Chapter 7 – Episode 7: Sweet Dreams
After presenting a lucid dream to Yeji Han, her daily life her and mine changed very slightly.
Daily life of running and exercising hard during the day, and lying in bed as soon as 12 o’clock at night.
Normally, even if I was a little tired, I would do homework or study until past 12:00, but not anymore.
“What did you do with it?”
“I have a brown sugar latte.”
Han Ye-ji was gradually fascinated by her lucid dreams.
Well, I study and exercise hard during the day, but isn’t it too harsh to train even in my dreams?
Rather, it is better to aim for mental care and relaxation effects by allowing you to rest well through lucid dreaming, and to work hard in reality.
She did n’t dare to be convinced that the man of her dreams was her her own Constellation of hers, so she continued to maintain her subtle clinging appearance.
Shall we say that lack of affection and strong sexual desire unique to puberty are mixed? Skinship is no joke.
“Ah, this was delicious. Would you like to order one to share?”
“Yeah, so what?”
A dream in which a pretty woman clings to her side her as if she is longing for her affection her, and she can taste dozens of different foods for free.
Of course, it does n’t matter since I was also entering her lucid dreams every time she lay in her bed at midnight.
Most of the dreams were at home, and today was a cafe.
Of course, it’s not like I’m dreaming about a cafe all day, like now.
A shuddering, strange noise deafened my ears, and before I knew it, I was not in a cafe, but in the living room.
Instead of an uncomfortable cafe table that can only be used when the waist is bent 70 degrees
I knew right away because a sofa table of the right height had appeared in front of me.
On the TV that was turned on, there was a scene of two men and women kissing roughly, which is a famous scene from a movie.
Seeing that often appear in my dreams, I must have been very impressed.
The scene of drinking coffee while facing each other in a cafe is nowhere to be found, and all I can hear in my ears is the sound of water dripping from the shower.
When I got up and opened the refrigerator, this time it was full of fruits and snacks instead of meat.
Looking at the green trees outside the window, it seems to be spring or summer, but regardless of the season, the refrigerator was full of fruits.
When I took out a brightly colored hallabong and split the skin with my fingernail, the sweet and sour smell stung my nose.
It’s really good… Fresh fruits and vegetables after normal food.
It was a world where people could die or live with just one can of Coke.
Of course, fresh fruits and vegetables were incomparable to human life.
Because I couldn’t find it at all. There must be a deal and a fight,
What is the use of talking about things that no one has ever seen or obtained?
After savoring the cold Hallabong and eating half of it, Han Ye-ji comes out of the bathroom with a bathrobe loosely wrapped around her.
Beyond the hot steam mixed with the scent of shampoo and body wash that hits your face,
She trudged over to her and took the Hallabong from her hand her and ate it.
Not with hands, but with lips.
“Oh, sweet. Hallabong must be iron.”
‘Am I getting dissatisfied?’
I feel the soft and warm touch on my fingers that are numb from holding the cold Hallabong.
Whether it’s because she took a hot shower or her body temperature is high, the traces of her lips her seem to remain on her fingers like a stigma.
Han Ye-ji in the dream was half-dreaming. Just looking at it now, it is.
It’s strange to call it a lucid dream when you’re drinking coffee at a cafe, chatting face to face, and then showering alone.
One thing is for sure, however, that she is gradually closing the distance between her and me.
On the first day, it was just a back hug.
And now, in a half-flowing bathrobe, her lips to my fingers.
In just one week, while I had seven dreams, I gradually turned into a perfect superman with a soft impression and a six-pack.
Also, Han Ye-ji was slowly getting lighter and approaching me.
Maybe it was because of her gratitude towards me, the Constellation, that she set her expectations higher and higher.
“Um, why?”
A little clearer eyes stare at me.
I’m not a eunuch, and there’s no reason to kick the table that’s been set.
A suitably sized breastbone was visible through the loosely tied waistband of the bathrobe.
Gently stretch out your hand and raise your palm. A warm body temperature, the sound of a pounding heart.
Before I could even enjoy the feel of her soft breasts, my vision shuddered.
“Uh, huh?”
The world changes again while Han Ye-ji is fooling around.
The drama OST of the kissing scene that was deafening and heard disappears.
What you see in front of you is neither the living room nor the kitchen, but a bedroom you have never seen before.
I was also standing in a shower gown on a large bed with a single mood light on.
A hand grabbing my wrist before even looking around the bedroom. I had no intention of holding on to break the mood, so I followed the lead and lay down on the bed.
I wonder how many points this is for the luxurious texture that softly wraps the whole body…
‘What?’
A Yeji, her face turning bright red, stood stiff as she looked down at me.
That look suddenly reminded me of a mercenary’s pointless joke.
It was something the guy I went out on a food search with grumbled about.
It’s been too long since I spent the night with a girl, so I woke up with a dirty dream and couldn’t remember it.
“What’s the matter?”
“No, uh… I’ll touch you?”
Are you imagining that I am a Constellation only when I suddenly say honorifics or do dirty things?
When a person’s face turns red, he seemed to know why life is said to be like an octopus.
A premonition that seemed to burn red hot, she reached out her hand her stealthily.
Hot fingers digging into her bathrobe and touching her chest and her bare skin her.
Does it prove that the world is reversed between men and women or is it a reflection of her efforts?
The long, slender fingers of her were not as fragile as expected.
Slight calluses and a stiff feel. But it’s a very different feeling than a man’s.
She stands in a huddled posture, nervous enough to hear her swallowing saliva in my ears.
I let her sit on her lap next to me on her back her, gently caressing her breasts her as she pleased.
A red-hot face, swaying eyes busily moving back and forth between my face, chest, and crotch.
While trembling, he caressed her skin, then hurriedly lifted his wrist her, assuming that he had pressed it a little too hard.
Gentle stimulation is good, but I also feel that I have lost a bit of patience because of my long abstinence.
He grabbed the wrist her as he hurriedly ran away.
“Uh, huh?!”
What is the pleasure of touching a flat chest with nothing on it?
Personally, I don’t like having my nipples attacked by a woman, so I lowered her hand down.
Through the gown, toward my towering object.
“Oh, hot… “
As if possessed by her, she muttered as she held onto the pillars of her flesh.
My object, which had shrunk slightly in fear of losing consciousness and gripping it, rises again thanks to her body heat her.
Surprised by the way her blood her was uncontrollable and trembling, she belatedly removed her hand her as if she had been burned.
“Why don’t you touch me more?”
Is the virgin’s shyness mixed with her puberty’s sexuality to create a strange synergistic effect?
Her eyes her were running fast, but her hands her were trembling and she couldn’t even approach me.
He stretched out her arms to her to her figure and hugged her as it was.
“Sir, it’s a constellation… “
“Yes, yes. You are a good kid.”
I pat her on the back of the head, whether it’s a dream effect or I’m also intoxicated by this atmosphere.
The body temperature and smooth skin of someone distinctly different from mine.
I patted the back of her head with excitement, holding back what seemed to be going on with her head.
It’s my body, but it’s a strange feeling that I can’t move on my own.
Ah, as I surrendered to the feeling that this was a dream, an unknown feeling of floating and liberation enveloped me.
In the meantime, Yeji burrows into my bathrobe and buries her face her, exhaling and inhaling her repeatedly.
Over and over again, so that I could clearly feel her breath her on my skin.
“Yeah, was it hard? I endured it well.”
He lowered his right hand that had been patting her and grabbed her ass her as it was. A soft piece of flesh that could be grasped in her hand.
Burying her head in my arms, she gasps and inhales heavily.
That kind of reaction was so cute that I lowered my left hand and wrapped it around her waist.
She squatted her well-shaped buttocks and turned her gaze to her bosom her.
Yeji and her eyes her meet as she passionately presses her naked body against mine, as if her dog in heat is entangled.
All kinds of emotions seem to be swirling in her teary eyes.
The complex eyes mixed with relief, sexual desire, guilt, and longing.
I don’t like the fact that a naked beauty shows these eyes in her arms.
He put his right hand on her buttock her and squeezed it.
As if kneading high-quality flour dough, she squeezes and stretches her hands to move the position little by little, crushing the flesh of her hips.
“Seo, Constellation-nim, Constellation-nim, I’m sorry… “
“Why are you sorry?”
Hearing the clatter of her breath her, she continued to move her hand her, feeling the damp, slimy feel of her fingertips her.
It wasn’t water that the bathrobe hadn’t been able to wipe off. The sticky juice that flowed little by little from the center of her excited heart.
I slipped my fingers into her flesh her, where, of course, the gooey water flowed out.
The hot, sticky flesh of a woman gripping her knuckles her.
I looked down at the crying face of her high school girl and squeezed her bumpy skin on her.
“Hey, you can go once.”
“Ah, ah, sir, Constellation-nim, I’m sorry!”
At the same time as a thin voice came out and a scream came out of her throat.
Her body her in her arms her rips off her gown her and jumps.
Her flesh tightened so tightly that her fingers her could not bleed.
A hot liquid gushing out of her hand her.
Seeing that satisfying response, I scratch my fingers and pull it out, and the world shatters at the same time.
“No, what the fuck?”
In a dizzy world, I wake up.
On the other side of the screen of the studio, Yeji Han is seen holding a wet blanket and underwear in frustration.
