The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 56

Thud-.

The hand, plummeting due to the force of gravity, lightly fell beside the man’s waist. As if testing whether he had fallen into a deep sleep, the shadowy figure lifted the man’s wrist into the air once more and let it drop with a thud. Seeing that the man lying on his side did not disrupt even a single breath, the figure seemed to lose interest immediately and moved hazily toward the handsome man sleeping soundly.

A white hand carefully stroked the smooth forehead without a single wrinkle, then slid the index finger over the prominent bridge of the nose. The figure placed the finger gently against the peaceful breathing of the sleeping person near the nostrils, then traced the line of the beautifully closed lips with the finger.

“Nggh….”

As Taeoh let out a groan and shifted once, the long finger was withdrawn from above the lips for a moment. As soon as the ticklish sensation touching the lips disappeared, he quickly settled back into stillness.

The hand, which had paused for a moment, began to pull aside the bedding that had risen up to his chest. Slide, the white bedding was pushed to the side, revealing the body lying straight. A satisfied smile formed at the sight of the body lying there as if prepared like a feast for a ritual.

In the faint light of the moonbeams stretching like branches, the pale face of the uninvited guest smiling faintly was reflected. Doeon’s two brown eyes were hazy as if dreaming a fantastical dream, and the gesture of his hand reaching toward his father’s chest opening held not a single hesitation.

“Daddy… dick….”

A sticky pronunciation stretching the tip of the tongue flowed out through the lips. As the silhouette bulging prominently above the left thigh gradually increased in volume following the small hand, the hand that had been moving slowly also gradually sped up.

“Daddy… dick… it’s stuffy….”

The abruptly protruding cock surged up as if it would pierce through the chest opening. The genitals wrapped in the fabric looked suffocating. Doeon unhesitatingly lowered the front of his pants. Plop, with a single tumble-like flop, the cock that plunged its head into the front opening and bounced out was as thick as Doeon’s forearm.

“Hehe… dick… it came out….”

As soon as it was freed from the fabric, the cock that sprang up on its own seeking where to go made Doeon’s lower parts tingle just from looking at it, so Doeon puffed out his cheeks with a grin and chuckled foolishly.

“Daddy… I’ll make you feel good using my mouth-pussy….”

Doeon stepped up onto the foot of the bed on his knees. The mattress sank whoosh, deeply indenting beneath Doeon’s knees. Kneeling down beside Taeoh’s left thigh, he grasped the root of the cock that was burdensome to hold with one hand, holding it reverently with both hands, and the cock head, standing rigidly erect, loomed massively toward the ceiling.

Thump thump. The winding veins around the cock shaft circulated hot blood, pulsing within the palm. Along with the pulse felt in his hand, the thick male scent seeped into his nostrils. Doeon wrinkled the tip of his nose and sensed the addictive fragrance.

Ah, Daddy’s scent.

He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lightly lick the glans pooled with pre-cum. The tangy taste of the pre-cum soaked deeply into the tip of his tongue. Gulp, he swallowed the pre-cum mixed with the saliva pooled at the base of his tongue down the back of his throat, savoring Daddy’s scent once more.

“Ah… good… Daddy’s smell….”

Doeon stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up from the root of the cock to the large-globed glans. The complexly intertwined, rugged veins like tree roots stimulated the fine hairs on the tongue pad, making even the base of his brain tingle.

“Ahh… slurp, serving Daddy’s cock with my mouth-pussy… I really like it….”

He spread his tongue pad wide to envelop the cock shaft and licked up from the root to the glans in one long stroke, and by the time the mushroom-shaped glans caught on it, he opened his mouth wide to fully contain the thick plum-like orb inside.

“Ngulp, slurp, smack.”

Even just containing the glans made his cheeks puff out balloon-like. As he lowered his head to push the cock shaft in a bit more, his airway blocked, and his chin swelled prominently as if his salivary glands were inflamed.

“Guh…!”

The suffocating pressure, the foreign sensation of his throat filled to the brim with the stake-like cock, was indescribably ecstatic. Physiological tears streamed down from his wide-open eyes. The light-colored eyes, loosened like cappuccino foam, filled with moisture and overflowed.

This wasn’t enough.

If possible, he wanted to serve Daddy’s cock even deeper into his mouth-pussy. He opened his jaw wider and took the cock shaft even deeper into his throat. The thick glans poked at the split uvula with a prod, prod.

Haa, his eyes squeezed shut at the dizzying sensation. Ah, good. Doeon pursed his lips like a suction cup to adhere to the cock shaft while quickly shaking his head.

Slurp, slurp.

The lewd sound of the tongue pad and saliva rubbing together spread through the bedroom. When he deliberately grazed his teeth against the crisp part of the glans, it surged up powerfully, and the veins on the cock shaft swelled as if they would burst. Liking the feel of the protruding veins pressing against the mucous membrane in his mouth, Doeon curved the corners of his eyes and sucked smooch, smack on the glans in handfuls.

“Nngh….”

At the pressure of the hot tongue pad wrapping around his lower parts, Taeoh’s tightly closed eyelids trembled flutteringly. Something hot, soft, and tight, something pleasurable, was enveloping and sucking on his lower parts. His brow furrowed tightly and then relaxed repeatedly as he was pulled up from deep sleep by the surging urge to ejaculate.

“……?”

Suppressing the prickling sense of eruption, Taeoh opened his eyes and lowered his gaze toward the pressure on his lower parts. Slurp, slurp, the sticky sounds were coming right from below him.

In his increasingly clear vision, when his eyes met those of his son, who had opened his mouth as wide as possible to bite the glans and puffed out his cheeks balloon-like, Taeoh was utterly stunned.

“Doeon…?”

“Smack, Daddy, are you, awake now? Slurp.”

The white hands fully grasping the root of the cock with both hands, the red tongue licking up the cock shaft, and the pupils shining like glass beads even in the darkness were staring at him as if enchanted.

“Seo Doeon…! You…!”

Taeoh felt as if all sleep had fled from him. He abruptly raised his upper body. Shocked, he shouted Doeon’s name but instinctively swallowed the rest of his words. This was the bedroom he shared with Yubin. He quickly turned to look beside him. Yubin was lying on his side, deep in sleep, unaware of anything. Taeoh whispered softly.

“Ha… Seo Doeon. What the hell are you doing right now…!”

He had given him freedom because he felt it was a safe environment and had him take the prescribed medication.

But why.

“Slurp, I came because I wanted to serve Daddy’s cock with my mouth-pussy, hehe….”

He should have stopped Doeon, who was rubbing his soft cheek against the cock that covered half his face and showering it with fervent kisses, but with the ejaculation urge surging the moment he awoke, Taeoh had to grind his molars. As Doeon rubbed the reddened glans against his tongue pad, Taeoh let out a low groan.

“Ha… stop.”

“Daddy, please cum, slurp, in my mouth-pussy.”

The fragile face, closing its eyes mournfully in front of the cock that had reached its limit, opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue pad just a bit, was so tempting that it made him want to thrust his cock deep into that throat.

Just having such thoughts felt like committing a sin, so Taeoh barely clung to his fraying reason and gripped the root of the cock with his hand, forcing it back into the front of his pants.

When no semen flooded into his mouth even after waiting, Doeon slyly opened his eyes and looked ahead. In front of him, Taeoh was now sitting with a sunken face, having tucked away the front of his pants.

“Daddy… why….”

“No.”

“Did I, do something wrong…?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why won’t you cum in my mouth-pussy…?”

“Ha… Doeon.”

He wanted to slap his cheek to snap him out of it. More precisely, he wanted to slap his own cheek too. At himself, who was aroused toward his son, who was not in his right mind.

But if he abruptly woke him and made Doeon confront this reality, it might instead worsen his symptoms.

‘It is not always best to wake them abruptly. The awakened patient may not understand why they are there or what has happened. This confusion can cause additional anxiety and stress, so it is better to gently guide them back to sleep in bed.’

He had to induce him to sleep again. Taeoh got up from the bed and approached the foot of it. Doeon, kneeling there, blinked his two eyes with an innocent face.

An innocent face with pupils that were not innocent, loosened blankly.

Every time he begged for cock with such a face, it was not easy to suppress the something that surged up.

But Doeon getting aroused toward him was not sincere from the start. Because he was sick, because of the illness, he was unhesitatingly aroused toward his biological father and throwing his body to relieve his lust. Taeoh carefully wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

“Doeon, shall we go to your room?”

“If we go to my room… can we continue what we were doing?”

“That’s not allowed.”

“Then I don’t want to go…!”

“Seo Doeon.”

When he called the name somewhat sternly, he immediately hunched his shoulders, and moisture welled up in the light pupils. Taeoh’s heart had no choice but to weaken as well.

But Yubin was here. If he woke from sleep and witnessed Doeon, who had lost his reason. Before an even more headache-inducing situation arose, he had to quietly lead Doeon out.

Taeoh gently curved the black glass-like eyes shining faintly and took Doeon’s hand. The hand shining ivory was cold as ice. Taeoh gently wrapped the chilly hand, even covering the back of it.

“Don’t do that. Will you come with Daddy?”

Matching eyes with the brown pupils loosened as if drunk in the dim air, Doeon slowly nodded his head as if falling into a languid sleep.

“Let’s go.”

Taeoh carefully got down from the bed and gently led Doeon toward the door. Click, he slowly turned the handle to open the door, and the two figures cloaked in black shadows stealthily left the room.

It was when Taeoh glanced over Doeon, who was obediently following, and confirmed Yubin still deep in sleep, finally feeling relieved.

“I don’t want to.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want to go back to my room!”

“…Seo Doeon!”

In an instant, Doeon yanked his hand away and started running down the hallway. Taeoh hurriedly reached out, but before he could grab him, the nimble back dashed away, seeming to climb the stairs toward the second floor, then ran through the dim middle of the hallway and slipped into the open door on the right, vanishing from sight.

Something disastrous might happen. Taeoh impatiently stamped his foot and rushed into the room where he had disappeared.

“Doeon!”

Rolling his eyes to look around, the familiar yet unfamiliar space was immediately the master bedroom. Only a single strand of hazy moonlight faintly illuminated the room. An old, large solid wood bed. A faint dried rose scent wafted from the bedding that had absorbed the moonlight.

However, no one was in the somewhat eerie room. Where had Doeon disappeared to? I clearly saw him come in here. While he was confused by the trace of Doeon that had vanished like an illusion, a chilly wind blew from somewhere.

The rushing wind made the bangs falling over his forehead flutter in the breeze, and when he raised his head toward the direction the wind was blowing, he saw the open terrace door. Unease crept up his spine slither by slither.

Taeoh moved his steps cautiously, one step at a time, toward the terrace. The chiffon curtains falling rustle rustle fluttered along with the breeze. As he approached a bit more, through the hazy chiffon curtains like smoke, a precarious back view was revealed. Doeon was quietly placing his hands on the terrace railing and standing there.

“Seo Doeon. What are you doing there?”

“…I’m going to go down.”

“What?”

The voice quietly murmuring to himself alone was too soft to hear well. Taeoh, furrowing his smooth brow sharply without any excess, took one more step toward the terrace.

“Doeon, it’s dangerous. Come over here.”

“…I’m going to jump.”

In that instant, Doeon lifted his right leg as if to leap over the railing. At the precarious motion, eyes like black stones widened to the size of saucers.

“No, stop!”

Taeoh rushed over in one step and from behind, suddenly grabbed the slender waist that was about to climb over the railing.

“Let go!”

He tightly bound the struggling body with both arms and backed up, barely managing to bring Doeon back inside the room. The thin shoulders rose and fell violently right in front of his eyes.