The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 47

“Hng….”

His entire body felt like it was burning. This kind of torment was a first. Doeon twisted his body. Was his heat cycle coming? But less than a month had passed since he had gone through his heat cycle with Doha, and now another heat cycle was coming? It didn’t make sense in terms of the cycle. Even for a recessive omega with a completely messed-up cycle, this had never happened even once until now.

Then, could it be….

Pregnancy?

The memory of knotting was vividly clear. The semen that had spurted out from the tip of his engorged sex organ, swollen as if it would tear his insides apart, had ultimately implanted in his womb. Recessive omegas have a very low probability of pregnancy, but what if that slim chance happened to him.

But still, it didn’t add up. Even if the chills and fever could be attributed to pregnancy symptoms, could this arousal be considered a pregnancy symptom?

Doeon turned his face toward the window with confused eyes. A moon sharply trimmed in the shape of a fingernail hung on the window. In the empty night, in the empty room. In the solitary midnight with no one watching, the irony of him trembling alone in excitement was maddening. As Doha had teased, he might really be a bitch in heat.

Judging by how he thirsted for pleasure and was swayed by arousal.

Before he knew it, his hand had groped inside his drawers and wrapped around his hardened white porcelain rod. As the warm flesh, softened by pre-cum, was caught in his palm, his rear hole suddenly spat out fluids, gulp.

“Hng….”

Doeon reflexively spread his legs and raised his knees. As if hoping someone would embrace him. The hole throbbed fiercely, sniffing for the scent of cock, but only the lonely air of the empty room seeped into the hole.

“Ugh….”

Unconsciously, as he recalled his father’s body that he had traced with his gaze, he thrust up his cock shaft. His mind was already so dominated by arousal that he couldn’t even discern if it was wrong.

“Hng, hng….”

He already knew well how much his throat would tighten with the bone-crushing pleasure when that cock, with its dark red veins thickly entwined like tree roots, forcibly widened the shallowly concave small hole and gouged and crushed inside it.

“Ugh, hng….”

Doeon trembled his densely fanned eyelashes thinly and bit down on his lower lip by curling it.

The hand that had been thrusting up the cock shaft soon slid down to his perineum. A sense of emptiness like a hole punched through the center of his body was rising from below. If he left it alone, it felt like he would be eroded by the hollow futility and die. As he gradually lowered his trembling hand, passing the straight seam of the sewn fabric, his short nail caught, poke, on the hole puckering like a carp’s mouth.

“Ugh, hng….”

The hole, where fluids were flowing glossily, was slippery. Poke, poke, the index finger that had ambiguously circled the wrinkled rim of his rear hole bent 90 degrees and then slipped, swish, into the hole as if being swallowed.

“Hng, hng….”

The moistly wet inner wall sucked the finger in greedily. He shoved the index finger in until the palm bone touched and scratched the area where the itch was felt with his nail. Zing, the clumped inner wall quivered stickily and bit down on the finger.

“Ah, haeut…!”

His slender jaw tilted back, and an unbearable moan escaped. As he gently scratched the shallowly protruding sensitive spot, viscous fluids gushed out stickily from deep inside the hole, flowing down to his hand back. Ah, if only it were a bit thicker, just a bit more.

Repeating bending and straightening the finger, Doeon, who had surrendered to the surging lust, pushed even his middle finger into the hole. The longer middle finger groped deeper and pressed down on the sensitive mucous membrane.

“Hng, ah, hng….”

He squeezed his eyes shut as if quenching his thirst and frantically stirred inside with two fingers. The sexual sensation that had pooled thickly below spread throughout his body, and his toes spread open like a flower. Squish, squish. The wet sound along the frictional heat echoed in the room, and matching the increasingly heightened arousal, Doeon slowly rocked his waist.

“Ugh, hng… hng….”

But the area Doeon was stimulating was in the narrow bend where the colon near the womb curved. It was the extreme point that only a thick glans could crush. Haa…. A sigh-like muffled moan escaped.

It needed to be thicker and longer than this.

His body, trained to Doha’s massive member, could not be satisfied with fingers that only teasingly poked at the shallow entrance. Had he become accustomed to coercive sex? He felt like he would go mad missing the weight that had pressed down on his body as if to crush it to death and the cock that had spread the center of his body and given a foreign sensation all the way to the end of his throat.

I’m crazy, it must be that I’m crazy.

“Hng….”

Unresolved arousal brought a surge of grievance. Why did you make me into this kind of body. Why did you change me like this. Even though the object of his resentment had already left, because of the heat he had imprinted on his body, he wanted to summon even Doha’s illusion and grab him by the collar.

But he wasn’t there.

It meant he couldn’t relieve the heat that was making his body boil desperately. Overcome by unbearable itchiness, Doeon stuck out his buttocks and got fully on all fours like a dog. He raised his buttocks high and stretched his arms down, slamming three fingers deep into the hole he had stretched just moments before.

“Hng…!”

Every time he shook his fingers, squelch, squelch, the fluids splashed evenly and reflected off the pale moonlight. With no cock to block it, the overflowing pussy juices flowed like a burst dam, soaking the bedsheet. His face buried in the pillow ripened red like a persimmon, and in place of the moan he couldn’t release refreshingly, thin moans that broke off drop by drop circled inside his mouth.

“Mm, hng, haa….”

It was driving him mad with impatience. No matter how much he stretched his fingers, the unreachable extreme point swelled plumply the more his body aroused, pressing against the narrow insides. In the excitement that felt like it would burst, his fine brow furrowed deeply, carving a character for person between his brows.

He stood his fingers vertically at 90 degrees and shook them finely with the momentum to insert up to his hand back, teasing only the entrance tantalizingly. The vertically elongated hole caved deeply inward, and Doeon’s ragged breathing quickened accordingly.

“Haaa, a bit, more, just a little, more….”

Schlick, schlick. Even if it didn’t reach the deep extreme point, he rubbed against the shallow extreme point where the back of his hand bones protruded bumpily like targeting it and scratched the inner wall clumped with arousal with his short nails, sending a zinging electric current spreading to his fingertips and toes. The lingering electricity made his scalp tingle.

“Hng, g-gonna, haeut…!”

In his tightly shut eyes, a white light flashed like lightning and then faded into the distance. Ah, even though nothing was visible, it felt like his eyes would go blind. With the current spreading to the nerve endings, semen spurted—spurt, spurt—from the tip of his rigidly erect white porcelain rod.

“Hng, hng, coming, out, aa…!”

The dainty glans tip, swollen to the extreme and flushed red, vomited white mucus. Doeon’s brown pupils rolled back behind his eyelids as he tilted his jaw toward the ceiling, and his entire body convulsed finely.

“Ha, aa….”

It hadn’t come out from the front but from the back. The fact that his body had become one that could only go from the back now was pathetically beyond words. To make matters worse, the lingering heat in his body hadn’t been fully relieved, so he couldn’t easily pull his hand out from inside the hole.

Schluck—.

Amid the intermittent convulsions that didn’t stop, Doeon finally withdrew his fingers from the hole after a long while. His fingers were thoroughly soaked in pussy juices, wrinkled like prunes. The hole sagged in the shape his fingers had arbitrarily gouged, its bright red mucous membrane squirming as it gaped open its hollow mouth as if still unsatisfied.

“Haa….”

Even after one release, far from feeling refreshed, his entire body boiled desperately like bubbling soup. Haa, hot. So hot it was driving him mad. Doeon curled up his body and trembled finely all over from the unrelieved heat. Haa, haa, his hot breaths didn’t subside. The time left until dawn was still long.

Night passes and morning comes. That simple proposition hadn’t occurred to him last night, like a broken clock. Until his eyes hurt from the bright sunlight pouring in through the window where faint moonlight had seeped in earlier, Doeon hadn’t slept a wink.

Having stayed up all night soaked in cold sweat, Doeon pressed his palm firmly against his hollowed eye sockets. It throbbed like a pulse under his eyes, and the area where he pressed felt hot.

The spot where his palm touched ached, complaining of deep fatigue. But sleep didn’t come. Instead, a thicker pain than last night throbbed from below.

An unidentified pain that was both itchy and sore.

No, rather than pain, it should be called an arousal he couldn’t overcome. The unquenchable heat tormented his lower body like a heat cycle. The difference from a heat cycle was that chills and fever alternately assaulted his body, with the cold that made his whole body shiver from the chill and the sweltering heat that felt like it would melt him coming together.

It wasn’t a heat cycle in terms of timing or symptoms, but he couldn’t figure out why his body was like this. It was then.

Knock knock.

“Who is it…?”

At the knocking sound, he hurriedly fastened his loosened collar and got up from the bed, and a cheerful voice came from the other side of the door.

“Young Master Doeon, you need to have breakfast. I waited, but you didn’t come down.”

“Ah….”

His bleary pupils turned to the wall clock. It was past 10 a.m. Since his father and Yubin had come to the mansion, breakfast had been eaten regularly at a set time every day, so today was no exception. Doeon raised his voice toward the door.

“I’ll come down soon.”

“Yes. Hurry down. The President is waiting.”

Feeling his fatigue weigh even more at Yubin’s clear and bright voice, Doeon wiped his sweat-dampened face with his palm. His hazily blurred vision couldn’t find focus easily.

Pull yourself together.

He shook his head once and raised his heavy body from the bed. But with every step he took, it felt like his foot sank into a swamp. He barely put strength into his soles to keep from collapsing and planted his feet on the floor.

In the faint dizziness, even the hand grabbing the door handle slipped. It was when he finally turned the handle and opened the door.

“……!”

Yubin, whom he thought had gone down, was waiting in front of the door. Yubin, wearing an orange knit zip-up, looked even more radiant today. As the burdensome sparkling eyes reached him, Doeon reflexively lowered his head. It was because the face of Yubin moaning while taking his father’s cock last night overlapped on top.

“Why didn’t you go down first….”

“Because I wanted to go down with Young Master Doeon.”

“Why.”

He was startled by the words that slipped out unconsciously. As he checked Yubin’s expression with widely opened eyes, Yubin, with a face that showed he didn’t mind at all, casually hooked his arm through Doeon’s without hesitation.

“Why? I said I’d take care of Young Master Doeon.”

The area where his arm was grabbed froze stiffly. Today, the thickly felt pheromones from Yubin made his stomach churn. I hate this…. While suppressing his queasy insides and watching for a chance to pull his arm away, Yubin wrinkled his nose tip and raised his thick eyebrows toward Doeon.

“Young Master Doeon… could it be….”

“L-let go of this.”

As he lowered his grabbed arm and stepped a foot away from Yubin, he twitched his nose tip like a dog chasing a scent. He felt anxious. Anxious that Yubin might have caught some suspicious scent from him. His impeccable pupils scanned Doeon’s sunken face.

“Ah, Dad is waiting, right? Let’s hurry.”

Doeon turned his head away from him and started walking ahead first. His vision wavered. It repeated being foggy as if a curtain covered his eyes and then becoming clear. It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right then. He forcibly swallowed the breath rising to his jaw tip and walked to the kitchen.

Taeoh, who had been sitting at the dining table first, turned his head toward Doeon. With his pale face devoid of any blood color, Taeoh slightly narrowed his eyes and put down his napkin, rising from his seat.

“Your complexion doesn’t look good.”

“Ah, Dad….”

His obsidian-thick black pupils looked straight down at Doeon. Doeon glanced up at him. The moment his eyes met the black ones, the face of his father, languidly relaxed while driving into Yubin last night, came to mind. His shoulders flinched as if sparks had flown, and he averted his eyes, upon which his father placed his hand on Doeon’s forehead with a look that said it was truly unusual.

“……!”

“Your forehead is hot.”

The moment the cold hand touched the hot forehead, his fresh pheromones seeped into the skin, making the insides of his body twist and turn. Haa, his hot breath flowed out in a deep sigh like a gust, and the front spun around. His dizzy vision flickered on and off.