The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 33

“Huff…!”

“Hyung’s specialty is going alone. I can’t let that happen.”

The hand that had been pulling at the corner of his mouth as if to tear it apart suddenly withdrew, and only then did Doeon exhale the breath that had been caught in his throat.

“Haa… haa….”

Just as he was trying to regain his ragged breathing, a large hand firmly gripped his plump, glutinous rice cake-like buttocks as if to knead them roughly and lifted them upward.

“You have to go with your cock in your rear hole, hyung.”

“Hnngh, no, don’t…!”

Like splitting an apple in half, he pulled the white buttock cleft apart to both sides with force. In the middle of the deep valley, the pink rear hole that had curled up neatly was wriggling its moist, glistening mouth while stretching and contracting its fine wrinkles.

Doha aligned his throbbing thick glans with the twitching black hole. Doeon twisted his waist in resistance.

“D-don’t… I hate it, I hate it…!”

“The rear hole is twitching like crazy while saying you hate it.”

As Doha said, the rear hole was shamelessly pulsating its opening, sniffing the scent of the cock. He hated his body so much for being weak to pleasure—it was to the point of death. He knew that penetrative sex would mean committing another sin, yet on the other hand, this idiotic body that anticipated insertion was loathsome.

When Doha, gripping the thick base, applied force and pressed the glans firmly, the wrinkles curled inward and sucked it in with a squelch, as if swallowing it.

“Hng, hnngh, huaaah…!”

White flashes burst in his vision. It felt like all his nerve endings were burning away. His toes curled up completely, and Doeon finally collapsed his upper body. Rubbing his cheek against the bedsheet, he endured the unfamiliar foreign sensation that he still hadn’t grown accustomed to. Thick tears plopped down one by one.

“Hnght… haht… it, it won’t go in all the way, ut…!”

“Huu, you can’t even properly take what’s being fed to you, yet you’re full of greed.”

Stopping the entry around the middle where the girth was the largest, Doha looked down at the connected area and muttered lowly. The hole that was tightly gripping the snake-like cock shaft like a vice was stretched so tautly that it seemed it would tear if even a finger were inserted. The trembling body only fueled his sadistic urges.

Gripping the root of the cock, he thrust it backward with a squelch.

“Haht…!”

It was a rough withdrawal that dragged his buttocks back as if they might be pulled off. The anal wrinkles bulged outward, desperately trying not to let go of the cock. The frantic rear hole erupted with love juices again like a flood.

His body ached as if it had been hollowed out. He wanted to embrace the cock inside him as if it had originally been one with his body.

“Hnghp, d-don’t do that….”

“What?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say he wanted it inserted again and instead clawed at the innocent bedsheet with his nails. Doha, spreading both buttock cheeks wide with his fingers, watched the hole—stretched to the volume of his own cock—pucker and gape its mouth, and lifted the corner of his lips.

“Don’t do what? You have to say it for me to know.”

“Hnghp… I, I don’t knooow….”

Unable to answer, Doeon only shed useless tears. Leisurely keeping the hole spread, Doha fitted the thick glans back in. As he dipped the cock in just a little, Doeon arched his waist and raised his buttocks higher to make entry easier.

“Fuck….”

Seeing him desperate for a man’s cock twisted his desires uncontrollably. Gripping the base of the cock, he withdrew it once more with ruthless cruelty. Doeon furrowed his brows at the sharp, stinging pain of the cock’s ridge catching on the anal wrinkles and then slipping out.

“Hng…! D-don’t, keep pulling it out like that, hnghp…!”

“Hyung’s become a total cock rag now.”

With that, he smacked the buttocks sharply with his palm—slap, slap.

“Haht… ah, it hurts…!”

The soft buttock flesh quivered and jiggled, dripping love juices down to the perineum in streams. Red handprints quickly rose on the white buttocks.

“You’d go crazy just from smelling cock scent, right? Huh?”

“Hnghp, ah, no….”

He said no, but from earlier, his lower half had been so empty it was driving him mad. The desire to have his insides filled tight with cock dominated his entire brain. He wished the thick club would pound and crush the popping pleasure points—thud, thud. Even if it was his own little brother’s cock.

As if already knowing that, the thick-ridged glans slowly traced upward over the perineum where love juices were flowing continuously. Squish, squish. Lewd sounds echoed in Doeon’s ears.

“If you say ‘please make me pregnant,’ I’ll put the cock in.”

“I hate it…!”

It was a phrase that could never come out of Doeon’s mouth. It was something he must not say, a forbidden sentence.

“I told you. If you get pregnant with my child, it’ll turn me on even more. Milk coming out of your tits. When the milk flows, I’ll suck it all up greedily.”

“H-how could I get pregnant…!”

“Why not? If I cum my alpha seed inside you every day, even a recessive omega can’t avoid getting knocked up without swelling the belly. Wanna bet with me?”

“Th-that’s not the issue, how could we do that between you and me… n-no, absolutely not…!”

He wasn’t talking about the pregnancy probability for recessive omegas but about the immoral relationship between blood brothers, yet Doha showed no hesitation at all. If Dad finds out… Aren’t you scared of what’ll happen if Dad finds out?

“If Dad finds out….”

“So what? We can just run away together.”

“No…! I c-can’t run away…!”

He couldn’t leave this mansion and go anywhere. They said there was no paradise in a place one fled to. The only place for him was the mansion. Just that one place. At his firm answer, a low, scoffing chuckle came from behind—pfft.

“Yeah, then keep just licking your lips like this.”

“Eunght…!”

Doha leisurely dipped just the glans ridge inside and pulled it out repeatedly. His body grew unbearably heated from the cock head only teasing the shallow inner wall pleasure points before withdrawing. Constantly only brushing the shallow spots made his vision spin, as if he were going insane.

“Hnghp, p-pleaseee….”

Clawing at the bedsheet so hard his nails might break, Doeon begged. Please thrust that thick, long, hard cock inside and pound him—thwack, thwack. He felt like he was going crazy for even thinking such things, yet right now, his mind was filled with nothing else.

“Say you want to get pregnant. Say you want to carry my child.”

“No, I hate it…!”

“I’ll force-knot you.”

“Th-that can’t happen…!”

“Hyung wants my cock too. I’ll fuck you, so say it.”

Gripping the base of the cock and tapping the glans against the rear hole entrance—tap, tap—made Doeon buck his waist upward as if sparks had flown. He couldn’t endure it anymore. His intraocular pressure rose from arousal, making it feel like his eyeballs would pop out. Doeon painfully parted his lips.

“P-preg, pregnant… m-make me….”

“‘Please.’ Say it all the way.”

“P-pregnant, make me pregnant, please, haaaang…!”

As soon as those words ended, Doha readjusted his grip on Doeon’s both hips and thrust the cock shaft all the way in. The cock savagely pulverizing his insides pushed aside the sigmoid colon and plunged into the baby-making chamber. Doeon threw his head back and rolled his eyes. The pleasure that blinded him made everything go dark.

Squelch, squelch, his soft, tofu-like buttocks collided with Doha’s hip bones, losing their original shape, quivering and squishing. Amid the jiggling soft flesh—slap, slap—the snake-like dark red cock dug in and out repeatedly, squelching, squelching, ravaging the insides.

“Huu, I’ll make you pregnant, hyung.”

“Haht, p-preg, pregnant, make me pregnant, make me…! Haaang…!”

“How many times should I cum inside?”

“Hnght, a lot, hng, a looot…!”

Unrestrained pleasure dominated his entire body. Doeon completely lost his reason and cried out to be impregnated. Even if he bore Doha’s seed, even if that seed burst out of his belly as a spider monster, it didn’t matter anymore.

In this moment only, the pleasure Doha gave him throbbed vividly alive. His senses awakened, electricity coursing through his fingertips and toes, and before he knew it, the tip of his white cock, heavily bobbing in reaction, was flushed red with blood rushing to it.

“You’ll get pregnant even without knotting, hyung.”

“Haaang…! G-good, cock, love the cock, haa…!”

Squelch, squelch, squelch. The intense sound of the cock pounding as if to tear the hole apart sent shivers echoing through Doeon’s room. With the rough pistoning, veins bulged on Doeon’s temples. It felt like he would die, yet it was ecstatic enough to drive him out of his mind.

“Heek, uuung, hng, cock, hnght, cock, love it, hee, hnguuung…!”

Every time Doha thrust his waist up fiercely, the taut, round nipples hanging downward shook mercilessly.

At that moment, Doha slipped both arms between Doeon’s shoulder blades from behind and pulled his upper body back. Doeon’s waist arched into a semicircle as his upper body lifted. The crinkly purple-tinged nipples raised their heads toward the ceiling.

“Heek…!”

In that position, as he roughly thrust his waist upward, the hook-like thick glans ravaged the curved innards indiscriminately. Doeon’s eyes widened as much as they possibly could.

“Huaaa, no, don’t, aa…!”

“Here?”

“Ah, no, don’t, don’t, that’s, that’s the spot, no….”

“I’ll drill it.”

Finally, he stirred the bent curve wildly and rammed the hard head against the cervical entrance. Driven mad, Doeon twisted his waist.

“St-stop, that’s, that’s the spot, stooop, hnght…!”

“Stay still.”

Without mercy, he slammed in from behind—thud—and Doeon’s flat lower belly momentarily bulged inward before caving in. His vision blurred hazily.

“Hng, d-do it like that, huaaa…!”

With the whites of his eyes rolling upward, Doeon gaped his mouth wide and let out a lewd cry. The pleasure, as if his mind were turning into a vacuum, swept over his entire body.

“Huaaaang, I’m, cumming, aa…!”

From the tip of his white cock—spurt, spurt—white mucus poured out in an arc and landed on the pillowcase. Even after climaxing, his mind didn’t clear; swept up in the force of the cock stuffed full behind him pulverizing his insides, he could only helplessly surrender his body.

“Hu, eat my seed well, hyung.”

An alarm blared noisily in his mind. Thanks to the ejaculation, Doeon regained a bit of reason and recalled that receiving semen inside his body was dangerous.

“N-no, not inside…!”

“You said you wanted to get pregnant.”

“Hng, th-that was, hnght, I, I don’t want it…!”

As he flailed his two arms, Doha annoyedly overlapped them behind his back and pinned his waist down—thud. Doeon’s upper body, floating in the air, was slammed straight into the bed, and he rubbed his face against the bedsheet.

“Uht, no, don’t, st-stop…!”

The thick glans began pounding the baby-making chamber—thwack, thwack. Doeon bit the inside of his mouth until it bled. The eerie sensation of the baby-making chamber being pressed by the cock head’s reckless thrusts transmitted as pleasure like his whole body was being crushed. As Doeon panted as if his breath would give out, Doha focused relentlessly on that one spot, pulverizing it without rest with the cock shaft.

“Huu, I’ll turn it into a dog rag hole.”

“Haht, D-Doha, p-please, sl-slowly, p-pleaseee….”

Doeon begged in a breaking voice, but it didn’t reach Doha’s ears. The desire to spill his seed into his brother’s baby-making chamber had become a conquering lust that would thrust until the slick mucosa burst and knead until the hole tore.