The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 12

Doha gently rubbed the head of his cock, peeled milky white like a large plum, against the hole that was dripping transparent fluid, its opening stretched in the shape of his own glans, all the way to the perineum. Squish, squish. A lewd sound echoed in his ears. Goosebumps ran down his spine. He whispered chillingly.

“If you say, ‘I want to eat your cock,’ I’ll fuck you.”

“I-I don’t want to…!”

“Then we can stay like this all night.”

“……!”

It was like a bolt from the blue. Doeon trembled and shook his head violently. Doha, letting out a low laugh that rumbled in his thick throat, pressed his thick glans against the hole that was spasming, pucker, pucker, with tension, and teased it with small thrusts, as if he would enter but then wouldn’t. The torment of having only the head of his cock dipped in and then pulled out was more agonizing than death.

“I can play like this all night.”

“St-stop, heup, heut…!”

Splatter, splatter, transparent slick flew in all directions, and blue veins stood out on Doeon’s neck. The pleasure points just inside were being stimulated shallowly, and he couldn’t bear it. His tightly clenched fists dug into his palms.

“Say it. ‘I want to eat your cock-.'”

Doeon just couldn’t stand it anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut and finally opened his mouth.

“I-I want to eat, eat your cock….”

At that moment, Doha, who was gripping both buttocks as if to burst them, thrust his cock into the hole that was stretched open in the shape of his glans all at once. Thud, the head buried itself all the way to the blocking colon in a single push.

“Huaaah…!”

Leaving only Doha’s thick pubic hair behind, the entire formidable shaft was embraced within Doeon’s anus. The inner walls, pierced in one go, convulsed, throb, and clung to the shaft. His alluringly long eyes slowly closed as Doha savored the inside of his brother’s warm pussy.

“Heuk, heuk… heuk….”

While Doeon was convulsing, unable to control his entire body, his eyelids lifted, revealing darkened gray pupils. The nightmare began from that moment.

“Haah, hyung, your inside feels so fucking good.”

“Hek… heuk….”

Doeon couldn’t hear anything. Even with his mouth open, he couldn’t let out a single scream. He was just spasming with his limbs, his ass raised. It felt like his insides had been pierced by a giant club.

He couldn’t come to his senses from the unfamiliar foreign sensation. It felt like he was skewered on a hard skewer of flesh. Or it was a pain as if a giant drill had split him in half from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

As if the desperate sensations from before were just a game, an intense pain that felt like it was crushing his insides was trampling all over Doeon’s inner walls. Doeon flailed his arms backward and begged.

“St-stop… I-I can’t… heup….”

“You said you wanted to eat my cock.”

“Haht…!”

“Then eat it. Gratefully.”

Doha, who had slapped the firm, rice-cake-like buttocks as if pounding mochi, grabbed the soft flesh of the cheeks as if to burst them, then slowly pushed his firm abdominal wall forward, driving the shaft of his cock deeper inside.

“Euht…!”

The thick glans pushed apart the narrow intestines and rushed into the deep valley. His organs were pushed further and further inward. Doeon bit the inside of his cheek until it bled from the stinging and strange pain.

Because his body was tightly curled up, his rear also contracted, and the pressure was clearly felt. Doha, biting his lower lip hard, slowly traced Doeon’s deeply grooved spine and opened his mouth.

“Hoo, are you going to bite off your little brother’s cock? Breathe.”

“Heut, heuu… heuuu….”

Just as Doeon exhaled, heup, he pulled his cock back, and the bright red insides that had been sealed without a gap were pulled out along with it. The inner flesh was just as tender as the outer skin that would stick to the touch.

Doha gently rotated his hips, sealing the point of connection without a gap. The coarse pubic hair rubbed against his perineum. Doeon flinched and clenched his fists tightly.

“Heuu… heup…!”

Tears streamed down and hung from the tip of his nose. Just then, his shoulder was lifted, and a hand came in toward his stomach, and the t-shirt he was wearing was pulled up over the back of his neck. He reflexively turned his head, and Doha was pulling at the hem of his t-shirt.

Doeon shrank his shoulders in shame. But a large hand came in and gripped his perky chest tightly.

“Euht…!”

Doha tilted his head as if he found it strange.

“Why are your tits so big.”

“Heup, wh-what are you doing….”

The softness in his hand was exceptional. Doha tilted his head to the side and pulled Doeon’s chest, which was caught in his hand, to the side to check. Doeon’s chest stretched out long.

“Aht, i-it hurts…!”

“Just a second.”

Doeon didn’t understand what Doha was saying. What did he mean by tits, and what was big. Doeon didn’t know it, but ever since he presented as an omega at fifteen, his chest had grown into a shape that was perky for a man.

Since he always washed alone, he had no one to compare himself to and had never felt anything strange, so Doeon had lived his life without knowing that his body, especially his chest, was different from others.

But in Doha’s eyes, Doeon’s chest wasn’t completely flat, and the flesh was spread out gently, looking perfect for touching. On Doeon’s ample chest, there was a light pink areola the size of a five hundred won coin, and at its peak, a slightly darker, azuki-bean-sized nipple stood erect, making it not at all unreasonable to call it a tit.

“This is a fucking tit.”

The way it stretched elastically the more he squeezed it with his hand was an outline that wouldn’t be strange at all to call a breast. Doha squeezed the perky chest with his hand as if to crush it, as if to make it burst.

“Haht, ht, heuu….”

The soft flesh was mashed in his hard palm, sticking elastically within his grasp. Without realizing it, Doeon was pushing his chest forward and letting out pained moans.

His white cock, which had gone limp with the tension of penetration, was now bobbing its head delicately. A strange pleasure was spreading through his nerve cells with every passing moment.

“Does it feel good when I touch your tits?”

“I-I don’t know, heut…!”

“Seeing you hold back your moans, it must feel good. Better than my cock?”

Doha whispered seductively as he pinched the nipple with his thumb and forefinger and roughly slammed his shaft down into the inner walls. Thrust, thrust. As the thick glans stirred the curved inner wall deep inside the intestines, it felt as if all his nerve endings were being seared by an electric current.

“Haht! Heut, heut…!”

He felt like he would lose his mind from the pleasure of being stimulated from above and below at the same time. His tightly clenched fists slid helplessly down the bed. Doeon panted and stuck his tongue out.

“I asked if it’s better than my cock, hyung.”

Unlike before when he had taken his time to loosen up the hole with his tongue and fingers, he was now mercilessly ramming his shaft inside. Slap, slap. The testicles, like a bull’s balls, pounded against his perineum, causing Doeon’s body to shake forward mercilessly.

Every time the thick glans pressed against his cervix, poke, poke, Doeon’s anxiety grew. Doeon let out whimpering sounds like a puppy and thrashed his head.

“Heut, n-no… haht, it-it doesn’t feel good…!”

“But you have a hard-on?”

Doha used his other hand to grab the white cock, which had become erect at some point. His mind went hazy as it was squeezed in the hot palm as if it were a toy made of clay.

“Heut, st-stop, euht…!”

Doeon couldn’t understand it either. The fact that he had gotten excited on his own from the chest stimulation. Doeon had been upright and innocent, living what others might see as a puritanical life, having never even masturbated on his own.

Therefore, the fact that he could get an erection from chest stimulation was something he first learned through Doha. The reason he was crying was also because of the guilt he felt, wondering if getting an erection from chest stimulation was a bad thing. Although he had already done more than enough bad things.

“I-I was wrooong… heup… heuuu….”

Doeon had no choice but to beg, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. Doha, who had squeezed the white cock until the head turned bright red before releasing the shaft, slowly moved his hand up and slowly swept Doeon’s cleavage.

“It would be a sight to see if you get pregnant, hyung. Milk would come out of here too, wouldn’t it.”

“……!”

“Should I get you pregnant? Should I just knot you?”

“N-no, d-don’t say things like that…!”

Even now, he was anxious about having insertive sex with Doha without a condom. No matter how low the probability of pregnancy was for a recessive omega, just as the words ‘what if’ and ‘just in case’ existed, there was a possibility, even if it was a one percent chance.

Doha twisted the nipple, which had swollen to the size of an azuki bean, with his fingernail. The plump flesh spun around tautly.

“Haht…!”

“Should I get you pregnant before Dad comes?”

Doha readjusted his grip on both of his hips and held him firmly as he drove his shaft in. Doeon’s head shook violently from the force of being pounded inside. His vision turned white.

“Do you want to get pregnant?”

“N-no, I-I don’t want to…!”

“It would be a sight to see how that proud face of his would change if I told him that the second son got the first son, whom he met after nineteen years, pregnant.”

“N-no, haht, heuaht, huaaa…!”

Every time his pale buttocks hit Doha’s hip bones, they crumpled like soft tofu. In the center of the soft flesh that swayed with the rebound, the dark red cock was repeatedly thrusting in and out, swoosh, swoosh, like an eel digging through the mud. Slap, slap, slap, the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh spread around.

Sway, sway. Doeon, who was barely holding on as he was pushed from behind, realized that his white cock, swinging like a pendulum, had become heavy at some point. The head, stained red with pooled blood, was bobbing, filled with strength.

It was then that Doha, who was thrusting in as if to tear his insides apart, thwump, thwump, wrapped his arms tightly around Doeon’s stomach and lifted his upper body slightly.

“Heut…!”

Their bodies were pressed so close that Doeon’s back touched Doha’s chest. Doha held Doeon’s stomach tightly and began to thrust his hips up violently. The hook-like glans squirmed, wriggle, and as it stirred the bent curves, it jabbed sharply at the cervix.

“Huaaah, t-too, deep, deeeep, huaaang…!”

The outline of the round glans momentarily bulged on Doeon’s flat stomach before disappearing. Stars flashed before his eyes.

“Huaaaaah…!”

Doeon rolled his eyes back and opened his mouth wide. A pleasure that felt like his mind was going blank enveloped his entire body. From the tip of his white cock, drip, drop, a thin stream of semen burst out for the third time in an arc.

“Haah, haah, haah….”

Before he could even catch his ragged breath, Doeon had to hear some chilling words.

“Hyung, this time it’s my turn.”

“Haah, w-wait, you’re not planning to do it inside, are you?”

Doeon twisted his body to look back. Burning eyes were staring at the point of their connection. They were beast-like eyes, to a chilling degree. At those terrifying eyes, Doeon trembled and begged.

“N-not inside.”

“What’s not okay.”

“Haht, c-coming, coming inside.”

When Doeon reached his arm out to Doha, he pressed down hard on his waist with his wide palm. Forced to bend his upper body, Doeon’s face was about to be shoved into the bed from the strong pressure.

“Fuck, I told you I’m going to get you pregnant during your heat.”

“Ut…! N-nooo, haht…!”

Doha, gripping both buttock cheeks, began to pound the cervix with his thick glans. Thrust, thrust. Doeon bit the inside of his mouth until it bled.