The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 39

Moans escaped involuntarily in ragged gasps. The fist entering the wet, squelching inner walls was cold and utterly hard, unlike the hot flesh, because of the firm bones. His jaw trembled faintly, and the pale tips of his fingers and toes in the air all curled inward.

“Huaaa….”

“My back hole is grabbing and pulling at my hand. What an amazing hole.”

Doha let out an exclamation of admiration in a wet voice. The inner walls soaked with cock fluids were chewing and sucking on the fist, which was as large as a cock, and were steadily guiding it along the path that the cock had thrust into. The hole caved in and swallowed the fist in one gulp with a squelch.

“Kuhk, th-that, nooo….”

“At this rate, it’ll eat up to my forearm?”

“Hueuk, ah, no, ya, hueuk…!”

Every time the fist pushed into the inner walls, it felt like his pelvis was splitting in half. Before he knew it, the hole had swallowed up to around the wrist bone. The center of his lower abdomen bulged out convexly. Doeon, stunned speechless by the sight, felt like he would faint.

“Heek, th-this, no, nooo, ya, th-this, i-it’s, weird…!”

Ironically, while the body receiving it was in pain, the fluids burst out like a flood, carving a path of water to guide the fist in more easily. It could only be said that it was a body truly born to receive what was entering it.

“Ha, hyung, if I’d known it’d be like this, I would’ve fed you a fist much sooner. I’ve been neglecting my cock house, haven’t I?”

“Hueuk, no, nooo, t-take, this, out… Hnng…!”

“I should’ve pounded the baby house with my fist to give it a refreshing massage. Right?”

As soon as Doha finished speaking, with a thud, he pushed the fist all the way in with rough force. The protruding knuckle bones stabbed straight into the cervix in one go, and Doeon arched his waist upward as if seared by an electric shock.

“Huaaaak…!”

With his head thrown back and the whites of his eyes exposed, Doeon’s mind saw nothing as he trembled violently. But on the contrary, fireworks of all colors exploded before his eyes. Pleasure flooded in terrifyingly, like an explosion. Every time he thudded and pounded the cervix with his fist, Doeon’s limbs flailed and jerked like a doll dangling from a string.

“Heuk, hek, i-it’s, weird, th-this, i-it’s, sca, scary, hueuk…!”

The feeling that his body was no longer his own dominated his entire form. The lower part that had eaten up to below Doha’s forearm throbbed numbly, and his mind grew hazy from the tremendous pleasure. The lower part that felt like it would tear squeezed tighter, twitching and bulging the hole as if there was more to clench, and burst out fluids like a flood.

Thud, thud—the cock fluids leaking from the baby house that had been punched flat leaked back out in streams. Every time the fist was pushed in and shaken out, fluids squirted out from the forearm with a splurt, splurt.

“Isn’t it only me who fucks you this deep?”

“Heek, you, only you, ha, have, hnng, hueut…! Only, youuu… Hek, hek!”

Doeon repeated the same words like a broken doll, his pupils gathered in the center and his tongue sticking out. His whole body was hot beyond measure, and a damp sweat broke out all over his skin. As if testing where his limit was, Doha mercilessly continued pistoning with his forearm without stopping.

“Hek, hnng, hueut, haang, aang!”

A nasal tone mixed into the moans that came out in gasps. The dangerous pleasure that turned his body inside out. His whole body felt like it would crumble from that pleasure. At that moment, Doha slowly spread his palm and began to flip and stir the baby house. Sparks flew before his eyes.

“Huaak, th-there, nooo, huaa… Th-that, nooo…!”

“Found it.”

Doha, gripping the pussy plug embedded in the baby house in his hand, scraped it out like digging with his fingernail tips.

“Hek, th-that, li-like, that, do, don’t, heuk, hauk…!”

A pleasure that stopped his breath spread from Doha’s fingernail tips, and at that instant, the strength drained from his limbs, and a pleasure like it would burn his whole body along his spine spread. Clear fluid began to squirt from the urethral opening of his erect white porcelain cock.

“Hueek, it’s, coming… Cu, cumm, heek…!”

Drip, drip—water thinner than urine flowed down his belly. Panting like someone who had sprinted 100 meters at full speed, Doeon ejected every drop of the fluid pooled inside his white porcelain cock outward.

“You even squirted water? Was it that good?”

“Huek, hnng, hek, hueuk….”

His vision blurred white. Doha’s voice buzzed, alternating between fading away and coming closer. He wanted to lose even his mind in the distant pleasure. The thought of returning to the breakfast table as if nothing had happened flew away entirely while the baby house was being smacked with a fist. The intense pleasure that felt like it would shatter his body. It was an act that stamped deeper into Doeon’s body than any scar.

With a long schlop, the massive forearm was pulled out for a while from between his sprawled legs like a corpse. The forearm glistening, soaked in chewing fluids, shone like it was covered in scales. Doha’s eyes folded lasciviously as he deliberately pulled out the fist slowly, admiring the hole like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Pop, and as the fist came out, the darkness from which the chewing fluids streamed down was thoroughly opened without blockage, now wide enough to easily take two fists. He tried to exert force, but no strength came. Had it completely broken? Had it become something he couldn’t even use his hands on anymore? Doeon suddenly felt fear, but perhaps because of the afterglow of squirting the fountain, he became intoxicated with a hazy thought of what did it matter. Perhaps because of that, Doha murmured lowly.

“Hyung, you can’t meet any other guy now. Who would use a hole that’s fucked to ruin? Only I would.”

“Hek, heek, hueuk….”

In a state of utter helplessness, sprawled limply, Doha, who had come back with a towel soaked in water, meticulously wiped the belly that had squirted the fountain and the groin where fluids had flowed.

“Get up. We have to go eat.”

There was no way breakfast would come to mind. Pleasure that went beyond limits turned a person into an idiot before they knew it. Staring blankly with his head drooped like someone drunk on sleep or alcohol, Doha crossed his arms and looked down at Doeon.

“Do you want to get fucked again? It looks like you’re protesting for me to fuck you.”

“No, nooo… Hueup….”

“Then get up.”

Doha hooked his arm around Doeon’s shoulders between his collarbones. Doeon leaned his head on Doha’s upper arm and barely tried to raise his lower body, but his legs had no strength. Like a newborn fawn, his legs trembled shakily. Doha clicked his tongue with a tsk and wrapped his hand around Doeon’s waist. He raised his body relying on Doha’s arm.

Click.

As the door opened, fresh air rushed in instead of the hot, sticky air like escaping from hell. Only then did his mind clear a bit. He had to hurry back to the breakfast table with a clean face. Doeon raised his limp hand and uselessly rubbed his dry face.

“Young masters?”

“……!”

After the voice, Yubin was standing there. His heart plummeted to the floor in an instant. Had he heard everything? All of it? The moans he had made, the dirty talk Doha had said. The friction sounds coming from below like it was tearing.

Somehow finding strength, he stepped away from Doha, who was supporting him, and stood two steps apart. An awkward air enveloped the three of them.

“I was just about to come look for you, young masters, since you weren’t coming.”

Fortunately, it seemed Yubin hadn’t seen them coming out of the bathroom together. Yubin looked back and forth between the two with curious eyes. Doeon’s nape broke out in a cold sweat at the gaze that looked at the two standing together as if it were novel.

“Where have you two been? Not even eating breakfast. Were you together?”

“W-We… I-I….”

Doeon’s voice came out in stutters. His mind was a complete blank on what to answer. As Yubin’s calm eyes narrowed slightly and he gazed curiously at Doeon, who was mumbling dazedly.

“You sure are curious about everything, Mr. Lawyer.”

Doha, with his hand in his pocket, cut off Doeon’s words and answered instead. Yubin’s expression cooled at the cold reply.

“Me?”

“Do we have to report everything one by one?”

At Doha’s words, Yubin let out a quiet, incredulous chuckle. Doeon didn’t dislike Yubin, but he wasn’t the type to show open animosity like Doha. He couldn’t be in that position either. It was Doeon who felt unnecessarily awkward.

“I-I… went, to the, ba-bathroom… Do-Doha, I ran into here….”

He barely murmured in a mouse-like voice, and the gazes of the two, which seemed ready to clash, landed on Doeon. Like prey cornered in the limbs, Doeon trembled his shoulders.

“You heard, right?”

Doha nodded his head pointedly and shrugged his shoulders. Yubin seemed like he had more to say, but he couldn’t continue because of Doha brushing past as if to slap his shoulder. Instead, he opened his mouth toward Doeon, who was standing blankly in front.

“The representative is waiting. At this rate, the food will all get cold.”

“Yes….”

Rubbing his even more pallid cheeks in the meantime, Doeon followed behind Yubin. His wide-open rear still hadn’t closed, and cold wind blew through the gap, chilling his insides.

The crazy act from moments ago wouldn’t erase from his mind and kept replaying vividly. The sensations, the tactile feelings, even the auditory ones. It was too far gone with Doha to return to everyday life now. And he was the foolish idiot trying to turn it back despite knowing that.

Late June, after a capricious shower had passed and before summer arrived, the day of Yubin’s welcome party arrived along with what could be called the last cool breeze.

“Is all the catering prepared?”

“Yes. As you instructed, we’ve hired top-class chefs to prepare course meals right beside you for enjoyment.”

“Perfect. Perfect. As long as the seasoning isn’t too strong, it’ll be just right.”

“I’ll let the chef know.”

The party planner had no time to sit in a chair until the day of the welcome party, listening to Yubin’s requests.

“I was worried the living room looked shabby, but with the lighting, it’s passable now.”

“We’ve used the high ceiling to hang over 50,000 small star lights in a straight line.”

The small star lights pouring down in a straight line from the ceiling sparkled fantastically like luminaries. Standing on the second floor, Doeon had the illusion that tens of thousands of fireflies were floating around, making his eyes dazzle.

Below the ceiling embroidered with light, there were about 50 round tables covered in purple satin like those seen at banquets and chairs with backs tied with purple ribbons.

The recliner sofa that had been placed in one corner of the living room, soaking in sunlight during the day, had long been shoved into a corner of the warehouse. He still couldn’t get used to the house interior being transformed to Yubin’s taste.

“It’s about time for the invited guests to arrive.”

Yubin looked down at his wristwatch, unable to hide his excited expression. It was the moment when Doeon, blankly holding the scattering orange sunset in his pale eyes from the arched window on the second floor, was about to flee into the room to avoid the upcoming commotion soon.

“Young Master Doeon!”

“…Yes?”

Yubin was looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Suppressing the unease that flitted by, as he looked at him, sure enough, he uttered something troublesome.

“Guests are coming for dinner later, so welcome them with me!”

“Wi-with me?”

“It’s also Young Master Doeon’s debut party in society, so wouldn’t it be good to greet them and make an impression?”

“I’m fine….”

“The representative is looking forward to it too—would you make him feel slighted like this?”

No one who could refuse Yubin, who pursed his lips in a nasal whine, could surely be anyone with a thick iron plate over their face or someone who couldn’t even identify objects at all. Doeon, whose spirit was completely crushed by the flashy face making a grievance, had no choice but to move his feet. Yubin’s eye corners lifted unpleasantly as he watched the trudging descent intently.

“But….”

“……?”

“Don’t you have any other clothes?”

What’s wrong with my clothes. Doeon lowered his chin and checked his own attire. Because Doha had left marks all over his body, he had worn a black turtleneck and black slacks. It was an outfit that wrapped his whole body tightly enough to be believed if he said he’d just come from a funeral home.

“Yes….”

As he nodded, Yubin touched the back of his own neck once and let out a deep sigh.

“This won’t do. Young master, come here.”