The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 36

The person standing outside the door said nothing. Doeon grabbed the doorknob and pressed his ear against the door. Not even the sound of an ant crawling could be heard from beyond it. Only the vibration sound echoing thickly inside his own body was clamorously loud.

“…….”

Was it an auditory hallucination? Was it an illusion created by his own guilt? Doeon clutched his lower abdomen like someone suffering from abdominal pain and barely managed to squeeze out his voice.

“Is… is there no one there…?”

“It’s me.”

“……!”

The voice slicing through his mind was familiar. The low voice of Doha. His heart froze coldly, then soon regained its normal pulsation. If it had been Dad or Jung Yubin, his heart would have sunk in dread at the possibility that they might have heard the groan he had let out.

“Hng… Go away!”

“I think you need me.”

That was right. The only person who could stop the vibrating egg that was persistently pounding against his inner walls was Doha. Doeon readjusted his sweaty hand on the doorknob.

“Hn, th-this, take it out… quick…”

“I’ll take it out if you open the door.”

“…….”

“If you open the door, I’ll really take it out. Dad told me to come check because hyung isn’t coming out. He’s waiting, Dad is.”

Dad? Dad was waiting. It was only natural that he would find it strange since his eldest son had suddenly run to the bathroom during breakfast. Doeon wiped his moistened eyes and pulled up his pants, which had slipped down below his thighs. Solving the vibrating egg came first.

Click.

Doeon, who had opened the door about the width of a finger, cautiously peeked out his flushed face through the gap. He saw Doha, who was standing with his arms crossed and holding the remote control in his hand.

“Hn, qu-quick, take it out…”

Doha silently stared at Doeon. The flushed cheeks. The forehead damp with cold sweat. The furrowed brows. From the way Doeon couldn’t keep his thighs still and was fidgeting, he could tell how urgent the situation was for Doeon. Doha gave a leisurely smile, raised his slender arm, flung the door wide open, and quickly stepped inside.

Bang.

“Wh-what are you doing, hn, th-this, st-stop it, I said…!”

With the door closed and Doeon pushed into the corner of the bathroom, he quietly screamed until his throat turned bright red. Doha, who had been quietly scanning Doeon’s face that was turning red and then blue, suddenly lowered his gaze. The front of Doeon’s pants was bulging prominently.

“You’re trying to go at it alone again. So like a cum rag.”

He hadn’t even realized that he had gotten erect without knowing it. Unlike his mind, his body was brutally honest. Doeon’s face turned bright red like a ripe tomato. He had probably ended up erecting it while fiddling with his rear with his hand. Doeon lowered his hand and quickly covered the front.

“D-don’t just look, hng, take it out, please…!”

Because of the vibrating egg that was shaking his body every which way and roughly pounding the delicate mucous membrane, he couldn’t even stand properly, and yet his lower part, which was treating that violent foreign object as if it were a cock and secreting fluids while teasingly chewing on it, only felt resentful.

“If you want to beg, do it properly.”

“Hn, h-how…”

“For example, show some sincerity with your mouth-cunt.”

“M-mouth-cunt…?”

“Ah, hyung has never used your mouth-cunt on me.”

Doha chuckled, stretching his well-defined lips. It was a laugh as if he was missing out on an undiscovered new world that he hadn’t found yet.

With Doeon standing there dazed in front of him, Doha lowered the toilet lid and sat on it, slightly spreading his firm thighs. Since Doeon was just staring with his large, moist eyes, Doha pointed to the gap between his own thighs.

“Come here.”

“Hn, no, I don’t want to…”

“You gonna keep Dad waiting? We have to finish quick and get out, hyung.”

“…….”

“Time’s passing. Dad’s gonna come like this.”

“……!”

He couldn’t let Dad see him like this. Before Yubin and Doha arrived, he had received a firm promise that he would go back once the welcome party ended. But if it got found out that there was immoral behavior between brothers…

Everything that had happened so far had to absolutely remain a secret.

There must not be even a 1% chance of it influencing Dad’s decision, no dishonorable flaws. Even if it meant committing another sinful act of immorality. Moreover, the fact that he was a recessive omega…

“O-okay… B-but…”

“But?”

“I… can’t walk… hn…”

A voice full of resignation leaked from Doeon’s lips. As if satisfied with the response, Doha lowered the intensity by one notch with the remote control. As the vibration’s strength weakened compared to before, Doeon felt like he could almost cry at Doha’s generosity.

“Better now? Come here.”

Doeon approached Doha, who was beckoning him with a flick of his fingers as if calling a puppy. Whirr-whirr—the vibrating egg was now tickling his lower part with a moderate vibration. His lower part, which would gush fluids just from inserting a finger, was so soaked from the continuous stimulation that it was making his panties slimy with the chewing fluids. He had to finish before it soaked his pants too. That was what Doeon thought.

Doha stared at Doeon, who was approaching unsteadily, and lowered his pants zipper. The cock that jerked out from inside was grotesquely veined all over the shaft.

In contrast, his white and long fingers wrapped around the base of the cock and slowly stroked it up to the purplish glans that was as thick as a plum with its heavy balls.

It was a cock he never got used to, no matter how many times he saw it. To think that cock had been going in and out of his body last night, making him lose his mind. Suddenly, his body shivered, and his hole clenched tightly. The vibrating egg inside rubbed against the ripely softened mucous membrane of the inner wall, grinding its bumpy tip vigorously with a drrr, scraping sound.

“Hn…”

Doeon barely bent his waist and knelt between Doha’s thighs. Doha’s cock, visible right in front of him, seemed to react to Doeon’s faint, barely-there pheromones as it twitched savagely and sprang up.

The bulging veins standing out on the dark red flesh were hideous and bizarre, but he knew well how that hard flesh would mess up his lower part when it entered his rear hole. Extreme pleasure. As if the aftereffects of last night were overwhelming his body again, Doeon shuddered finely. Doha coldly commanded Doeon, who was trembling between his thighs.

“Open your mouth-cunt.”

He could easily tell that mouth-cunt referred to his mouth. Doha enjoyed giving the name “cunt” to every hole he had.

Doeon blinked his chilly eyes and obediently opened his mouth. It felt like steam was forming in the hot hole. The glans, glistening with pre-cum, began to thrust into the gap between his widely opened red lips.

“Mmph, mmf…!”

Even though he had barely taken in just the glans, nausea rose up. One cheek bulged as if it would tear. The slippery glans rubbed against the delicate mucous membrane.

“Mm, mrf, mmf…!”

After rubbing the glans against the delicate mucous membrane for a while, Doha pulled out his cock and grabbed Doeon’s hand as if handing over a trophy, making him hold the base. It was too thick to grasp with one hand. Doeon panted roughly and had to hold the base with both hands.

“Haa… haa…”

“Suck it like ice cream.”

How did he used to suck on ice cream? Doeon tried to recall the last day he had eaten ice cream. It was two years ago. On Mom’s birthday, a little money had been left from the living expenses received from the housing pension, so he had bought an ice cream cake.

Unlike Doeon, who didn’t usually snack much, Mom liked sweet desserts. The memory of inserting candles together into the deep, rich chocolate ice cream cake and blowing them out, huu, while praying for Mom’s recovery, flashed through his mind.

‘Mom, happy birthday.’

‘Thank you, son.’

What had the ice cream tasted like back then? Sweet? It must have been sweet. Now, instead of ice cream, he was taking his younger brother’s cock in his mouth. The musky, fishy taste of pre-cum lingered on the tip of his tongue.

Doeon gently closed his eyes and, like melting and eating ice cream, stuck out his tongue long and lightly licked the slit in the middle of the glans. The pre-cum pooled in the urethral opening stretched like a thread on the tip of his tongue and then snapped.

He gulped down the saliva pooled under his tongue and opened his mouth wide to envelop the glans ridge fully, then slurped it up with his whole lips, chuuup. Was he doing it right? Fortunately, he heard a low groan leaking from above, from Doha.

Instinctively, Doeon buried his prominent nose into the curly, abundant pubic hair. The innate male scent mixed with pheromones created an addictive smell. Doeon wrinkled the tip of his nose and licked from the base of the cock, lapping it up with his tongue. The sensation of the uneven veins wrapping around his sensitive tongue tip sent a sharp tingle down the back of his neck.

It felt like those dark red veins on the cock would stretch out like sturdy tree branches at any moment and strangle his tongue. The sensation as if his tongue was getting electrocuted spread throughout his body. Even while imagining that, Doeon faithfully didn’t forget to lick up the shaft with his tongue, which had fine protrusions, like ice cream. Before he knew it, he had gently closed his eyes and was completely immersed in sucking the cock.

“You’ve got a face like you’re dying of happiness from eating cock with your mouth-cunt.”

“Chuuup, chup, hng, jjuuup…”

Doha looked down at his hyung, who had gone mad from the act of holding his enormous cock with both hands and licking up the shaft with his eyes closed, finding it ridiculous.

“How deep is your throat-cunt? I bet it’s loose like a cum rag, of course.”

Doha inserted his fingers strand by strand into the fluffy hair and gripped the crown of his head tightly. Without hesitation, he thrust the glans between Doeon’s lips.

“Mrf, mmrf… glk…!”

In one go, the thick glans rammed straight to the uvula. Glk, glk—the suffocating pressure as if his breath would cut off. The stuffiness of the uvula being pressed. At the unfamiliar foreign sensation, tears and snot immediately streamed down. The strange thing was that even in his blurred vision, a bizarre excitement was rising.

It was weird. It should feel repulsive, it should feel disgusting. Without realizing it, Doeon opened his throat as much as possible so as not to scrape the large cock filling his mouth-cunt with his teeth. As if acknowledging that effort, Doha tapped, tok tok, on Doeon’s swollen cheeks, which looked like they would burst, with his long fingertips.

“Hoo, your throat-cunt is deep like a rag too. Who used it first, huh?”

Doeon shook his head vigorously from side to side. Everything was all firsts. Everything Doha was doing and instructing.

With the feeling of a stake driven into his throat, it wasn’t easy to shake his head either. His jaw, stretched to its limit, trembled as if it would dislocate. Saliva dripped down along the convulsing jaw.

“Take good care of your throat-cunt. If I catch you sucking another guy’s cock, I’ll pull out all your teeth.”

“Glk… kgh… ack…!”

A large hand grabbed a fistful of his soft, fluffy hair. Doeon slightly furrowed his brows and barely nodded his head. As if it was a satisfactory response, Doha seemed to loosen the grip on his hair for a moment, then immediately smashed Doeon’s face violently against his groin.

“Mrf… ack… glk…!”

Doeon’s chin bulged prominently, and his prominent nose bridge buried into the abundant pubic hair. The pleasure of the glans crushing the uvula overwhelmed his entire body. The pale pupils in his round eyes rolled up abruptly.

Doha, who had wrapped both hands around the sharp jaw that was barely showing the whites of his eyes while his eyelashes fluttered, began pistoning sadistically into the throat-cunt.

“Mrrf, mmrf, glk, keh, glk…!”

Even in the sensation where hail was pouring into his vision and hammers were relentlessly striking inside his head without rest, Doeon spread his tongue flat and stimulated Doha’s shaft with the tip of his tongue. All reason had evaporated, leaving only instinct.

“Mm, mmm, mmrf, chup, jjuuup, ack, glk…!”

His instinct opened his throat wide to draw the luscious cock ravaging his throat-cunt even deeper inside.

More, put it deeper. More, ruin me more.

In his kneeling position, he subtly ground his rear hole against his heel and slyly twisted his waist. The chewing fluids burst out like a dam breaking. By now, the perineum of Doeon’s pants was stained black.

“You’re spilling your yin fluids alone again. Can’t shake off your cum rag nature, huh?”

“Mrf, keh, hn, glk, ack…!”

Doha matched the yin fluid grinding where the rear hole was pounding against the heel and thrust his cock into Doeon’s mouth with a thud, thud, as if driving in his essence all the way to his balls. The silhouette of the halved glans protruded and receded repeatedly under the bulging chin.