The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 43

“…….”

“Can’t answer?”

“Do, Doha….”

His words were blocked by the chilling voice. As he hesitated to respond, Doha gripped the man’s hair harshly. Aak, the man screamed while his chin was lifted.

“Our hyung can’t answer. You answer.”

“I, I didn’t touch. It’s, it’s true.”

The man desperately spat out excuses in formal speech. Doha let out a disbelieving chuckle, pfft.

“I clearly saw with my own eyes you kneading his thigh and pressing your face against it. Are my eyes fucked up?”

“Aaak—!”

A rough hand mercilessly twisted the man’s wrist backward. Crack, the wrist turned abnormally and soon lost strength, dangling bent in the opposite direction as if dislocated. The man’s eyes widened as if they would pop out.

“My, my hand! Ah, it hurts! It hurts!”

“You know what pain is? Exactly. Why touch someone else’s without fear.”

“Seo Doha!”

At those words, it felt like cold water had been dumped over him. He called Doha’s name in the wish that he would please stop, but he seemed to have no intention of stopping, narrowing his eyes and sharply parting his lips.

“Did they send you out from home and you left your brain behind too? Should I draw a red line on your name? Where would you go if you’re exiled from America?”

As he harshly threatened and yanked the gripped hair, the man tilted his chin back and shook his head. Blood bursting from the corner of his mouth splattered everywhere. Blood drops stained even the collar of Doeon’s white shirt. It was a scene hard to watch with eyes open.

“Ah, no, re-red line, no, I don’t want it! Hnng! I, I did wrong!”

In the meantime, the man’s eye area swelled up convexly like a stone, and he begged with labored breathing. Doeon wanted to cry. It felt like all this situation was his fault. He desperately clung to Doha’s upper arm and pleaded.

“Doha… please stop… stop… let that person go….”

At the tearful plea, Doha closed his eyes tightly as if swallowing something and then opened them, yanking the man’s hair while bending his knee to meet his gaze and murmured lowly.

“If you get it, then quietly fuck off.”

“Yes, yes!”

As soon as Doha released the hand gripping the man’s hair, the man crawled on all fours toward the door, grabbing the doorknob like it was the last lifeline. Through the open door crack, the live performance of the invited jazz trio band flowed in. Fortunately, the volume was enough to easily cover the commotion on the second floor.

The man, kneeling to stand up, staggered and hurriedly fled outside. Doha, looking at the door where the man had disappeared, squinted one eye corner as if the live performance coming through the door was noisy and closed the door. The live music heard beyond the door was the famous pop standard song <Fly Me to the Moon>.

In contrast to the song praising love, the air inside the room was frigid. Doha, with ice-like gray pupils, repeatedly clenched and unclenched his bloodied hand, then murmured like a sigh.

“If I leave you alone, you can’t hold out and think only of turning your hole to another bastard.”

“What…?”

He was so incredulous that words would not come out. His water-soaked eyelashes trembled violently. Up to that point, Doeon had still been tightly gripping Doha’s upper arm, who had just spouted cruel words at him. Slowly, the strength in his hand drained away.

“Did you ask that bastard to put his cock in too?”

Doha stood motionless in place, only turning his head toward Doeon. The gaze sharpened like a honed blade stabbed into his heart like it would carve it up.

“Th-That was a misunderstanding…!”

Doeon shook his head and twisted his face. It was all a misunderstanding. He had only intended to talk. He really had only intended to talk. His teary eyes lost direction and shook.

“I clearly saw with my own two eyes you two about to fuck on the bed, and you call it a misunderstanding, hyung. Even a passing dog would laugh.”

“I-It’s true. I really only wanted to hear about the university that person attends. But that person suddenly… I refused… I said no…!”

Every place the snare-like hand that had touched his body brushed felt bad. The stinging pheromone, the hot breath from the face suddenly closing in, all of it was hateful. How could he resolve the misunderstanding. Tears welled up in his round eyes, making his vision undulate like waves.

“You refused?”

“Yes…!”

“If you’re going to refuse, do it properly.”

In an instant, Doha seized his wrist so hard that the back of his hand bones protruded. Without even a moment to pull out the wrist gripped roughly enough to make a squeak, Doha pushed his shoulder and dragged him to sit on the bed.

“Wh-What are you…!”

The body forcibly plopped onto the mattress bounced like a spring. His fine hair strands fluttered, and tears poured down from his eyes widened like oil lamp flames. As he lost strength and his groin parted, a rock-hard thigh was pushed in between, naturally making his upper body fall backward.

“……!”

Thud, as Doeon’s body was laid back, a massive shadow fell over his face at the same time. Doha, with eyes like covered in a gray veil, was looking down at him from above. The blazing pupils seemed like they would burn him up.

“I said, try refusing.”

He commanded in a hard voice. He could not even guess what he was trying to do now.

“D-Don’t do this…!”

“Is this refusing?”

A cold hand groped his lower body and then unhesitatingly undid the buckle of Doeon’s suit pants. Click, the metallic sound scraped his spine sharply. Ziiip, as the sound of the zipper going down was heard, Doeon arched his waist upward like a fish pulled from the water.

“Hnng, wa-wait, don’t, do, do this…!”

“If you mewl like a cat, will I understand?”

From the gap of the opened zipper, a long straight finger thrust in and then unhesitatingly entered the drawers, grabbing the drawers and pants hem at once and pulling them down. As his pale white porcelain cock, shrunken from surprise, was exposed, his heart pounded as if his breath would stop.

“D-Don’t, don’t do this…!”

“I said, refuse more.”

Doha pulled the pants down to below the ankles and kicked them off entirely, dropping them at the foot of the bed. As his lower body, wearing only white socks up to the ankles, came into view, his jaw trembled.

Doeon’s nerves were all focused on the floor below. There were dozens of people on the floor below. Selected guests who were his dad’s acquaintances. Those people were wandering around the house. He could get caught. Moreover, he absolutely could not get caught by his dad, not by his dad.

Tears poured down his temples. Because of the tears, he could not see well ahead. In his blurred vision, he saw Doha stripping off his suit top as if it were cumbersome.

As the shell wrapping his body was peeled off, the chill in the room seeped through the shirt gaps. Then, a large hand touched near his neckline, trying to undo the first shirt button. No. He clenched his trembling hand into a fist and struck Doha’s shoulder hard, who was focused on messing with his collar.

“No, I said no…! N-Not here, no…!”

“Yes, this is refusing. You should have at least thrown a punch at that bastard earlier too.”

“Th-That was….”

He was flustered. He had frozen for a moment because no way to refuse Mr. Lawyer’s guest without displeasing him came to mind. He had been unable to twitch because it felt like he was bound by the snare-like hand that touched his body. It felt like he was being blamed for all of it, making him feel wronged.

“Or did I interrupt your good time? I lack tact, hyung. You need to receive a new cock in your hole.”

“Bad bastard…! Ge-Get, get out…! Get the hell out…!”

The wrongness burst like a dam, pouring out all at once. Doeon clenched his two fists and repeatedly struck the shoulder that did not budge even with one hit. Even to the punches pouring out like vomiting, Doha did not dodge and just stared piercingly at Doeon.

“Try more.”

“Bad bastard…! You’re really a bad bastard…!”

“Don’t you know any other curses?”

“Bad… Hnng….”

Thud, thud—the fists rampaging on the shoulder lost strength and slip, slip, slid down. He wanted to hit more. His condition was already bad to begin with, and with the earlier commotion, his body was already utterly exhausted.

“All done?”

“Get out….”

Haa, haa… As he exhaled rough breaths and his dry shoulder heaved, the iron-like thigh pushed up one more layer, widening the gap between his groin.

“Hng…!”

His hips and thighs were spread to align on the same line, and the tightly clenched pink hole parted slightly, gasping and opening into an oval. Without taking his eyes off the wriggling hole, Doha murmured.

“Hyung, I told you. Hyung is my cock house. With my cock grime stuck to the cock house, any other bastards will run away if they see.”

“Yo-You, no, no…! No, I hate it…!”

The sensation of outside air rushing into the parted hole was creepy. Even creepier was the sound of Doha lowering his pants zipper urgently like his throat was parched.

“Does it smell? My cock scent vibrating from hyung’s hole?”

From the parted zipper gap, Doha pulled out his already erect sex organ like uprooting it and lifted the base of his cock, then slowly circled the pre-cum soaked cock head against the hole entrance.

“With a body like this, give up even dreaming of selling your hole to another bastard.”

“No, no! Be-Below, there are pe-people, ahng…!”

As the hard hot flesh circled the sensitive entrance, the hole that had shown darkness began to pour out clear pussy fluids in streams. Soon, transparent fluids pooled below the perineum.

The plum-like glans, with firm balls, spread the fluids flowing to the perineum inward into the hole, and as the glans ridge touched the wrinkled folds, the hole quickly puffed up the wrinkles plumply like crucian carp lips, preparing to receive the cock.

“No, I said no…! N-Now, he-here… Doha, pl-please…!”

“Since hyung keeps forgetting. That you’re my cock house.”

Doha lifted Doeon’s leg calves up to his waist and gripped them, then with his other hand holding the cock root, fitted the glans into the hole.

“No, no, hueut…!”

Squeeze, as he pushed the thick glans into the back hole, the smooth plum-like glans was swallowed by the wrinkled pink folds with a squelch, and engulfed. It was an insertion that gave the strange illusion of his lower abdomen bulging out.

“Th-That way, su-suddenly, you, putting it in, hueu, hng…!”

Unconsciously lowering his trembling jaw to look down, Doha licked the lower lip brushing past and immediately thrust the cock shaft, tangled with vein bundles, in up to the middle.

“Ah… hyung inside, it’s warm.”

The root-like vein bundles tangled haphazardly scraped and entered, scratching the sensitive extreme point. Haa, his vision blurred, and all his nerves focused on the mucous membrane embracing the cock.

The back hole holding the cock root was stretched taut without a single wrinkle, leaving no gap for even one finger. At the tight foreign sensation, his mouth would not close. His mouth gaped as if his breath would stop, and his pupils blankly loosened, gathering in the center.

“You haven’t even eaten half the cock yet and you’re already gone?”

“Hng, no, nooo, ueuhng…!”

He had only pushed the cock in halfway, but Doha swept across Doeon’s cheek, who had his tongue stuck out long and was breathing raggedly, and pulled both thighs at the same time, thudding and crushing up to his own groin end. The cock head, flared to the max, plunged deep into the baby house beyond the colon, squashing the round baby house.

“Haaaak…!”

Lightning struck before his eyes. His fine brows furrowed deeply, and the inner walls embracing the cock trembled, with chewy viscous flesh clinging wildly to the vein-wrapped cock shaft.

Doha looked down satisfyingly at the slender body intermittently convulsing, pierced through entirely by the cock in the lower part.

“I want to stay like this all day.”

As he scanned the coupled area where the pink hole was caved in according to how the cock had eaten it, Doha murmured. It was the sight of a frail flesh with minimal muscles wrapped around it, with a firm stake driven in. At the scene evoking a sense of fullness, Doha traced the coupled area lingeringly with his eyes.