Chapter 13

His big hands pressed her soft chest together, making her a little uncomfortable and sore. Tae Minhyuk moved his hips, focused and frowning, making the situation even more embarrassing.

His slender, firm waist moved like he was thrusting. The contrast of his dark skin between her pale br*asts looked especially lewd.

‘The smell of s*men.’

It was as if Tae Minhyuk was marking Seo Eunha’s chest as his territory, releasing his desire there.

Even without actual penetration, why did she feel so violated?

She covered her mouth to stifle her m*ans and let her body be moved by his strength. She could feel herself getting wet below, just hoping Tae Minhyuk’s hands wouldn’t reach there.

If he found out, who knew what he might do next.

‘Being taken by his cousin in front of Dohun…’

Just like last time, when she was exposed in front of her father, it was a truly nasty situation. Being taken by another man in front of the one she liked—wasn’t this the kind of trashy plot found in smut novels?

She couldn’t bear to look toward Yeo Dohun, so she turned her head desperately away. At some point, she ended up lying on the floor, her legs curled tightly.

Tae Minhyuk climbed on top of her, continuing his actions. His obsession and focus were almost frightening.

Seo Eunha, eyes squeezed shut and mouth covered, didn’t realize her elbow brushed Yeo Dohun’s shoe as she was rocked by Tae Minhyuk’s rough movements.

* * *

Yeo Dohun’s eyes blinked slowly. Calmly, he took a deep breath, his eyes moving quietly as he assessed the situation before settling on one spot.

Below him, Seo Eunha lay with her top off, chest exposed and eyes shut tight. On top of her, her cousin Tae Minhyuk was moving lewdly, thrusting his member between her br*asts.

Soon, Tae Minhyuk cursed briefly and, reaching cl*max, spilled his s*men. Her already glistening chest looked like this was at least the second time, yet he still released so much.

“Ugh!”

Without manners, he splattered all that s*men onto Seo Eunha’s chest and face. Seo Eunha frowned as she opened her eyes, and Yeo Dohun looked up, staring straight ahead.

“You really…!”

“Wow, Noona, can I go one more time? It feels incredible.”

“Are you crazy? Get lost! There’s a limit to how much I’ll let slide!”

“I don’t need you to let it slide. Hm? You’re so hot right now.”

“Ah, stop! We’ll be back in reality soon!”

Just as Seo Eunha warned, a strange sensation passed through. When she blinked, suddenly they were both back to normal. Seo Eunha let out a low sigh.

Her reflection in the window showed a clean face, with no trace of s*men. She looked a little tired and worn out.

Yeo Dohun glanced at Tae Minhyuk, whose gaze was locked on Seo Eunha. Maybe it was just a continuation of the fantasy he’d just led.

[The next stop is Jeonghwa Station.]

As their stop approached, Seo Eunha, looking exhausted, hurriedly pulled Yeo Dohun’s arm to get off. Tae Minhyuk’s stop was the next one.

As they got off and turned to say goodbye to Tae Minhyuk, Seo Eunha flinched.

“…Why are you getting off here?”

She spoke with the same tone as in the fantasy, sounding annoyed, then realized her mistake. Like last time with Yeo Dohun, she was just too honest.

Still, it wasn’t hard to understand her embarrassment, since he seemed a bit awkward too.

“Just because? I thought I’d walk a station for exercise.”

“Crazy.”

“Huh, why the cursing? Noona, did you get comfortable with me that quickly?”

Seo Eunha pressed her lips together. Tae Minhyuk grinned, saying he’d buy coffee at the café and followed them.

With a disgusted face, Seo Eunha told him to do whatever and walked ahead. Tae Minhyuk followed, looking pleased, until Yeo Dohun grabbed his wrist.

“Why?”

Tae Minhyuk raised his eyebrows irritably. Yeo Dohun instinctively realized it.

That was a look of caution.

“Tae Minhyuk.”

Who was acting so arrogantly now?

“You remember, don’t you?”

At Yeo Dohun’s quiet whisper, Tae Minhyuk’s eyes widened.

***

Seo Eunha was confused.

Fortunately, it seemed Tae Minhyuk didn’t remember what happened in the fantasy. He followed them to the cafe, ordered coffee, and left coolly, despite her tension.

She almost felt silly for being so wary. But the next problem came quickly.

“Senior Eunha.”

Why did Yeo Dohun suddenly get turned on and drag her into his fantasy?!

This time, there was no room for misunderstanding. Seo Eunha was still reeling from what had happened earlier, so she couldn’t have mistaken it.

When Yeo Dohun sidled up and pressed his bulging desire against her backside, Seo Eunha snapped, “Why are you imagining things about me now too?”

Yeo Dohun looked briefly flustered, then quickly answered as if nothing had happened, saying it was only natural to have such fantasies about someone he liked. She couldn’t tell why he’d looked surprised for that split second.

Well, people do have dirty thoughts about those they like! Seo Eunha herself had done it with Yeo Dohun before!

“Stop! Dohun!”

“Why? Minhyuk can, but I can’t?”

“How do you even know about that?!”

Though he’d never seen it, Yeo Dohun rubbed his hardened member between her br*asts, just like Tae Minhyuk!

Unlike Tae Minhyuk, whose member slid easily thanks to the s*men, Yeo Dohun’s pressed directly against her skin, feeling even hotter, harder, and more distinct.

“You did it so openly—how could I not know, Senior?”

‘Did I touch him then?’

Seo Eunha shook her head, thinking it couldn’t be. If she had, he’d have reacted with shock like Tae Minhyuk did at first, or joined in.

She still couldn’t tell where this strange ability would lead next.

Yeo Dohun, as if he’d been watching, splattered his s*men on her chest and face, just like Tae Minhyuk.

When Seo Eunha frowned, he kissed her cheek lovingly, giving a different feeling than Tae Minhyuk.

‘If I don’t feel repulsed by him, I must really like Dohun.’

Even when he did the same thing, Yeo Dohun’s actions made her excited and fluttery. This must be serious.

The problem was, it didn’t end there. For some reason, Yeo Dohun’s fantasies kept going.

When they bumped into each other near the restroom, he forced her to lift a leg and take him even with someone in the men’s room. When she was picking up trash outside, his fantasy had them having s*x right there on the street.

‘Does he really have so many dirty fantasies just because he likes me?’

It was a chaotic day, almost impossible to function normally. She wished she could beg the real Yeo Dohun to stop having so many fantasies about her.

Should she be happy about having a boyfriend candidate with such stamina, or not?

‘If we end up dating… will all these things become real?’

She quickly brushed off the chilling thought. No normal person would actually try outdoor play like this.

Maybe that’s why he does it more in his fantasies…!

“Senior, what’s wrong?”

Yeo Dohun smiled brightly, but Seo Eunha felt a surge of anger. She could barely stand with the sensation of him still inside her so vivid!

She knew she couldn’t get pregnant in a fantasy, so he’d filled her up without hesitation, and she could still feel it overflowing.

“Are you sick?”

His worried expression replaced his smile. Seeing him genuinely care, Seo Eunha felt a pang of guilt for scolding him inwardly.

“No, I’m not sick anywhere.”

Seo Eunha looked away briefly and shook her head. Somehow, the more Yeo Dohun had dirty fantasies about her, the more afraid she became to show her feelings.

He was so gentle in reality!

‘No, even in his fantasies, he’s just as gentle. He’s not violent or a criminal.’

If his subconscious is gentle too, maybe he really would be a good boyfriend. Though he does seem to like outdoor play a bit too much….

“By the way, Minhyuk said he wants to go home with us. He’s coming to the cafe—is that okay?”

“Huh? Why’s he stopping by here? If you have plans, you can meet him and I’ll go home alone.”

“I can’t do that. He said he’s coming to give you something.”

“To me?”

‘When did he ever see me?’

Since the incident on the subway, Tae Minhyuk had stopped by the cafe a few times. She’d always been wary, but he never had any weird fantasies—he just ordered coffee and left.

Still, it was a bit unsettling that he’d insisted on getting her phone number.

‘What does he mean, something to give me?’

Was he planning to give her a gift and confess? She thought innocently, then remembered the l*st in Tae Minhyuk’s eyes and shook her head.

No way. He didn’t have the face of someone that naive. That’s what made her more uneasy.

“Can I just go home alone today?”

“Minhyuk will probably come before closing and wait.”

Bad Tae Minhyuk. Useless Yeo Dohun.

They really were cousins—neither was any help. But Yeo Dohun was innocent, so she let it slide.

Both were perverts who had dirty fantasies as easily as eating a meal.

‘I’m already anxious.’

Seo Eunha hoped her instincts were wrong, but when Tae Minhyuk came in a few hours later, grinning, she gave up hope.

Ah, that guy came here to do something perverted.

“Huh, Noona. What’s with that nasty look? You just saw Minhyuk and had a really rude thought, didn’t you!”

“Don’t refer to yourself in the third person. It makes me nauseous.”

“Haha. I think it’s funny how you only act so prickly with me, Noona.”

She didn’t know why he glanced at Yeo Dohun as he said that. Yeo Dohun, when she turned to look, was smiling as usual.

“What are you giving me?”

“Oh, boring. Did my cousin already tell you?”

“Yeah.”

“Geez. It was supposed to be a surprise, but neither of you have any sense at all.”

Maybe the real problem was that Tae Minhyuk couldn’t read Seo Eunha’s signals that she didn’t want him to come.

“It’s not the best time to take it out now, so I’ll show you later.”

For now, he declared, “I want a coffee!” and she found him annoying. She seriously considered adding three extra espresso shots to the condensed milk latte this delinquent-looking guy ordered.

“Senior Eunha.”

“Yeah?”

“I… never mind, it’s nothing.”

What was he going to say?

When a customer came in, Yeo Dohun put off what he wanted to say and went to work. Seo Eunha watched his back with a puzzled look.

‘Let’s just go with four shots. Yeah, one extra is on the house.’

She saw the customer trying to chat with Yeo Dohun, so Seo Eunha pretended not to notice and carried coffee over to Tae Minhyuk.

He had a good-looking face, and unlike when he was in high school, he wasn’t so blunt anymore, so that kind of attitude didn’t feel so strange.  

She felt jealous, but what could she do? That, too, was a kind of service. Maybe that’s why the CEO had Yeo Dohun stand at the counter.  

“Coffee’s ready.”  

“Oh, you’re bringing it yourself?”  

Tae Minhyuk took the coffee and, without hesitation, took a big sip.  

At the same time, he coughed and quickly pulled the straw away. His gaze shot to Seo Eunha, and she pretended to be busy, acting as if she hadn’t noticed.  

“It’s bitter!”  

“It’s coffee.”  

“Condensed milk latte shouldn’t be bitter!”  

“Well, not every cafe’s coffee tastes the same, Sir.”  

“The condensed milk latte my cousin made last time wasn’t like this.”  

“Oh dear.”  

Seo Eunha put on an exaggeratedly sympathetic face.  

“Lost your sense of taste in just a few days… Maybe you should quit coffee forever? Or better yet, quit all cafe drinks and just stick to water.”  

“So you’re just openly saying you don’t want me coming to the cafe?”  

“There’s no way I’d be rude to a precious customer.”  

“Unbelievable.”  

Tae Minhyuk let out a hollow laugh, as if he found the situation ridiculous but also amusing. He subtly pushed the coffee aside.  

‘Hmm, maybe four shots was too much? Next time, I’d settle for three.’  

“You really treat me badly. Anyone would think you had some grudge against me.”  

Seo Eunha flinched at his words. From his point of view, her attitude must have been confusing.  

‘Was I too harsh?’  

He didn’t know about the fantasies; from his perspective, he’d just tried to get her number and was now being punished, even though she’d said it was okay.  

Feeling like she’d become a petty person, she scratched the back of her neck.  

“I’ll bring you another coffee.”  

She summoned a bit of conscience and said something she didn’t mean, turning to leave, but Tae Minhyuk grabbed her wrist.  

“It’s fine. Aren’t you curious what I wanted to give you?”  

“What is it?”  

Why was he acting like this when she was about to swap out the bitter coffee?  

Seo Eunha, genuinely curious, asked, and Tae Minhyuk gestured for her to come closer. It was the large black bag he always carried.  

Maybe it was something valuable.  

Seo Eunha bent over to look, and her body stiffened. She sensed the strange reaction she’d become familiar with lately.  

This was a sign that someone else’s s*xual fantasy was starting.  

“Ta-da. Surprise.”  

The one starting it was Tae Minhyuk, and inside the bag he proudly opened were adult toys.  

Cat ears and a tail. The tail even looked like a slim, small d*ldo for insertion.  

There was a ribbon for the neck, with a bell attached.  

Seo Eunha’s face went pale. It wasn’t just the look of someone swept into Tae Minhyuk’s fantasy again.  

“You.”  

Seo Eunha pointed at Tae Minhyuk and stepped back, but her wrist was firmly held.  

“…You remembered everything?”  

The gift Tae Minhyuk brought wasn’t from the fantasy—it was from ‘reality.’  

What that meant was so clear that Seo Eunha felt dizzy. She quickly turned her head to look at Yeo Dohun.  

‘No way, Dohun remembers too?’  

Yeo Dohun, frozen in his conversation with the female guest, seemed uninvited into the fantasy.