The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 18

Doha was just standing there with his arms crossed, leisurely watching this situation. Tears welled up profusely. The cock, flushed with heat, had turned bright red. It seemed like just a little more would do it, but in this frustrating current situation, as if blocked by a single layer of membrane, the only person who could resolve it was Doha.

“Hngh, h-help me… P-Please….”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Hngh, eung…!”

Dropping tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, Doeon begged. Doha, who had been standing tall like a statue, came behind Doeon and gripped both breasts as if to burst them.

“Aang…! Ah, it hurts…!”

“Our hyung is such a baby. I even have to milk him for him to cum.”

Then, with a fierce grip strength, he began twisting and pressing as if milking, squeezing the nipples firmly. Doeon shook his head roughly and shed tears profusely. Every time he milked the breast with that rough grip, it felt like lightning was striking before his eyes.

“Baby, does it feel good?”

“Ang! Ang! Haang! Haaang!”

The white cock stiffly lifted its head and jerked straight up and down, then soon— spurt— splurt— it drew a long arc and scattered semen. His head went blank for a moment.

“Hic, hic, haak….”

Doeon’s thighs twitched finely. With his eyes unfocused in a daze, Doeon leaned against Doha’s chest area for a while, panting roughly.

“Our baby has grown up so much that he can cum just from nipple masturbation.”

Doha’s mocking voice rang in his ears, but he didn’t even have the leeway to respond. His chest, with the red handprint marks intact, rose and fell steeply.

“Since I helped you cum once, hurry and put on the apron and make the omelet, hyung. The omelet you made back then was delicious.”

Doeon felt like he was about to collapse. His legs were trembling. With his face ripened red, Doeon barely supported himself on the dining table and stood up, lifting the apron. As he draped the apron over his shoulders, the rough fabric scratched painfully against his nipples.

“Eut….”

When he draped it over the other shoulder as well, a long string dangled and swayed behind his back. As he looked at it awkwardly, grabbing the string, Doha clicked his tongue and approached from behind. Afraid of showing his naked buttocks, Doeon waved his hand.

“I-I can do it, d-don’t come…!”

“You don’t even know how to tie the ribbon? You really are a baby.”

“Th-That’s not it, tying it behind the back is hard….”

“I’ll tie it pretty for you.”

Even though he told him not to come, Doha stood close behind his back and eventually took the string in his hand. Swish, swish— the sound of the fabrics rubbing against each other somehow relaxed the tension. Doeon unwittingly closed his eyes slightly from the oncoming drowsiness. When he opened his eyes to the feeling of his waist being lightly cinched, Doha was standing in front of him.

“It suits you well?”

Doeon lowered his chin and examined his front. The shoulder straps were too long, covering down to his nipples. The silhouette of the raised nipples was all too visible over the thin scrap of fabric.

With a bewildered face, he lowered his gaze a bit more. Looking at the lower part embroidered with small floral patterns, the silhouette of his cock was clearly revealed in the center. He didn’t even want to think about the back view. Thinking it would be his naked body tied only with strings made his face distort.

“Smooth out your face, hyung. You’re too pretty.”

“Sh-Shut up…!”

It was unfair that he was suffering this humiliation because the guy had discovered he was a recessive omega. But at present, other than complying with Doha’s demands, there was no sharp way to seal his mouth. He had no choice but to become a doll that did as he was told like this.

“To make an omelet, what do you need? Eggs?”

“Eung….”

“Let’s prepare.”

Doha took out eggs from the refrigerator. He rummaged through the sink cabinet and even found a wide round bowl and a whisk.

“Now, start.”

Doeon let out a small sigh and then quietly brought the eggs placed on the dining table in front of him. He cracked the eggs into the wide round bowl and began whisking with the whisk.

The thought came to him that the round eggs losing their form resembled his current self. Everything had changed since Mom died. He was losing his original form and becoming a jumbled mess.

It was when the eggs were melting like water. From behind, something hard pressed firmly between the mounds of his buttocks. Startled, Doeon turned his head, and Doha was smiling faintly with his gray eyes gleaming.

“Keep going.”

Doeon swallowed dryly and turned his head forward. Doha held Doeon’s both waists and was rubbing his thick front against the split buttocks. The more he rubbed, the volume of the front growing frighteningly made Doeon’s waist bend.

“Eum….”

As Doha thrust his waist against the buttocks, the motion of Doeon’s hand whisking the whisk slowed markedly. It was hard to stand at the sink. Every time he pushed from behind, thump, thump— his stomach bumped against the dining table. The egg mixture seemed completely dissolved too….

“Th-This, h-how long do I have to do it…?”

“Does it seem done?”

“Huh? Eung….”

Doha looked over his shoulder into the bowl and reached out his hand, stirring the egg mixture inside the bowl with his finger. Then, rubbing it on his finger, he opened his mouth in a satisfied tone.

“It seems well done.”

“I-Is it?”

“Yeah. It looks usable for hyung’s pussy.”

“Wh-What….”

Then, before he knew it, a slippery finger thrust— squelch— deep into his rear entrance.

“Hngh…!”

Doeon gritted his teeth. It was as if the reason for beating the eggs was for this, as Doha stirred the finger coated with egg mixture wildly inside the inner walls. Squish, squish— a sticky sound like applying adhesive echoed from below.

“Haah, hngh, st-stop, hng…!”

As the slippery egg mixture was applied inside the wrinkled inner walls, the now chewy inner walls clung elastically to the finger. Doha spread and closed his fingers like scissors, widening the rim of the rear entrance. Doeon wanted to collapse right there from the rising pleasure.

“Haaang… D-Don’t do it, haah…!”

Gush, slick poured from the gap of the hole biting the finger. The yellow egg mixture mixed with the transparent slick, forming a light-colored liquid that flowed down Doha’s wrist.

“Haa, haaa…!”

“Look at the color of that pussy juice. Bitches are different after all.”

Even at Doha’s mockery, Doeon convulsed his waist and let out moans. The sensation of the slippery finger scraping the bumpy pleasure spot was ecstatic. There was no way to stop the gush, gush of slick welling up every time his waist trembled.

“It’s screaming for cock, really….”

“N-No, I don’t, I don’t want it…!”

He had just taken the post-coital contraceptive. But if he had penetrative sex again. Even for a recessive omega, this kind of relation was dangerous.

As Doeon struggled to escape, Doha grabbed his waist firmly with one hand and pressed down. Then— ziiip— he lowered the zipper of his front. Reflexively, he turned his head. Thwack, the springing-out cock had an impressive presence.

The cock, with dark red veins intertwined like tree roots, twitched aggressively as if smelling the pussy and wanting to enter quickly.

“I’m hungry. I’ll feed you breakfast soon, hyung.”

“N-No, I don’t want it, n-nooo…!”

As he aligned the thick glans with the wriggling hole’s entrance, the folds rolled inward, and— squelch— the hole swallowed the glans. By the time the sticky— schlick— sound of being engulfed inside was heard, Doha thrust his waist up— thud— in one go.

“Hwaaaang…!”

Doeon threw his head back, his chin twitching finely. A pleasure like his whole body shattering struck his entire body. Goosebumps rose as the cock tip stamped the pleasure spot, bulging it out. Doeon shuddered his body and shook his limbs as the cock swung.

“J-Just a little, sl-slowly, hng…!”

He couldn’t keep his mind straight from Doha’s fucking. Everywhere the thick glans pressed became a pleasure spot and swelled, sticking together like perfect dough. Slap, slap— the sound of buttocks flesh and hip bones colliding echoed through the kitchen.

“Hoo….”

Doha slowed the speed gradually and pulled back the glans ridge until it caught on the rear entrance folds. The bright red inner flesh trailed out like petals.

The congested mucous membrane clung stubbornly to the side of the cock, glistening like scales. Doha mercilessly thrust the cock back in deeply— thud—. His slender limbs trembled quiveringly.

“Kk, haaaa…!”

The cervical entrance was poked. If the cervical entrance opened like this again. The heat cycle seemed to have passed, so the cervical entrance probably wouldn’t open again, but it was still a dangerous position.

The pleasure was as immense as the danger. His tofu-like buttocks flesh, crushed by the thrusting force, quivered.

Doha did not stop there. He pulled back the long cock shaft until the tip caught on the rear entrance folds again, then— thud— thrust it in with force enough to flatten the buttocks. The mixed opaque liquid of egg mixture and slick splattered everywhere— splatter splatter. Unknowingly, he began to want it deeper, faster.

“Haang… hng… st-stop… p-please…!”

“Huu, then should I go faster?”

“Eung, yes, yes. Hngh….”

Having drawn an inevitable response from Doeon, Doha gathered Doeon’s wrists like reins and held them. Then, putting strength into the cock shaft, he began thrusting it in— thud, thwack. Doeon’s body shook violently.

“Haeng, haah, hng, hngh…!”

The spot the glans stabbed felt like it was catching fire, hot. The bulging pleasure spots seemed to stick to each other on both sides and not separate. The cock tip pounding the narrow innards stabbed the colon. From being stabbed so much, the mushy mucosa softly wrapped Doha’s glans and sucked it— smack smack.

Doeon’s vision turned hazy white from the pleasure. It felt like his body was not his own. The lower part of the apron bulged with the silhouette of the white cock.

Every time Doha stabbed the cervical entrance, the white cock twitched and bounced up.

“Hngh, hngh…! N-Nooo…!”

Doha observed Doeon’s writhing reaction while continuously thrusting the same spot. Recognizing the bumpy silhouette of the apron from the side, he smiled faintly and tightly hugged his waist.

“What should I do with this bitch in heat.”

“N-No, it’s because of you, y-you. Hic…!”

Because of the tight hug around the waist, the tightly fitted cock felt even more vividly. Doha, hugging the slender body, began thrusting his waist up violently. From the barbaric fucking, the innards were mercilessly pounded.

“Haa, de-deeper, haaaang…!”

Doeon’s eyelashes trembled as he bit his curled lips. At the same time, the second semen poured out inside the apron. His head felt empty. From behind, Doha’s sneer at the apron getting sticky with moisture was heard.

“Hngh, eung….”

“Not even a dog, and you’re already done?”

“Th-That’s….”

It was humiliating. Doha chewed on his earlobes, which had instantly ripened bright red. Then— thud— he thrust his waist up savagely. Doeon bit the inside of his cheek until it bled from the cock savagely pounding inside.

“Haah, hngh, s-suddenly, l-like that, hng aa…!”

The cock tip heading deeper, deeper pricked his heart tinglingly. The hand gripping the waist twisted the buttocks flesh and violently pounded the inner walls. White foam bubbled up in Doeon’s perineum.