The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 38

“Fuck, with that red light district setup.”

The chest reflected in the mirror was marked with vivid, mottled bite marks, its crinkly tips pointed stiffly toward the ceiling. When he pushed up the modestly swollen breasts from the lower chest with his palm and grabbed them, the flesh overflowed in his grip.

“You should eat cock with your tit-cunt too.”

“Mmf, mmph, mmf…!”

While kneading the chewy flesh in his grip, he thrust his waist up with a splat, thud. It was a thrusting that seemed to straighten out the wrinkled brain folds.

“Sorry. Be satisfied with finger-cock.”

“Mm, mmph, mm, mm!”

Since the chest was a sensitive erogenous zone, Doeon scattered tears while leaking groans from his lips blocked by the T-shirt hem. Doha firmly clutched one breast and drew his waist back long, then thrust it up as if embedding it into the buttocks with a splat.

“Mmf, mmph, hn…!”

“Ah, you’re dying of gratitude?”

Each time, the tip in his grip and the opposite tip spun in counterpoint with a tang-tang-tang, and Doha stared piercingly into the mirror at that recoil, adding vigor to his waist thrusts.

Squelch, smack, splaaack, squelch!

The lewd sound of cunt fluids and the pounding groin friction echoed in the bathroom. Even though the kitchen and the first-floor bathroom were quite far apart, if someone passed by the door. If this act got discovered by someone.

But that fear was not so frightening compared to the vibrating egg pounding below and the cock shaft pushing the vibrating egg deeper inside. Only the shuddering pleasure dominated his entire mind.

Drip-.

Finally, the vibrating egg wedged into the split gap beyond the colon, lodging in the center of the baby house. Its ridged tip mercilessly ground against the squishy mucous membrane.

“Mmf, mm, huumph…!”

Doeon, biting the T-shirt hem, shook his head like a spin dryer. Sweat and tears scattered everywhere like a sudden downpour, and the nipples standing rigidly as if to pierce the ceiling shook plumply. Doha looked down at Doeon’s cowlick-like crown, which was lifting its chin to show the whites of its eyes and trembling all over, and lifted the finger that had been tightly blocking the urethral opening of the pale cock. At that moment, a tick, fuse-snapping sound echoed in Doeon’s mind.

Spurt- splurt-!

From the suppressed, pallid pale cock tip, sticky fluid like white dotted lines drew an arc and fell. The semen flowing down the tile wall sparkled like pearls under the fluorescent light.

“Kkh, kkut, kkhut…!”

Furrowing his nose bridge to the utmost, Doeon convulsed his limbs. He couldn’t hear or see anything. Not the T-shirt hem he was faithfully biting getting soaked with saliva, nor the nipples intermittently bouncing upward violently due to the spasms dominating his body.

What woke Doeon, whose pupils were blankly dilated in a vacant expression as if fallen into a vacuum state, was the grip suddenly lifting his right ankle.

“Hngh…!”

Kkaak, the glans inserted even deeper pushed the vibrating egg lodged deep in the baby house, churning his belly noisily. Squelch, splooch, squelch. With his ankle gripped, the rapid waist thrusts made lightning flash before his eyes.

The fattened conger eel-like cock thrust into the tautly stretched pink hole, came out coated in white foam, and because it immediately plunged back in with a splat, the white foam clinging to the cock shaft splattered entirely onto the glutinous rice-like buttocks bearing palm marks.

In his twisted vision spinning like a broken toy, his own figure came into view: biting the T-shirt hem, whimpering and crying. A massive body stuck tight behind like a ruthless thug was chaotically churning below, pulling the widely spread ankles toward him fully and saying lowly.

“Huu, like living as a cock-house?”

“Huumph, mmf, mmph, kkh…”

“You should like it. Swallow my cock fluid tight and bear three of my kids.”

“Huumph, mmph, mm…!”

He knew he was deliberately bringing up pregnancy to draw out intense reactions from him. But he couldn’t ignore it at all. Doeon, who couldn’t collect his wits, visibly reddened his face, veined his neck, and shook his head vigorously, and as if satisfied, Doha endlessly split the inner walls. Soon, with a spliiick, red entrails clung to the cock shaft and were pulled out to breathe outside air.

Splish, splick, squish, squelch, at the moment when it seemed he would faint just like that, Doha thrust his waist up deeply with a thud, his thighs trembling as he ejaculated cock fluid inside.

“Huu…”

“Hnph, mm, mmph…”

The sensation of semen spreading inside his body gave a dirtier feeling than rolling in mud. Doeon subtly wrinkled his nose bridge. The endlessly plummeting sensation wasn’t just because the cock fluid he was receiving was from his blood brother.

Because he surrendered his body to pleasure, grew accustomed to it, and ultimately, even when using his body like a toilet, his rear-cunt quivered and willingly let the seed fluid flow deeper, in a way that was chillingly instinctive.

He was afraid he would yield to that instinct. That fear lingered. The prolonged ejaculation continued until goosebumps prickled all over his body. By the time he was standing on tiptoes from exhaustion, Doha completely turned off the vibrating egg’s power and released the gripped ankle. With relief that it was over, Doeon spat out the chewed T-shirt hem from his mouth.

“Haa… haa…”

Doha, who had placed hands on both hips and savored the afterglow of ejaculation while still connected, withdrew his heavy cock backward. The endlessly pulling cock exited with a pop, along with compressed air. Only then did Doeon relax his tension and release strength from his lower abdomen.

Haa, haa… With his belly against the sink, panting like a chick just hatched from an egg, a cold hand suddenly turned his waist around. While he was a mess, Doha, who had tucked that large cock into his training pants, looked neat.

“Sit there.”

“…Why?”

His hoarse voice came out scratchily. The place Doha pointed to was atop the closed toilet lid. No way, again? Horror surged at the same time as a faint anticipation sprouted inside. I’m crazy. As if seeing through his rash mind, Doha let out a scoffing chuckle.

“I said it because you seem expectant. The cunt-fucking ends here.”

“Hn, wh-who, who said, do more?”

“Because your face looks like it wants it.”

“Ah, no…!”

The sleek face folding its long eyes and laughing was annoying. He pouted his lips and stared only at the door beyond Doha. If he could open that door and escape from the guy. But he was still a rat in a trap. As if to remind him of that fact, a rope-like hand gripped his shoulder and forcibly pulled him to sit on the toilet.

“Wh-why are you doing this…!”

“I have to take it out.”

“Wh-what…!”

“The cunt plug.”

“…….”

He wanted to remove the vibrating egg. He wanted to extract the foreign object from his body, but it was impossible with his own hand. Because of the guy’s cock-thrusting, the vibrating egg might be lodged even deeper, wandering somewhere in his belly. If he left it like this without pulling it out. The thought that if unlucky, he might never find it made the back of his neck chill.

“Spread your legs.”

“Huh…?”

“I said spread your legs.”

“Hiiik…!”

A long hand entered the gap between his knees, gathered like tightly closed lips, and flung them open in one go. Dang, the dangling pale cock exposed bobbed its head shyly.

“Hook your hands behind your knees.”

How to hook his hands? While Doeon hesitated, as if frustrated, Doha personally pulled both of Doeon’s arms and hooked one behind each knee. With his thighs hooked within the range of arm movement and spread 180 degrees, his legs naturally formed an alphabet M shape.

“D-do you have to do it like this…?”

“Or should I examine it myself? I’m not a doctor either.”

He has to see it to find it. Doha, with knees bent and arms crossed, stared at the cavernously spread hole. As the needle-like gaze pierced, the rear-cunt unwittingly bared its pitch-black darkness, then clenched and opened repeatedly.

“A fist could fit in there?”

Doha clenched his own fist and slowly licked saliva over his lower lip. The hole that had just been stuffed full with the cock’s volume was expanded enough for a tightly gripped fist to enter, and with each exhalation, it puffed out showing red inner flesh and spat out the just-ejaculated cock fluid in chunks, glug-glug.

It seemed to have reached a state like a disconnected drain pipe, unable to drain water and just spewing it out. Observing the movement as if some part of his body was broken, like being entranced, Doha murmured in admiration.

“This is what makes it my cock-house.”

It felt like the slender gaze was sharply prodding every part it touched.

“Qu-quick, take it out, please… I have to go back quick…”

“To Dad?”

“Yeah…”

“You want to look good to Dad?”

It felt like the guy was peering right into his innermost thoughts. Afraid he would ask if there was another reason, Doeon bit his burst lip instead of answering.

“N-not exactly, but…”

“Everyone wants to look good to Dad.”

“…….”

“I find that pathetic.”

“…….”

“And boring.”

The guy’s voice, lowered by one tone, quietly spread inside. Pathetically, he was included in those pathetic and boring figures. He had to look good to Dad to keep the mansion. Dad had promised to go back, and until then, the deviations with Doha had to remain secret. As time passed, impatience grew. He had to hurry back to the dining table. His plea boiled over out of his throat.

“Do, Doha, qui-quick…”

“If you keep rushing…”

“……?”

“You’ll get hurt.”

Doeon had no choice but to shut his mouth at Doha’s voice, speaking gravely like a surgeon. Doha’s blade-like gaze was still fixed on the quivering hole. The intense gaze, as if aiming for a honey jar, brought shame upon itself.

When he inhaled hng, the hole clenched, and when he exhaled, it rose like a volcano on the verge of eruption, its red inner flesh gaping. Doha carefully stroked down the outer wrinkles swollen plump from friction with his fingertips, as if handling delicate petals, then suddenly clenched his fist.

“You, you, wh-what are you trying to do… No way…”

“Yeah, exactly.”

His uneasy premonition was not wrong. Doha, with his fist tightly clenched, brought it to the gaping hole as if measuring the size. As he instinctively tried to close his knees, he roughly fixed the ankles with his hand.

“I said you’ll get hurt if you move.”

“D-don’t do it…! Th-that kind of thing, I ha-hate it…!”

“If you hate it, wanna live with the cunt plug in forever? I won’t stop you.”

“…….”

A heavy teardrop formed on his thick eyelashes fell, drop, as he blinked and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to live with the cunt plug forever, but did he have to take a fist in the hole too? But his reality made it impossible to refuse the torture-like acts the guy performed.

Silently glaring with eyes rippling with hot tears, Doha interpreted it as assent, his grayish gleam shining as he turned his fist sideways and slowly pushed it into the rear-cunt. An enormous foreign sensation crashed over his body like an angry wave.

“Huuuk, eugh, kkh…!”