The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 10

“I’ll help you.”

“Heup, no, I don’t want to…!”

“Heat is tough, isn’t it.”

The pheromones Doha was emitting were already more than enough to handle. The guy was about to do something beyond imagination. Doeon frantically pulled up his zipper and stretched out both arms, hitting Doha’s shoulders wildly to stop the hand that was reaching for his zipper.

“Wh-what are you doing! Can’t you stop?!”

“Hyung, I’m trying to help you with your heat.”

“Heup, stop it! I said stop! You’re my brother!”

No matter how unbearable the heat cycle was, there were lines that should not be crossed and common sense that must be upheld. He contorted his face, feeling like he wanted to cry. At that, Doha grabbed his thin wrist and pulled Doeon’s chin towards him.

“Then should I tell Dad that you’re a recessive Omega?”

“Th-that’s….”

“I’m trying to help you, hyung.”

“…….”

“You’re struggling right now. Am I wrong?”

“…….”

“I’ll just do some heavy petting.”

“…Heavy petting?”

Doeon, who had lived practically confined to the house, was ignorant about sex, so he didn’t even know the meaning of heavy petting. When he blinked his light-colored eyes and asked back, Doha, who narrowed his eyes as if finding him strange, let out a small sigh.

“I’m just going to touch you.”

“Th-that’s also not, not okay…!”

“Then are you going to stay like this all night?”

“…….”

“I’ll just touch you.”

Would it really be okay if he just touched him? Is that an act that doesn’t cross the line? Reason and instinct fought a fierce battle in his mind.

“Heup, you promise?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to my room.”

In the end, Doeon lost. As soon as Doeon consented, Doha, as if he had received a precious gift, led Doeon to the bed in the guest room where he was staying and sat him down. Doha lowered his head close to the front of Doeon’s pants with a curious gaze. Feeling embarrassed for no reason, he covered his face with the back of his hand.

“Don’t cover your face.”

Doha insisted on making him lower the hand that was covering his face.

“Just getting off once will make you feel better than you do now. Trust me.”

“…….”

He wasn’t used to someone saying such embarrassing things so casually, and just blushed. Long, straight fingers slowly unzipped Doeon’s pants. It felt like his heart was going to explode. It was the first time someone’s touch had reached his lower parts. He had never imagined it would be his brother’s hand.

A straight hand pushed through the front of his pants and pulled out his already erect penis. The penis, with its foreskin pulled back, was soft and pale, with no body hair.

“Hyung, you have a white dick?”

“D-don’t say it like that….”

“It’s fascinating. Cute.”

Doha lowered his face and observed the white dick as if he were looking at a tropical fish in an aquarium. Doeon’s face grew redder and redder, as if it was about to burst.

Strangely enough, the pain that felt like his body was on fire subsided a little when the Alpha’s hand touched him. When Doha grabbed the base and squeezed it tightly, his brow furrowed sharply.

“Hnng….”

Holding the base, he slowly stroked the shaft up. His flat lower abdomen heaved steeply as he panted for breath. When he squeezed the hand holding the shaft tightly with his large palm and then gently scratched the urethral opening with his thumb, Doeon threw his head back and his jaw trembled.

“Heuu…!”

Doha’s eyes, observing Doeon’s pleasure-drenched expression, were colored with amusement. It was both interesting and, in a way, a turn-on to see his always-plain hyung transform in a new way.

To think he was a recessive Omega when I thought he was just a bookish Beta. On top of that, he had a knack for turning on an Alpha, knowingly or unknowingly pretending not to know. The pheromone scent, like a subtle herb fragrance, was also nice.

This just makes me want to tease you more.

Doha cupped the plump testicles in both hands and rapidly stroked the shaft up. Doeon’s eyes, which had been gently closed, flew wide open as if they would pop out.

“Hut, haht…! Huk…!”

Doeon’s back arched as he let out a moan. As if surprised by the sound that came from his own mouth, he clamped his palm over it, but Doha did not slow down the speed of his stroking.

Faster, faster he stroked, until the pale pink glans was enveloped in his hand. Doeon gnashed his molars. It felt as if bright, flashing stars were popping before his eyes.

He surrendered his body to pleasure, arching his back in time with the speed of the stroking. The sensation of the glans’s corona catching on the tips of his curled fingers as he rapidly stroked the shaft up was so good it made him shudder.

“S-stop, hut, s-stop, haht…!”

His body prepared to climax, the tantalizing pleasure that shot through his back like electricity surging all the way to the top of his head. When the glans turned a tingling, blood-red color, Doha squeezed tightly below it with his hand. The pale pink glans pulsed and, with a splurt, splurt, sprayed white fluid.

“Hut! Haa, haa….”

White fluid splattered generously on Doeon’s t-shirt and the side of Doha’s hand. Doeon panted heavily. He felt as if the world was spinning.

But he had definitely said it would get better after getting off once, so why was it even itchier down there? The itching sensation was getting worse and worse.

Get a grip.

He straightened his stiff back and tried to gather his hazy thoughts. Doha wiped the semen from the side of his hand with his finger and asked.

“Was it good?”

“Haa, I-I don’t know….”

The distance was so close he could hear the breath of Doha sitting next to him. For some reason, he felt a sense of shame. Doeon hurriedly pulled up his pants and opened his mouth.

“I-it’s enough now, so I’ll just….”

“Wait.”

“H-huh?”

“Hyung, you have to help me too.”

Help you? He paused in the act of pulling up his pants at the casually thrown words and looked at him.

“…What?”

“I got like this because your pheromones got on me.”

The bulky front of his pants, where his gaze stopped, was making Doeon’s vision swim.

“S-sorry….”

“Is just saying sorry with words enough?”

“Th-then h-how….”

His unconfident voice trailed off. The front of his pants, which entered his downcast vision, was growing larger and larger, making his heart run cold. Yet Doha’s voice did not waver.

“Brothers should help each other. Shouldn’t they?”

“Huh…? Help…?”

“Yeah.”

Brothers should help each other. The words somehow created a sense of obligation. In any case, Doha had helped him. Although one couldn’t say the method was right… he owed Doha. Seeing his seemingly acquiescent expression, Doha drove the point home.

“You just learned it, heavy petting.”

Doha leaned his back against the headboard and slightly spread his thighs. Before the thunderstorm struck, the room was unbearably silent, and he needlessly swallowed dryly.

“Do what I did.”

As if frustrated with Doeon, who was standing there blankly in a state of tension, Doha directly pulled his wrist and placed it, thud, on the front of his pants. Doeon pulled his hand away as if he would faint.

“N-no…!”

“Or I’ll call Dad. I’ll tell him you pretended to be a Beta but were actually a recessive Omega. That you went into heat in front of me.”

Taking his phone out of his pants pocket, Doha began to press the keypad. Gripped by an anxiety that enveloped his whole body, Doeon grabbed his wrist.

“D-don’t do that! O-okay. I-I’ll do it…!”

Doeon had no choice but to bring his hand to the front of Doha’s pants. Just bringing his palm close felt like he could feel a thump, thump pulsation. It was certain that the something wrapped in the fabric was a scary and terrifying thing.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled down the jogger pants and underwear at once. What got caught on the waistband once with a thump, then sprang forward with a thwoong, was something whose weight could be felt from the sound alone.

He slowly opened his eyes into slits. The penis that had risen before his eyes was terrifyingly large, unlike his own. The foreskin, pulled back to reveal a reddish glans, was similar to his, but the shaft below it was grotesque, with a complex tangle of reddish-black blood vessels.

The words fierce and savage fit it perfectly. Doeon unknowingly covered his mouth and held his breath. It was similar in size to his own forearm, which he could see with his gaze lowered. And it got thicker as it went up.

Rumble, crash-!

Lightning struck from the sky as if to remind him that he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing with his brother. His mind jolted back to reality, and Doeon quickly moved back. It felt as if he would be judged at any moment. It felt as if his mother was watching all of this from the mansion’s steeple with blood-red eyes.

“W-we, we s-shouldn’t be, be doing this…!”

“A bit late for that, isn’t it? I even touched yours.”

“Th-that’s….”

Doha sneered coldly at his tear-filled eyes. He knelt on one knee on the bed and pulled Doeon’s waist towards him with a claw-like hand. His slender waist was completely caught in his grip, and Doeon’s forehead was slammed into the bed.

“Ack…!”

“Hyung, that’s what fucking is.”

“L-let go of this…!”

“Something you shouldn’t do, but want to do.”

“…Let go!”

Doeon lifted his face, which was pressed into the bed, and reached his hands back pitifully. But Doha bound his flailing hands behind his back and released his pheromones.

“Something that just has to be done like this.”

“Ahk…!”

“That’s what fucking is.”

Doeon could only collapse forward, feeling an agonizing pain tearing through his lower parts. In front of an Alpha’s pheromones, a recessive Omega was helpless. He resented himself for being unable to move an inch.

Doha pulled down the pants of Doeon, who was panting with his tongue out like a fish out of water, to his ankles. His snow-white thighs, as if glazed, shone palely, reflecting the occasional lightning strikes.

Doha pushed Doeon’s thighs apart with his muscular, firm knees and came in to occupy the space between them. The voluptuous buttocks, with their well-defined cheeks pressed tightly together, filled Doha’s entire field of vision.

He grabbed them with both hands as if to burst them and pulled them further up. The slender body was lifted lightly. When he held the buttocks up and spread them wide apart, a hole was revealed, bubbling with foam tangled like a spiderweb.

Honey-like, viscous slick dripped from the hole, which resembled a carp’s mouth, and trickled down his perineum. It was a feast he wanted to put his mouth to immediately. Doha’s long eyes slanted up sensually.