The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 20

Perhaps it was an opportunity. Rather than having the uncontrollable Doha alone at home, I suddenly thought that having at least one guardian in the house would be a gain for me. A person who could stop Doha’s rampage was needed.

“Then, I will come in.”

Jung Taeseok stepped inside the entrance. Doha glared at him with displeased eyes. Jung Taeseok looked around the house. Doeon hurriedly checked his expression, fearing that he might notice the kitchen that had been a mess until just now. Fortunately, he seemed oblivious.

After looking around the interior of the living room once, Jung Taeseok said.

“It is a splendid mansion.”

“…Thank you.”

It was just an old mansion. Just as he was about to feel unnecessarily embarrassed by the frank compliment, Jung Taeseok, who had been looking around the living room, slowly walked toward the kitchen. On one hand, he felt anxious about whether the traces of the intercourse they had shared just moments ago would be discovered. After looking around the kitchen, Jung Taeseok said in a dry tone.

“You two must have been lonely.”

At his words, Doha curled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth and said.

“We didn’t have the time for that, though?”

“Se, Seo Doha…!”

Without realizing it, he wanted to cover Doha’s mouth. Regardless, Doha just shrugged his shoulders up and down.

“When is Dad coming back?”

“He said he will come back three days from now, according to the schedule.”

Three days from now?

Doeon’s pupils rolled from left to right. Three days from now. Three days from now meant Dad would return. It also meant that the deviant acts with Doha could end. But Doha was furrowing his brow as if something did not sit well with him.

“If he’s coming in three days, why bother attaching a watchdog?”

“You must have been worried.”

“Ha, worried? What worry.”

As Doha glared at Jung Taeseok, he subtly narrowed his eyes. And then he looked back and forth between Doeon and Doha.

“You must have been worried about leaving just the two of you in such a large mansion.”

“We’re not seven-year-old kids or anything, so what worry. You’re the type enjoying the fun while clinging to your fiancé.”

Doha bent at the waist and sneered with a face full of conviction, as if there was no way that could be true. Even at the overt mockery, Jung Taeseok maintained an expressionless face and stuck to a calm demeanor.

“So, Manager Jung came all the way here to do things like cooking and cleaning for us?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Pfft, Doha let out a hollow laugh. The attitude of simply yielding and saying yes like that seemed absurd. His eyes naturally emitted a gaze that twisted as if to say he was a snake-like bastard. Between the two on the verge of exploding, Doeon stood there clutching his chest in anxiety.

“Then, prepare some royal short rib braised dish for tomorrow morning. Let me see how good you are at it.”

“Yes. Understood.”

Even as Doha consistently mocked him, Jung Taeseok silently accepted it. That compliant attitude somehow made him pay more attention to his reactions.

But Doeon’s first impression of him, who seemed prudent, was not so bad. After all, he was simply glad that a third party had appeared who could prevent the deviance with Doha.

“……?”

When he opened his eyes, the first thing that assaulted him was darkness. All around was filled with darkness. He was suddenly scared.

Wh-what is this?

Wh-where is this?

Had he been caught in sleep paralysis? He tried moving his hand a little. Seeing how his fingers moved so easily, it was not sleep paralysis.

At that moment, cold and dry air touched the tip of his nose. After that, a damp and humid smell rushed in. It seemed like the smell of mold. Without realizing it, he pinched his nose at the nose-stinging smell.

At the same time, when he lifted his upper body at the hard feeling on his back, he realized that this was not his room.

When had he fallen asleep?

Had his somnambulism relapsed again?

His nerves sharpened tensely. After Jung Taeseok came to the house, he had stayed only in his room and not gone out. He had avoided Doha out of fear that Jung Taeseok might read the subtle atmosphere flowing between him and Doha.

Perhaps Doha had noticed that effort too. He had subtly folded his long eyes and obediently entered his room.

But where was this place?

“Ex-excuse me…? Ah, there’s no one here…?”

He urgently tried to bring out his voice, but all that returned was an empty echo. If there was an echo, it seemed like quite a large space. And it meant an empty space.

He groped the floor with his hand. A cold floor covered in dust that had not been touched by human hands for a long time touched his hand. Dust, mold smell, empty large space….

“…The basement?”

He wondered why he had come down to the basement. The fear of being alone in the pitch-black basement arose. Doeon got up and clung to the wall. He crept along, groping the wall. It was to find the switch that would be on the wall.

At that moment, something caught on his palm. When he pushed up the switch that fit in his hand with a click, incandescent lights turned on, illuminating the dark basement.

“……!”

The basement revealed under the lighting was completely different from what he had imagined. Mirrors were attached to all the walls. Because he had obeyed his mother’s words not to go down to the basement, he had never gone down. So he had no idea that the basement was covered entirely in mirrors like this.

Doeon felt an illusion as if he was being sucked into the mirror. He was standing all around him. In dozens, hundreds of afterimages. It felt like his mind was becoming dazed. He was scared. His whole body trembled faintly.

It was then.

“Hyung.”

He turned his head at the familiar voice. Doha was standing at the entrance of the basement.

“Ho-how did you….”

Then Doha’s expression twisted strangely.

“You left a message saying to come to the basement, hyung.”

“I did?”

“Yeah.”

“I-I didn’t do that….”

A message. He had not done something like sending a message to that guy. Let alone, he did not even know that guy’s phone number.

“Can you show me your phone?”

Doha took out his phone from his pocket. Doeon shook his head, saying it was fine. There was no way. He had woken up in the basement just as suddenly as if he had jolted awake from sleep, so how could he have made an appointment to meet Doha in the basement…. It was impossible.

“Ah, no, I didn’t do that.”

“Yeah, go ahead and deny it like that.”

“…….”

Doha shook his head as if it was ridiculous. If he kept denying it, he worried that his narcolepsy and somnambulism would be discovered, so he could not retort further.

Doha looked around the mirrors attached to the walls once and clicked his tongue.

“It’s creepy. Whose taste is this?”

“I-I don’t know….”

“Was there a pervert among the ancestors?”

“…….”

Doha was staring blatantly at Doeon’s expression as it subtly twisted. When he slyly averted his eyes, Doha strode over and gripped Doeon’s chin with his hand. One of Doha’s eyebrows rose displeasedly.

“You’re thinking the pervert is me right now, aren’t you?”

“Ah, no…!”

When he looked up at Doha with flustered eyes, strange gray pupils looked down at him with a hint of amusement.

“Hyung.”

Doeon blinked in surprise at the voice clearly calling him. When would he get used to the title of hyung? It still felt unfamiliar.

“Wh-why….”

“Did you think I would stop because Jung Taeseok came?”

“Wh-what….”

“If so, you’re mistaken.”

As the dark eyes came closer and closer, Doeon unwittingly closed his eyes gently. Then a small laugh was heard. His fluttering eyelashes lifted wide. Doha was folding his eyes and laughing.

“You know everything, so why pretend.”

Whoosh, heat rose to his face. This kind of teasing was the worst. Doeon rubbed his flushed face with the back of his hand and said.

“I want to go.”

His wrist was gripped tightly. When he tried to shake it off, it wrapped around his hand even tighter.

“Don’t go.”

“……!”

It felt like he was trapped in an inescapable trap. His legs trembled. But Jung Taeseok was in the house. The deviance had to end by this morning.

“L-let go of this, ugh…!”

The hot tongue that thrust into his lips swallowed the next words. The firm tongue sucked hard on the tip of Doeon’s tongue and swept over the roof of his mouth.

“Mmm, uh….”

Doha gripped Doeon’s chin and blew breath into him as if parting his lower lip and sucked hard. As the swollen red lips twitched and parted more, he sucked greedily, pressing the even more melted tongue.

“Hmm, slurp, smack, pop….”

It felt like his brain was melting gooily. It was a kiss that emptied his head completely. When the bumps on the tip of the tongue swept over the sensitive roof of his mouth, his lower abdomen clenched and his rear hole twitched.

“Hmm… slurp….”

Doha, who had been sucking on Doeon’s lips while he dazedly kissed back, slowly pulled away with a lewd face. Then he suddenly thrust his hand into his pants and poked his index finger into the rear hole.

“Hah…!”

“You’re already leaking ass juices profusely.”

Just from the kiss, fluids were surging out. As the long finger jabbed and jabbed at the inner walls, the sticky inner walls clung to the finger with a chewy grip, sucking and clinging as if begging for it to thrust deeper.

“Ha, look at that sucking force. What would you have done if I hadn’t thrust in?”

Squelch, Doha pushed his middle and ring fingers into the hole and jabbed. The bottom, which had barely started closing after the morning sex, stretched open in the shape of the invading fingers.

“Haa, ha, stop, ah, haa…!”

Jab, jab, jab. At the sensation of the long fingers spreading the quivering inner walls and scraping wildly with the nails, Doeon could not come to his senses.

“Do, Doha, th-that, ha, if you do that, no, you can’t….”

A fragment of reason imposed control. Right now, Jung Taeseok was in this mansion. The numerous reflections of himself shining on the mirrors placed all around seemed to scold him to stop.

“But hyung’s hole is saying something else?”