The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 46

It seemed like everything had returned to normal. Since there was no need to feel guilty about engaging in abnormal acts with his younger brother, his mind felt much lighter, and it was as if he had gone back to being his old self. The spider monster wouldn’t come anymore now. All that was left was to inherit the mansion safely. The day when he could reclaim his peaceful daily life felt not far off.

“Young Master Doeon, good morning—.”

But there were still ambushes left. Yubin sat down at the dining table, spreading his lips wide like a splendid curtain. The scent of thousand-mile perfume that wafted into his nostrils from the morning assaulted his own nasal passages as much as Yubin wanted to boast about it. It made his stomach churn. Jeong Yubin was obviously the type who wanted to shove even himself off to the countryside in America.

“Yes. Good morning.”

Doeon treated him as if nothing had happened and awkwardly smiled back. Fortunately, Yubin didn’t know about what had happened between him and Doha. When his father had witnessed the situation from inside his room on the second floor, Yubin had drunk too much at his own welcome party and was in a state where his memory had blacked out for a while because he was having so much fun.

As Doeon had guessed, Yubin welcomed Doha’s studying abroad. He had introduced American universities to Taeoh long ago with the intention of getting rid of Doha, but since the response had been lukewarm, he thought he wasn’t going to send him, so when he suddenly said he was sending him, Yubin thought it was a good thing.

“Somehow, it feels lonely without Young Master Doha, doesn’t it?”

“…….”

Doeon couldn’t say anything to Yubin, who shamelessly brought up that name even after having introduced universities to get rid of Doha long ago. He knew full well that he also bore responsibility for Doha being expelled from the mansion, so his heart felt heavy.

“Let’s start the meal.”

With Taeoh’s appearance, Yubin shut his mouth, unable to hide his face that looked like he was dying of curiosity, and he pouted his lips and twitched them. Lately, Taeoh had become even more taciturn, making it hard to get him to open up, so Yubin showed even more signs of impatience.

But since Taeoh’s expression would take on a look of anger the moment Doha’s name was mentioned, even Yubin couldn’t recklessly bring up Doha. Still, Yubin was persistent. He casually slipped in a mention of Doha as if passing by.

“Um… President, I heard Young Master Doha arrived safely in America?”

Taeoh, who had been sipping his aperitif, narrowed his eyes. As if he had heard a name he shouldn’t have. Yubin looked at Taeoh’s expression with a tense face. Only after slowly swallowing the wine he had held in his mouth did Taeoh throw his gaze toward Yubin.

“He arrived safely, apparently.”

“Ah… That’s a relief. When Young Master Doha was here, I should have taken better care of him. I should have paid more attention and looked after him better. Now that there’s no one to nitpick at my words, it feels empty, you know.”

Doeon felt like a hollow laugh would escape at Yubin’s consolation, which was no different from an empty shell. It was clear that the only thing Yubin cared about was the title of Seo Taeoh’s fiancé. In the end, to safely reach marriage and occupy the master bedroom of this mansion. That must be his goal.

“You don’t need to try so hard. He’s already gone.”

His throat tightened at the somewhat cold response. Suddenly, Doha’s words came to mind: that his father’s kindness was a mask. Could his father really become as cold as he wanted? Fortunately, the fact that he was a recessive omega hadn’t been discovered this time, but if even that got found out….

“I will really take good care of Young Master Doeon. Don’t worry, President.”

“Yes. I’m counting on you.”

It felt like his appetite had vanished at the burdensome words. Yubin seemed to be solely pondering how to shove him into university just like Doha, so he couldn’t relax for even a moment.

“Doeon, why aren’t you eating.”

With the appetizing cheese toast and romaine Caesar salad right in front of him, but sitting there blankly without any intention of eating, Taeoh called out to him and gave him a look with his eyes.

“Ah… Yes….”

But his mouth felt rough as if his tongue had been rubbed with sandpaper, and he didn’t want to eat anything. The tip of his tongue tasted bitter, as if he had swallowed bitter medicine. Was it because of the guilt over sending Doha away? An unfamiliar chill made the back of his neck shiver coldly. Why is this happening?

He thought maybe drinking some warm tea would help, so he took a sip of black tea, but the chill didn’t go away. Maybe he had slept with the window open last night. Or perhaps he had kicked off the blanket while sleeping. Even as he reviewed various possibilities, he couldn’t figure out the reason for the chill.

Even after breakfast, the inexplicable chill didn’t disappear, and a sore throat like a stone was lodged in his windpipe came over him as well. The strange thing was that the pain, which at first felt like a stone stuck in his throat, gradually moved down to his solar plexus, then later to his upper abdomen, and after that to his lower abdomen.

‘This is strange…’

The inexplicable pain continued all the way until that night. The chill turned into chills that pounded his entire body like the harsh cold of midwinter, and the fever from the abdominal pain soaked his spine with sticky cold sweat.

Was it because of the cold sweat he had shed? When he woke up in the middle of the night from a burning thirst, the mansion, where darkness had settled, had beams of light slipping through the window as if cutting through the moonlight.

Relying on the faint light, Doeon blinked his eyes a few times and let out ragged breaths as he wiped away the cold sweat beading on his forehead with the back of his hand. Water. He desperately wanted water. He raised his body, heavy as if sunk in a swamp, and stepped out the door.

Creak, as the sole of his foot touched the wooden stairs, the sound of the wood twisting caught his ears. At the sound that tugged at his nerves like pulling a string, he tiptoed down the stairs, and the living room illuminated by the dim moonlight reflected eerily in his pale pupils.

“……?”

At that moment, a thin tone like a small cat’s mew suddenly brushed his ear. Doeon narrowed his eyes and focused on the sound. Was it the wind? But unlike the sound of wind knocking on the old wooden window frame, the tone brushing his ear was thin and high. His neck turned toward the direction the sound came from. In the direction his head turned was the guest room where Yubin and his father were staying.

Forgetting even his burning thirst, he unwittingly moved his steps toward the guest room, the source of the sound. The beam of light extending from the door, open just the width of a hand, illuminated the floor in front of Doeon’s feet like a red carpet. Reaching the doorway, Doeon swallowed dryly as if entranced by something and cautiously peeked through the gap in the door.

“Ah! P-P-President, haah!”

Doeon’s brown pupils dilated hugely. The scene unfolding through the crack in the door was explicit. On the double bed, Yubin was on all fours like a dog, with only his hips raised. Right behind him, Taeoh was pressed close, gripping Yubin’s plump buttocks firmly and slamming his groin into Yubin’s perineum with wet, wet smacks.

“Hoo….”

His father was completely naked, wearing nothing. The graceful shoulders forming a straight ridge. The meticulously sculpted chest muscles and the shaded, firm abdominal wall like a drawing. Doeon couldn’t tear his eyes away from his father’s beautiful body.

His gaze gradually moved lower. Amid the curly body hair, what looked like a dark red python plunged through the crevice between Yubin’s buttocks, devouring it, and the loud sound of the plump buttock flesh and hip bones colliding—slap, slap—spread out.

“Spread your hole more.”

At the command that cut through the air with a savagely sunken voice, Yubin stretched both arms back and pulled his buttock cheeks wide to the sides, spreading his hole open. The hole pierced by the large member stretched as if it would tear, exposing its red insides due to the pulling force.

“Ugh, l-like this?”

“Yeah. Like that. So I can see well how you’re eating cock.”

“Hng, yes, President, Yubin’s hole, with President’s, cock, hng, make it pretty, hng!”

As Yubin rubbed his cheek against the bedding and whispered obscenely, his father gripped the fleshy buttocks tightly and thrust up his solidly woven waist with smacks, smacks. Yubin let out a piercing moan as he writhed.

“Haang! P-P-President, good, it feels good, ah! Aah!”

With the rough recoil, the hair he had swept back over his head poured down to his forehead, covering his eyebrows. With his straight forehead obscured, he looked decadent like a fallen god.

“Hoo….”

Sweeping up the bangs that had fallen over his forehead languidly while roughly thrusting his waist, his father seemed nothing like the father he knew. His father had always appeared ascetic. The sight of his large, grotesque cock, contrasting with his beautiful appearance, savagely entering and exiting Yubin’s rear hole looked merciless, like a hunting dog biting and shaking the neck of a helplessly fallen prey.

“You like being made pretty with cock?”

“Yes, yes, I like it, President, haek!”

His father reached out his arm and twisted his hand into Yubin’s hair. Yubin’s head snapped back, his jaw opening wide enough to fit a fist.

“Haaang!”

Grabbing the hair like reins and thrusting his waist up, thrust, thrust, the elastic buttock flesh collided with the hip bone, losing its original plump shape and flattening as it trembled. Yubin rolled his eyeballs with veins bulging at his temples.

“Haa, P-P-President, c-c-cock, it’s, too, big, haang!”

“Hoo, should I feed it deeper? Fill you up tighter inside?”

“Hng, yes, yes, fill, me, tight, good, it feels good, haeut!”

Yubin, nodding with his hair gripped, was shedding tears of ecstasy. His father, who had been gazing intently at the stretched coupling where the stake-like cock was embedded, paused his waist thrusts for a moment, pulled his cock back, and beckoned to Yubin.

“Then come here, I’ll hold you.”

“Hng, yes, President.”

When his father called Yubin in a sitting position, Yubin rose from his prone posture. His father sat leisurely on the edge of the bed and stroked his cock shaft with his hand. The cock that had slipped out of the rear hole bobbed up and down as if searching for a place to enter. Placing the cock that rose up to above his navel against his abdominal wall, his father spread both arms, and Yubin jumped into his embrace, sitting facing him on his thighs.

“President, I’m putting it in, hng!”

When Yubin slightly lifted his waist and aimed the cock tip at his hole, the firm cock shaft, slick with fluids, slid in all at once as if slipping. Haang! Yubin tilted his jaw back and let out a moan steeped in pleasure.

His father hooked Yubin’s leg roots over both arms and lowered them straight down toward the bed. Yubin, nearly 180 cm tall, hung comfortably in the embrace of his father, who was a handspan taller.

“Bite down on the cock tight. Don’t let it slip out.”

“Hng, yes, I’ll, bite tight.”

Yubin wrapped both arms tightly around his father’s nape. His father, with a face more relaxed than any expression he had shown before, lifted both arms and began slamming Yubin’s buttocks against his groin without mercy, thrust, thrust.

“Haaaang!”

Slap, slap, the cock ferociously entering and exiting the center of his buttocks was visible at a glance. Each time the dark red cock, veined thickly, passed through the narrow hole, the clear sound of the delicate surrounding flesh being pushed aside—schluck—rang out. Every time the cock thrust deep, his spine bones protruded from tension.

“Haang! Deep, it’s deep! Uh! Hng!”

“Not yet, hoo, it hasn’t reached the place I want to make pretty yet. Yubin.”

Leaving just the glans ridge barely inside and pulling back the cock shaft, his father gave no room to breathe and slammed both arms down while thrusting up his waist, smack. As the cock shaft coiled into the hole in one go, Yubin pressed his wing bones together and let out a shrill scream-like moan, “Haaak!” His father held Yubin and kept slamming his cock toward the same spot as if pounding nails.

“Haang! P-P-President, it hit, it hit, there, there, stop, stooop, hng!”

Each time the ferocious cock entered and exited the hole where the wrinkled muscles had stiffened flat, it was ringed with white foam like a round ring on the cock shaft. Schluck, and when it thrust inside, the white bubbles splattered everywhere with the rough recoil.

“Hang! So full, haaaang!”

Thrust, thrust, when the savage cock shaft ravaged the inside, the buttock flesh tightened from tension, and when the cock shaft came out, the plump buttock flesh quivered and scattered.

Doeon forgot even the chill and pain he had felt earlier and peeped at the copulation scene of the two people in front of him as if entranced. Yubin’s moans scratching at his ears, the solidly woven waist thrusting up from below, the arms with blue veins standing out, the thigh muscles split into two strands, the restrained furrowed brow that wrinkled as if holding back excitement and then relaxed. Realizing unconsciously that his gaze lingered more on his father’s body, he unwittingly covered his mouth with his palm, hng.

What am I doing right now?

It was then. That his eyes met thick, black pupils through the crack in the door.

“……!”

Doeon startled in shock and took a step back. He quickly slipped out of the moonlit floor and hid his body in the black darkness.

“Haang, good, it feels good, P-P-President, more, more, deep, deeper, I’ll bite the cock, fa, faster, hng!”

Yubin’s moans grew louder, and the slap, slap of flesh colliding grew louder too. Nothing had changed. It must be my imagination. Our eyes didn’t meet. Calming his thumping heart, Doeon hurriedly turned his back. Ignoring the moans that clawed at his ears from behind like a hook.

Even after returning to his room, he couldn’t fall asleep easily. The copulation scene he had seen earlier wouldn’t leave his mind. He ruffled the back of his head with his palm and shook his head. He squeezed his eyes shut to erase the afterimage and buried his face in the pillow. I need to sleep. Hurry.

“Haa….”

But had the heat been contagious? Until earlier, he had been sweating cold from the chill, but the body that had been running a fever now burned like it had been set ablaze, and the heat spread so hot that he could feel the pulsing up to his earlobes. Haa, when he kicked the blanket down to his feet, the thick front of his pants blurred his vision hazily. His brown pupils flickered with panic.

An erection…?

Erect while peeping on his father and his fiancé having sex. He didn’t know what to do with his body’s instinctive reaction, and yet the burning thirst seemed to have sunk lower, making his lower hole feel hot and itchy as if it were cracking open.