The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 15

When he came to his senses, his entire body was covered in sweat. Like someone who had woken up from a terrible nightmare, Doeon blinked his dazed eyes.

As his vision gradually came into focus, a familiar space came into view. The mahogany bed. The door leading out to the second-floor terrace. The curve of the bed that was deeply sunken in on one side. Even the faint pheromone scent similar to the aroma of dried rose petals.

It was his mother’s room.

When had he come to his mother’s room?

Had his sleepwalking manifested again?

Perhaps with the arrival of his heat cycle, another symptom had come upon him. After all, he was as unlucky as his mother had said.

With his eyes wide in bewilderment, Doeon blankly turned his head toward the arched window. The thunderstorm that had been splitting the sky had already stopped at some point, and a blue dawn was arriving.

He rubbed his temples and tried to recall his memories from the night before. Last night, he had mingled his body with Doha’s over and over again. So many times that it was hard to count. Then, exhausted, he had passed out first….

Only then did Doeon lower his gaze. And then he startled in shock. He was completely naked, wearing nothing at all. At the same time, a muscle ache that wrapped around his entire body surged up.

“Ugh….”

He bit his lip and, even though there was no one watching, crossed his arms to cover his swollen and spot-covered chest.

Doha was probably deep in sleep. It seemed his sleepwalking had manifested only for him, bringing him to his mother’s room. The bluish dawn, with the surroundings still dim and dark, felt strangely chilly in a bizarre way.

Rather than staying like this, he needed to hurry back to his own room.

Feeling a chill run down his spine for some reason, Doeon rubbed his shoulders and turned his back toward the door. It was as he was about to leave the room.

Crack.

At that moment, the sound of something being stepped on rang out. Doeon reflexively turned his head.

“…….”

There was nothing. Nothing but the landscape of the dawn as daybreak began to brighten. The room, without its owner, remained as quietly still as ever. He thought it must have been the sound of the old wooden window frame absorbing moisture and turned his head back again.

Crack, crack, crack….

The bizarre sounds that followed one after another gripped his ankle. Unable to ignore the noise, Doeon stopped in his tracks and turned around. A chill ran through him, but a sense of duty to check compelled his body to turn.

“…….”

He narrowed his eyes and focused on the sound. Listening closely to the cracking noise, he realized it was coming precisely from under the bed.

With a reluctant expression, he approached the bed side. It was a bed that had been used since his grandfather’s time, so he reasoned to himself that it must be the sound of the wooden frame, which had absorbed moisture, twisting, and with a sticky feeling, he bent his knees and lowered his head under the bed. It was then.

Whoosh— patter patter patter—.

“Eek…!”

What was that? What was it?

A four-legged creature, with its head twisted, was quickly crawling out from under the bed, extending its limbs with a whoosh whoosh. Doeon was so startled that he nearly fainted, his entire body trembling as he flipped his body backward.

Crack, crack….

The spider-like creature that spun its long hair around while turning its head 360 degrees had a black face that looked as if it had been burned by fire.

“Wh-what…!”

He doubted his own eyes. Doubting whether what he was seeing was an illusion, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand several times.

The monster gaped open its mouth, which was half the size of its face, and growled in a voice heavier than pitch black.

[Do…eon…ah….]

Doeon pursed his lips. Doeon? What? The monster had called his name exactly. Frowning, he stared at the monster. The monster’s bluish gaze felt somehow familiar. It resembled someone. The neurotic gaze unique to someone who had been ill for a long time.

“……!”

In that short moment, tears welled up in his eyes. It was because he saw the ghost of the dead in that monster, which spun its black hair around and chanted the same words like a spell.

Its true form was….

“M-Mom…? Is that you, Mom…?”

The ghost chanted like a spell.

[The… mansion… must… be… protected…. The… mansion….]

“I-I’m sorry, Mom…. I-I tried to protect it….”

According to what Doha had said, his father was going to bring his fiancée, sell off this mansion, and send him far away. It was the mansion his mother cherished. So, was his mother unable to leave the mansion and was protecting it even as a ghost….

[The… mansion… was not… protected… and you only… received… dirty… seed….]

Its eyes, slanted thinly to the side, gleamed sharply, then persistently stared at Doeon’s lower body. His thighs, sticky with all sorts of bodily fluids, were exposed defenselessly. Doeon hurriedly pressed his spread thighs together.

“Th-the heat suddenly came… it was an accident…. It was an accident, that…!”

[Do you… know… what happens… if you receive… your brother’s seed…?]

He felt wronged. Doeon’s eyebrows twitched and crumpled. It had not been his will. He had clearly said no, that he didn’t want to….

“I-I said no, I don’t want to, but Do-Doha forced it… I-It’s true…!”

The ghost, which stepped its legs—abundant with tentacles like those of spiders and insects— with a poke, poke, thrust its head between his groin and sniffed with a sniff, sniff.

[Is that… really… true…….]

“I-I’m sorry, Mom, I’m sorry…! Please forgive me…!”

Toward the end, he had become intoxicated with pleasure himself and clung to Doha, letting out moans. Doeon squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his upper body back. Tears streamed continuously from his eyes. A unique scent, like the smell of pine resin, emanated from the ghost. The ghost growled the same words like a spell once more.

[If you… conceive…… If you… conceive…….]

Conceive?

The ghost, which had been growling the same words without finishing the rest, fell silent. Doeon cautiously opened his tightly shut eyes.

“M-Mom…?”

As if it had never been there from the beginning, the ghost had vanished. Huh, where did it go? He whipped his head around. Outside the window, the sky was beginning to lighten with the first signs of dawn.

Was it a dream? Had he briefly had a nightmare?

He blinked his eyelashes, heavy and wet with tears. It felt as if he had dreamed for a moment or been entranced. At that moment, feeling a sticky sensation below, he lowered his face.

“Ugh….”

Because he had fallen backward, the seed that Doha had ejaculated inside was flowing down along his thighs. He didn’t know how many times he had received the seed last night. After passing out, he hadn’t even been aware of the number of times. In that instant, nausea welled up.

[The… mansion… was not… protected… and you only… received… dirty… seed….]

His mother’s ghost’s eerie muttering voice did not fade away. As his mother had said, it was dirty seed. Seed received through incest. The thought struck him that he needed to remove the dirty seed immediately.

He left his mother’s room and entered his own room on the second floor. Then, he went into the bathroom attached to the room and turned on the shower water. He let the strong stream hit him as if shaking off the nightmare. Transparent water droplets flowed down his body, which was as white as if it had been glazed.

Splashhhh—.

“Eut…!”

Standing under the shower and being hit by the cold water droplets, his plump, swollen nipples stung from the stimulation. Looking in the mirror, his entire chest was filled with congestion.

“What the hell is this….”

On top of that, the nipples had been chewed roughly and were swollen to the thickness of a little finger. Doeon, stunned, cooled his flushed face with the cold water.

The most urgent problem was the seed inside his hole. Doeon stretched his hand backward and aimed his index finger at the hole. He was even afraid to easily bring his finger close. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gently pressed the tip of his finger against the folds of the entrance.

“Hngh….”

His lips suddenly convulsed. The entrance, which was usually tightly closed, was raggedly gaping open. This had never happened before. He feared his body, deformed from the monstrous fucking.

The secret place that no one should see, which normally had no room for even one finger to enter, was gaping its mouth so much that he could feel it gaping and swallowing the outside air with every breath he took.

That gap was so unfamiliar that it brought tears to his eyes, and trembling, Doeon finally hooked his index finger at the entrance. When he hooked his finger at the hole and pulled it to the side, with a gush, gush, the seed that had pooled inside began pouring out in thick clumps.

The white, mucous-like seed swirled into the drain and disappeared, continuing to come out even as Doeon stood under the shower, turning blue from the cold water. But Doeon didn’t even notice the cold.

The ghost had said “conceive.” It had vanished without finishing the rest, so he hadn’t heard the end, but he knew that “conceive” meant to become pregnant with a child.

It was something that must not happen between blood brothers—impregnating and becoming pregnant. It went against morals and common sense. He had learned that from books, and from the beginning, he was not such a depraved person. That was why his mother’s ghost had appeared, perhaps.

To reprimand him for not thinking of protecting the mansion and instead falling into carnal desire. To prevent him from possibly having a child with his brother.

Doha had mentioned that the chances of pregnancy for a recessive omega were slim and that it would be fine, but he was still anxious. The fact that he had suddenly woken up in his mother’s room was also worrisome.

‘I need to go see Dr. Kang.’

He needed to go see Dr. Kang and get prescriptions for narcolepsy and sleepwalking, as well as heat cycle suppressants and post-coital contraceptives.

Doeon turned off the faucet once no more traces of the white mucous-like substance were visible in the drain. His transparent naked body, cooled under the cold water, was pale white, with no red except for the areolas in the centers of his raised chest and the peaks at their centers, bruised from where Doha had bitten and sucked.

“Eung…! Ah, it hurts….”

As Doeon was wiping off the water with a towel, he accidentally brushed his nipple and felt a stinging pain. The plumply swollen nipples and the areolas, gnawed and bruised by Doha, had become so sensitive that it seemed difficult to put on a T-shirt like this.

With no other choice, Doeon opened the drawer, took out some bandages, and stood in front of the mirror. He cut the bandage into an X shape and crossed it over the taut nipple. He did the same to the other side, applying the bandage in an X shape.

“To think I have to do something like this….”

But if he didn’t, it hurt every time it brushed against something, so there was no other way. He no longer had time to lament his situation. He needed to go see Dr. Kang before Doha woke up.

He tiptoed quietly down to the first floor. Glancing toward the guest room, the door was wide open as if he had left it that way.

Doha was deep in sleep, lying naked with his broad back turned, his shoulder blades rising and falling gently at intervals. Doeon slipped out the front door like a mouse.

Dr. Kang’s hospital was in the city. The hospital, carrying an air of solitude befitting the elderly doctor himself, was so quiet that one could hear the sound of swallowing saliva. Doeon waited anxiously for his name to be called.

At the desk nurse’s call, Doeon scurried into the examination room like a puppy and sat in the chair, immediately extending his hand to Dr. Kang.

“I heard about your mother. May she rest in peace.”

As he measured the pheromone concentration with a blood draw tip, Dr. Kang expressed simple condolences regarding his mother’s obituary. It seemed that Aunt Seonhui had sent the obituary news via group text to the few contacts saved in his mother’s phone.

“Thank you….”

Doeon replied with a stiff expression. He wanted to quickly get the suppressant prescribed to calm his wildly fluctuating pheromones. He feared that the merciless first experience from last night might have changed him.

He watched Dr. Kang’s reaction while waiting for the measurement to finish. The “measuring” hold indicator was blinking. Pushing up his slipped-down glasses, he threw a dry question at Doeon as if inquiring about his well-being.

“How has the narcolepsy been lately? No symptoms like sleep coming on suddenly or waking up after wandering around at night?”

Should he tell Dr. Kang about waking up in his mother’s room last night? About the spider monster he had seen under the bed. About how that spider monster had looked like his mother.