The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 19

“Huu, if I were a son of a bitch, I’d be a real bastard.”

“Haaah, wai, wait a bit, sl, slowly, haaa…!”

“A son of a bitch who wants to fuck his own hyung.”

Thud, he pressed the tip of the glans forcefully against the deepest point. Haaah, too deep. Doeon twisted his waist and nearly passed out. The tingling sensation made his vision go white.

“A son of a bitch who wants to impregnate his hyung.”

“Pr, pregnancy, no, nooo…!”

Doha growled lowly and suddenly flipped Doeon’s body over, and because of that, the deeply embedded cock slipped out, leaving an empty feeling below. Drip, as the blockage was removed, the overflowing love juices and egg whites suddenly gushed out and fell downward.

Crash-!

Doha shoved the round bowl and whisk that had been on the dining table down under it. The bowl that fell to the floor overturned, spilling all the egg whites he had so painstakingly separated onto the floor.

If he was going to do this, why had he even asked for an omelet to be made? With an exasperated look, Doeon glared at Doha, but then his waist was suddenly lifted into the air and he was laid down on the dining table.

“Hak…!”

Doeon’s appearance, with his thighs spread wide in such a defenseless position, was lascivious. The strings of the apron had slipped down, fully exposing his swollen nipples, and the apron had ridden up, revealing the traces of his rear twitching with every breath.

“Hyung, you’re fucking hot.”

“D, don’t say, things like that…!”

Doha, who had firmly grabbed both of Doeon’s ankles, thrust his erect cock straight into the quivering rear. The glans pierced through without obstruction all the way to the colon.

“Haaaang…!”

Doeon threw his head back and rolled his eyes behind his eyelids. The pleasure that made his breath hitch spread throughout his entire body. Doha, who had drawn a slow circle against the perineum densely covered in thick pubic hair, narrowed his sleepy eyes and wet his lower lip with saliva.

He fixed Doeon’s ankles firmly under his own forearms and then began to pound relentlessly with slaps, thuds, without pause. Doha’s heavy balls, like those of a hydrogen atom, smacked against Doeon’s perineum with thwacks, thuds. The delicate skin turned red as if it would burst.

“Ang! Haang! Haeut! Heung!”

Every time Doha thrust his hips upward with weight, the marble dining table creaked and squeaked along with it. The apron strings had all slipped down, and the swollen nipples stood rigidly toward the ceiling.

“Huu, even the way your tits are perked up is a sight, hyung.”

With a face that said he couldn’t hold back, Doha lowered his head and took the nipple fully into his mouth. The nipple being sucked inside his mouth felt so hot it seemed like it would melt. Doeon heaved his chest and let out a lewd moan.

“Heung, hot, so hot, haaa…!”

The tongue wrapped around the slick, melted flesh in a sticky manner. The nipple, which became increasingly firm with every touch of moisture, seemed to release sweeter juices the more it was sucked.

“Chup, chup, fucking delicious, tsip.”

Doha sucked on the breast ferociously, like a person addicted to the taste. He buried his face in the lumpy breast and sucked on the nipple like candy, hollowing his cheeks.

It really seemed like sweetness was coming from the tiny nipple. If he got pregnant, how sweet would the milk be? He was looking forward to it. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the small piece of flesh that didn’t yet leak milk and sucked greedily with chups, chups, like suction.

“Heung, heu, s, stop…!”

Heat omegas had a slim chance of pregnancy, but the desire to impregnate his own hyung welled up within him. Doha pushed Doeon’s thighs upward and thrust roughly with wet slaps, slaps.

“Haeut, heung, haaa…! S, stop…! No, nooo…!”

On Doeon’s flat stomach, the snake-like silhouette of the cock bulged prominently and then disappeared. Doha, who had been roughly probing inside savagely, suddenly convulsed his thighs for a moment and then sprayed his semen thickly inside.

“Huu….”

It was when he collapsed forward and pressed his body against Doeon’s chest. A clear liquid that wasn’t sticky like semen touched his abdomen.

“……?”

Lifting his upper body at the strange sensation, he saw Doeon breathing raggedly with a flushed face. Something was off. Looking down at his abdomen, there was a pool of clear liquid that wasn’t semen. As he lowered his head to check, Doeon covered his stomach.

“S, sorry, I, I’ll wipe it…!”

“Why, what’s going on.”

Doha brushed away Doeon’s hand. The clear liquid was colorless and odorless, not quite urine. Ah, Doha laughed as if it was absurd.

“Hyung, did you squirt?”

“S, squirt…?”

“The stuff you release when it feels good.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

Thinking back, earlier when his nipple was being sucked, the pleasure had felt so strange it was driving him mad. Doeon’s entire body had tingled with the ecstasy that melted his brain. It was a dangerous pleasure that he felt he couldn’t just leave alone. This clear liquid… was that it…?

“Did it feel good?”

Doha asked in a wet voice.

The feeling.

It didn’t seem like it had felt good….

He turned his head away, trying to hide his face reddened with shame. It would be a lie to say his body, weakened by the pleasure, didn’t feel resentful.

Getting accustomed to pleasure was a dangerous thing. And becoming addicted to that pleasure was too. And developing other feelings for Doha, the source of that pleasure, was also….

-rrr.

At that moment, the bell of the mansion rang. A bell that shouldn’t be ringing. Doeon wondered if it was perhaps his own hallucination and carefully asked Doha. It could be a hallucination stemming from some terrible illness like narcolepsy or sleepwalking.

“Do you hear it?”

“Yeah. I hear it.”

Since Doha could hear it too, it wasn’t a hallucination. Doeon barely felt relieved.

“No one’s supposed to come….”

There was no one who would visit the mansion separately. Since Mom passed away, even Aunt Seonhui no longer came. More than that, their naked selves were the bigger problem. Doeon quickly got up from the dining table.

“Qu, quickly, let’s clean up.”

He hurriedly put on his clothes and cleared the scattered dishes on the floor. Seeing Doeon like that, Doha also began wiping the long-stretched egg whites on the floor with a cloth.

In the meantime, the bell kept ringing anxiously. Doeon and Doha looked at each other and speculated about the uninvited guest. Doeon asked.

“D, did Dad come back?”

“Probably not yet.”

“Then… who is it….”

If it wasn’t Dad, then who would come to this mansion?

“Hyung, stay here. I’ll go out.”

“No.”

Doeon, who had placed the dishes in the sink and checked his clothes, said in a quiet voice.

“I’ll go out. I’m the owner, after all.”

Since he was the owner of this house, it was right for him to go out.

Doeon endured the urge to immediately turn off the persistently ringing bell and advanced toward the entrance one step at a time. His heart felt like it would jump out of his throat.

What if there’s a spider monster beyond the entrance? What if he scolds me again for having relations with my little brother? Such imaginations chained one after another.

Standing in front of the entrance, he took one deep breath and then opened the door. Outside the door stood a man in a black suit, his hair neatly combed back behind his ear.

“Hello, young master.”

“……!”

Young master?

The man bowed his waist politely to greet Doeon. Doeon bowed his head in return and then lifted it. Doeon eyed him suspiciously. Mid-thirties, perhaps? There wasn’t a single wrinkle in the impeccably tailored suit.

“How did you get here…?”

At the cautious voice, he took a business card from his pocket and handed it to Doeon. It was a confident attitude, as if it could prove his identity. The embossed letters on the neat rectangular business card read Teogra, the name of his father’s company.

“I am employed at your father’s company. My name is Jeong Taeseok.”

“D, Dad’s company…?”

Why would someone from Taeoh’s company? As he just stared at him with eyes full of questions, a voice came from behind.

“Dad said he was sending someone to help with household chores, but why is Manager Jeong here?”

“It’s the president’s orders.”

Turning his head at the voice from behind, Doha was standing there. Doha looked at Jeong Taeseok with a twisted smile. Doeon glanced at Jeong Taeseok once and then asked Doha.

“…Do you know him too?”

Doha stared at Jeong Taeseok fixedly and said.

“I know him well.”

“How do you know him?”

“He’s Father’s executive secretary.”

“Secretary?”

“More like his right-hand man than just an executive secretary.”

“Right-hand man…?”

At the words “right-hand man,” Jeong Taeseok bowed his head once more in a short neck bow toward Doeon. Doha, who had crossed his arms, sneered in a tone that still didn’t make sense.

“Manager Jeong, do you know how to clean?”

“I do.”

“And cooking?”

“I know that too, of course.”

Doha let out a hollow laugh, as if astounded by the crisp reply.

“Do you know how to make braised short ribs? My hyung likes braised short ribs.”

He was arbitrarily fabricating and attaching preferences that hadn’t even been asked about. Doeon tapped his arm, but Doha ignored it and asked again, as if hearing Jeong Taeseok’s answer was more important.

“Do you know how to make royal braised short ribs? Huh?”

At the mention of royal braised short ribs, one of Jeong Taeseok’s eyebrows twitched. He let out a short sigh and then replied.

“I will make an effort.”

“Effort alone won’t let you set foot in this mansion. Go back.”

“Do, Doha.”

It wasn’t particularly welcoming to have a stranger enter the mansion, but treating the person sent by his father so rudely at the door didn’t sit well with him either. Doeon grabbed Doha’s arm and said to Jeong Taeseok.

“F, for now, come in….”

“No. Tell him not to come in.”

“Doha… He said Dad sent him….”