The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 62

I fell asleep while absentmindedly tracing the mold blooming on the ceiling with my eyes as if it were a mural. When I opened my eyes, even the handful of light that had been coming through the window the size of two palms had faded away, and the surroundings had darkened as if soaked in black ink.

How long had I slept? It felt like my sense of time had become faint ever since stepping into the mansion. Life in America had also made a few seconds feel like several minutes, but it had not seemed like time had stopped as it did now.

When I picked up the cell phone I had placed by my head and touched the screen, the time was flowing quickly like water, and before I knew it, it had passed through the night and was heading toward dawn.

It had been a long time, but I had only traveled by sitting in first class, so was it travel fatigue that had built up? My body felt heavy. As I stretched my stiff shoulders, I suddenly wanted to breathe in some fresh air.

Even giving it the best estimate, the narrow shelter, which was about 6 pyeong at most, felt stifling. The mold blooming like cotton in every dark and damp corner also played a part with its smell.

Doha got up from the bed and opened the door woven from walnut wood. The musty mold smell subsided a bit, and the scent of grass carried on the chilly dawn air seeped into his nasal passages.

Since it had not been tended to in time, the grass that had dug up the soil and grown thickly swayed as if it were reeds blooming in a wetland, receiving the hazy moonlight. The garden, thick with dawn mist, seemed not like an artificial garden maintained by people but like a swamp in a place untouched by human feet. A place where once you stepped in, you could not escape.

As he slowly walked through the garden, stepping on the tough grass, it felt just like walking on a floor covered with a thick rug. It felt heterogeneous, as if he were walking through a place he was seeing for the first time.

But something even more heterogeneous was the mansion. Even in the darkness, the mansion with its lights off took on a flesh-colored hue from receiving the moonlight. That appearance looked difficult to approach, like a solid fortress of gold and iron walls.

The gloomy and solid atmosphere enveloping the mansion always stimulated the desire for conquest inside Doha. Contrary to his original goal of circling the garden once while getting some dawn air, before he knew it, Doha’s footsteps were heading toward the mansion’s entrance.

If the entrance was open like it had been earlier in the daytime.

With a faint hope, he carefully pulled the door handle. The door security, which was so lax that even a thief could come and go unnoticed, was it a mistake? It was firmly closed and did not open.

Letting out a dejected breath, he looked up at the mansion with its lights off. Above the second-floor roof, clouds that hid the moonlight were hanging. It was a sign that a big rain would fall as soon as tomorrow.

If I just listen to the sound of rain hitting the ceiling inside the narrow shelter, I will end up going back to America. It was the moment he gave up on the thought of entering the mansion and turned to leave.

“…….”

The second-floor terrace with its railing collapsed suddenly entered his field of vision. The only crack in the fortress that was unfriendly to uninvited guests. As soon as he saw that split gap, the thought of turning back disappeared, and a sudden surge of defiance arose.

Doha stopped by the shelter and picked up the folding ladder used to trim the shape of the trees. It had not been used for a while, so there was rust in places, but it seemed to have no problem for use.

Returning to the mansion, he unfolded the folding ladder in front of the second-floor terrace, and it barely reached the railing. When he hooked the top of the ladder onto the jagged broken surface of the railing, it clicked into place as if blocks were fitting perfectly.

This should be enough. The room with the second-floor terrace was the master bedroom that his late mother had used, and it would be empty, so his plan was to enter the mansion through the master bedroom.

First, he placed his foot on the very first step and held the sides of the ladder with both hands to test it by shaking it. It was sturdy enough to easily hold his own weight.

Doha claimed the role of a night visitor and climbed up, stepping on each step one by one. An inexplicable tension made sweat form on his palms.

Even if he successfully entered the mansion, he did not have any particular plan. He just had a goal. The one goal of entering the mansion. From the moment he woke up, it was like he was suffering from a strange fever, and he could not stop his steps as he climbed the steps.

In a way, it felt like this mansion was bewitching him. An enthusiastic omega he would not have glanced at normally, and on top of that, the brother who shared his blood had been awakened to strange sexual sensations and become obsessed because of him.

Before he knew it, Doha, who had reached the last step, lightly passed his body through the gap between the broken pillars and set foot on the terrace. With a crunch, bits of plaster scattered from the broken railing were stepped on by his foot.

‘Falling from the second-floor terrace… you injured your leg.’

Suddenly, Doeon’s words flashed through his mind. Yes, Yubin had fallen from the second-floor terrace. The plaster pieces under his foot might have been fragments created when Yubin fell.

As he thought that the spot where he was standing was the point where Yubin had fallen, a chill suddenly ran up his spine. To shake off the eerie feeling, Doha shook off the plaster dust stuck to the bottom of his foot and confirmed that the sticky dust had disappeared, then planted both feet straight on the floor. At that moment, a white figure filled his vision.

“……!”

For a very short time, his breath caught, and then it was exhaled with a whoosh. It was his own figure, like a day thief, reflected in the transparent veranda door.

Even at the hazy silhouette reflected in the moonlight, his heart pounded fiercely. It was absurd, so he let out a wry smile and flung open the veranda door.

At first, he thought he had seen wrong.

This time, he thought he was startled by his own reflection in a mirror. But as far as he remembered, there was no full-length mirror in the master bedroom. To see the hazy view in more detail, he narrowed his eyes.

Between the fluttering chiffon curtains, there was a flesh-colored mass tangled together as one body. It was shaped like snakes in mating season coiling around each other.

The moment he identified through his increasingly clear vision that the silhouette was not a snake but a person, sticky moans came rushing in like waves, as if the sound mute had been lifted.

“Hng, eung, there, there, ha-eut…!”

The sticky intercourse sounds invading his eardrums. The melting groans filled the master bedroom to the brim. Doha, who had unwittingly become an uninvited guest bursting into the midst of intense intercourse, let out an absurd chuckle.

Well, 16 weeks is a long time.

He thought that during the 16 weeks of being apart like a bachelor, his dad, who found it hard to endure, had brought in a new sex partner in the meantime. He had not expected him to boldly have intercourse in the room his previous wife had used.

But wasn’t this crossing the line?

Even though he had no memories, the sight of his dad mindlessly thrusting his lower body between widely spread legs without any respect for his late mother or loyalty to his fiancée was quite unfamiliar. The body laid beneath his dad was clearly far from Yubin’s tall stature and robust frame at a glance.

He could not see the face, but it was a slender body with flesh thinly applied over bones. As he mercilessly pounded down with force like pounding rice cakes on that frail body that seemed burdensome even just to be laid beneath, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, splat, splat, rang piercingly in his ears.

It was quite a violent sex. Each time he thrust his cock between the legs like beating it, the slender body trembled quiveringly. Even as it hurtled toward the extreme to the point where one worried it might break, the partner laid beneath wrapped his silver-white calves like a sea fish around his dad’s back and let out a desperate moan.

“Ha-eut, ah, Dad, more, har, harder, heung-eut…!”

In an instant, Doha’s eyes widened as if they would pop out. Dad? If he had not misheard, it was clearly “Dad.” But soon he shook his head. No way. I must have misheard. Even as he shook his head left and right in disbelief at the unbelievable situation, Doha could not tear his eyes away from the two figures clinging together.

“Our Doeon. Are you going to break Dad’s cock today? Even now, it’s clenching so tight, huh, it’s like it’s going to melt Dad’s cock. Then it won’t feel good for Doeon.”

“Heut, I, I did wrong, heup, ah, Dad, co, cock, it’s so, so good, eung…!”

However, the voices coming vividly as if to say it was not a mistake were clearly those of his biological father, Dad, and his own brother, Doeon.

Doha’s face stiffened coldly as if he had seen a ghost. A nightmare he had never even imagined, let alone could imagine, was unfolding before his eyes.

Since when.

Just since when had the two of them started clinging and eating each other. Since after I left for America as if chased away? Or since after Yubin got hurt?

Who started it first. Dad? Or brother? In any case, Dad and brother, left alone in this mansion, had been secretly engaging in anal intercourse. Inside this dreary mansion that reminded one of a temple with only its skeleton left.

Indescribable emotions swirled. It could be called jealousy. It was he who had deflowered his brother, and it was he who had made him aware of pleasure.

Even when he had been branded a scoundrel who raped his own brother and chased to America, he had not blamed Dad or brother. It was because he thought it was natural that even his usually germaphobic Dad, and brother who had been forcibly awakened to sexual desires he could not handle because of him, could not forgive him.

But what he was witnessing with his own eyes now was different from what he thought.

Dad embracing his brother without any guilt whatsoever, to the point where he could not believe it was his usual Dad. Brother, who had flinched like a sensitive plant at the mere thought of him touching even a fingertip, now voluntarily begging to be held more.

“Ha-eut, ah, Dad, the, there, dee, deeper, aaang…!”

“Hoo, should I give you Dad’s cock injection here?”

“Heup, ah, Dad’s cock, injection, and water injection too, ha-eut…!”

“Got it, I’ll give a water injection to Doeon’s baby hole.”

His stomach churned, and it felt like nausea would rise up any moment. Doha clenched his two fists tightly. His pale fists trembled. A faint taste of blood came from his lips, which he had bitten down hard. He barely opened his lips, which were closed tight as if glued.

“Stop it….”

The gestures of their bodies sticking without a gap and thrusting their waists up repeatedly toward climax. The white calves wrapping around the back not just with legs spread wide but as if they would die if separated even for a moment. The sticky noise from wet flesh rubbing. He wanted to stop all of it.

“I said stop it!”

Suddenly, at the shout he let out, the gestures of the bodies shaking as one mass stopped abruptly. It was a bolt of lightning that chilled the air, heated by the two people’s fervor, in an instant. At the command coming from behind his back, Taeoh slowly turned his head.

“…Doha?”

A troubled expression settled on his dad’s face, which was as fine as a jade ornament. As if trying to hurriedly cover up, he pulled back the cock that he had thrust deep into Doeon’s lower body.

The massive cock, on the verge of climax, was pulled out like a stake from inside the hole. It was as vulgarly large as his own.

“Heup, ah, Dad, wha, no, don’t, gi, give me cock, hurry, cock….”

On the other hand, Doeon, as if he had not heard the fierce voice, was still feverishly seeking the cock that had filled him up, suffering from a delusional fever. From the black hole gaping empty in the shape of his dad’s cock, pre-cum and intercourse fluids mixed with love juices oozed out sluggishly, flowing down along the perineum.

As Doha’s gaze lingered on the hole spewing out a milky mucus mixed with secretions, Taeoh pulled over the blanket that had been pushed to his feet and covered Doeon’s legs, which were spread wide. That sight was like a male worrying about his own being taken away, and it was exasperating.

“Ha… our house has become a flour house too. I didn’t know you’d do hole cousin with brother while leaving him out.”

“Doha-ya. Dad will explain.”

“What explanation is needed? I saw it all, Dad thrusting your cock into brother’s hole and shaking.”

“…….”

As if at a loss for words, dad closed his lips, which had been moving. It was only right that he had nothing to say even with ten mouths. In the meantime, Doha had even endured being treated like a savage who raped his own brother, and he had withstood being exiled to the rural countryside of America. When he came to Korea after just one month and went straight not to an empty room in the mansion but to a moldy storage room, he had understood it as natural from his parents’ perspective, but now he saw that they had driven him out to cling and eat with brother inside the mansion where no one else was.

“You should have just said it. That you need to do intercourse with your son, so the foreigner should step aside a bit. I almost wedged myself between the two of you without any tact.”

“It’s not like that. Doha-ya.”

“If it’s not like that, then what is it? You said it, Dad. That someday a day will come when I understand. How am I supposed to understand a dad having sex with his son?”

As veins stood out on his neck, the dark eyes thick with appeal sank with guilt. Guilt toward Seo Taeoh, who had always lived as he wished. Dad’s expression, with his thick eyelashes lowered as if eating ink, looked uncharacteristically weak. He, who had been moving his lips, carefully opened his mouth.

“Actually… Doeon is sick.”

“Ah, so that’s why Dad is giving cock injections?”

Even mocking him thoroughly did not assuage the anger from the sense of betrayal. The secretive pillow talk the two had shouted along with their intercourse sounds. Having confirmed that he had clearly heard even that vulgar pillow talk, dad’s face turned ashen.

“You should have cured him by giving water injections too, but because of me, you couldn’t properly treat him, huh. Dad.”

The excuse that brother was sick was just as unconvincing as the babble that someday he would understand, when he had been sent to the storage room. As if he had anticipated that he would not accept it at once, dad quickly composed his pale face.

“It might be hard for you to understand, but when Doeon is sick, he turns into a different person. Abnormal sexual desire takes over that child. Like a sex ghost possessing him.”

“Ha, just make up a heat excuse instead. That would be easier to accept.”

The corners of his mouth, curled in sarcasm, rose all the way to the dimple. Sexual desire taking over like possessed by a sex ghost? Wasn’t that exactly the explanation of an omega’s heat cycle? It was just like what he had seen in the heat cycle manual that was mandatory in health centers, not a single word off.

As Doha snorted, Taeoh quickly shook his head.

“It’s different from a heat cycle. This symptom only manifests when Doeon falls asleep… it’s sleepwalking.”

“What are you talking about? Moaning and begging for cock, and you say he’s asleep?”

“It’s hard to believe, but yes.”

Sleepwalking that only manifests when asleep? Nonsense. It was so absurd that the snorts did not stop. It was then.