The Truth Behind the Dream
Kangmin couldn't sleep. And then, the anal sex continued for another round. Realizing that a light slap to her buttocks made her anus tighten, Kangmin began mixing in some spanking as he ravaged her. "Yerim, your tightening gets so much better when I spank you, doesn't it?"
"Haa-eung, yes... I'm sorry for clenching so hard when you hit me..."
He spent a long time tasting every part of her anus with rhythmic, stinging slaps. He varied the depth of his thrusts, spanking her each time, and enjoyed a different kind of pleasure with every stroke. By now, Kangmin’s hand was starting to go numb. Underneath her pantyhose, Yerim’s buttocks were already flushed a deep, mottled red. By tomorrow morning, she would struggle even to sit in a chair.
"Oppa... I’m so exhausted..."
Her stamina had been whittled away with every hit; she no longer had the strength to even move her hips. The shameful command to "lift your hips higher because I'm about to cum" felt like a blessing at this point. After she took his second load of semen in her anus, they went back to the cleanup fellatio. By then, Kangmin was exhausted too, so when he collapsed onto the bed, Yerim crawled between his legs. Only after she had meticulously licked his limp cock clean did the sex finally end.
"Yerim, did it hurt a lot?" he whispered, pulling her into an embrace. Yerim pouted, her eyes welling up with tears.
"You’re mean. Don’t touch me. My butt hurts, the inside hurts, there isn’t a single place that doesn’t ache. You’re so cruel."
"I’m sorry. I went too hard today, didn't I?"
Had he been too rough on someone who was already struggling so much? Feeling a pang of guilt, he moved down to massage her stiff, aching feet.
"Augh, ouch, ouch!"
He pressed firmly into the tips of her toes, the outer edges, the arches, and the soft muscles of her soles. As he kneaded them, she let out a pleasant moan. Then, she stared straight at him.
"Oppa, you seem like such a bad person when we’re having sex... but then you’re so gentle like this..."
"I guess so. You’re just so cute that I want to bully you even more when we’re doing it."
"You and your words..."
It sounded like gaslighting, but who cared? "Augh, Oppa. Please press down on the center of my sole. Augh." Her pale, slender toes curled and twitched as she accepted his massage. He kneaded them until his hands felt like they might cramp. After a long while, Yerim finally opened her mouth.
"Oppa, I have something to tell you."
What was it? Yerim hesitated, looking as if she felt incredibly guilty.
"Oppa, you had sex with Youngsun-unni twice in your dream, right?"
Uh, yeah? It felt amazing. Especially when he broke her anal virginity first, and then her front virginity while she was crying. Even though it was a dream, it was incredibly hot. Just thinking about it made him feel like he was getting hard again. The second time, he was kissing Youngsun-unni while holding Yerim. When Youngsun-unni got involved, the dreams became strangely realistic. More perverted, too.
"The thing is... the person in your dream wasn't me. It was the real Youngsun-unni."
He stared at Yerim, unable to grasp what she meant. If this were a cartoon, there would probably be a hundred question marks floating over his head.
"Ah, how should I say this... First of all, about the sex you had with Youngsun-unni? Youngsun-unni experienced all of it, too."
"Wait, you mean the part where I said her asshole was loose? And the part where I did anal and then took her virginity? She remembers all of that?"
"Yes."
Dizzy, he clutched his head. "We only found out about that after we had dinner together, right?"
"No. After I had the dream where both her virginities were taken, I wanted to get closer to you, so I asked you to have dinner with us."
He closed his eyes. It was a truth too dark and massive for him to accept. Now he understood why people who faced the truth in *Cthulhu* mythos lost their sanity points...
"How did you find out about what happened in my dream?"
Yerim apologized and spilled the truth. "You know the day Youngsun-unni first touched your cock? That night, she masturbated while thinking about you. Anal-only."
Ugh.
"And I think because she was thinking about you while she slept, your dream connected with hers. I thought I wouldn't have to enter the dream myself, so I made you and Youngsun-unni have sex to earn magic power for free."
"What?"
"I’m so sorry, Oppa... I didn't know it would turn out like this..."
His head throbbed, and he buried his face in his hands. What was he supposed to do? Should he apologize? "So, what did Youngsun-unni say? You must have met her on Monday."
"She said she's going to confess to you after you get back from your reserve forces training. She said she’s going to take you to her room and have sex with you."
"Whaaaaat???????"
Instead of giving him a 'correction punch' for being such a piece of trash, she wanted to have sex? "Youngsun-unni... she seems to have really liked the two rounds of sex in the dream."
...She liked the kind of play that would make an AV actress run away in terror? The bondage-anal-rape-climax, the immediate virginity-destruction-climax, the two-person lesbian anal-teasing race followed by using her virgin pussy like a tissue...
He was beyond stunned; he felt like his soul was ascending to heaven. "I thought you should know, Oppa. And she knows you're filming me, too. She found out I'm not your cousin, but your sex partner. She also knows quite a bit about your perverted tastes."
It was one disaster after another. Faced with the encroaching truth, he couldn't do anything. "W-what am I supposed to do?"
"Even if you ask me that..."
Was he supposed to have hardcore sex with Youngsun-unni in reality? Wouldn't it be easier to make an alligator in the sewer perform fellatio? Yerim and he were bound by a contract, so anything was fine, but Youngsun-unni was different. If things went south, wouldn't he die?
"For now... I guess I'll have to see when I go to work tomorrow..."
"I'm really sorry, Oppa."
He lay there, unable to say a word. Youngsun-unni... was she into that kind of thing? How was he supposed to look at her at work tomorrow? Was he really going to be dragged into her room and forced to have sex tomorrow?
"Ah, my phone."
As he looked for his phone to see if Youngsun-unni had contacted him, he realized it was still recording. Being unaccustomed to filming led to these kinds of mistakes. He saved the file. It was a 50-minute video. "No messages from Youngsun-unni. Let's put the unsolvable problems aside for now and watch the video together."
"Okay!"
They lay side by side and played the video. It had started recording from the moment he finished the enema and she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. After that was the part where he was teasing her with love gel...
"My back is blocking everything, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
He should have turned the camera angle to the side. Still, the next part was filmed quite well. The sight of him mounting the bed to ravage Yerim's anus, and the way her stockings tore every time he pulled his hips back.
"I-I made sounds that lewd?" Yerim blushed.
"Besides, looking at it like this, Oppa's cock is really thick... something like that was going in and out of me?"
The piston-sized cock moved in and out of Yerim's asshole. Yerim gulped. And then, the climax. Both of them were trembling, screaming out in pleasure. This was incredibly hot. And the part after this was where he made her do the cleanup fellatio...!
"Oh no! It went out of frame!"
They both let out sounds of regret. Yerim's hair, which he was holding, had drifted out of frame, making for a disappointing shot. His upper body was mostly out of frame too, which made it feel... less imposing. It would have been better to take a close-up shot of just her hair being pulled up and her face biting down on his cock.
"Oppa, but when did you come up with that rule? You’re a real pervert..."
In the video, the 'him' was confidently saying that whatever came out of Yerim’s asshole had to be cleaned up by Yerim’s mouth. He must have been out of his mind with blood rushing to his head during sex. Of course, he had thought that stating rules like that would be exciting.
"...Are you going to write that in the contract?"
"No, it's not like that. But don't you think applying this rule to future play would make it much more exciting?"
Yerim blushed red instead of answering. Hmm, nice. It seemed like she would do it on her own from now on. Then the spanking sex followed, but that scene was also mostly blocked by his back. He should have gotten off the bed to do the spanking.
"It would be better to film this from the side, or by putting the camera on the floor."
"Oppa, you know a lot about this? You’re like a professional video maker."
Well, he was in a film production club, after all. It was the greatest luxury a poor guy like him could afford. Actually, he could earn more money if he worked a part-time job during that time, but he couldn't give up on the dream he wanted to challenge himself with. They watched until the video ended and shared their thoughts.
"It turned out lewder than I thought, didn't it?"
"I think a lot of people would watch it. Especially the cleanup fellatio part, it’s completely... exciting. Is it because my face came out well?"
They watched the cleanup fellatio part again. Yerim's tearful face was captured perfectly.
"It’s definitely more exciting when you can see the face clearly."
He didn't say that watching it on video made him feel like he was having sex with the real Yerim, not Charles. If he said that, Charles would be hurt.
"But I can't use it like this. I feel like it would really harm the real Yerim, and my face and name appear too much."
Yerim pouted her lips. "Are you still thinking about the real Yerim, Oppa? Don't you like me better?"
"Liking you and causing harm to others are two different things."
He drew a firm line. If this leaked, it would probably circulate under the title, 'Lee Yerim of Hanyoung University gets her asshole taken by Kim Kangmin.' It would be harmful to both Yerim and him. It was a video he couldn't possibly use as is. Even if he mosaicked his face and beeped out Yerim's name, the face was the problem. But if he covered the face, the 'hotness' would drop significantly. What should he do?