The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 22

Smack, the pale buttock flesh was struck. Along the quivering flesh that melted like soft tofu, copious ass juices splattered everywhere.

“Hah…! Ah, it hurts…!”

Doeon arched his back with a face flushed bright red. It was too hot. The cock pulsing in the palm was hot and enormous.

He felt like he could never put it inside himself with his own hand. On the other hand, the greedy rear that craved the cock was making a fuss, demanding the cock quickly.

In the end, he squeezed his eyes shut tight and pulled the hand gripping the base of the cock with force. Then he felt the plump glans catching on the hole wrinkles.

“Hng….”

He panted until his stomach hollowed out. With his buttocks raised toward Doha, he slowly inserted the firm cock base into the twitching rear.

Suck, with his stomach concaved, the wrinkled hole wrinkles rolled inward and swallowed the thick glans.

“Haaa… You, too thi-thick….”

But perhaps the angle was wrong, as the tight interior caught, and only the glans head barely entered. When it caught, Doeon twisted his waist back and forth and arched his back, not knowing what to do.

“Haa, ugh, Do, Doha, ple-please….”

“Tsk, even when given, you cannot eat it properly.”

Doeon, with the thick glans head precariously hooked on the hole and twisting his body, was a sight to behold. Doha, who had been looking down at him expressionlessly in his distress, asked.

“How should I help you.”

“You, you put it in… Qu-quickly….”

“Put it in?”

“Qu-quickly….”

“Like this?”

Grabbing both of Doeon’s waists firmly, he thrust his hips up in one go with a smack.

“Hak, haaa…!”

The glans plunged straight into the narrow colon. His vision flashed white. It was a pleasure that made his reason flee. Doha lowered the hands gripping his waists and clutched the butt cheeks as if to tear them off, then thrust his hips up with thuds, thuds. The tender buttock flesh stretched as if it would rip.

“Ahng! Haang! Hah! Mmm!”

Haa, so full. At the feeling of the interior being filled tight, he felt an indescribable fullness. The sensation of the cock pushing his insides upward and occupying the space was eerie yet overwhelming, making him want to cry.

The sticky inner walls clung to the cock shaft chewy and wrapped it tightly, pulling it deeper. The hot ass juices warmly enveloped the cock shaft and heightened the sensitivity.

“Hng, you, too de-deep…!”

The angle thrusting in from behind made him feel like he would lose his mind. Every time his lower abdomen bulged and hollowed, creating a clear silhouette, his mind reeled dizzily.

“Huu, should I thrust deeper, hyung?”

At that moment, Doha changed position. He hooked Doeon’s leg heels over his arms and lifted them up, sitting on his thighs.

“Haa… No, do not…! Kk…!”

At the sudden 90-degree jabbing angle of the cock, he felt like he would faint. The cock, embedded like a stake in the middle of his widely spread thighs, entered and exited the hole without giving him a moment to breathe.

“Hyung, does my cock taste good?”

“Hngk, hng, hah…!”

“Huu, why can you not answer.”

Splatter, splatter, every time Doeon’s perineum rubbed against Doha’s groin during the thrusting, the melted fluids turned into white foam and splattered everywhere.

Right above the thrusting cock, Doeon’s cock spun like a whirlwind, fully swollen and taut, creaking.

Doha, who had been jabbing the sloppy rear, pulled the arms holding the leg heels upward tightly when Doeon delayed his answer, and thrust his hips up strongly in succession. His fine hair swayed, and his upper body bent forward as if to collapse.

“Haaaa…!”

Splat, jab, squelch, splat, the sound of his buttocks flattening and the cock churning the rear echoed loudly. Doeon felt like he would lose his mind to the pleasure. His head spun round and round, and he had no sense left.

“You are not going to answer until the end?”

When Doha pretended to pull the leg heels again, Doeon panicked and barely opened his mouth.

“Hng, it, it tastes good….”

“Tastes good? My cock.”

“Hng, hng, mmm, hng.”

Barely swallowing his sobs, Doeon answered. Then Doha lowered the hands holding his leg heels and extended both arms behind his waist, saying leisurely.

“Try eating my cock deliciously.”

Doeon, frowning at the voluminous fullness of the tightly packed cock, turned his head back at the sudden words.

“Hng, what…?”

Doha was laughing with his eyes half-open and lips slightly parted.

“To become my dedicated cock house, you have to know how to do at least this much.”

“Hng, wh-what…?”

He was talking about the vulgar word cock house as if it were a compliment. Doeon furrowed his brows as if he had heard something he should not have. Then Doha grabbed one side of the plump buttock flesh embracing his own and said.

“It is true, my cock house.”

“You call that words… Ugh…!”

Before he could continue, Doha thrust his hips up. His vision flashed. He curled his back like a bow and lowered his head. The silhouette of the jabbing large object bulged his lower abdomen so much that it showed clearly on his stomach skin.

“Sud-suddenly, do not, do that, hng…!”

At the feeling of his whole body being lifted upward, he hurriedly extended his flailing hands backward in mid-air and braced against the floor. Doha’s gaze leisurely observed the semi-circularly arched upper body, then fixed on the ripe, crinkly peak like fresh mountain strawberries and slowly came down.

“Hyung is my cock house.”

That gaze stung so much that goosebumps rose all over his body. Even more so because of the words like cock house and whatever. How could the word cock house make sense for a dried-up guy like him.

But Doha, as if possessed by something, just narrowed his long eyes and scanned down Doeon’s body. Then he grabbed the buttocks that he could not lower and slammed them down viciously.

“No, do not, haaa…!”

“Huu, you are just going to swallow my cock, right?”

He rhythmically moved the arms holding the buttocks and simultaneously thrust his hips up. Squelch, squelch, the dark red cock entered and exited frighteningly through the middle of the white butt cheeks like a runaway.

“Hng, ha…! You, too de-deep…!”

His mind was entirely burning hot. Every time Doha roughly collided the buttocks against his groin, wet sounds like squelch, squelch echoed from below.

“You are not answering?”

It was not a state of mind where he could answer. Doeon shed tears profusely, stuck out his tongue long, and panted heavily. It was a face like an idiot.

“Hah, I will, sw-swallow, ng, it….”

The answer reluctantly spilled out. Doha reached out and stroked the gentle face and slender chin. The doll-like smooth skin was captured in the large hand. Rather than thrusting roughly as before, he gently rotated his waist and jabbed the inner walls.

“Promise. That you will eat only my cock.”

“Hng, ugh…! A-alright…! Hng…!”

Squelch, squelch, the melted sounds clung stickily to his ears. At the sensation jabbing deep into the rear interior, his tightly shut eyes snapped open. Doha, not missing the light flickering in the pale-colored pupils, asked.

“Here?”

“Hngk, ng, no, do not, th-there, hng…!”

“Here it is.”

He could not come to his senses from the thick glans jabbing the erogenous zone. At the waist thrusts finely grinding the erogenous zone, Doeon shook his head with his mouth open.

“No, do not…! Ugh, hng, ng…!”

His vision blurred whitely. The swollen erogenous zone felt like it would burst under the thick glans.

“No, do not, I am, cumming, hng…!”

Dangle, dangle, from the tip of the cock that shook in circles on its own, semen spurted out in spurts, plop, plop. The semen splattered drop by drop on the steeply rising and falling abdominal wall.

“Hng….”

Doha bit his lip sharply while looking at the traces of the semen he had ejaculated. He glanced briefly at Doeon, who had bowed his head in resignation, then chuckled and rubbed the pearl-like shining semen with his palm.

“Di-dirty, do not do that…!”

The horrified Doeon tried to stop him, but Doha nonchalantly raised his thick eyebrows and put the finger with Doeon’s semen on it into his mouth and sucked it with a smack.

“What is dirty about the semen from my cock house.”

“You, you, are, cra-crazy…?”

“The cock fluid from my cock house is sweet.”

His mind grew dazed from the successive shocking words. What exactly is sweet. Smack, slurp, it was hard to look at him licking his finger like sucking on candy, making embarrassing sounds.

“If you keep saying, thi-those words….”

“Why. Are you going to like me or something?”

“Cra-crazy… Ng…!”

He wanted to curse him to stop acting like a madman, but the rough cock thrusts swallowed the remaining words into his lips.

Like me, at that one word, his mind felt entirely messed up. There is no way he likes him. Even now, he is messing up his body on his own, messing up his mind….

“Ah, hyung only likes my cock, right?”

A bitch that only likes big cocks. Catching Doeon off guard, Doha grabbed his waist and slammed him down roughly. The vertically plunging cock head stabbed as if to pierce the cervix.

“Haaaa…!”

Doeon threw his head back and screamed. The brain-melting pleasure enveloped his whole body. With his white eyes rolled back, Doeon arched his waist into a semi-circle.

“Hu, if hyung likes it, I can cock-thrust every day, every day.”

“Hah, no, I do not like it…!”

He barely spat out that he did not like it, but he himself questioned if he really did not. His brain felt broken from the pleasure that made him unable to think of anything. What if it really broke.

Doeon was scared. The more scared he was, the more goosebumps rose all over his body, making his nipples crinkle and stand up. Doha reached out and twisted the peak that was congested purple and pointed toward the ceiling with his fingernail.

“Haa…!”

“Every day, every day, I can make your tits pretty too.”

“Hng, do not, do that….”

Even though he said he did not like it, the sensation of the nipple being crushed between the nails did not feel bad, so Doeon thrust his chest out more and entrusted his nipples to Doha’s hand, feeling the pleasure.

The spores of pleasure spreading to the nipple tips flushed red and swelled as if about to burst. Doha used his middle finger to flick the nipple, swollen to the size of a pinky nail, quickly like ringing a bell.

“Ha, stop, haaa…!”