The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 37

At that moment, the glans pressing against his uvula began to twitch, twitch and spurt. The alpha’s pistoning, on the verge of ejaculation, quickened.

“Glk, kgh, glk…!”

To survive, Doeon rolled up his teary, half-lidded pupils. In his distant vision, he met the smoky gray eyes staring at him as if to devour him whole. Then, the eyes brimming with excitement folded in half, and with both hands gripping Doeon’s nape, he slammed his groin in with a squelch.

“Fuck. Hyung.”

“Gehk…!”

At the turning point where the terror of suffocating breath, glk, glk, turned into pleasure, Doeon had already ejaculated while still wearing his pants and underwear.

The hand twitching in the air braced against Doha’s thigh. The thigh, hard as stone, twitched, and hot cock fluid shot from the tip of the glans. The trajectory of the cock fluid slowly soaking the uvula and sliding down to the stomach wall was felt entirely in his empty stomach. That was Doeon’s first breakfast.

“Ack, gehk, cough, cough…!”

The cock that had been buried deep in his throat was pulled out from his mouth. As the saliva-swollen cock popped out with a terng, Doeon coughed harshly, bracing his hand on the floor and trembling his shoulders.

“Cough… cough… Now… is it done…?”

Wiping his mouth, smeared with semen and saliva, Doeon looked up at Doha. Since he had done as he wanted, it was now time to remove the vibrating egg.

Even after unloading one shot deep in the throat-cunt, Doha was slowly stroking up his still imposingly erect cock with languid movements. It was a drowsy yet chilling scene.

“Should I take it out?”

“Huh…?”

“I’ll take out the rear-cunt plug.”

An unexpected response came back. He had only hoped for the vibrating egg to be turned off, but to actually remove it entirely. Doeon nodded quickly with wet eyes.

“Mm, qu-quick, take it out…”

“Got it. Let’s stand up.”

Up. Doha grabbed both of Doeon’s hands and pulled him to his feet. As Doeon leaned on Doha to rise, Doha’s gaze fixed on his lower body.

“Your pants are all wet.”

“Ah, th-that’s…”

He wanted to snap that it was because of him, but before the sharpened gaze, Doeon’s words stuck in his throat. The next words really made him want to laugh in disbelief.

“Did you piss yourself? Is hyung a bedwetter?”

“You, you, re-really…!”

Stung by the teasing tone, Doeon twisted his wrists to pull his arms free. The more he did, the tighter the palm gripping his wrists became. With one hand twisting both of Doeon’s wrists, Doha used the other hand to pull down Doeon’s pants.

“If it’s wet, you have to take it off.”

“L-let go of this…!”

“If you keep resisting, I won’t take out the rear-cunt plug?”

“…….”

At Doha’s threat, Doeon stopped resisting and had no choice but to become obedient. Under the stark white fluorescent light, his pale buttocks exposed looked like plump peaches. The faintly tanned cheeks bore Doha’s palm marks in patches and were congested.

The rear-cunt plug nestled in the modest buttocks was whirring and vibrating, making the soft flesh, tender as tofu, quiver visibly. In the quiet bathroom, the mechanical hum vibrating inside Doeon’s body echoed beyond, reaching even Doha’s ears.

“Qu-quick, qui-quickly…”

Doeon was desperate. Though weaker than before, the stimulation from the vibrating egg pounding away made his insides itch so badly he felt like he would go mad. At the physiological itchiness he couldn’t scratch or reach, he shed thick tears that had welled up.

“Hmm, let’s see where it is.”

Unlike the fidgeting Doeon, Doha was utterly relaxed. Standing Doeon in front of the sink, Doha positioned himself behind and leisurely savored the faint lavender scent emanating from the nape damp with cold sweat.

“Bend your waist a bit so I can see well.”

“O-okay…”

His slender back, bending as instructed, was gaunt. He had tried with all his might to grope inside the hole with his own hand to pull it out, but the rear-cunt plug had hidden deep inside his entrails and wouldn’t come out easily. Doha would be different. Since he was the one who had put the foreign object inside his body.

Doha’s white fingers rose in his mind. Long and straight, but with thick finger bones. At that thought, his lower abdomen suddenly tightened.

The imagination of long fingers groping the curved inner walls and short nails scraping the sensitive mucous membrane exponentially overtook his brain. The imagination of those long, straight finger bones thrusting in with a squelch and crushing the dense pleasure points.

It was when he shook his waist as if begging for finger-cock to grind the pleasure points and bit his lip to swallow it.

“Hn, hng…?”

Instead of long, straight fingers, a thick, hot, throbbing flesh began to slide into the rear-cunt. Startled by the heavy sensation in the back, Doeon turned his head to see Doha biting his lower lip, pushing his fearsome cock into the cock-house.

“Eek, you, you, you said you’d take it out, pull it out, th-this, take this out…!”

“When did I?”

“You, you… I won’t let you get away with this… hn…!”

He raised the hand braced on the sink to push at Doha’s stomach, but the firm abdominal wall pressed tight against his buttocks was solid like a thick, long barrier. As if annoyed by the hand pawing at his stomach, he bent the wrist into an L-shape and gripped it, then immediately thrust his waist up with full force.

“I came to wreck hyung’s cunt with cock.”

“Eugh, haaah…!”

The thick glans pushed the drrr-drumming vibrating egg, shaking his body, all the way into the curved folds of his entrails. Inside the tight curves that could barely fit a single finger, the vibrating object invaded, expanding the delicate mucous membrane. Doeon’s moist pupils widened, and his small tongue stuck out long with a slurp.

“I plug up the cunt with a plug, and you scurry off to masturbate?”

“Heek, heugh, hng, haaah…!”

His heels were now entirely a pale pink. As Doha thrust his waist up with a squelch, Doeon’s ankle bones protruded, quivering, then followed the withdrawing cock and slapped back down on the tile floor with a smack. It was exactly being skewered on cock.

“Hng, m-masturbation, ah, no, I was, trying, to find, it, hek…!”

“You’ve got the energy to make excuses, so you’re still lively enough.”

Targeting the foreign object in his belly, he pushed it deeper, to more dangerous places. Now, the foreign object was grinding its ridges du-du-du beyond the suffocatingly narrow curves, trying to pierce into the baby house.

“Hiiik, th-this, it’s, sca-scary, this, it’s weird…!”

“Weird? Where.”

“Heugh, st-stomach. St-stomach, it’s weird…!”

By the time the object vibrating in his lower abdomen was pushed by the glans tip and felt vibrating right below the solar plexus, all he could do was expose the whites of his eyes fully and receive the dazzling fluorescent light.

“Stomach? Here?”

Thud, thud, thrusting his waist heavily, Doha raised one palm and pressed down hard, guuk, on the spot where the vibrating egg was rampaging inside the belly. The thin stomach sank in.

“Keh, heugh… kgh…!”

Under the broad palm, the whirring vibrating object and the bulging, vivid volume of the cock head thrusting in with a squelch transmitted through the paper-thin skin. Already driven mad, Doeon curled up flat like a frog stepped on by a boot and trembled violently.

“Hik, I, I, I’m gonna, cum, heugh, hng…!”

“You can’t cum yet, hyung?”

Doha gripped the hardening pale cock tightly and blocked the urethral opening with his thumb, squeezing kkaak. With the other hand, he clutched the soft cheek and repeatedly slammed his groin without pause. The tender flesh, soft as tofu, collided with the hard hipbone and quickly swelled red.

Amid the cheek flesh gripped by long fingers, the thick cock shaft coming and going in the rear-cunt revealed itself like a fattened conger eel splashing and spraying water each time, dripping white foam in globs onto the floor.

“Heek, het, ut, hn, eugh, kkh…!”

Tudududu—the vibrating egg, pushed by the cock, seemed like it could be vomited up into his throat without surprise. The delicate chin lifted toward the ceiling had its jaw muscles bulging like it had swallowed a walnut. Even as he mercilessly chewed his lower lip, he couldn’t hide the abnormal groans leaking through the gaps.

“Hek, heugh, let me, cum, please, hn, hng…!”

On the verge of climax pleasure. The pleasure that felt like his whole body would shatter was so dangerous that his fingertips and toes fanned out and curled repeatedly.

The pupils rolled back behind his eyelids tumbled forward again, but when savagely pounded by the ferocious cock, his mouth gaped heh- and the sclera alone rolled back up.

All the while, the accumulated urge to ejaculate was melting away pathetically, blocked by the unyieldingly firm thumb. As Doeon’s brows furrowed to their limit, the devil whispered while leisurely licking his earlobes.

“Wanna cum?”

“Hek, uh, uhn, hek…!”

“I’ll let you cum.”

The whispering voice was low but hot like burning coal. Doha scraped a long line down the neatly grooved center of the pale cock with his nail while roughly pounding the delicate mucous membrane. The blood-engorged pale cock tip twitched, and Doeon’s vision flashed white.

“Haaak…!”

“But thank you for letting me use your cock-house. This is a greeting.”

What he pulled out from his pants pocket right away was the remote for the vibrating egg. With the hand that had been blocking the groove at the tip of the pale cock, Doha clicked the dial, turning the vibration intensity to maximum.

The vibrating egg, wedged between the curves and whirring, now shook his body madly, pounding the mucous membrane every which way. Doeon’s body bent and stretched repeatedly like a soft-bodied creature roasting on a grill pan.

“Haaak, haaaang…!”

From his widely opened mouth, unswallowed saliva streamed down, and from his eyes that looked like the eyeballs would pop out, pooled tears overflowed. In his dilated pupils, his reflection in the mirror was a ridiculous expression, neither smiling nor crying, wailing grotesquely.

“Heuk, kkh, no, don’t, ha, hauk…!”

Doha scanned the deranged Doeon’s face and, like kicking a ball, thrust his waist up heavily to push the vibrating egg even deeper into the entrails.

“Huk, st-stop, pl-please, st-stop… hng!”

His vision turned milky white, and Doeon had to feel acute agony. The excruciating pain of the baby house splitting open in two. Because of the vibrating egg chaotically churning in that gap, he couldn’t regain his senses.

If only he could let go and faint. But pathetically, the pain made the inside of the rear-cunt boil over like a scorching furnace.

“Come on, you have to greet.”

In his hazy mind, endurance was utterly useless. Laboriously pushing his limp tongue tip back inside his lips, Doeon pursed his plump lips.

“Huk, co-cock-house, for using, th-thank, you, hn, ut!”

“Is hyung a cock-house?”

“Hng, yes, y-yes, hn, hng!”

Doeon shook his small head wildly. His light-colored hair strands fluttered along the grain, and the heavy tears dangling from his eyelash tips scattered in droplets.

“Yeah, from now on, live as my cock-house.”

“Heuk, yes, yes, hn, ut, hn!”

The head nodding unconditionally tilted back askew. Doha grabbed the chin tip and turned it, biting and sucking hard on the lips chewed raw and bleeding. The blood-tasting lips were swallowed into Doha’s mouth. Chuuup, jjup, jjuuup, the ravenous kiss suffocated him.

The fluttering tongue tip swept the roof of the mouth and rubbed every tooth meticulously. At the brain-melting pleasure, each time his lips parted slightly to catch breath, Doeon panted hek, hek roughly.

The stimulation making it impossible to collect his wits, top or bottom, seemed like it would make him pass out in a stupor, but as soon as their lips separated, Doha abruptly bit the hem of Doeon’s T-shirt with those saliva-glistening lips. The dry fabric was devoured by the lips, and he lifted his bruised eyes. He said he’d let him cum. It hurt so much he was dying. The unspoken words were blocked by the T-shirt hem and swallowed.