The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 30

At dawn, Doha woke up because his throat was dry. He groped for the nightstand and checked the current time on his phone screen; it was 2 a.m. As he sat up, the old bed creaked and groaned.

This damn house does not have a single proper thing. Muttering grumpily under his breath, he habitually reached out his hand to turn on the wall light.

Click.

But there was no response. After pressing the switch a few more times, click, click, he spat out a short curse in the still pitch-black room and turned his phone’s flash brightness to maximum.

Shining the phone’s flash ahead, he opened the old door with a creak. The dark hallway was eerie.

It really feels like a haunted house. When he shone the phone’s flash, the mansion that revealed its skeletal frame looked grotesque, just like a shabby haunted house set up in a corner of an amusement park. Even if the lights were turned on brightly, the atmosphere was not particularly refreshing.

Clicking his tongue with a tsk, he walked to the kitchen. He tried pressing the kitchen light switch, but the kitchen light did not work either. Is it a power outage? Since it was such an old mansion, a midnight power outage could happen, he thought.

Has the portable generator broken down?

Sure enough, when he opened the refrigerator door, the refrigerator light was also out. Shaking his head side to side, Doha shone the phone’s flash to take out a water bottle; Doha raised his slender arm to take a glass from above the sink drawer.

After his thirst subsided, the silence without even the noise of the refrigerator running pressed heavily on his shoulders. It was so unfamiliar that it gave him chills. He had been stuck here for about a week, so he should be used to it by now. He thought that perhaps this was the true face of the mansion with its daytime mask removed.

A mansion where not a shred of human warmth is felt, like a haunted house.

Doha, who was hurrying back to his room, suddenly looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor as he reached the living room. Is Doeon sleeping? He wondered how his brother, who paled and withered every time he touched him, was enduring this darkness. He was curious.

Before he knew it, his feet were stepping on the stairs leading to the second floor as if enchanted. Even tiptoeing up the stairs, the creaking, twisting sound of the old wooden stairs echoed strangely through the quiet mansion.

Doha turned his gray eyes, which shone even in the darkness, to check the guest room where Dad and Jung Yubin were sleeping. Exhausted from the long trip, they must be deep in sound sleep.

Shining the phone’s flash ahead, with each step up, a strange tension made sweat seep into his hands. Due to an inexplicable excitement, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly.

Arriving at the second floor and standing in front of Doeon’s door, he pressed his ear to the door, but no sound came from inside. As expected, he is sleeping. Doha carefully turned the doorknob. Even with the ear-scratching creak, the room inside was quiet.

Calmly shining the phone’s flash straight ahead. Tightly closed blackout curtains. Next to them, a single bed. He could see the back of Doeon sleeping curled up on the bed like a baby in the womb.

Taking one step closer, shining the flash on his side profile as he lay on his side, his clear face was revealed, covered with dense eyelashes like blackout curtains, breathing deeply in sound sleep. It was a pure face like a baby deer.

Seeing Doeon, who would have a fit and push him away if he got too close, sleeping in such a defenseless state made his mood strange.

Whether the fact that Dad had returned and watchers had increased in this house gave Doeon psychological stability, he seemed to be in such a deep sleep that not even an eyelash fluttered despite an intruder in the room. The dark circles under his tightly closed eyes looked poignant.

After watching Doeon’s sleeping form for a moment, Doha raised the hand holding the phone and circled the room once. That was when something caught his gaze. It was a half-burned three-pronged candelabra placed on the bedside table. Next to it was an octagonal matchbox.

Perhaps power outages are commonplace in this old mansion. Doha took one matchstick from inside the matchbox and struck it against the side of the matchbox with a scratch. With a fizz, fire sparked on the sulfur, and a red flame flickered. When he transferred it to the candle and lit it, the candle flame shook this way and that, creating Doha’s black shadow on the wall. As his eyes grew accustomed to the small light that gradually illuminated the shadows in the darkness, Doha approached the small, curled-up Doeon indifferently.

Breathing softly as if catching up on insufficient sleep, Doeon, who was deeply asleep, looked precarious like a deer right before being hunted, just as Jung Yubin had described.

While gazing at his side profile that showed no sign of detecting any danger or stirring, suddenly poking his somewhat plump cheek with his index finger made the soft cheek yield softly with the finger, sinking in.

It feels like glutinous rice cake. He usually had no hesitation putting his finger into Doeon’s rear hole, but he suddenly realized that he had never thought to touch such plump cheek flesh like this.

I want to touch it more. Doha boldly grabbed a handful of cheek flesh with his thumb and index finger and stretched it out. Soft and warm, the tender flesh stretched out following his fingers.

“Um….”

Feeling some discomfort, Doeon babbled and tossed his body. Is he waking up from sleep? Doha quickly withdrew his hand from the cheek. But Doeon, whom he thought would wake, tossed a few more times and then lay flat on his back. His body, crumpled on its side, stretched straight toward the ceiling.

“…….”

Because of the tossing, the white T-shirt had rolled up above his navel. The small navel, T-shaped and protruding up and down, was cutely indented. The navel is as cute as his face. Thinking that inwardly, a desire to play a bit more welled up.

Doha raised the corners of his mouth and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, pulling it up to his chest. The nipple, receiving the orange, subdued flickering light, was revealed modestly.

Around the nipple, soft areolae spread out, and thanks to him sucking and licking them, the circumference seemed wider and the color darker than when he first saw them.

The areolae and nipples, particularly prominent on the flat chest, were sufficient to capture the gaze just by existing. It was proud that he himself was the person who had developed them to the point where calling them vulgar tit pussies was no exaggeration.

Enduring the surging desire to suck it right away, Doha sat beside him and twisted the nipple, which was like a fruit that opens only in secluded places, with force using his fingers under the dim candlelight. Like secretly plucking a forbidden fruit.

“Ung….”

Even in deep sleep, Doeon parted his lips and let out a short moan. The dormant nipple swelled to the size of a red bean from the stimulation and was seen slowly standing up toward the ceiling. The tit pussy that swelled greatly even from a small stimulus was clearly Doeon’s erogenous zone.

This time, spreading his index and middle fingers and bending them, he pushed up the areola from below to above with the knuckle, applying force.

“Um…!”

The tit pussy was squished, and the areola lost its original shape, crumpling lengthwise. He pulled up the gathered tit pussy flesh between the knuckles with force, as if plucking it. The nipple began to protrude more as it rubbed against the knuckle.

“Nm….”

The obscene nipple, which had a pink tint, turned to a deep purple, seducing Doha in a lascivious manner. Raising one eyebrow at the sensitive reaction, he checked Doeon’s sleeping face.

The body was so sensitive, yet its owner was still fast asleep obliviously. Shall I do a bit more? Leaning his upper body down, he brought his tongue to the erect tit pussy and flicked the tip to lightly lick the tit pussy.

“Hung….”

A nasal sound mixed into the sleep-talk was heard. The nipple, wet with saliva and becoming crisp, stood up as high as a pinky nail, erect. It was just the right state for sucking. He opened his mouth and bit the tit pussy fully into his mouth.

“Hum…!”

The tit pussy, soaked in saliva, was sucked into the inside of his mouth with a pop. Even as he sucked it quite strongly as if compressing it, the tit pussy that did not bend and held its head up stimulated the fine papillae of the tongue firmly.

The areola around the erect tit pussy was so soft that it felt like eating squishy jelly. That sensation was quite arousing, making hot blood circulate in his lower body.

“Slurp, smack, suck.”

He mindlessly adsorbed the tit pussy while sucking it. He was not aware even of the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Aligning his snake-like thin tongue tip with the small groove in the center of the tit pussy, as small as a needle hole, he imagined how good it would be if breast milk came out of this hole. Just imagining greedily sucking and eating the tit pussy with white juice dripping out made him feel like he could cum once.

I want to impregnate my older brother. The immoral desire could not be controlled. Already, Doha’s front was bulging with the body swelling just from the adulterous imagination. At first, grasping his brother’s weakness and wielding it was fun. In the boring daily life, the existence of a biological brother who appeared after 19 years. Unlike the reliable and sturdy image that the word hyung gives, a timid and powerless hyung who watched his eyes. Holding and shaking him was pleasurable. It was definitely just pleasurable. Gradually, the impulse to actually impregnate him arose.

Even as he sucked the breast like possessed, the owner of the body only frowned his brows slightly and let out a hum, babbling. Deeply asleep Doeon could not escape from the hazy dream world.

“Hung….”

He wanted to ravage Doeon, who had his eyes tightly closed and only let out faint moans, to his heart’s content. While sucking the right tit pussy vigorously, he twisted and pulled up the protruding grain of the remaining left tit pussy with his fingertips, alternately violating the tit pussies.

The more he sucked, the more the tender flesh filling his mouth jiggled madly, to the point where ferocious thoughts of chewing it up with his teeth arose.

What if I impregnate him so that the flat chest becomes a breast basket leaking milk profusely? The more he imagined Doeon, with his belly swollen from his own seed, legs spread wide, rear hole throbbing, sticky white juice dripping profusely from the breast basket, Doha’s desire swelled uncontrollably.

Sucking the full-mouthed tit pussy long with his lips and then opening his mouth made a tzup, pop sound, and the swollen nipple spun round and came out of Doha’s mouth.

Gazing at the swollen tit pussy glistening with saliva, then suddenly lowering his gaze, he saw Doeon’s lower body bulging prominently. Even though the owner was asleep, it seemed he could not hold back the physiological reaction.

“Cutely, your dick is standing straight up.”

He pulled down the plaid pajama pants that Doeon was wearing below his hips. The center of the bulging gray drawers was stained black with pre-cum. He was leaking while sleeping. Giggling, he pulled down the gray drawers as well.

The white porcelain dick sprang up into the air, dripping thread-like transparent pre-cum profusely from the urethral opening. The glans, peeled prettily like a small plum with its pit, was flushed deep red from blood rush.

Seeing the glans that felt fresh like fruit, Doha unconsciously swallowed his saliva. Grabbing both of Doeon’s thighs, as if enchanted, he took the bobbing cock head fully into his mouth.

“Huuung….”

Doeon twisted his waist and let out a groaning moan through his slightly parted lips. The clear pre-cum beaded at the tip of the hard glans melted away in an instant like sweet syrup as soon as it touched the tongue tip.

Doha pressed his tongue tip close to the urethral opening and sucked up all the dripping pre-cum with slurps, smacks. Doeon’s pre-cum was exceedingly sweet. As he pulled the tongue tip out of the urethral opening, the smooth cross-section of the glans skin touched the tongue’s fine papillae. That spot burned as if scorched by fire, so Doha slurped, slurped, drawing in more of the cock shaft with the saliva pooled at the tongue root, sucking Doeon’s dick vigorously.

Slurp, schloop, slurp.

The prominently protruding Adam’s apple bobbed like waves as he continuously sucked Doeon’s cock shaft. Thrusting the glans deep enough to poke the uvula and holding the root of the dick in his mouth, sucking vigorously, the cute white porcelain dick stood even more erect, and he could feel the smooth glans pressing against the uvula.

Ah, so cute. It was cute that he, being a man too, was erecting his dick stiffly. But it is useless anyway. On the day he first deflowered Doeon, from the scared face of Doeon and his utterly immature movements, he was convinced that he was a virgin. Hyung was a pure virgin with absolutely no sexual experience.

Not only the rear hole but even the dick attached in front had surely never been swung even once. It is regrettable that, as a virgin, milk does not come out of the breast basket, but he can just extract the white juice from below and drink it. Since hyung’s pre-cum was so sweet, the semen must be thicker and even sweeter.

From the groin area where the straight nose bridge was buried, a faint lavender scent wafted. It was Doeon’s pheromone. Emitting seductive pheromones while sleeping is against the rules, hyung. Doha, enveloped in the faint pheromone, buried his head and focused on sucking hyung’s dick.

At that moment, Doeon slowly opened his eyes, feeling a sticky pressure in his lower body. Slurp, smack, tzup, wet sounds seemed to come from below. What is it? He rolled his hazy eyes this way and that, raising his eyelashes.

“……!”

Lowering his gaze, in his blurry vision, he caught the image of a large figure holding his lower body and burying its head in his lower region. Doeon convulsed and snapped his waist up.

“Eek, wh-who is it…!”

“Tzup, you woke up, hyung?”

The figure slowly raised its head, detaching its lips from the dick it had been holding, and spoke. Doeon blinked his narrowly opened eyes several times. Large build, sharp eyes. Even in the dim vision, the unhidden, blazing gaze reminiscent of a feline was his younger brother Doha.

“Se, Seo Doha…?”

“Yeah, it is me.”

“Y-you, what, what are you doing here right now…!”

Doeon freaked out and struggled. But because of Doha’s hands firmly holding both thighs, he could not move an inch. Doha stuck out his bright red tongue slightly and licked his lower lip, drawling slowly.

“What else, I was giving your dick a massage while you were sleeping, hyung.”

“Wh-what…?”

“You must have been really tired lately. Sleep more. I will give you more dick massage until you cum once.”

“Y-you, are you, crazy…?”