The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 17

For Doeon, who had never experienced an alpha’s pheromones until now, he had no choice but to believe in the effects of the alpha’s pheromones that Doha was talking about.

“More powerful than pheromones.”

“……?”

Doha placed his hand on Doeon’s thin shoulder. As the palm, still carrying the pheromones, touched him, his body reacted by twitching and trembling.

“It’s the alpha’s seed.”

“…N-No, I don’t want it!”

Doeon shook his head. He had sworn that such a thing would never happen again. Yesterday was clearly an accident. His mother’s ghost had even appeared to scold him. For receiving dirty seed. In front of Doeon, who had a stiffly hardened face, he smiled like a demon of the night.

“Hyung needs to receive a full load in the morning too.”

“N-No. Th-That won’t happen twice…!”

Doeon pushed away his shoulder and escaped from him. He wanted to escape from the sticky nightmare. He wanted to flee from the ghost in the form of a spider. From the monster that was his mother but not his mother.

It was something he must not do, committing such a sin with his younger brother again. But Doha opened his mouth wide without any guilt.

“I happen to have a gift for hyung too.”

“Wh-What gift….”

He opened the sink drawer and took out a dress-like apron embroidered with a floral pattern. It was an H-shaped apron.

“It would be nice if hyung wore this and made an omelet like last time.”

“No!”

Doeon shook his head vigorously. He didn’t want to play along with such pranks. Then Doha took out his cell phone, pressed the keypad, and began to murmur leisurely.

“If you don’t like it, I can’t help it. I’ll have to tell Dad about yesterday. Dad, yesterday I had sex with hyung….”

“Ar-Are you crazy?”

“I’m not kidding. I’ll call right now and tell him. I was already itching to tell him how hyung was when he took my cock.”

The dial tone began to sound. If the connection tone cut off soon and Dad answered the phone. A chill ran down his spine. Was this guy really okay with it? In the end, the one who raised the white flag first was Doeon.

“O-Okay! I-I’ll wear it, that’s all!”

In front of the huffing Doeon, the floral apron was placed. To the eyes that glared discontentedly, Doha pulled up the corners of his mouth with a smirk and smiled.

With a resigned face, Doeon took the floral apron in his hand and let out a sigh. A headache throbbed because of Doha, who was sitting on the dining table chair as if watching a spectacle, with his arms crossed and looking this way. It was just as he lifted the apron to drape it over one shoulder.

“Take off your clothes and wear it.”

“…What?”

“It’s meant to be worn naked. Specially.”

“No….”

Before he could even say no, Doha took out his cell phone and shook it as if to show off.

“Ha….”

Doeon had no choice but to swallow his next words. Swallowing his curses, he placed the apron on one end of the dining table, turned around, and took off his T-shirt. His back, where the guy’s gaze touched, stung.

Doeon took a short breath. Because of the guy, his breathing felt insufficient. Lowering his hazy vision, the bandage he had stuck on his nipple when he left earlier had lost its adhesiveness and was now half-peeled, dangling.

The swollen nipple still showed no sign of subsiding. Doeon glanced at Doha sitting behind him and brought his hand to the dangling bandage on the nipple tip to remove it.

As he slightly peeled off the dangling end, the swollen nipple bounced and spun with a taut, and the tape fell right off. Hngh, at the momentary heat gathering in the nipple, Doeon pursed his lips to hold back a groan.

“What are you doing?”

His shoulders twitching and trembling suspiciously, he was caught immediately. Doeon hurriedly crumpled the tape and dropped it to the floor.

“N-Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, why are you trembling like you got caught stealing?”

Doha, who had been sitting in the chair, thudded over to Doeon’s side. As Doeon crossed his arms in an X to cover his chest and hide the bandage on the other nipple, Doha twisted one eyebrow.

“You’re being shy now? After doing everything.”

“Th-That’s not it….”

Doeon rolled his brown eyes here and there. Who would want to show someone the sight of bandages stuck on their nipples? It was humiliating. Doha looked down at such a Doeon expressionlessly.

With his thick eyelashes lowered and trembling faintly, it clearly looked like he was hiding something. Doha grabbed Doeon’s wrist and pulled with force.

“H-Hey, don’t…!”

“Hmm….”

Doha’s brow furrowed slightly. The slender upper body was mottled with bruises he had left yesterday. The peaks of the chest, rising and falling steeply, were not just swollen but protruded, forming sharp mountain shapes.

Moreover, on the right chest, a bandage was crossed in an X sloppily, but even that had lost its adhesiveness and was dangling, on the verge of falling off soon. Doha reached out and ripped off the tape dangling at the peak’s end with a careless touch— rip—.

“Ahk…!”

Doeon let out a shrill moan. A stinging pleasure gathered around his chest.

“What happened to the other one? Did you lose it somewhere? So careless.”

“I-I didn’t lose it…!”

He had just ripped it off and secretly thrown it on the floor. Doeon, with tears welling up from the pain that felt vaguely like pleasure, protested. It hurt, it should hurt, but the strangely rippling pleasure at the end of the pain made his mood strange.

Doha, staring piercingly at the tautly shaking nipples, gripped both of Doeon’s breasts tightly and kneaded them.

“Hngh…! D-Don’t do that…!”

“Look how swollen they’ve gotten. Did you get pregnant overnight?”

“Don’t say that crap! I-I’m not pregnant!”

Since he had taken the post-coital contraceptive before returning to the mansion, the possibility of pregnancy would converge to zero. It was truly a blessing in disguise that he had taken the post-coital contraceptive in advance.

Doha, who had been kneading the breasts like dough, added strength to his hands and squeezed harder. The swollen pink nipples bulged and protruded through the gaps in his fingers within his grasp.

“Hng, eung…!”

Doeon unwittingly twisted his waist and let out a moan. Doha, with his eyebrows furrowed, lowered his head toward the nipple.

A gleam flashed in his gray eyes, and he stuck out his tongue, gently rolling the raised nipple over his red tongue. As the nipple touched the tongue’s rough surface, a shiver ran from the end of his waist.

“Huu…. D-Don’t, hng ah… aa……!”

Twitching, twitching, Doeon arched his back and threw his head back. Before he knew it, Doeon’s face had ripened red, taking on a rose color.

Doha, savoring his older brother’s face that trembled intermittently from the tongue’s thorough licking, began to gently roll the remaining nipple, which had swollen under the bandage, with his tongue as well.

“Hng, hngh, th-that, hng…!”

Doeon’s nipples had hardened with their cores stiff from arousal. The more he rolled them with his tongue, the more they grew to the size of a pinky nail, ripening freshly.

Doha licked the raised nipple with his tongue and then chewed it roughly with his teeth. The red and taut nipple was crushed between his teeth like ripe fruit flesh. Doha enjoyed the way his brother’s complexion changed moment by moment.

“Huuung, d-don’t, I said, hngh…!”

Then, slowly, Doha’s hand went lower. Panting heavily, Doeon didn’t even realize his pants were being pulled off. Ziiip, the zipper went down, and flop, the pants fell to his ankles.

By then, his white cock was already fully erect with its core hard. Watching the light pink cock twitch upward, Doha chuckled lowly.

“Hyung, want to try going with just nipple masturbation?”

“Hng…?”

Doeon, roasted golden from arousal, lay bare his lower body and half-opened his eyes. Doha, folding his playful gaze, placed Doeon’s hand on that chest.

“Make hyung cum with nipple masturbation.”

“N-No, I can’t, I can’t do it…!”

Doeon freaked out and lowered his hand. It was a part that was humiliating even to brush against, and it hurt. To masturbate by touching such a part… Doeon clenched his molars tightly. Doha smirked bitterly, as if Doeon’s frantic head-shaking was detestable.

“Why can’t you? If you got your cock this hard just from me touching it, draining it should be quick.”

As he pointed to the enlarged white cock, Doeon turned his body away with a humiliated face. Somehow, his body had betrayed his mind again. It had just happened too. Clearly humiliating and embarrassing, but below… blood rushed. Heat boiled.

Doeon had no choice but to admit that he had felt a strange arousal when Doha stimulated his nipples. But he had no confidence to do it with his own hand.

It was utterly pathetic to twist his body while exposing his swollen nipples and twitching genitals, but being able to do nothing but stay silent made it even more frustrating.

“If you’re not going to do it, I won’t watch hyung cum either.”

“Wh-What….”

At that moment, Doha gently closed his eyes. A thick wooden scent spread around, and Doeon’s entire body trembled as his lower abdomen began to itch. Precisely the side where the womb was. The spot on the cervical entrance where the glans had pounded yesterday itched wildly.

“Hngh, st-stop…!”

Instead of calming him, he had released alpha pheromones to induce heat. It was like phantom pain. Similar to the imaginary throbbing that made him crave last night’s fucking all over again.

“Ha, haang…. St-stop…!”

Unconsciously, a gush of slick leaked from the hole. Doha was staring at the trail of slick flowing along the perineum following his fading mind. He wanted to die from the humiliation.

But the greater torment was the pain that seemed to squeeze his lower abdomen. Doeon hugged his stomach and whimpered.

“Hic… O-Okay…! St-stop…!”

He had no choice but to raise the white flag again. In front of a dominant alpha’s pheromones, a recessive omega was a powerless being not even worth an ant under a boot. It was always the recessive omegas who got crushed. As Doeon placed his hand on his chest, Doha also stopped releasing the pheromones he had been pouring out.

“Try it.”

Having been exposed to alpha pheromones, his sensitivity had become even more acute afterward. Just bringing his hand to the reddened nipple brought a stinging pleasure.

“Hngh…!”

Even without touching, as his hand brushed it, the nipple bounced and spun elastically once, showing off its ripened form. Doeon arched his waist and pursed his lips.

“Squeeze it like milking with your thumb and index finger.”

“Hngh, eung….”

Unable to touch it properly, Doha, losing patience, ordered the motion. Doeon swallowed dryly and placed both thumbs and index fingers on his chest, sandwiching the swollen nipple between them.

The nipple, with its core hardened solidly, even felt hot. As he subtly pressed it with his thumb and index finger, his vision blurred. He could hardly stand properly.

“Haa, uung, huuu….”

He grew anxious at the twitching cock. Just a little, just a bit more, and it seemed like it would be enough, but when doing it himself, he couldn’t reach the peak of pleasure. He couldn’t reach it. The wrinkles on the bridge of his nose deepened. While flicking the watery nipple with his middle finger, Doeon turned to look at Doha.

“Hngh, h-help me, Do-Doha….”

“How should I help?”