The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 25

“Why are you wearing a turtleneck?”

“Th-that’s….”

I wanted to say it was because of the marks you left, but the words didn’t come out easily. As I couldn’t give an answer quickly, even more sarcasm seeped into his voice.

“To look neat in front of Jung Taeseok? Or do you want to advertise that you’re a docile omega?”

It was an absurd guess. Doha was acting just like someone who was jealous. But that thought was immediately halted. Jealousy? It was utterly ridiculous. To Doha, I was nothing more than an easy toy to play with. As expected, Doha suddenly aligned the tip of his glans with the loosened, squishy hole and slowly pushed his groin forward. A sharp intake of breath escaped me all at once.

“Hng…!”

“Seeing as you can’t answer, that must be it. Even while pretending to be a beta, you must go crazy at the sight of an alpha.”

“N-no, that’s not it…!”

The back of my eyeballs grew hot. No matter how many times it happened, this kind of treatment as a slut never became familiar. Tears quickly welled up in my retinas. As the glans that had thrust in, splitting my body, withdrew backward, the inner walls that had been sucking on the glans greedily were pulled back along with it.

“Ha-ut…!”

Doha made a pop sound as he pulled out the embarrassing glans and aligned it again with the newly opened gap, pressing his groin against me. Knowing his persistence in spreading my lower part to the shape of his cock and then starting the full insertion, Doeon finally burst into tears.

“Hng….”

“You always just wore t-shirts. So why a turtleneck? It’s not like you’ve got someone you want to look good for.”

As he shoved the thick glans back into the slack, crumpled rear hole from the cock’s absence with a squelch, my entire body convulsed with a shiver.

“Ha-ut…!”

“Can’t answer?”

“N-no…! Hng…. There’s no one I want to look good for… Hng….”

“Then what is it.”

“Ha…!”

Once again, as the glans teased only the entrance and retreated backward, my rear hole swelled up like a volcano and clung to it. With a pop, as the cock slipped out of the hole making an air-leaking sound, it felt like my insides would melt away. Unable to hold back, Doeon began to sob out loud.

“Hng, it’s… hng….”

“What about me.”

“It’s because of you, hng….”

“Why because of me?”

I bit the tender flesh inside my mouth and let tears fall. I turned my pitiful face obliquely to look up at the large build pressed tightly against my back.

“Because you, hng, chewed up my nape, and I was afraid, that person might see, hng….”

Because of the tears welling up fully, I couldn’t see what expression Doha was making. Instead, a voice that was much softer than before came through.

“Ah, so that’s what it was?”

“Hng…. So please stop….”

Now that the misunderstanding was cleared, he had to stop this kind of thing. I desperately hoped that Doha would properly realize Jung Taeseok was in this house and cease his malicious prank. To him, it was probably just a mean-spirited joke, but to me, it felt like my neck was being snapped. Like a frog killed by a stone thrown in jest. It was a wretched situation.

“You wore it because you’re afraid Jung Taeseok might see?”

“Mm… hng….”

Perhaps my explanation got through. Doha stopped the act of gnawing at my rear hole with the tip of his glans and stayed still for a while. It was a relief. If we could just go inside the house like nothing happened and pretend to be brothers on bad terms, I could hold out until Dad came home.

It was then, as I gazed at his massive body through my blurred vision. A long arm reached toward my neck, and with a rough gesture that grabbed and yanked my throat, my neck snapped back.

“Ugh…! Gulp…!”

The turtleneck constricted my windpipe, momentarily choking my breath. That was when it happened. From the back of my neck, there was a rip, tear sound of something being torn. Unfamiliar air touched my nape. As the startled Doeon rolled his eyes, filled with pressure, backward, Doha, who had torn the turtleneck in half, was grinning sinisterly.

“Why hide it. Something this pretty.”

Under the torn fabric, my spinal ridge was exposed. As external air touched it, goosebumps prickled around the vertebrae. Even more so because of the cold fingertips tracing the marks dyed red like paint.

“D-don’t do this. St-stop…!”

But the obscene touch didn’t stop. The hand that slid down the protruding spine firmly gripped the soft, glutinous buttock flesh like rice cake. The other hand grasped the base of his cock and, following the perineum, scooped up the cloudy foam dripping down and piled it on the glans like cream.

“You bitch, your hole’s gushing water like crazy, and you say stop? What stop?”

Every time the hard glans rubbed against my perineum, chills rose prickling. The pain of the impending insertion soon to come, and more than that, the desire for the greater pleasure boiled in my head.

“N-no….”

Even as my mouth said no, my rear hole was clenching violently, craving the cock. When the hole pressed its delicate wrinkles together and then revealed a dark crevice with a squelch, finally the thick, long cock began to pry into that gap and enter.

“Haaa…! N-no, nooo, hng…!”

Doeon clamped his lips shut. He panted so hard that his flat stomach hollowed out. It felt like a massive stake was being driven into his body. Though the rear hole sucked the cock head greedily inward, upon reaching the middle of the thickest part of the shaft, it got tightly wedged and paused the entry for a moment.

“You need to breathe. Hyung.”

“Hng… You’re, too, too big… hng…!”

Unlike the thick shaft, delicate fingertips gently stroked his dry waist in comfort. Even so, Doeon had no leeway to breathe comfortably. He merely trembled his jaw and bit his lips. From the excessive insertion, veins bulged on his temples.

But the rear hole’s condition was a bit different in this difficult insertion. The cock head trampled the bumpy mucosal hills and kneaded the erogenous points.

With a slick, the cock soaked in love juices slid in tightly. Even the raised, rugged veins on the cock scraping the sensitive inner walls felt like excessive pleasure.

“Hoo, it clenches like a virgin every time. No wonder I can’t quit.”

“Ha… Uh… T-take, take it out… Hng….”

Being unable to do this or that while pierced by his own little brother’s cock made him feel worse than a bug, but at the same time, the fact that he was desperately hoping for it to thrust even deeper quickly was horrifying.

At that moment, he felt cold hands firmly gripping both sides of his buttock flesh. Doeon blinked his large eyes. A tear dropped from the end of his eyelashes. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even notice he was sobbing.

“Should I turn you into a slut so you can swallow my cock in one go?”

“St-stop, n-no, no…!”

In an instant, Doha grabbed Doeon’s both buttocks and roughly thrust his groin against the perineum. With a squelch, the cock head plunged straight into the colon.

“Haaaang…!”

Doeon’s vision flashed pure white. He had the illusion that Doha’s cock had pierced through his brain. It felt like his insides were completely skewered. Instinctively, Doeon bowed his head.

“Haaa… N-no, nooo….”

Under the ripped-open top, the previously flat lower belly now bulged with the trace of swallowing the cock. A dizzying sensation, like standing on a railing, spread through his entire body. His breathing quickened like after a full sprint.

“Ha, ha….”

His weakened body felt extreme pleasure from just the insertion before the main act even began. He resented such a body while finding it absurd.

In self-reproach, he chewed his lower lip and rubbed his forehead against the rough wood. Soon, his forehead turned red. Then, suddenly, a soft palm wedged between his forehead and the bark.

“You’ll get hurt like that.”

It was Doha reaching out to cover his forehead. He had rubbed his forehead because of the pain from being pierced by his cock. The cause was him. Such false sympathy wasn’t needed. Doeon released his hand gripping the tree and shoved away the hand covering his forehead.

“It’s, it’s fine, what does it matter…!”

Then, with a snicker, a deflating laugh sound came, and soon the hand was withdrawn backward. And then that hand immediately gripped his fluffy hair tightly.

“Agh…!”

“Yeah, hyung likes it rough, right?”

The hole inserted to the root of the cock was stretched tight without a single wrinkle. As Doha, grabbing Doeon’s hair like reins, thrust his waist up with a thud, the circumferential wrinkles followed the embedded cock shaft and rolled inward.

“Ha-ut…!”

Gulp, gulp, the fine hills swallowed the cock shaft. The cock head rubbed its head against the cozy, warm mucosa, ferociously imprinting its scent. It was an instinctive, beastly act. The waist thrusts grew faster and more violent.

“Sl-slow, pl-please… Hng…! Hnng…!”

Doeon, forgetting even the pain of his hair being pulled, unconsciously shook his waist following the cock moving in and out below and let out moans. He stuck out his bright red tongue mindlessly, panting heavily while shedding tears.

Soon, his hair was freed, and Doha’s two hands moved downward. It was then that Doha, clutching both buttock cheeks as if they would burst, suddenly slapped the buttock flesh with his palm.

Slap-!

“Haaaang…!”

Suddenly, a clear, throaty scream burst out. It felt like sparks were flashing before his eyes. The soft buttock flesh shook taut like tofu, and the inner walls twitched along with it. The inner walls wrapping the cock undulated back and forth, clenching and squeezing the cock shaft with a ripple.

“Hng, ah, it hurts…!”

Before he knew it, Doeon’s white jade stem had swollen in volume and risen to his navel. With each thud, thud of the groin pushing from behind, the love juices pulled from the cock shaft surged like white foam and dripped down.

It was Doha’s sticky semen from last night, deeply ejaculated, mixing with the love juices and flowing out. In the maddening pleasure, Doeon rolled his eyeballs. The sudden thought of wanting to be slapped on the buttock one more time crossed his mind. He must be crazy.

“As expected, I knew you’d like it rough.”

Looking at Doeon shedding tears nonstop, Doha murmured in satisfaction. Then, he raised his hand and sharply slapped both buttocks in sequence.

Slap- slap-.

“Haaaang…!”

Even as his white buttocks were struck red with handprints, the pleasure of the inner flesh resounding dully and chewing on the cock greedily made Doeon unable to regain his senses.

As the glans thrust with a thud, thud into the center where the baby pouch was amid the soft, jiggling pale buttock flesh, Doeon, whose eyes rolled back showing the whites, instinctively hunched his back.

“Here?”

Doha, keenly observing Doeon’s reaction, pressed and crushed the spot where Doeon felt danger with a press, press, pounding like grinding, and Doeon couldn’t hold back, bursting into sobs and ejaculating.

“Hng, pl-please, th-there, no, nooo…! Th-there…!”

Doeon’s ejaculation was a catalyst for Doha. He spread his palms to pull the buttock flesh tightly to both sides, widening the hole, then persistently hammered down from behind like pounding. Doeon shook his head, scattering tears. It felt like a honed blade of pleasure was slashing his entire body.

“St-stop, hng, st-stop…!!”

In the extreme pleasure, from the tip of his white jade stem, with a spurt, spurt, the ejaculated semen drew a parabola and shot onto the pine tree. White mucus splattered as if tree sap had oozed out. Even without direct stimulation in front, feeling orgasm and reaching ejaculation made him feel pathetic.

“Ha, ha….”

His panting, pink cheeks fully revealed his arousal. It felt like he was becoming more and more addicted to the dangerous pleasure.

As if to aid the afterglow of ejaculation, Doha’s pounding became a bit looser, and then a cold palm stroked the nape.

“Should I mark hyung.”

Doeon, who had been sticking out his tongue and panting heavily, snapped to attention. He jerked his face up and twisted his red cheeks.