The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 14

A short scream was barely squeezed out from his slender neck, where blue veins stood out. Thrust, thrust. A moan that sounded like it would break with each pump and pull barely escaped Doeon’s lips.

“Ahheuk, sl-slowly, p-pleaase, heuk, heut…!”

Because he was continuously and rapidly pounding the same spot, the mashed inner walls would wait for the glans to enter, digging a deep hole, and when the glans plunged in, it would open its tight maw, bite down in one go, refuse to let go, and repeatedly suck it in.

Every time he slammed down like driving a stake, the slick that was smeared on like melted whipped cream splattered in all directions, making lewd sounds. Squish, squelch. All Doeon could do was to stretch his hands out to his sides and scratch the sofa.

Even that, his fingernails, wet with the pooled slick, kept slipping, making him realize just how much of a sea of slick the sofa he was lying on had become, and he couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

Splish, splash. As if annoyed by Doeon, who was struggling as if splashing in a puddle of slick, Doha pinned both his hands above his head, lowered his head, and forcefully took the plumply erect nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Haht, haeung…!”

Then, a cry like one he had never uttered before in his life flowed out of his mouth. Doha had thought earlier that Doeon was weak to having his nipples touched by hand, but he was feeling the stimulation of being sucked by mouth even more strongly. Doha raised one corner of his mouth and said.

“Feels good to have your tits sucked?”

“Heup, n-noo, it’s not…!”

“Is that really so.”

Doha smiled sinisterly and, puckering his red lips, sucked on the other nipple as well. The nipple was fiercely sucked into the mucous membrane of his lips.

“Haaat…! Th-there, st-stop…!”

Blood rushed to his lower body, and the anal walls embracing his member contracted and expanded repeatedly. Doha’s long eyes relaxed.

“Hah, shit… hyung, your inside feels so fucking good.”

Suck more. Doha gripped Doeon’s perky breasts in both his hands as if they would burst and began to alternately suck on the light pink nipples and round areolas, taking them into his mouth as if they were a whole flower.

“Haht, haaaat…! N-nooo…!”

Doha sucked on the light pink nipple, glistening with saliva, with his lips, and then bit the tip with his front teeth. Crunch. Doeon threw his chin back and convulsed.

“Haaaaah…!”

“Hoo, every time I suck your tits, the way your pussy tightens is no joke. Where did you learn to be like this? Huh?”

“Heup, I-I didn’t, heup…!”

His white cock, which had been completely limp, also began to increase in volume, growing harder and harder under Doha’s firm abdominal wall. Doeon felt like his mouth was going dry. He felt like he had become the mother of a savage beast.

Slurp- slurp- slurp.

His vision swam as he looked down at the head that was continuously sucking on his chest. Nevertheless, the pleasure from the bizarre sensation of having his chest sucked was taking over his mind to an extent he could not ignore.

He was in a daze, surrendering his body to pleasure. It was then that Doha’s face suddenly came up. A black shadow was staring at him intently. Startled, Doeon tried to turn his head, but Doha was faster.

Doha, who had stuck his tongue out slightly between his red lips, licked Doeon’s lips. Lick. It almost seemed as if he was smiling. His pink lips, wet with saliva, glistened. His darkened eyes did not miss the opportunity to trace the line of his lips.

“Your lips are like a pussy too. A mouth pussy.”

“D-don’t say things like that, eup…!”

In an instant, his lips were devoured. A thick breath rushed in. A firm tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, tracing each of his teeth one by one. His mind was spinning.

“Chyup, chyup….”

The hard tip of his tongue, with its fine papillae, intertwined with Doeon’s. His brain boiled. Doeon panted, his mouth open. Saliva trickled down the corner of his mouth. Doha slowly pulled his lips away and murmured in a low voice.

“I tried to hold back, but hah, I can’t take it anymore.”

“……?”

His panting breath felt close, and then Doha took a bite of his walnut-sized chin and lifted his hips high. A white foam with a sour smell dripped from his shaft.

“Haht…!”

The cap of his glans caught on the entrance of the anus. Doeon wrinkled his nose at the stinging sensation. But he couldn’t look down because his chin was being sucked on. Suck, suck.

The moment was a luxury. Without a moment to think about the strange silence of having his member held, he lowered his hips as if driving a stake, thwump, and deliberately crushed the cervix. As he repeatedly and rapidly pounded the same spot, thrust, thrust, Doeon’s eyes became bloodshot, and his body shot up as if it would explode.

“Haeu, th-there, there, n-noo, haeueut…!”

The capillaries in the whites of his eyes were on the verge of bursting. Doha, who had grabbed the crook of his legs, raised his knees and used the rebound to accelerate his piston-like thrusts.

Doeon’s waist was lifted up, and the sight of his trembling form as the cock that was eating away at his center went in and out was more clearly visible to Doha’s eyes.

“Haeuu, haat, t-too, d-deep, I’m saying, haht…!”

From the way the slick splattered when the member was inserted, with white foam being pulled up to the base, to the way a rich, cream-like slick was generously coated on the glans when it was pulled out, and the way the sticky inner walls, clinging to the shaft of his cock, spread their red inner flesh outside the anus, refusing to let go.

“Shit, hyung, you don’t know how deliciously your pussy eats up my cock… you’d be surprised if you saw it.”

“J-just a little, sl-slower, p-pleaase, heup…!”

Doeon felt like he would lose his mind from Doha’s fast thrusting. The thick, hook-like glans was crushing the colon, piercing the cervix, and was now even nudging the head of his cock against the womb itself. A chill ran down his spine.

Inside and out, he was becoming a mess. Despite Doeon’s plea to go a little slower, Doha did not slow down and, thump, thump, repeatedly slammed his hips down, painfully slapping the trembling buttocks. Slap.

“Haeung… i-it hurts…!”

“You have a bitch’s pussy, and you’re asking me to go slow?”

The lashing was harsh enough to bring tears to the corners of his eyes. The flesh of his buttocks trembled elastically. Doha, gripping the trembling flesh of his ass as if to burst it, kneaded it stickily and then pushed his hips up even higher.

“Euk…!”

Now his knees were lifted so high that they were next to his ears. Doeon, whose body was completely folded in half, curled up tightly. He was scared. If a member was inserted so vertically and mercilessly like this, it was a given that it would poke all the way to his womb.

“I-I was wrong, Do-Doha, I-I was wro, heuk…!”

But it was too late. Doha, gripping his plump, ample buttocks tightly, had begun to thrust in rapidly, putting his weight into it.

“Even without knotting, it looks like your belly will get nice and plump.”

“Haaaah, n-noo, huaaah…!”

Doeon had no choice but to witness with his own two eyes the terrifyingly ferocious member digging into his insides and pulling out, only to rush back in again, from his raised hips in the air. This was not a dream.

The slick boiling over from his anus flowed back down his white cock in a stream. Paradoxically, the resolute white cock was hardening its glans and bobbing.

“Do-Doha, n-no, heuu, heuung…!”

The thick glans that was fiercely thrusting inside finally began to push open the womb with a rip. Doeon’s eyes widened endlessly. The spot being pierced was hot. It was so hot he felt like he would go crazy.

I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t. As his internal organs made way for the invading member, he wrapped his tight inner walls around the shaft that was fucking him savagely and sucked on it. Slap, slap, squish, squish. The wet sounds filled his ears.

At this rate….

A thought flashed through his mind. At this rate, he wouldn’t mind getting pregnant. His mind was filled with the thought that he didn’t care what happened to his body. Huaaah, Doeon opened his mouth and let out a cry. Following that, the glans that was pounding the pleasure point squirmed violently.

“Heek, n-noo…!”

It was the moment he regained his senses at the strange sign of the glans squirming inside.

“Hoo….”

Doha, who had been continuously slamming his member down, thrust, thrust, suddenly flinched his thighs and then collapsed on top of Doeon’s upper body. At the same time, his stomach bulged out, and the outline of the glans appeared and disappeared.

“Haaaaaak…!”

The glans, which had finally pierced the womb above the cervix, gurgled and spewed out a long stream of seed.

“Haeuu….”

Doeon’s white cock, flattened under Doha’s stomach, let out a sharp jolt, and milky fluid spurted out. It was his fourth orgasm. His mind went completely white. A clear liquid, having lost both its color and viscosity, pooled on his stomach and covered his navel.

Doha did not let go of the crook of his legs and, pressing down on the back of his knees, slowly pushed his hips up. It was to make the seed flow deeper inside. It felt as if the overflowing seed inside was making splashing sounds. It was a rather persistent gesture. Doeon’s shoulders trembled.

“N-now, p-please let me go….”

“I’ll let you go when you’ve swallowed all the seed.”

“Th-that’s im-impossible….”

“Why, for what reason.”

“B-because, e-even now, it’s, it’s overflowing….”

The stake-like member was blocking the anus so tightly without a gap that he was barely managing not to spill it. Doeon’s eyebrows drew together as he protested.

Doeon’s face, darkened in color from receiving the seed, looked pale and clear in the light that struck with the lightning. Doha, as if drunk, looked down at that face, then lowered his head and took a full bite of the plumply swollen nipple.

“Haht, d-don’t…!”

“Chyup, if it overflows, I can just give you more seed, chyup, that should work.”

“Whaat? N-noo…!”

Doeon’s brow furrowed as if his eyebrows would touch. But at the sensation of his areola being held in his mouth and toyed with by his tongue, his furrowed brow quickly relaxed.

His knitted eyebrows gently smoothed out, and Doeon breathed heavily at the rising pleasure. The circumference of his chest felt tingly and numb.

Doha chewed on the nipple that was plumping up between his teeth with excitement. Doeon tilted his chin back at the quickly rising pleasure and wiggled his curled toes.

“St-stop…! Haeut…!”

The glistening saliva that had overflowed from the corner of his mouth trickled down to his chest. Doha chewed on the nipple leisurely and gently rotated his hips.

Squish, squish. The shaft, which had been swirling in the ejaculated fluid, once again hardened its core. Not only that. As he chewed on the nipple between his teeth as if breaking a piece of candy, Doeon, too, was getting his white cock erect again.

“Haht, i-it hurts, haeut…!”

Pfft, Doha sneered, grabbed the base of Doeon’s white cock, stroked it up, and taunted him. Hot blood immediately rushed to the glans.

“You say stop, but where did you learn to get your cock hard?”

“Th-that’s…!”

“You’re getting your hairless dick hard because you want to take more cock.”

“N-no…! N-noo, heung…!”

Doha, who had narrowed his gray eyes, gripped the firmly swollen flesh tightly and sucked on the tits.

“Haeu, hahtheung… heung…!”

He thought it was a pussy he would fuck once and be done with, but he never got tired of it, no matter how much he had it. His hyung’s body was sweet, no matter how much he sucked on it.

Pressing down firmly on his slender legs, his firm hips, which formed a bronze ridge, began to pound again, focusing on the center as if to split the ample buttocks. Thrust, thrust. Every time he drove into the center, the white slick overflowed and even splattered. Sploosh, squirt.

“Heut, heut, deep, too deep, n-noo, heut, heung…!”

At the pleasure that felt like his flesh was melting, Doeon let out a cry that sounded like it would break. The night of corruption did not seem like it would end easily.