the absolute best material for masturbation.
Kangmin tied me up, violated my anus, and then aggressively shoved himself inside my pussy. And all throughout, there was that non-stop, degrading dirty talk.
Before she knew it, she placed her fingers over both of her holes. The arousal from last night's dream surged right back into her.
"Kangmin... you shouldn't be doing this to me first thing in the morning..."
Even as she muttered those words, her fingers continued to stroke inside herself. Ah, ahh. Ah, ahhh... Oh my gosh, I'm really not this kind of slutty girl.
Ah, ahh, ahhh—
In less than three minutes since she started, she came spectacularly. This time, it wasn't just a mild, pleasant sensation; it was a deeply profound, intense orgasm.
"Five hours... until my shift... Oh, seriously, how am I going to face Kangmin today...?"
"Hello~"
When Kangmin opened the door to the PC Bang and walked in, Yeongseon was sitting all by herself at the front counter. Huh? Where did the previous shift worker go?
"I clocked in a bit early today. I took care of the shift handover and sent them home."
"Oh? Noona, I thought you were quitting?"
At his question, Yeongseon set her phone down and stood up. Instead of her usual Adidas track pants, she was wearing leggings today. Why is she wearing something that tightly hugs her body like that? Her Y-zone is completely on display.
Kangmin barely managed to tear his eyes away to look at her face. If he kept staring at that, she would undoubtedly tease and harass him with comments like, "You total virgin, do you want me to let you touch my butt?" or "Geez, consider this a generous favor from your noona." Either that, or she would smack him for staring.
However, Yeongseon spoke cheerfully, seemingly completely unbothered by her own outfit.
"The manager oppa told me that the boss was completely wasted yesterday and doesn't remember a thing. I figured I'd just keep working, collect the rest of my paycheck, and then leave."
Yeongseon was lying. Why on earth would she quit a part-time job where she could naturally see Kangmin without even having to arrange a hangout? For now, she planned to stick around. Seeing the genuinely happy expression on Kangmin's face brought a wave of relief over her heart.
"Ah, really? That's great! It's much better for me if you don't quit, noona."
It was welcome news. No matter what else happened, time flew by so much faster when he worked with Yeongseon. They communicated well, and she was a kind, wonderful person—not to mention beautiful.
But what is up with her today?
As Kangmin grabbed the mop to clean the floor, she kept hovering right next to him. Combined with her outfit today, it really felt like she was trying to openly tease him.
I need to make sure I don't get roped into her antics, he resolved, intentionally focusing entirely on his cleaning.
Meanwhile, Yeongseon's mind was in utter turmoil. She couldn't focus on her work at all. Normally, dreams are supposed to fade away quickly like morning mist, but as time passed, this one only grew more vivid. The memory of being degraded as having a "loose ass," the fingers roughly caressing her anus, and that vein-pulsing dick as thick as a Welch's can...
She found herself mindlessly loitering right where Kangmin was cleaning. When her feet repeatedly got in the way of his mop, Kangmin finally snapped in annoyance.
"Ah, noona. Stop sticking so close to me. It's hard to clean."
As he said this, Kangmin placed his hand on the upper part of her buttocks—right where her tightly stretched leggings covered her—and nudged her away. Yeongseon flinched in surprise and stammered out a response.
"Uh, right, okay. I'm going to run to the restroom real quick."
Man, why is she being so clingy today of all days?! It keeps making me think about last night. Kangmin decided he needed to hurry up and finish cleaning while she was in the bathroom. He diligently pushed the mop across the floor while glancing toward the ladies' room door. Is something wrong with her?
'Jeon Yeongseon, are you insane? You've completely lost your mind!'
Inside the restroom, Yeongseon bit her lip as she checked her underwear. Her private parts, which used to never get wet from mere kissing or heavy petting, had turned into a sticky wetland from just a single touch to her hip by Kangmin. Her cotton underwear was completely soaked, and at this rate, it looked ready to bleed right through her leggings. Seriously, how can my body react like this just from him placing a hand on me?
She first used some toilet paper to dab away the moisture, and then folded up some clean tissue to place between her underwear and her leggings. She felt like she would just wet herself all over again the moment she looked at Kangmin. She absolutely wanted to prevent the color of her leggings from changing due to the moisture.
However, doing that only made her Y-zone swell up even more prominently, heavily emphasizing her mound. It looked exactly like animals in heat whose private areas swell with rushed blood flow, visually signaling their arousal. That was precisely the state Yeongseon was in. Her face flushed bright red.
'I didn't mean for this to happen... I shouldn't have worn leggings today...'
Yet, what Kangmin had said to her in the dream kept echoing in her mind. He had asked why she always wore such slutty clothes, saying that it made him want to tie her up and drill her ass. Out of a subconscious, lingering expectation, Yeongseon had intentionally chosen these leggings when getting dressed for work—specifically picking a pair that was one size too small. They were so tight that her cameltoe was completely visible between her thighs.
Because it was too embarrassing to walk outside like that, she had tied an athletic jacket around her waist, which luckily hid it from view. But once she arrived at work and untied the jacket, she felt too embarrassed to even look at herself in the mirror. Her panty lines were fully exposed, the triangular space between her crotch and thighs was heavily defined, and her smooth, toned thighs filled out the leggings to their absolute limit. Normally, she would never dream of wearing this.
Still, braving the embarrassment had its rewards. Even though he was trying his best not to look, she could feel his gaze constantly dropping down toward her leggings.
'I want to be just a little closer to him...'
When she stepped out of the restroom, Kangmin was at the counter sorting out the cash register. Yeongseon walked inside the counter area and leaned against the display shelf.
As Kangmin reached out toward Yeongseon's stomach area to restock some merchandise, her entire body tensed up instantly.
'Could it be... is he going to accidentally brush against my crotch?'
Normally, she would have teased him by grabbing his hand, guiding it to her rear, and asking if he wanted to touch it. But she couldn't do that right now. If she said something like that in her current state, her face might literally catch fire. Swallowing hard, she waited for his hand.
Instead, Kangmin simply reached past her to grab an item behind her back. Of course, life never goes exactly as expected.
As Yeongseon let out a disappointed sigh, Kangmin grumbled in irritation.
"Gosh, noona. Please step outside the counter. Why do you keep squeezing yourself into this tiny space!"
Oh, come on!
Frustrated, Yeongseon readied her finger and flicked Kangmin sharply on his forearm. With a loud smack, a red mark immediately flared up on his skin.
"Ow, that stings!!! Seriously, why do your flicks hurt so much! Ugh, fine. I'll be the one to get out."
Kangmin found it incredibly awkward to be so close to her because last night's erotic dream kept flashing through his mind.
As he walked away, Yeongseon ruffled her hair in frustration and sat down at the counter. Ah, this isn't how this was supposed to go! She buried her face in both of her hands. Peeking through her fingers, she saw Kangmin holding a keyboard, scrubbing it vigorously with a rag.
Ah... if only my lower body were the one being gripped tightly like that keyboard instead...
'Oh my god, I must really be going crazy.'
Without even realizing it, Yeongseon reached her hand beneath the counter and firmly pressed down on her pussy mound. Clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle any stray moans, she heavily pressed against her clitoris right through her leggings.
The arousal washing over her was terrifyingly intense.
Yerim poured milk into her cereal while checking the amount of magical energy she had gathered yesterday. The yield was substantial. It was roughly equivalent to the amount accumulated from a real-life sexual encounter rather than just a dream.
Given that the efficiency was tenfold, she wondered just how intensely they had gone at it last night.
Yerim closed her eyes and slowly reviewed the landscape of last night's dream. Piercing through the anus of a sobbing, protesting Yeongseon, then pulling out to penetrate her virginity. The sheer hardcore nature of the act caused Yerim’s face to flush red. Even by her standards as a succubus, it was quite an aggressive dream.
"Hmm... Kangmin oppa was incredibly aroused. Does he get turned on by tears and resistance...? Is he not actually into the overtly slutty types?"
Yerim rested her chin in her hand, furrowing her brow. It was strange. Whenever she searched through Kangmin's memories, the conclusions of all his visual fantasies always ended the same way: with a completely submissive, thoroughly broken-in girl begging him to ruin her.
Does that mean he actually prefers a bit of crying and resistance? This is way too complicated.
Her older sister's words suddenly echoed in her mind:
"Charle, that's not where the erotic appeal lies! Gosh, your acting is terrible..."
Out of deep worry for Charle, her sister had hugged her tightly, whispering in a sorrowful voice:
"It might pass in a dream, but if you mess up in real-life practice, it's going to be hard to harvest magical energy. The payout is ten times lower. Oh, my poor Charle... what are we going to do..."
A sudden wave of loneliness washed over her. She deeply missed her sister. She hated this empty house.
"Maybe I should go drop by and greet oppa right around the time he finishes his shift...?"
Yerim rummaged through her Boston bag. She pulled out a pair of leggings and a cotton crop top—the exact kind of outfit frequently found in Kangmin's phone downloads. She put them on and checked her reflection in the mirror. Her belly button, waist, and hips were all perfectly and flawlessly emphasized.
'High heels would probably be overkill for this, right?'
Instead of heels, she slipped into Kangmin's slippers and left the house. Walking down the street, she noticed people stealing glances at her. Great, if the reaction out here is this good, Kangmin oppa will definitely love it!
When she walked up into Leon PC Bang and pushed the door open, the woman sitting at the counter flinched violently and stared straight at her.
'Huh? That's the woman from Kangmin oppa's dream.' 'Ah, so she was his co-worker at his part-time job? Should I call her Yeongseon (unni)?'
While she briefly pondered the correct title, Yeongseon stepped out from behind the counter, stammering with a bright red face as she looked at Yerim.
"Oh, uh, are you... Kangmin's cousin?"
Cousin? What is she talking about? Just then, Kangmin tossed aside the keyboard he had been wiping down, rushed over, and placed a hand on Yerim's shoulder.
"Yes! My cousin is pretty, isn't she? Shocked you, right! Yerim, this is the noona who gave you those clothes."
Fortunately, Yerim was quick on the uptake. She instantly flashed a bright smile and bowed politely to her.
"Ah, so you're Yeongseon unni! Thank you so much!"
"Yeah, yeah. I recognized the leggings. They look great on you!"
Though from a male perspective, the outfit was clearly meant to turn heads. Once the introductions were over, an awkward silence settled over the three of them.
'...I can't let her find out that I lied about Yerim being my cousin.'
'...She hasn't realized that I linked Yeongseon unni's dream with Kangmin oppa's dream, right? I hope she doesn't mention having a weird dream.'
'...I hope neither of them realized I was just masturbating.'
Three entirely different, hidden anxieties drifted silently through the air.