The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 52

“Doeon, it’s Daddy. I’m coming in.”

There was no sound from inside the room. Taeoh swallowed dryly once and turned the doorknob. When he opened the door, Doeon was sitting limply on the bed that came into view right away.

“Doeon.”

“Ah, Daddy….”

The sight of him flinching in surprise and trembling his shoulders upon seeing Taeoh enter the room was heartbreaking. The appearance from yesterday, where he had begged to be made pregnant and pleaded not to pull out the cock, was nowhere to be seen, and he had returned to the original Doeon, hunching his shoulders like a frightened hedgehog. He had returned to the original eldest son, who averted his gaze uncertainly and blushed shyly at the mere meeting of eyes.

On the bedside table was the potato cream soup that had been brought for breakfast, but Doeon seemed not to have touched it at all. Taeoh opened his mouth with his gaze fixed on the plate.

“Are you going to skip breakfast?”

“Ah… I just didn’t think of it.”

Doeon answered while anxiously biting his nails. He still had the appearance of a rat cornered in a trap. Whether it was true that he had seductively twisted his waist last night and begged for more cock, or whether he himself had had a bad dream, he simply could not tell at all.

“Doeon.”

“Yes….”

“I don’t know how to bring this up.”

At Taeoh’s words, Doeon made an expression as if to say that the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived.

“…Has my marriage prospect been decided?”

Doeon was worrying about his marriage prospect. Even though what he should be worrying about now was the issue between him and himself.

“No, not yet.”

“Then….”

There was only one way to clear his complicated mind. Taeoh chose to go straight to the point.

“…Last night’s incident was a mistake. Can you forgive me?”

“Last night?”

The brown eyes, tilted to the side, blinked rapidly. It was an expression that he did not understand what it meant. Taeoh’s straight brows furrowed.

“Didn’t you see me in the master bedroom last night?”

“…Pardon? I didn’t go to the master bedroom last night, Daddy….”

Daddy’s secretary was guarding in front of my door, after all. A self-mocking voice came out lonesomely. Taeoh’s brows drew even closer together. Taeoh looked at the clear pupils staring straight at him. The brown eyes, without a speck of dust, looked confused as if they had heard a story they could not comprehend.

What was more confusing was Taeoh. Doeon was acting as if he did not remember last night’s events at all.

“You say you didn’t go to the master bedroom last night?”

“Yes….”

It was unbelievable. Yesterday, he had pulled this slender body into his embrace, sucked wildly on the peak of his chest, and even ejaculated deep inside his body. Even if the traces of last night were not in his memories, they should still remain clearly on his body, but of course, he could not just tell his son to strip right then and there to check.

“You really didn’t go?”

“Yes… I didn’t.”

When he stared at Doeon as if piercing through his eyes, he did not avert his gaze but met it head-on. It seemed to mean he was not lying.

“Alright, I understand.”

Taeoh had no choice but to step back one pace. If anything, it was fortunate that he said he did not know about it. He could treat last night’s incident as if it had never happened and return to their original father-son relationship. Leaving the lingering discomfort behind, Taeoh left the room.

But once a memory was etched into his mind, it was hard to shake it off. Even while eating or sleeping, the memory of mingling bodies with his son would suddenly resurface, making it hard to endure.

‘Ma, make me pregnant… Daddy….’

‘Ah, Daddy, more… give me more… cock….’

‘Ah, Daddy, don’t, don’t pull out… hngh….’

Doeon’s pitiable voice kept lingering around his ears. He tried to forget, but Doeon’s pale cheeks and red lips, and the sensation of the nipples blooming open like flower petals and the inner walls kneading his cock, kept coming back to him like a merry-go-round.

“…President?”

“Eh, yes. Could you say that again?”

“President Baek of Iseong Construction has expressed interest in Young Master Doeon. He says he would like to meet once this Sunday.”

Taeoh knew well who President Baek of Iseong Construction was. He was an alpha widower who had been divorced once from his omega wife. He was a man nicknamed an alpha who could not live without omegas due to his notorious history of omega affairs.

Though he was a recessive omega, he was still only twenty-two years old, and as the eldest son of Seo Taeoh, it seemed to appeal to his tastes. There were rumors circulating that Iseong Construction’s funding lines were blocked, but if he took responsibility for Doeon, he even had the magnanimity to resolve something like blocked funding lines.

“Arrange a suitable time this Sunday. We’ll go together with Doeon.”

“Yes. Understood, President.”

It was sooner than expected, but it seemed like the better choice for both him and Doeon. Doeon would build a stable family, and he himself could forget the excess and be faithful to Yubin.

Sunday arrived quickly. When he informed Doeon that his marriage prospect had been decided, he made an expression as if he had swallowed poison. Trying to brush aside the lingering discomfort in one corner of his chest, he put him in the car. Doeon was clearly showing signs of tension. When Taeoh climbed into the seat next to him, he blinked his light eyes and asked.

“Are you… coming along too, Daddy?”

“It’s the first time introducing the prospective fiancé, so of course Daddy has to be present.”

“Yes….”

At the words prospective fiancé, Doeon nodded his head as if resigned. As he sat beside him, a faint scent of clear lavender wafted in. The scent that had crept into his nostrils that night as well. He felt strength unconsciously gathering below. Ahem, Taeoh cleared his throat falsely and lowered his arm to cover over his left thigh.

“…….”

Doeon said nothing while staring out the car window. The serene suburban scenery, as if paints had been spilled, quickly passed by outside the window. Taeoh glanced sideways at Doeon’s profile, which looked even thinner than before, and opened his beautiful lips.

“Doeon.”

“Yes….”

“Do you think Daddy is cruel?”

“…….”

Some might point fingers and call him a heartless father. But he could not leave Doeon, a recessive omega, to live alone in the mansion. Omegas had to live as omegas did. He thought finding a suitable fiancé for him was also a parent’s virtue. After a long while, Doeon silently shook his head.

“A recessive omega cannot live alone without a partner. That’s how the world is. No matter how much you pretend to be a beta and live that way, just like you were found out by Daddy, if you’re discovered by someone else again, then.”

“…….”

Then no one can protect Doeon, Taeoh recited chillingly.

“You know well now what the end of lies is like.”

“Yes….”

Doeon’s head turned weakly toward the car window. Taeoh’s gaze also turned to the opposite car window. The suburban scenery of high mountains and vast fields continued in even ridges. The fresh green natural landscape cleared his field of view refreshingly. Then, even, steady breathing sounds came. When he glanced sideways, Doeon had dropped his head and fallen asleep. He must be very tired. It was when he turned his head back to the window to appreciate the scenery for a while longer.

Suddenly, a white hand touched over his left thigh.

“……?”

The left thigh was the position where Taeoh had tucked away his genitals. The touch softly stroking the thick silhouette was deft. It was a hand placed casually. Taeoh looked down at the white hand fondling his own genitals with bewildered eyes and gradually raised his gaze upward.

“Ah, Daddy….”

“Doeon?”

He did not know when he had woken up, but the brown pupils, unfocused as if covered by a white veil, were gazing at him blindly. Just moments ago, it was his son who had listlessly avoided his gaze and then fallen asleep.

But why.

“Daddy… cock… please….”

With his facial muscles relaxed and a dazed expression, Doeon rummaged at Taeoh’s front placket.

“Seo Doeon!”

The flustered Taeoh seized the wrist rummaging at his front placket. He turned his head toward the driver’s seat. In the front seat, Jeong Taeseok was driving.

Taeoh reached out his other hand and pressed the full partition switch embedded in the armrest. The open partition automatically closed slowly, completely blocking off the driver’s seat from the back seat.

Confirming that the partition had closed, Taeoh pulled the slender wrist toward himself. The watery eyes of Doeon, whimpering like a kitten, came suddenly close. Taeoh met his black eyes with Doeon’s teary ones.

“Doeon.”

“Ah, Daddy….”

“Seo Doeon. Get a hold of yourself.”

He could not commit the same mistake as that night again. He gripped the hand holding the slender wrist with deliberate force. At that, the corners of the eyes, brimming with watery light, curved downward, and immediately, large teardrops streamed down.

“Hngh, it hurts….”

Seeming to feel considerable pain in the gripped wrist, Taeoh intently watched the light pupils crying while furrowing his brows. Though covered by tears and not very visible, it seemed as if focus was gradually forming in the crystalline brown pupils. Had he been too harsh? He released the force in the tightly gripped hand. His broad palm enveloped the finely trembling shoulder.

“It hurt. I’m sorry.”

“Hngh….”

As he patted the shoulder, the small head came to rest against his upper arm. Hngh, perhaps quite startled, he was crying with heaving breaths. With an awkward expression, Taeoh quietly placed his hand on the rising and falling shoulder and waited for him to calm down.

The situation from that night was repeating. He could not grasp the state of his son suddenly becoming like an idiot, yet on the other hand, it felt as if heat was surging from the left side of his heart.

What on earth was causing this.

When the intermittently trembling shoulder finally quieted, Taeoh lowered his head toward the small face leaning against his upper arm to check on his son’s condition.

“Now, are you feeling a bit bet—”

Gasp, suddenly, soft lips bumped into his, swallowing Taeoh’s trailing words. The soft lips, carrying breath, blew his own breath into Taeoh’s elegant lips. The warm breath melted on the tip of his tongue and vanished.

“……!”

As the flustered Taeoh tried to push his son’s shoulders away, as if unwilling to separate, he wrapped his slender arms around Taeoh’s nape and hopped onto his thighs. The sensation of the light body settling on his thighs was chilling.

“Gasp, Do, Doeo, hngh.”

In the instant the lips parted to breathe, the attempt to call his name was once again blocked and failed by the plush lips pressing back in. The sensation of the firmly hardened tongue tip slowly licking every corner of the mouth’s mucosa made electricity flow from the base of his spine to the crown of his head.

This shouldn’t be happening.

His reason was severed in chunks, and only his instincts sharpened keenly, jutting out jaggedly. Before he knew it, Taeoh was mindlessly kissing his son while leisurely stroking the slender back with his broad hand.

“Haa… Daddy….”

In the brief moment their lips parted, Doeon called to Taeoh with hotly heated breath. At the sound of his son calling him with fully relaxed brown eyes, blood rushed below, driving him mad. Between the two’s lower lips, a thread-like transparent saliva stretched long and then snapped.