The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 23

At Doha’s gesture, the moans grew louder. His face flushed to the same color as the nipples being ravaged by the fingers, amid the ragged, hiccuping moans.

“Huu, my cock house, I will feed you full so it does not feel empty.”

The speed of thrusting his waist upward matched the speed of stimulating the nipples. Doeon’s leg heels were spread completely 180 degrees and lifted in the air.

“Haaa, you, too de-deep, too deep, no, do not…!”

Plop, plop. The thick glans that had intermittently jabbed the cervix now began to press down on the baby room in earnest. Goosebumps rose along his spine. The cock head repeatedly touching the cervix felt ominous.

“Hng, no, do not, do not do that…!”

Instinctively, he twisted his body. Doha, who had grabbed Doeon’s trembling waist, lifted his upper body and embraced him, then laid him down on the floor.

“Hng…!”

The weight of the broad shoulders and firm abdominal wall pressing down on his body was considerable. Without realizing it, Doeon held his breath.

“Good boy. Breathe, hyung.”

Doha made him wrap both arms around his neck, then began deep pounding with squelch, squelch. It hurt to the point of agony from being scraped by the rough pubic hair.

“Haaaa…! Deep, deep…! No, do not… Haa…!”

Doeon kept shaking his head. It felt like he was being sucked into an abyss of pleasure. When Doha lifted his waist high and thrust deep with a smack, fluids splattered everywhere, and Doeon trembled his buttocks.

“Haaaa…! Good, good…! More, more… deeper…!”

Doeon let out moans like a person out of his mind. With the thrusting stamping on the erogenous zone with poke, poke, his reason had evaporated.

“Feels good?”

“Good, good, co-cock, good, good…! Haa…!”

Like a person whose reason had broken, Doeon kept muttering. No thoughts came to mind. Nothing except the cock violently churning his insides right now. Nothing was felt.

“Huu, hyung, if you are like this, really.”

Doha tightly embraced Doeon and stamped the cock shaft down with frightening speed, poke, poke. Gasp, gasp. It was merciless thrusting enough to make his breath falter.

“Hngk, hng, co-cock, good, hng…!”

Doeon, frowning and shedding tears profusely, felt like he would lose consciousness. But even as he licked up the tears flowing down the temples with his tongue out, Doha did not stop the violent thrusting. Even the tears Doeon shed were sweet.

“Ha, I want to knock you up.”

“Hng, that, cannot, cannot…! Ng…!”

The vanishing reason flashed back up. At that moment, Doha growled and buried his forehead in Doeon’s collarbone. Soon, a feeling of warmth filling his stomach came. Gurgle, gurgle, semen heated the insides. At the same time, Doeon’s brow furrowed.

“If you cum all inside, it cannot, cannot be….”

“When did you cry saying the cock is good.”

“Th-that is….”

It was nonsense spoken in a deranged state. The sense of reality that he should not be doing this crashed down belatedly. Doeon twisted his body while exhaling empty breaths.

“St-stop, pull, pull out….”

“I do not want to.”

Doha rotated his waist slowly even after finishing ejaculation, in a posture as if to pour in not a single drop of semen left.

Squelch, squelch. The water sounds filling his stomach made his mind dazed. It was persistent body language. Dangerous. Come to your senses. Seo Doeon. He had to come to his senses.

But contrary to the cry in his heart, Doeon gradually lost consciousness. The water sounds sloshing in his body and the gentle waist thrusts also gradually faded to the edge of consciousness.

“Ugh….”

When he slowly opened his heavy-lidded eyes, the morning sunlight was filtering through the window. The sunlight was warm, but a terrible dull pain throbbed below his waist, so Doeon frowned and lifted his head.

“Where is this….”

The place he was lying was not his room. Not being his room was a problem in itself, but now he noticed a foreign arm draped over his body from behind his back to around his chest.

“……!”

His sleep-dazed eyes snapped open. When he hurriedly turned his head, Doha was sleeping quietly right behind him. And naked. He was naked without a single thread, and he himself was the same.

“……!”

Last night’s events flashed by like a panorama. He had opened his eyes in the basement and mingled bodies with Doha until he collapsed from exhaustion. After collapsing, Doha must have carried him to the room where he was staying.

Surely, Jung Taeseok did not see such a scene?

With a guardian now in this house, did that guy not care at all? To fall asleep with their naked bodies openly overlapping like this.

Doeon bit his swollen lower lip and carefully removed the arm draped around his chest. He quickly slipped out of the bed and looked down at the guy’s quietly sleeping face.

His eyes had a fierce gaze, but with his eyelashes closed, he looked gentle. It would be good if he stayed asleep forever. Lost in such thoughts, he suddenly came to his senses. He had to put on clothes first.

Fortunately, his neatly folded clothes were placed on the bedside table by the guy. When he drove people to desperation, but folding clothes neatly like this was exceedingly delicate.

“Umm….”

The guy’s eyelashes fluttered, and his two arms flailed about as if searching for something that had escaped. At the same time, he snapped out of his reverie. He had to leave before the guy woke up. Doeon hurriedly dressed and slipped out of the room.

“Whew….”

It was the moment he closed the door and let out a sigh of relief.

“Good morning, young master.”

“……!”

When he raised his head at the voice heard from close by, Jung Taeseok, dressed in a shirt and black slacks, was standing at the kitchen doorway. Doeon blinked his large eyes nonstop. Had he seen him coming out of Doha’s room? His heart pounded violently, making a rattling sound as if broken.

Ahem, Doeon cleared his throat and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, then opened his lips.

“…Good morning.”

He gave a greeting while subtly checking Jung Taeseok’s expression. Jung Taeseok gazed at Doeon with his characteristic calm demeanor. Under the quiet gaze, his heart felt unnecessarily constricted.

“It seems the two of you slept together last night.”

“……!”

So he saw him coming out of Doha’s room. His vision went pitch black. He bit his lower lip repeatedly and racked his brain for an excuse.

“Yes. We, we played games late into the night and ended up falling asleep in Doha’s room, haha….”

He tousled the back of his head and barely let out an awkward laugh. Jung Taeseok watched such a Doeon quietly, then asked offhandedly.

“What game?”

“Ah… Car-card game….”

Please just let it slide. Please. When he replied with one corner of his mouth awkwardly raised, Jung Taeseok nodded as if he understood.

“Card games are fun. Call me next time too.”

“Haha… Yes….”

Silence flowed after the awkward laugh. Facing Jung Taeseok made him feel so embarrassed he thought he would go mad. The one who broke the silence was Jung Taeseok.

“I went to the market early.”

“The market?”

Doeon asked back, relieved that the topic had changed.

“To make the royal short rib braised dish that young master Doha requested.”

“You do not have to….”

“But young master Doeon likes it, so I have to make it.”

“Ah, really?”

That was something the guy made up to tease Jung Taeseok. He would get indigestion eating the royal short rib braised dish made by Jung Taeseok. But pretending to like it, he smiled brightly and approached the kitchen.

Grocery bundles bought from the market were placed on the dining table. Thinking that Jung Taeseok had gone to the market early in the morning with his cold expression, it was hard to imagine. But for now, erasing the fact that he came out of Doha’s room from Jung Taeseok’s mind was the top priority.

“I will help too.”

“It is fine. I can do it alone.”

Jung Taeseok undid his cuff buttons and rolled up his shirt to his elbows. When the irezumi tattoo starting from his wrist was revealed, Doeon unwittingly gasped and inhaled.

Why did Dad keep such a fearsome tattooed man as his executive secretary? Such a question arose, but he tried not to show it.

“I will at least wash the vegetables.”

There were carrots, chestnuts, radish, and green onions in the plastic bag. As he took them out one by one and moved them to the sink, Jung Taeseok stopped him.

“It is fine, young master.”

“But it will finish faster if we do it together.”

He did not like Jung Taeseok falling for Doha’s prank. No matter how much he was Taeoh’s executive secretary, Jung Taeseok was an adult whom Doeon could not order around, and a guardian to stop Doha’s misdeeds. He judged that it would not hurt to get in his good graces.

Jung Taeseok, with his thick eyebrows displeasedly furrowed, approached beside him. A subtle crack appeared in his expression as he scanned the side profile standing at the sink.

“Young master, here….”

“Yes?”

When he turned his head and looked at Jung Taeseok unthinkingly, his gaze lingered on his nape. He placed his hand on Doeon’s nape and murmured as if entranced.

“There is something like a bite mark here….”

In an instant, heat rushed to his face as if burned by fire. It was a trace from intercourse with Doha that he had discovered. Doeon turned off the faucet and hurriedly stepped back.

“Ra-rash… Something like a skin condition…!”

As he pulled up the T-shirt collar to cover the back of his neck, Jung Taeseok’s face visibly relaxed in relief. He soon put on a worried expression.

“Oh no… That must be hard for you.”

“Um, it is, or-original, ah, it gets worse in the morning… I will go apply medicine…!”

“Yes. Please do.”

Mumbling incoherently, he backed away and fled the spot, running up to the second floor. Damn, damn! His legs trembled, and he nearly tripped on the stairs but barely held on and arrived at his room on the second floor, locking the door.

He lay on the bed and curled up. He pulled the blanket over his head. An unprecedented chill enveloped his body.

Had he been found out by Jung Taeseok? That he had sex with Doha in the basement last night. Did he know everything? That I… That I begged Doha for his cock.

“No, that was not me….”

He wanted to deny it. That it was not him. That the one who surrendered his body to bursting pleasure, abandoned reason, and let out lewd cries was not him. He wanted to deny and deny again. But that was clearly him. The image of himself moaning in the basement mirrors would not erase from his mind.

It was a morning breakfast seat like sitting on pins and needles, but Doeon had no choice but to be dragged out. He could have made an excuse that his body hurt, but he lacked the courage to lie and the energy to endure the aftermath of turning away.

“What is with the turtleneck? Is it not hot?”