The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 11

“Shit, hyung, were you always this wet?”

“Let, let go… P-please….”

Doeon pleaded with a voice that sounded like it would break at any moment. It was embarrassing and shameful. To think that the first thing he was showing his younger brother, a brother he had met for the first time in nineteen years, was his rear end. He wanted to die.

For his heat cycle to start at this very moment. It was pathetic. Yet, it was strange how his heart was pounding. He wished that the misguided desire boiling up inside him wasn’t his own.

Even though he knew Doha was watching from behind, a gush of slick surged from inside his hole, shamelessly drawing Doha’s gaze with its slow trajectory.

“Fuck, how is your hole even light pink.”

“St-stop, let, let go, p-please….”

The hole, tinged with a faint pink hue, puckered open and closed as it dribbled out transparent slick, as if it were urging to be fed something. Unlike its owner, it was of a lewd nature.

Doha grabbed the flesh of his buttocks and pulled them tighter to each side. Thanks to that, the wrinkles of the hole were stretched flat, and the hole was stretched taut. Then, a black mole that hadn’t been clearly visible when it was wrinkled came into view. Doha squinted one eye and said.

“Ha, there’s a mole here.”

“Hngh, what…?”

“I said there’s a mole next to your pussy.”

“D-don’t say it like that…!”

“They say having a mole on your pussy means you’re lewd.”

As if possessed, Doha lowered his face toward the pussy mole. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked it. slurp. As the soft tongue touched him, Doeon’s back arched and he flinched in shock.

“Wh-what are you doing…!”

“I kissed your pussy mole.”

“D-don’t do that…!”

“From now on, this is mine.”

Doha opened his mouth wide and began to suck powerfully on the pussy mole next to the hole. slurp, slurp. Doeon’s face went slack. He felt like he was losing his mind. The area being sucked felt like it was burning hot.

“Huaah, heut, haaang…!”

Doeon bucked his hips, tilted his head back, and his eyes rolled back. Doha, who was holding the wrinkles of the hole wide open with his thumb, persistently licked the pussy mole with the tip of his tongue before raising his tongue and subtly inserting the tip into the hole next to it. Doeon’s thighs trembled as if he were convulsing.

“Hnngh… wh-what are you…! St-stop…!”

It felt like something had gone in and out. When Doeon turned his head to look back, Doha, who had been burying his head behind him, glanced up, met his gaze with his gray eyes, and smiled brightly.

“Hyung, your hole tastes fucking delicious.”

Doeon flinched, goosebumps rising on his skin. It was because he couldn’t feel any guilt in that fresh smile. The guilt was entirely his own. The despair of having been corrupted. The shattered remnants of his morality were a difficult problem he had to clean up all by himself.

He was afraid. Despite the fear, the incubus called pleasure, which had taken control of him to an extent he could not ignore, made him anticipate that sinful tongue once more. Tears fell from his tightly shut eyes.

Doha whispered wickedly to his light pink hole, which had darkened from being sucked on.

“Hyung, you’ve been sleeping around, haven’t you.”

“Heup, n-no…!”

“Really?”

“Eung…!”

“I find that hard to believe.”

Just his whispering made the pit of his stomach tingle, driving him crazy. He wished he would put something inside. Even the tip of his tongue like before…. Unaware of Doeon’s thoughts, Doha whispered obscenely. Doeon couldn’t stop his hole from quivering at Doha’s breath.

“Look at this. You have been sleeping around.”

“Heup, n-no…! I haven’t…!”

Doeon answered, on the verge of tears. It was agonizing. He bucked his hips and shook his head. Gush, gush, slick poured out from inside him like crazy. His mind was hazy. The hole that Doha was pulling taut with both thumbs began to ache with a stinging pain. Then, an indifferent voice was heard from behind.

“Shall we find out?”

“U-ungh…!”

As soon as Doeon’s permission was given, three fingers thrust into his hole at once. He had produced so much slick that wet squelching sounds instantly spread from below.

“Uwaaah…!”

Doha curled his hand and, with his fingers straight, pumped them quickly. Doeon curled his slender stomach and shook his head violently. The tantalized inner walls clung to Doha’s fingers and wouldn’t let go. The bumpy pleasure points got caught under Doha’s fingernails. Clear tears fell drop by drop from Doeon’s eyes.

“St-stop… haeu…!”

Squish, squish. A flood of slick burst out, flowing down Doha’s wrist. He pumped his hand rapidly, as if intending to push it in up to his wrist. Doeon’s waist bent into a half-moon shape as he panted for breath.

“Shit, you’re not a virgin when you gush slick just from having something long put inside you?”

“Heuk, n-no, st-stop, p-please, heuk…!”

It was understandable why he would misunderstand. Doeon’s insides were cozy with a moderately warm temperature. It wrapped warmly around the fingers and sucked on them.

On top of that, the tightening sensation that grew with each in-and-out movement felt so good it was impossible to describe with words. The sensitive inner walls that gushed slick at the slightest touch also played a part.

“If you’re not deliberately acting cheap.”

Doha dug his nails in and scratched the inner walls. The fine wrinkles of the inner walls were wedged between his nails. Doha scraped those fine wrinkles relentlessly.

“Hahk, haak…!”

Doeon cried out as he straightened his back. From the tip of his fully erect white cock, a milky fluid shot out in an arc. White specks of fluid dripped down, dotting the far left side of the bed.

“Were you a slut from the beginning?”

“Heuk, heut, heek, heuu….”

Doeon’s entire body convulsed. It was his second orgasm. His vision blurred white. But even after coming, the inside still felt itchy. He desperately wanted something to spread his legs and fill his insides.

Splish, splosh. Doha, who had been helping his hyung with his aftercare by slowly rotating his hand, slowly pulled it out. Thanks to the slick, not only his wrist but his elbow was also thoroughly soaked.

He brought his hand, drenched with slick, to his own rigidly erect member and stroked it from the base up. The sticky, transparent slick made the formidable shaft glisten.

Doha meticulously coated the shaft and the head of his cock with slick. Even while applying the slick, his eyes were fixed on his hyung’s hole, which he held wide open with his other hand.

Slosh, slosh. He cupped the mushroom-shaped head with his palm, which was thickly coated with slick. The pouting, bright red, raised oval of an anus, which looked like a fish’s mouth, flared with every breath Doeon exhaled. Seeing this, Doha licked his lips and swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Doeon felt uneasy at the wet, slapping sounds coming from behind. Growing more and more exhausted, Doeon turned his head, and his eyes fell on Doha’s firm upper body, who had crossed his arms and pulled off his t-shirt.

“……!”

Broad shoulders, deep collarbones, and an abdominal wall finely chiseled with muscle. He felt like he would be overwhelmed by a body so starkly different from his own, which was just a thin layer of flesh over slender bones. Awe, followed by fear, arose. Doeon curled his body up like prey hiding from a predator.

But at a distance where a hand could reach, such a gesture was meaningless. Doha, who had let him do as he pleased, let out a deflating sound and chuckled, then suddenly grabbed Doeon’s waist and flipped him over in one motion.

Sharp, upturned gray eyes were looking down at him at a ninety-degree angle, smiling. With his waist held fast, Doeon flailed his limbs.

“L-let go of me…!”

“I want to do it while looking at your face.”

“I-I don’t want to…! D-don’t…!”

“You prefer doing it like a dog? Then we’ll do it that way.”

“Heuk…!”

Doha, who had replied in a dry tone, once again twisted Doeon’s waist to the side. His vision spun around. It felt like the world was spinning.

The dizziness was brief. The hand that had been kneading his ass as if it were dough pulled one buttock cheek and lifted his hips up.

“Ah, aht…!”

At the unfamiliar sensation of something thick and hot touching him from below, his lower body clenched and he spasmed as if having a seizure. That guy was planning to go all the way. Doeon let out a shrill voice.

“D-don’t, p-please, I’m begging you…!”

“You said you wanted to a minute ago.”

“Th-that, that was….”

It was frottage. He had only intended to engage in frottage. Frottage and what that guy was trying to do now were different. But he didn’t have the skill to explain that. Both were clearly wrong things to do with his younger brother, things that crossed the line.

While Doeon was on the verge of tears, Doha pulled his contracted buttocks wide apart again and pressed in close behind him like a black statue.

If they crossed the line like this, if it came to that, it could lead to a result he didn’t even want to imagine. Doeon turned back and pleaded. His sharp chin was trembling uncontrollably.

“N-no… I’m in, I’m in heat… I-I could get pregnant… I’m saying I could get pregnant…!”

At that, Doha replied calmly, in a tone that suggested it was no big deal.

“I know. Hyung.”

“I-if you know, then, then stop…! Heup….”

“You also know that recessive omegas have a low chance of getting pregnant. For a recessive, your dreams are big.”

“B-but still…!”

“I’m not going to knot, so wake up from your dream.”

Doeon couldn’t say anything back to the contemptuous tone. During the moment Doeon’s body had briefly stopped resisting, Doha didn’t miss the opportunity and pulled one buttock cheek as far as it would go to the other side.

“D-don’t, p-please, haeuuk…!”

He grabbed the thick base and aligned the head with the hole, which was drenched with pussy slick. The puckering anus, upon smelling the cock, momentarily froze. As he put strength into his hips and pressed the head down firmly, the tautly stretched anus sucked in the head and swallowed it.

“Heut… heuu….”

Doeon rubbed his cheek against the bedsheet, enduring the unfamiliar foreign sensation. It felt as if all his nerve endings were shriveling up. The tips of his fingers and toes curled, and it felt like even his hair was being frizzled by electricity.

Just a little, if it entered just a little more, it felt like it would press down on a spot deep inside and crush it. But cruelly, Doha pulled the base out with a thwump. The mushroom cap of the head caught painfully on the anus.

“Haht…!”

Doeon trembled, his limbs splayed like a crushed frog. Doha once again aligned the thick head with the hole and repeated the motion of inserting only the cap and pulling back out. The desperate anus burst with a flood of slick. The slick that flowed down his perineum dripped and pooled on the bed.

Doeon felt like he was going to cry. He was becoming desperate on his own. He felt like he would go crazy from the itchiness inside. Because he kept stimulating only the shallow parts and then pulling out, it was just itchy, and the inside was driving him mad.

With teardrops clinging to the corners of his eyes, he scratched at the innocent bedsheet with his fingernails. Doha, who held the buttock cheek wide open with his thumb, once again grabbed the base and leisurely dipped only the mushroom cap inside before pulling back. Unable to bear it any longer, Doeon followed the thrusts, pushing his hips back in a writhing motion.

Watching Doeon anxiously quiver his ass, Doha burst out laughing as if it were absurd.

“Hyung, be honest. You want to get pregnant, don’t you.”

“N-no… heup…!”

“What do you mean no, you’re dying to taste my cock.”

“N-no, heut…!”

In truth, he felt like he would go crazy from the itchiness inside. It felt as if the inside was going wild with a strange pruritus. He wanted to grab that part roughly and scratch it hard. He wished he would be pounded with something like a thick club. It was that agonizing.

“Haaa….”