The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 61

It was not that he could not use his leg at all, so he was lucky. Still, a 16-week recovery period meant it was a serious injury. He truly wondered what kind of idiotic thing he had done to fall from a second-floor terrace.

“What on earth were you doing on the second-floor terrace to fall? Did someone push you?”

“I, I don’t know the situation at the time of the accident well either. I only heard it from Dad. Th, the lawyer fell from the second-floor terrace alone in the early morning….”

“Alone….”

“Yeah… alone….”

The light eyes, flustered and avoiding his gaze while responding, shook without finding direction. Even though he was not particularly blaming him, Doeon was visibly anxious, like someone being interrogated. His two cheeks trembled finely, as if he would start sniffling if questioned further.

Whether Yubin had been doing gymnastics under the moonlight or something and unluckily fallen from the terrace was none of his business. What was important to him was Doeon. Seeing Doeon trembling like a small beast before him, a sudden impulse arose to hug him.

In fact, from the moment they faced each other, he had wanted to embrace him fiercely. He wanted to hold the slender body in his arms and deeply inhale the faint lavender scent clinging to it. Because smelling his brother’s unique fragrance would make him feel like he had finally arrived at the place he should return to.

The desire he had suppressed for a month surged through his entire body like an explosion, making his blood circulate rapidly. He had to hold him in his arms right now. While Doeon was frozen like a still life, turning his head to the opposite side, Doha stood up from the sofa and quickly closed the gap.

As he drew closer to Doeon, the distant lavender scent grew thicker and thicker. The fragrance he had always imagined and longed for.

“……!”

Doeon, who had been hanging his head low like a sinner, discovered Doha approaching closer to his side and widened his eyes greatly. It was the expression of someone driven to the brink, chased by a predator. If it had ended there, he would have felt relieved. Because he was already used to his brother fearing him.

But.

“St, stay away…! No, I hate it…!”

The look in his eyes was different. Those eyes. The clear and pure pupils contained unmistakable disgust and contempt, forcing him to stop in his tracks right in front of Doeon. As if struck by cold frost, Doeon trembled like an aspen tree and wrapped his arms around his own shoulders.

“Do, don’t touch my body…!”

The stark reaction made him feel so hollow that a hollow laugh escaped. The longing he had for his brother was, to Doeon, a horrific obsession that made his body tremble and his skin crawl.

The imagination that he might have thought of him even a little, or recalled him, crumbled before Doeon’s face, which was convulsing with rage at the sight of him. Of course it would be. Doha spat a bitter smile and murmured coolly.

“I have no intention of going inside, so don’t misunderstand. Who would eat a bland recessive omega that doesn’t even taste good? Now you’re all loose and can’t even grip anymore. Hyung.”

“…What?”

The face tinged with disgust turned from white to a bluish pallor, dyed with shock. Ironically, seeing his brother purse his red lips and tremble flutteringly, unable to contain his anger, drove him mad.

It was a face that made him want to force him down right then and pound him thoroughly until he sobbed desperately for him to stop. And he had the confidence to do so. Because he knew better than anyone that even if he rampaged and yelled not to touch his body, once pounded with his cock, he would not last long before climaxing and sobbing like a beast.

“You’re the one who hates it but expects it, aren’t you, hyung? But what can be done. I’ve grown tired of you. I wouldn’t eat that ruined hole even if you gave it to me.”

The lies flowed smoothly. Even though the springy inner walls that gripped his cock like it was the first time, no matter how much he pounded, were still vivid. Even though he had endured the entire time stuck in America by thinking only of cumming his semen inside his brother’s rear-pussy. Even though the pleasure and climax that felt like committing a great sin came from his brother. Doeon’s expression twisted into shreds as he listened to the false vitriol.

“Ho, how can you be the same as ever… Didn’t you reflect at all during that time…?”

“Reflect? Isn’t it you who should reflect more, hyung, the one who ate my cock until it would break it off and then lied saying it was rape.”

“Se, Seo Doha… You… Is that what you should say…?”

“It’s true. If anything, I was the one raped. I was the one eaten thoroughly and then abandoned.”

“You, you… How can you go to the end like this….”

Doeon’s breath grew ragged. Just seeing his brother’s face, with his eye rims reddening and biting his lips until blood came out, made him feel like he could cum once.

The pupils wavering as if thick tears would soon drop, faintly moistening with guilt. It was proof that Doeon had not been at ease after sending him away.

It was fortunate on one hand that he was the one who elicited such intense reactions of disgust or hatred from Doeon. Because if there were no feelings at all toward him, then at least seeing his brother convulse with rage at the sight of him felt good.

He could soothe and coax him by simultaneously stimulating this hatred toward him and the guilt of having abandoned his younger brother to live alone.

His brother was in the palm of his hand. Doha curved his eyes slyly and extended his hand toward Doeon.

“What’s the use of dredging up the past now? Right?”

“…….”

“I’m leaving anyway, so there’s no need to be uncomfortable. How about we reconcile while I’m here, even if just for a short time? Let’s go back to being normal brothers.”

He deliberately emphasized the word ‘normal’. He was willing to act out the normal sibling relationship that Doeon so desired.

Even if only for a short while.

Doeon, staring fixedly at the hand extended toward him, seemed to believe that the humiliating expressions poured on him were real. That he had truly grown tired of him. Unaware that this easily gullible appearance made him want to pound him all night long, far from being tired.

“You, you won’t touch me? Re, really.”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll promise…?”

“Yeah.”

Doeon, who had folded all but his pinky finger for a while, pondering, finally extended his hand and gingerly hooked his pinky with Doha’s. The small finger was soft and squishy like pudding.

“We promised.”

“Yeah.”

Just the touch of their fingers made it thrilling, so he absolutely could not let go. Doha pulled up the corners of his well-formed lips into a refreshing smile.

So easy to deceive. Should he just pound him without worrying about the consequences?

Watching the face that chewed on his red lips and cautiously peeked at his expression with light eyes that had relaxed their guard more than before, he wanted to make the promise from moments ago as if it never happened.

If he unhooked the linked pinkies, grabbed his hand, and released a flood of his pheromones, the recessive would lose his mind and cling to him, so wouldn’t that be an easier way? It was when he slowly opened his palm to seize Doeon’s hand.

“Seo Doha.”

“……!”

The heavy low tone coming from behind made his movements stop in an instant. He felt the corners of his mouth, which he had forced up, stiffen rigidly.

And yet, Doeon standing before him snatched his hand back faster than him the moment he heard the voice and hid it behind his back. Doha let out a bitter smile at his brother, who was anxiously staring beyond him like someone caught committing a misdeed, and slowly turned his back.

“Yes. Dad. I came.”

The timing was impeccable. Right at the moment he was about to strip his brother bare and devour him, Dad appeared without a sound. Just like that day.

Doha faintly raised the hand still scented with his brother’s pheromones toward Taeoh.

“I just greeted hyung too. How have you been?”

“…….”

The sharp gaze of Dad, who kept his mouth firmly shut and stared at him, seemed to suspect if he had done anything foolish to Doeon. His black eyes gleamed with shine, like a hunting dog on guard lest someone steal his prey. He was always a man beautiful enough to draw admiration, but today, somehow, he seemed chillingly cold, as if he alone had been pelted with white snowflakes.

He was dressed in the same high-quality suit with its luxurious texture, worn impeccably like a uniform as always, but from his face, cooler than before, he even felt a precarious sensuality that seemed it would snap if touched. Doha could say nothing for a moment.

Was it because Yubin was injured and his mood was low?

Feeling awkwardly embarrassed for no reason, he awkwardly lowered the hand he had raised to at least exchange greetings. Of course, Dad was also an alpha with as strong a sex drive as him. Before having Yubin as his fiancé, the number of sex partners who had passed through Dad was too many to count on ten fingers.

With Yubin gone, unfulfilled desires must have piled up layer by layer. So had the face, sculpted by God with care like a statue, hardened like ice and turned to bronze? Or was this eerie mansion stripping away the original colors from its residents and withering them?

“I told you to go back to the Ihyeon-dong main house.”

Only after scanning even the dust floating between Doha and Doeon did Taeoh open his lips. It was a tone scolding him for not going to the main house but coming here.

“My family is here.”

Doha replied flatly. It sounded like an excuse, but it was the truth. After coming to Korea after a month, he did not want to spend it lonely at the empty Ihyeon-dong main house.

To Doeon, who had to see his face again, or to the father who had to see the second son, who had raped his older brother, disobey orders and crawl into the mansion, his existence must be like a nightmare.

Even as a delinquent child expelled from the family, he wanted to return to where his family was. Hearing that answer, Taeoh’s face subtly twisted.

An expression of impurity, just like when he was caught mingling bodies with his brother and heard the second son’s confession of liking his brother. If he had to guess, it was the exact same expression. Taeoh furrowed his brows as if looking at a trash bin full of refuse emitting a stench and asked.

“How long will you stay?”

“A week.”

Freedom permitted only for a week. Come Sunday, he had to return to the utterly miserable America again. Taeoh narrowed his eyes thinly, gauging how much time he had to spend with this impure delinquent.

“If you do anything foolish….”

Taeoh’s sharp gaze turned toward Doeon. Doeon, who had been frozen stiff and forcibly watching the standoff between Doha and Taeoh like the shrimp whose back bursts in a whale fight proverb, startled at just the glance and hunched his shoulders.

To Doha, it seemed his brother was still watching Dad’s mood. The timidity in his eyes showed a bird’s heart that feared. It was a wonder he had managed to live under the same roof as Dad. He must have lived with his senses on edge, like a potted plant that wilts instantly if touched.

He had no intention of doing anything foolish with such a coward for the time being. As long as Dad was guarding, that springy, squelching, tightly gripping rear-pussy would remain a pie in the sky.

“I won’t do anything foolish. With Dad guarding.”

“It sounds like you would if there were no one guarding.”

Dad had accurately seen through his intentions. But as the saying goes, even a thief cannot steal his own seed, and as Seo Taeoh’s son, what he inherited was not just a fine appearance. Doha could smoothly spout words different from his true feelings without being caught by anyone.

“No. I promised hyung too. That we’d become normal brothers, even if just while I’m here briefly. Right, hyung?”

When he suddenly tossed it to Doeon, who was standing watching only their moods, he trembled his shoulders flutteringly like a child having a fit. Even if he rolled his eyeballs to avoid, it was all within his palm. When their eyes met, the ones that had been warily watching him, Doeon reluctantly opened his mouth.

“Ye, yes… Ri, right, that’s what happened….”

The innocent brother seemed to believe the promise hooked on pinkies was sincere. Unaware of how sinister his true intentions were. Taeoh, who had been looking back and forth between Doeon and Doha with a dissatisfied expression, slowly nodded his head.

“You came a long way, so I can let you stay one night.”

An unexpectedly compliant permission fell. He had even expected to be chased out the moment he saw him. It was when he thought things were proceeding smoothly.

“But not inside this house.”

A bolt from the blue struck the sky that had been clearing brightly. If not this house, then where? It was so unexpected that a shrill sound welled up from his open mouth.

“Yes? Then where do I sleep?”

“There’s an appropriate place. Follow me.”

“Ha… This is ridiculous.”

It was beyond ridiculous; he was at a loss for words. Doha let out repeated hollow laughs like a madman and rolled up his gray pupils toward the ceiling. The square ceiling was close enough to touch if he stretched out his hand.

Yes, if he looked on the bright side, it was a room.

“But this is a bit much.”

The place Taeoh had brought Doha to was a small shelter attached to the garden. No, calling it a shelter was generous; it was a space that must have been used by the gardener in the distant past. It had a palm-sized window and a narrow cot, but now that it was no longer in use, no matter how he looked, it was no different from a storage shed for garden hoses, sprinklers, and weed removers.

‘It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s that I don’t trust Doeon. Someday, you’ll understand me too.’

Taeoh had casually patted Doha’s shoulder a few times as if comforting him, thrown a few words, and disappeared, saying he would prepare food for the stunned him.

Understand someday? How?

Dad’s ambiguous words that it was not distrust of him but of Doeon made no sense at all. More than that, how could he shamelessly offer this pigsty to his son, who had endured a month in a prison-like rural America, living an uncalled-for ascetic life.

“Does he not even want to associate with me at all?”

But he was in a position with nothing to say even if he had ten mouths. To Dad, who had mysophobia to begin with, a son worse than a beast for touching his older brother must be like filth smeared on a flawless pearl. Expecting a welcome after committing a sin was too greedy. He should consider it fortunate that he was not chased out.

Ha, letting out a stifled sigh, he accepted that the time had come to acknowledge his unwanted position.

After even accepting the status of a storage shed, a sudden sense of exhaustion flooded in. When he plopped his body onto the cot made of thick timber, the long-neglected wooden frame creaked and groaned.

The plaintive sound, like his own plight, rang unusually loudly. An unwelcome desolate sentiment soaked in like liquid. Indulging in self-pity was not like him. To empty his mind, he made a pillow with his arms behind his head and blankly stared at the black mold staining the ceiling.

Gazing at the irregular patterns, his instincts brought up familiar images: the parts where the black mold clumped thickly evoked a round head and diamond-shaped belly, and the parts stretched long like lines evoked four pairs of legs.

“It really looks just like that….”

The one that spins sticky threads to weave a net and catches insects to eat.

“Spider.”