The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 34

“I’m going to make the milk come out of your tits quickly.”

“Ah! Uh! N-No, nooo, uhn…!”

With a blankly loosened face, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth, Doeon wept desperately. The sight of himself with a full belly and milk leaking from his flat chest— even imagining it was nothing but eerily bizarre and chilling, and he couldn’t understand why Doha craved that sight for any reason. But what was even more incomprehensible was the pleasure that made it impossible for him to stay in his right mind. Even when the cock shaft was thrust in recklessly, the tight inner walls clung stickily to the cock head, squeezing it with a slick grip.

“Hyung, don’t clench your back hole so tight. I’m going to cum.”

“Uhn, uh! Y-You, too, b-big, too b-big, ha-ah! …!”

At that moment, Doha gripped the sticky, glutinous ass like mochi tightly and thrust his groin in with a splat.

“D-Deep, too b-big, haa, haaa…!”

“You’re going to swallow all of my semen.”

Soon, a low groan was heard, and Doha’s thighs hardened like stone. Before long, the firm abdominal muscles twitched as if jumping, and semen began to spurt into the inner walls with a gush and squelch.

“Nooo…!”

At the sensation of the semen filling him up for a long while, Doeon felt as if he were falling off a cliff. A feeling like plummeting straight to the bottom. The end of this immoral fuck concluded with him finally taking his brother’s seed into his belly. Doeon bit his lower lip and curled his body up.

The hideous cock embedded in his lower body was still deeply connected. Even after one withdrawal, it magnificently filled his insides tight with its own flesh.

“P-Pull, pull it out….”

“If I pull out, all the semen I shot inside will leak out. Let’s sleep like this.”

Doha gently caressed the bulging lower belly. Sleep like this? Wasn’t that crazy? If they got caught like that. Doeon twisted his limp body, which felt like it could faint at any moment.

“No… Go back to your room…!”

He strained desperately to separate his body from Doha. But the part connected so tightly, as if nails had been driven into his body, didn’t budge an inch.

“Let’s sleep, hyung.”

Embracing Doeon’s shoulders, he lay down overlapping his body behind him. Burying his nose in Doeon’s nape, a faint lavender scent brushed by. Hyung’s scent. Doha took a deep breath.

Doeon, finding Doha’s embrace uncomfortable, muttered softly while rigidly tense.

“It’s over, so go away….”

“It’s over? Go now? You’ve seen everything you wanted to see?”

“Th-That’s not what I….”

“But I’m not done yet?”

With the readiness to push in even his balls, Doha softly turned his waist. Splish, splish. The sensation of the cock swirling inside the semen he had shot in made his mind hazy. The tickling sensation inside his lower belly felt like it was kindling heat again. Doha muttered like a madman.

“I want to do only this with hyung all night long.”

“N-No…! Stop…!”

“The more you say no, the more I want to do it.”

“Uhp… I said go… Please….”

Doeon was in agony. After the pleasure ebbed away like an outgoing tide, only reality remained. Just the fact that his body was pressed against his younger brother’s with their lower bodies connected was enough to set off a dangerously ringing warning alarm that something was wrong.

His slender shoulders trembled. Realizing Doeon was crying, Doha let out a small sigh.

“What kind of temperament is it to do everything and then cry?”

“G-Go… away…!”

“You’re crying like a kid who had his candy taken away. Should I fuck you to make the tears stop?”

“Sh-Shut, shut up… Uhp….”

Looking at the heaving shoulders with exasperation, Doha slyly withdrew their connected lower bodies backward. As the blocked gap loosened, the sticky semen that had filled the inside began to reflux in stringy bubbles through the crevice. Doha clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

“I guess I need to take some measures.”

“Doeon, good morning.”

Doeon had imagined it. If his parents hadn’t divorced, he would have enjoyed ordinary mornings like this too. If Mom and Dad hadn’t separated, he could have seen Dad every day at the window where morning sunlight filtered densely through, greeting him with his arms lazily draped over the arms of the recliner sofa.

“Yes. Good morning, Dad.”

Coming down from the second floor, Doeon spotted Taeoh in the living room and absentmindedly rubbed his own parched face. Compared to Taeoh’s flashy facial features, his own gloomy face felt insignificant.

They said a sperm thief couldn’t do it, but perhaps that was an old saying too, as Taeoh and he seemed to have no resemblance. And yet, he didn’t take after his late mother extremely either.

Perhaps the disease he got after manifesting as a recessive omega had ruined his future. He was shorter than his younger brother Doha, and as an omega, his frame was slender too. Was it because he was recessive? He was probably a recessive lump whose growth had awkwardly stalled.

To Doeon, who was blankly self-deprecating, Taeoh slowly and elegantly rose from the recliner sofa and asked.

“I asked for a simple breakfast of brioche French toast. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes… I like it.”

Taeoh’s gentle tone moistened his ears like a shower. As Taeoh approached, he worried if Doha’s pheromones might be detectable on him, but Taeoh showed no particular sign.

That might be due to the synchronization with Doha. The pheromones of Doha that he had been drenched in were probably already familiar to Dad, so he wouldn’t sense anything unusual.

From Dad came a deeper woody scent than what came from Doha. Because it was morning, the scent felt even fresher and clearer, and Doeon closed his eyes to savor it.

“Did you have trouble sleeping last night?”

“…Yes?”

At the sudden question, Doeon opened his eyes and rolled his flustered pupils. Taeoh tilted his refined face slightly to meet Doeon’s gaze. His eyes, sparkling with countless lights as if absorbing the sunlight, stared at Doeon. It felt dazzling, so Doeon subtly narrowed his eyes.

“You look tired.”

“Ah….”

Last night, after being tormented by Doha all night long, he had unknowingly fainted around dawn. When he opened his eyes, Doha had vanished. That sly snake-like guy. While inwardly grinding curses at Doha, Doeon absentmindedly touched the back of his neck, where cold sweat suddenly welled up.

“I had a bit of trouble sleeping last night.”

“Oh dear.”

Taeoh lowered his beautifully shaped eye corners in a tone of genuine concern. In that instant, long fingers gripped his sharp jaw.

“Is that why? Your complexion doesn’t look good.”

Doeon held his breath with a sharp inhale. It felt like the intense pheromones spreading from the fingertips were piercing and absorbing into his skin. For a recessive omega, even standing still and inhaling such a strong dominant alpha’s pheromones was grueling. Fortunately or unfortunately, since Doha had poured out pheromones like a flood, he had built some immunity to dominant alpha pheromones, so he could avoid showing any strain.

“I-I’m fine….”

Taking a step back and turning his head, Doeon avoided Taeoh’s touch. Taeoh awkwardly withdrew his fingertips left in the air and, sensing something off, deliberately raised his eyebrows.

“You, Doeon….”

“Yes…?”

“Breakfast is ready, sir.”

At that moment, Jeong Yubin emerged from the kitchen. Seeing Taeoh and Doeon standing together, Yubin briefly froze his face expressionless before quickly plastering on a bright smile at the corners of his mouth.

“Young Master Doeon is up too?”

“Yes….”

“Young Master Doha must be a heavy sleeper. He’s still sleeping. I’ll go wake Young Master Doha.”

“Leave him. He’ll eat on his own.”

When Taeoh dissuaded him, Yubin shook his head.

“He’s family, so we should eat breakfast together. Isn’t that right, Young Master Doeon?”

“Yes? Yes….”

Family. He hadn’t even wished for a family in this combination. Seeing Jeong Yubin and that guy’s face from the morning would be grueling, but it was a task Doeon had to endure.

What had happened was what had happened, and the share to clean it up was his own. He would somehow return everything to its original place, as if nothing had happened. No matter what. Doeon vowed once again.

“Shall we go to the dining table first?”

“Yes….”

Doeon followed Taeoh. What had Dad been about to say earlier? But soon, in front of the meal set on the dining table, the question faded dimly.

On the round plate was a thick, golden-brown baked brioche toast. Over the caramelized tawny surface of the toast, condensed milk and powdered sugar were sprinkled, and seasonal figs sliced to bite-sized pieces were neatly placed on top. Beside it was even a ricotta cheese salad topped with nuts and blueberries over thick, creamy white cheese.

Doeon’s stomach, shrunken as if the front and back would stick together, gulped down saliva. Recalling when he last ate soft, fluffy bread was too distant to remember. When rice ran out, he survived on noodles that made his stomach sink quickly. Bread was a luxury.

It wasn’t support from a part-time activity assistant, but meals served by employees treated like limbs in the morning. It felt excessive. Those who moved like shadows were probably waiting somewhere in the mansion for Taeoh’s call.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Yes? Yes….”

Following Taeoh to his seat, Doeon looked around the quiet kitchen left with just the two of them. Right now, at this moment. He was alone with Dad. It might be the only time without any interlopers. It might be the only chance to talk about the debts tied to the mansion, the related documents, and inheritance.

In his lowered field of vision, he saw the fingertips that had gripped his jaw elegantly and gracefully unfolding a napkin. He had originally planned to wait until Jeong Yubin’s welcome party ended. Doeon suddenly felt impatient. He fully parted his fidgeting lips.

“Um, Dad….”

“Yes?”

How should he bring up the topic? His throat felt parched and burning. But at this moment, he had to say it.

“Wh-When are you planning to stay at the mansion until…?”

“Until when?”

Taeoh raised one eyebrow as if asking what he meant. Doeon swallowed dry saliva and continued with what he had been about to say.

“Y-You said before. That you’d only stay at the mansion for a while….”

“Ah… That’s right.”

Taeoh’s eyes rounded as he smiled. He was a beautiful man, after all.

“How about you, Doeon? Now that we’ve lived together a bit.”

“I, I….”

What should he answer? That to prevent a spider monster from appearing in the mansion, he had to stop the immoral fucking? That to prevent Doha’s deviance, he had to quickly remove him from the mansion? That he had to chase out the shameless Jeong Yubin who wanted to turn the mansion’s garden into a golf driving range? No, above all, he just wanted to be alone.

To protect the mansion, all these obstacles had to disappear.

Please disappear. Please.

“You don’t like it?”

“Ah, no, it’s not that I don’t like it….”

At the tone tinged with disappointment, he ended up answering that he didn’t dislike it. Taeoh looked at Doeon without losing his wonderful smile.

“It’s a relief that it’s not that you dislike it.”