The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 24

“…….”

Looking at Doeon, who had come out wearing a black turtleneck shirt, with curious eyes, Doha pulled out a dining chair for him. Pretending not to hear his words, he sat down in the chair without replying. If he said it was because of him that he wore it, that guy would only like it more.

“It is the royal short rib braised dish requested by young master Doha.”

Jung Taeseok brought out the braised short ribs in a stone pot. It was a traditional royal short rib braised dish with tender short ribs topped with radish, chestnuts, carrots, and ginkgo nuts.

“It looks plausible.”

Doha readily picked up a piece of short rib with his chopsticks, tasted a bite, and then exaggeratedly grimaced.

“Ugh, it tastes bad.”

Then, as if to show off, he spat the meat onto an empty plate with a ptui. Even at the stingy evaluation, Jung Taeseok maintained his composure, and his gaze shifted to Doeon as well.

Doeon had no choice but to pick up a piece of meat with his chopsticks under the gaze that subtly urged him to try it. When he bit into it, the moist short rib meat, infused with the braising sauce, enveloped his tongue. It was not bad.

“…It is delicious.”

“Thank you, young master.”

“It is not just empty words… It really is delicious.”

When his mother was alive, when she was healthy and life was not impoverished, she had often made braised short ribs for dinner. Why were memories from that time coming back? It was a warm and comforting taste that cleared away his melancholy mood to that extent.

“That is fortunate.”

He could feel Jung Taeseok’s previously expressionless face subtly change. It was in a tone that said his hard work had been worth it. Then, from beside him, the sound of chopsticks being placed down with a clack rang out loudly.

“Hyung, eat it all.”

With a screech, Doha pushed back his chair noisily and got up from his seat, then sauntered out of the kitchen. His retreating back was exasperating. The embarrassed Doeon stood up in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

“I will go bring him back.”

“Yes, young master.”

He could not understand why he was reacting so childishly to food that had been prepared with such effort for them. He was not a sulky seven-year-old child, and this was not manners at the dinner table.

“Seo Doha, wait…!”

Doha did not stop his steps and even went out the entrance. Doeon hurriedly followed him out the entrance as well.

“Where are you going, Seo Doha!”

“Do not follow me.”

Doha headed toward the area lined with pine trees in the garden. His harsh back view somehow looked angry. Doeon quickened his steps and grabbed Doha’s arm.

“Where are you going!”

“I told you not to follow me.”

Doha, standing in front of a thick pine tree, shook off the grabbed arm and raised his eyebrows. Pushed back by that, Doeon blinked his pupils as if he did not understand.

“Hyung is….”

As if holding something back, Doha furrowed his brows and then opened his eyes, staring at Doeon with cold eyes.

“Hyung is always like that?”

“What did I….”

“Always seducing people like that. With that innocent face, pretending to be gentle.”

“Se-seducing, wh-when…!”

It was the loudest voice Doeon had ever let out. It was absurd talk. Seducing, indeed. He had neither the intention to try nor the capability to do so. For a scrawny, unimpressive recessive omega like him, the word seduction was as distant as crossing a mountain range and the Milky Way.

“Yesterday too, you messaged first to meet in the basement, then denied it.”

When the long stretched thigh took one step closer, Doeon flinched and stepped back, shaking his head finely from side to side.

“Ah, no. I, I never did that!”

He did not even remember sending a message to Doha first to meet. He, calling Doha to the basement, which his mother had earnestly forbidden him from going down to, was something he could not even imagine.

Doha, looking down indifferently at the paling face, raised one corner of his well-shaped lips and smiled bitterly.

“With that face that knows nothing, now trying to bewitch even Jung Taeseok?”

“Wh-what are you talking about…!”

When Doha took two more steps closer and quickly grabbed both wrists, twisted them behind his back, and pushed him toward the pine tree.

“Ah…! It hurts…! Let go of this…!”

His cheek scraped against the rough tree surface. He struggled desperately to free the hands bound behind his back, but it was insufficient to shake off the alpha’s strength.

“With a new alpha coming, your hole is throbbing so much you’re going crazy?”

The cool voice of Doha, pressed closely against his back, disoriented his ears. As Doha’s breath touched, heat rushed to his earlobes in an instant.

“I, I did not even know that, that person was an alpha…!”

Whether because he was steeped in Doha’s pheromones or not, he really could not sense Jung Taeseok’s pheromones. Perhaps because he had accepted Doha’s pheromones to the limit, he could not detect other pheromones.

“Let us see if your bitch hole recognized it.”

At the same time, a cold hand suddenly slipped into his waistband. Doeon’s eyes widened round. This was the garden. It was a somewhat secluded area, but if someone looked from the living room window, they could see it anytime.

Doeon bit his lower lip and twisted his waist wildly. But the merciless hand gently stroked the rear hole, then pushed one index finger into the hole with a squish.

“Ng…!”

“Seeing how it’s already wet, it did recognize it.”

The slightly ridged inner walls chewed on the finger with a munch munch. Every time the finger scraped the shallow inner walls, ass juices burst out profusely, annoyingly.

“Did you want Jung Taeseok’s cock that much?”

“Ah, no…! Hah…!”

“With a new cock coming, your hole is clenching?”

“Ah, I said no…!”

Doeon protested while trembling. It was unfair. The reason below was wet was not because of Jung Taeseok, but because of the stimulation from Doha. It was shameful that his below got wet just from that guy’s fingertips brushing it. He scratched the innocent tree with his fingertips and rubbed his cheek against the rough surface.

“Hng… St-stop….”

“Hyung was not coquettishly asking to eat it deliciously too?”

“Ah, no… Really…!”

It had been praise for the food, and there had been absolutely no such intention. In this situation, he was going mad because of Doha, who amplified the pleasure with just one finger. His below was not just wet but ass juices were flowing down Doha’s wrist.

“Ass, you were born to be a bitch cock house, hyung.”

In addition to the index finger that had been scraping lightly, the middle finger suddenly thrust in and stirred the inner walls wildly. It felt like electricity was flowing through his head.

“Haaa…!”

“If I do not keep it in check like this….”

“Hng, please… Please, Doha….”

Every time the short-cut nails scratched the bumpy inner walls with a scrape scrape, goosebumps rose along his spine, yet it felt insanely good. He should not like it. He felt crazy for feeling it was good.

When Doha boldly bent his finger and scraped the inner walls with his finger joints, Doeon finally burst into tears.

“No, do not, haa, hng, hng….”

“Quick to look for another cock.”

“Ah, no… It is not me….”

With tears hanging from the tips of his eyelashes, he shook his head. Until now, the only one he had mingled bodies with was Doha. And that was not by free will, but forcibly. Forcibly opening his body and injecting pleasure. And yet to treat him like a slut, it was heartbreaking. Even seeing Doeon sniffling and flustered, Doha murmured coldly.

“Hyung says no, but leaking ass juices is your specialty.”

He had no way to retort Doha’s words that seemed displeased. Because he was an omega whose below got wet the moment Doha touched it. If only he were a beta. If he were a beta, he could have lived as normal brothers without going through this. His constitution was cursed. At that moment, with a squelch, the fingers slipped out of the hole all at once, and then the sound of unbuckling from behind was heard.

It was a chilling sound. Doeon came to his senses soon. This was outside. A place where Jung Taeseok could discover them anytime. To stop Doha, he turned his flushed face back.

“He-here, no, do not…!”

“Why?”

“It is, outside…!”

“So what.”

“If so-someone sees…!”

“I wish they would see. That hyung is my cock house.”

Doha, with half-lidded eyes that seemed slightly unfocused, paid no mind and unzipped. The half-erect sex organ was pulled out through the unobstructed zipper.

Seeing the springing cock, Doeon unwittingly swallowed hard. At the same time, the inside of his inner walls began to itch maddeningly. Depravedly, he ended up hoping for something thicker and longer to thrust deep. Still, he had to hold onto the thread of reason.

“Wh-what if that, that person sees…!”

“Ah, is that what you are worried about? Afraid of getting caught being a loose hole by the new alpha?”

“Th-that is not…!”

When Doha roughly pulled down Doeon’s waistband, his pale buttocks were revealed. When he spread one buttock cheek with his palm, the hole that had just been opened by fingers gaped like a carp’s mouth, revealing darkness to the cold air, and twitched. Looking down at that sight, Doha murmured eerily.

“Remember this, hyung. The one who woke your hole is me.”

“You, you are crazy? He-here, no, do not…!”

With his momentarily freed hand, he pushed away Doha’s firm abdominal wall. But it was not a body that would yield to being pushed. The push, light as a haze, soon came back to nothing as his large palm grabbed both wrists behind his back again.

“I am going to show it. That hyung is my cock house.”

“No, I do not like it…! I said I do not like it…!”

“You liked it when I thrust the cock in.”

“Sh-shut up…!”

He did not want anyone to find out. That he was a monster who was glued to his own blood brother. His heart was heavy as a stone with guilt, but the situation below his waist was different.

“Shall we see if you hate it even if I give you the cock?”

“No, do not, st-stop…!”

Even as he pleaded to stop, Doha pressed his groin closely against the pale perineum. The hot temperature of the cock, swollen in volume, heated the perineum as if to burn it. It was hot. It was hot like a pulsing living creature. Twitch, twitch, an inexplicable tension made his spine tremble.

With his remaining hand, Doha gripped the base of his cock and began to rub the thick glans against the perineum. The smooth glans slid up and down the perineum where ass juices were flowing profusely, making the cock size grow even larger.

Jab, jab. From behind, the lewd sound of the glans rubbing against the perineum came. With both hands bound, Doeon could neither move forward nor back, pressing his cheek against the tree and trembling violently.

It felt like somewhere Jung Taeseok was watching his and Doha’s antics. As if he would see them and contact Taeoh, reporting in detail that the eldest son was glued to the second son. If that happened, far from getting help with the mansion inheritance, he would be chased out of the mansion with nothing.

Even though that terrified him, he could not stop all his nerves from focusing on the cock head rubbing his perineum. When he panted with ragged, sharp breaths, a fierce voice came from behind.