The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 35

“…….”

“Dad was worried. He was afraid that Doeon might hate Dad.”

“Ah, I don’t hate Dad…!”

Doeon pulled back his neck and shook his head. Even though he had brought uninvited guests like Doha and Yubin, Dad himself was not someone he hated. Dad was the only adult who could bequeath the mansion to him, and as much as he, who had thirsted for affection, had hoped for, no, even more than he had hoped for, he had appeared in a young and wonderful form. He was beautiful. More than he had ever imagined.

“Is that so?”

“Yes….”

Taeoh, who had been quietly examining Doeon’s complexion, poured a sweet rosé wine as an aperitif into the wine glass and said.

“Dad thought that suddenly new people coming and acting like family would feel unfamiliar.”

“…….”

“But since we’ve been apart for so long, isn’t it not bad to take this opportunity to get close?”

“…….”

He wished there had never been such an opportunity to get close in the first place. If he hadn’t met Doha, he wouldn’t have committed the sin and wouldn’t have faced the spider monster. Did Dad know about that?

“I hope Doeon understands at least until the welcome party. Because it’s not just a seat for Yubin, it’s also a seat for our Doeon’s debut into society.”

With the glass lightly touching his lips, he gently curved his eyes.

“…After the welcome party ends… are you going back?”

Doeon threw the question he had wanted to ask all along. Taeoh savored the wine on the tip of his tongue and then nodded his chin.

“Yes. I have to go back.”

It felt like light was finally shining at the end of the pitch-black tunnel. The fog-filled mind cleared up cleanly. He had received a definite answer from Taeoh. They were going back. To where they originally were. With a face more relaxed than at first, Doeon met Taeoh’s gaze and awkwardly lifted the corners of his lips. Yes, there was no way Dad would take the mansion away from him. Taeoh smiled at Doeon with radiant eyes.

“You’re so happy that I’m going back?”

“Ah, no… that’s not it….”

Had he shown his happiness too obviously? Doeon bit the inside of his cheek until his cheeks hollowed out.

“Th-Then, what are your plans for the mansion…?”

In fact, the mansion was his, but to reclaim that mansion, Dad’s wealth was needed. His throat, waiting for the answer, had dried up completely. He couldn’t even breathe for fear that he would say he was going to sell it.

“This mansion?”

“Yes….”

Dad leaned his elbows on the table and languidly propped his chin. It was an expression as if he had never thought about that matter even once. His heart leaped at his expression and every gesture.

“Does Doeon want to keep living here?”

“Yes!”

As he immediately nodded vigorously, he smiled faintly.

“If you want to live here, you should live here.”

Radiant light shone. Dad’s smile was that of an omnipotent god. All the previous disappointment, frustration, and anguish flew away in an instant at Dad’s one word. It meant he could finally find freedom. It was a vow that he no longer needed to worry.

“It would be different if Doeon were a recessive omega.”

“……!”

“But since you’re a beta. I’m relieved. If Dad misses Doeon, he can just come visit home often.”

“…….”

It felt like someone was suddenly clutching his heart. Dad knew him as a beta. He was protecting this mansion because he was a beta. If he were an omega. And a recessive omega at that… what would happen?

“What were you talking about?”

As soon as the conversation ended, Yubin and Doha entered from the kitchen side. Doha sat down indifferently across from Doeon with an expression that said he was annoyed to death.

“Yes. That the welcome party is anticipated.”

“It’s also Young Master Doeon’s debut day into society, so you must be looking forward to it, right?”

Yubin asked as he sat in the seat next to Doeon. Yubin’s words didn’t grate as much as before. Because if he endured well until the welcome party, Yubin would go back too. Doeon nodded faintly with a smile.

“Yes….”

At Doeon’s response, Doha, who was sitting across from him, seemed a little surprised and twitched his thick eyebrows. He let out a sneer from his well-shaped mouth and then lowered his hand under the table. Doeon became anxious.

No, not here.

No.

Whirr-.

At that moment, a buzzing vibration rang inside his body. To be precise, it was a whirring vibration deep inside his back hole.

Last night.

‘I guess I need to take some measures.’

To prevent the semen from leaking from his back hole, Doha had brought a white plastic object the size of his thumb from his room. At the tip of the object, bumpy protrusions were wrapped around. It was a bizarre object whose purpose was unknown.

‘I prepared a gift for hyung.’

“Wh-What is that?’

‘I’m going to use this as a back hole plug.’

‘P-Plug?’

‘Because hyung keeps leaking my semen. I have to block the back hole.’

‘No, I don’t like it…!’

He felt repulsed at the very idea of inserting that strange object into his body. Gazing at Doeon, who was freaking out, Doha clicked the small remote control.

‘Hyung will feel good if you put this in too.’

Then, the plastic object in Doha’s palm began to vibrate with a buzzing sound. The true nature of the plastic was a vibrating egg straight out of porn. But Doeon, who had never seen one, furrowed his brow at the small object vibrating in Doha’s hand as if it were some alien creature.

‘If you try to put it in… I won’t leave you alone….’

‘Then don’t leak the semen.’

In the end, he couldn’t stop Doha’s stubbornness this time either. Was it the third ejaculation? Or the fourth? After spreading his limbs and sprawling out from the violent fucking, Doha had pushed Doeon’s thighs up to 90 degrees and finally shoved the vibrating egg into his back hole.

‘Uhp, take, take it out. It, it feels weird….’

‘If I take this out, I’ll knot you.’

With that terrifying threat of knotting, he had ended up sobbing desperately and then fainting. No wonder his behind felt heavy. It was the moment when the unfamiliar foreign object asserted its presence.

“Young Master Doeon doesn’t have anyone you’re seeing, do you?”

Obliviously, Yubin asked another question from the side.

“Huh, yes? Yes….”

Doeon clenched his fists tightly and barely managed to answer. The vibrating egg buzzed and shook his body every which way, rubbing the bumpy raised sensitive spots all over the place. His vision blurred, and even Doha’s face, which seemed to be smirking mockingly in front of him, appeared distant.

“We’re having a welcome party, so why not make a lover while we’re at it, Young Master Doeon. Someone like Young Master Doeon must have a lot of people who want to date you, right?”

Doha, who had been staring intently at Doeon, where beads of cold sweat were forming on his forehead, raised the intensity one notch higher with the remote at Yubin’s words.

“Uhp…!”

The vibrating egg rattled- and bounced his body while pounding the inner walls. Doeon bent at the waist and bit his teeth. Because the vibrating egg was only grazing the shallow inner walls, the inside felt so itchy that he thought he would go mad.

“Young Master Doeon, are you hurting somewhere?”

With the cold sweat beaded thickly on his forehead and his body trembling finely, Yubin asked worriedly at the unusual signs. Then, Taeoh’s gaze, who had been sipping wine with his lips, also fixed on Doeon.

Don’t look.

Doeon barely gripped the end of the table with his fingers and shook his head. Afraid that the buzzing sound of the vibrating egg would be heard, Doeon curled his body up sharply. His disheveled bangs completely covered his forehead.

“I-I’m fine…. J-Just a moment, b-bath, bathroom….”

He couldn’t stay seated like that. If he did, he might wet his pants with fluids. Doeon glared at Doha, who was sitting leisurely across from him. Doha just shrugged his shoulders once with a sneer.

You bastard.

Doeon clutched his lower belly and hurried toward the first-floor bathroom. Even while walking, the vibrating egg pressed on the sensitive spot, nearly making him stop in his tracks and collapse, but he barely held it in.

Rattle rattle rattle-.

“Uht…!”

In that situation, whether Doha had touched the remote again, the vibrating egg started vibrating even more strongly than before. Doeon, sweating profusely, grabbed the bathroom door handle and entered inside.

Bang, as soon as he hurriedly closed the bathroom door, he collapsed to the floor. He had to take out the vibrating egg. Barely kneeling down, he quickly pulled down his pants and took off his underwear, and with a sticky sound, the wet fabric peeled away from his perineum. The underwear already had fluids that had leaked out clinging like transparent threads.

“Uhn….”

He stretched his hand toward the center of his trembling buttock flesh from the aftermath of the vibration. Doeon inserted one index finger into the gaping hole with careful gestures like a surgeon. The slippery fluids made entry easy.

He never thought he would insert a finger into his back hole of his own will. In the awkward situation, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Had he inserted about one joint? Still, nothing touched the tip of his finger. How far in did it go? Doeon bit his lower lip gently and inserted his finger about two more joints.

“Uht…!”

Something felt off. The situation of shoving his own finger into the hole was embarrassing, yet the feeling of the back hole sucking on his finger made his nerves tighten sharply.

“Uuh, where, where is it….”

This was not the time. He had to find it and take it out quickly. Doeon pulled his pants down to below his thighs, bent his upper body forward, and got on all fours like a dog. He thrust three joints of his finger into the hole that was gaping like a crucian carp’s mouth in the center of his plump buttocks.

“Uht, uhn…!”

A moan escaped him unwittingly, and Doeon bit his lips. Buzz- the inner walls fluttered and transmitted the vibration even to his finger. Even after inserting about three joints, nothing touched the fingertip.

“Uht, where, hut, did it go in….”

Anxious Doeon scraped the inner walls with his finger even though there was nothing to grab. As the vibration-sensitized inner walls were scratched by the nail, in that instant, lightning struck in front of his eyes.

“Haaah…!”

What had he just done? It felt just like masturbating. At the pleasure surging in like the tide, Doeon trembled his fan-like eyelashes. Was he really himself, thrusting his own back hole with his hand and shivering in ecstasy? But he couldn’t stop. Because he had to remove the vibrating egg.

Doeon more actively started a reciprocating motion, inserting and withdrawing his index finger halfway. Squish, squish. Wet sounds echoed from below.

“Ah… Ah… Aht…!”

Knock knock.

It was then. A knocking sound came from outside the door.

Who is it?

Doeon, who had been engrossed in thrusting his back hole like masturbating, was startled and pulled out his hand. He had forgotten that enemies were everywhere. Doeon whispered softly like a kitten placed in front of a wildcat.

“Wh-Who is it…?”