The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 63

“Doha…? Doha, is that you…?”

A familiar voice came from behind his back. A clear voice he wanted to hear repeated over and over. His head turned as if drawn by it involuntarily.

Before he knew it, Doeon was sitting demurely on the bed, looking this way. The brother who had been laid beneath Dad just moments ago, spreading his legs wide and groaning, was nowhere to be seen, and he had an utterly harmless, pure face.

The soft hair draped over that gentle face, as if he had lain down for a long time and just gotten up, looked drowsy like he had woken from sleep. The immoral intercourse he had witnessed moments ago blurred hazily like a hallucination.

But as if to prove it was not a hallucination, the center of his bare upper body had darkened with arousal, and his nipples were plumply erect on the milk-flower plate.

To the point where he wanted to rush over and suck them right away.

“It’s really Doha.”

While Doha lightly hit his thigh with his fist to suppress the surging sexual sensation, Doeon tilted his head, confirmed his face once more, and slyly stretched his lips as if relieved.

“I wondered why there was a new cock smell.”

“……!”

In an instant, Doha’s brows furrowed sharply. At the vulgar words that could never come from his brother’s mouth, Doha’s fiercely hardened expression crumbled away softly.

Just this afternoon, his brother had been on guard like a small animal at the mere thought of him touching even a fingertip. What had his brother just said….

“Can I go close and smell it?”

“Brother, wha, what?”

It was so absurd that his words came out stammering. The brother reflected in his widely opened gray eyes lifted his fluffy cheeks white up to under his eyes and replied innocently.

“Because I like Doha’s cock smell. I want to smell it up close.”

“Bro, brother….”

It was an attitude so bold that he could not imagine it from his usual brother. At the sight of his brother, whom he was seeing for the first time, he could not properly open his mouth to say anything.

“Is that not okay?”

“…….”

As if the prolonged silence was hard to bear, suddenly his brother put his index finger deep into his plump lips and slowly sucked it up from the base. The finger, soaked in sticky saliva, glistened in the dim room.

“You said it yourself. That you have to know how to use your milk hole too.”

Doeon brought the tip of his saliva-wet finger to his ripe, crinkly nipple and drew a circle over the tip. The taut nipple smeared under his fingertip and took on a deep purple hue.

“Now I know how to use it well. Want to try it once?”

With his chest thrust out, slowly circling the tautly erect nipple, his brother looked dreamlike, just as Dad had said, like possessed by a sex ghost.

His forehead wet from intense intercourse. His deep eye line, relaxed like the eaves’ shadow. His red lips biting the hem as if he could not endure it, all like a dream or illusion.

“Come on… Doha… Didn’t you want to use my hole all this time? Have you already forgotten me?”

Forgotten? What nonsense. He had missed him madly. The moist and chewy hole that sucked him in with suction toward deeper places, toward more secluded valleys just by inserting. The supreme pleasure that inevitably addicted, swallowing his whole body and tightening his breath.

How could he forget. The fresh lavender scent emanating from his soft and tender skin had driven him crazy, making him harass him more harshly and squeeze his slender body until it burst.

And yet, his brother had ultimately not given him his side. Under the faint moonlight, his brother looked like a different person, boldly seducing him even with Dad there.

But the unfamiliar sense of heterogeneity enveloping that body was putting up a barrier that made him unable to rashly touch it. It was different from before. Clearly different.

As Doha’s mouth stiffened rigidly from the inexplicable sense of incongruity, the impatient Doeon finally jumped up irritably from the bed.

“I want cock!”

“……!”

Like a spring bouncing up with elasticity, Doeon leaped out of the bed in an instant and clung to Doha’s waist at his feet. Hanging dangling from his waist like a cicada on an old tree trunk, Doeon began rubbing his cheek against the front of Doha’s pants.

“Bro, brother…!”

“Give me cock, quick heup, hurry, Doha’s cock…!”

Like a child deprived of candy, Doeon whined, furrowing his brows tightly and stubbornly squishing and stimulating the cock hidden inside the front placket with both cheeks. Such a reaction from his brother was something he had never even imagined.

“Brother, wait, just a moment….”

“No, no…! I want to eat Doha’s cock…!”

The flustered Doha tried to peel off the two arms wrapped around his waist and looked at Dad with bewildered eyes. Taeoh, standing beside, looked down at Doeon, who was bound around Doha’s waist and whining for cock, with pity, as if it were familiar.

“Dad, brother is….”

“Now do you understand?”

“Ah, no, why suddenly like this….”

“If you don’t fill him until he’s satisfied, he won’t wake up.”

Taeoh, who had been watching everything as if observing, let out a small sigh and gently and preciously wrapped his hand around Doeon’s thin shoulders, which were still clinging to Doha’s waist and pleading, like cherishing fine porcelain.

“Doeon, come here.”

“Heup, Dad… Doha won’t give me cock. He must hate me, heup….”

Exhausted on his own, his brother suddenly wrapped his arms around Dad’s nape and buried himself in his broad chest, his shoulders shaking. As if this had happened many times, Taeoh stroked down Doeon’s back with a familiar gesture, softly.

“No. It’s not because he hates Doeon. Doha has come home after a long time, hasn’t he. He’s tired, so let’s let him rest today.”

“Heup, re, really? You don’t hate me?”

“No. How could anyone hate our Doeon. When he’s so lovable like this.”

It was a tone dripping with affection. He felt like goosebumps would rise on his arms from the gentle voice he had never heard once while growing up. Dad’s flustered appearance was as unfamiliar to Doha as his brother’s possessed by a sex ghost.

“Heup, I can serve both Dad’s cock and Doha’s cock well, I can do it well, heup….”

“Of course. Dad knows that.”

“I hate Doha! Heup… Dad, can’t you give me Dad’s cock again? My rear hole keeps twitching. Please scratch it with Dad’s cock….”

“It keeps twitching? Got it. I’ll scratch it refreshingly with Dad’s cock. There, don’t cry.”

“Hee… Yes, Dad… Hurry….”

Doeon, who had been making a tearful face, soon smiled radiantly and buried his face in Taeoh’s collarbone. It was clearly a daily scene of a dad soothing his crying child, but a conversation utterly impossible between dad and son was going back and forth. As Doha watched the two with a face beyond exasperation to dejection, Dad, who had scooped up Doeon in his arms, gave him a look.

“Go out for a bit.”

Dad headed back to the bed, holding his brother like a precious treasure. When he carefully laid his brother on the soft and warm bedding, his brother leaned back and naturally spread his two legs wide. As if urging him to torment him quickly.

The sadistic and promiscuous sex that had been interrupted by this uninvited guest bursting in was about to resume. Doha could neither stop the two nor watch them.

“…….”

Without a word, he turned his back and went out, closing the door to the master bedroom. From beyond the closed door, sticky sounds and viscous moans immediately seeped out, burrowing into his dazed eardrums.

It was quite some time later that Taeoh came down to the first-floor living room. Doha, who had been sitting on the sofa, listening to the sticky moans faintly coming from the direction of the master bedroom like a bystander, looked at Taeoh, who was walking calmly as if he had finished what he had to do.

“How is brother?”

The noble facial features, which seemed unchanging even if stabbed with a sharp blade, were somehow cast in a gloomy shadow. He was the dad who had not hesitated to embrace his brother, but perhaps the guilt surging after the fact was casting a shadow on his face.

“He just fell asleep.”

Taeoh, who had just finished intercourse, stared straight at the rigid Doha with somewhat languid eyes. As he approached, alpha pheromones vibrated from him, and through that, a fresh lavender scent subtly wafted.

As Taeoh leaned his back against the seat next to him as if tired, the traces of thick intercourse seeped into his nasal passages. The hot and sticky sweat mixed with the fishy secretions and pheromones, a licentious and debauched smell.

Thanks to his sensitive sense of smell, it felt like he was standing in the middle of the master bedroom again. The fantasy of prying open the gap between the bodies stuck without a seam, rubbing his own flesh in, and thrusting his thing into his brother without hesitation.

Was it true that blood could not be fooled after all. Far from pointing fingers at immorality, he wanted to jump into the gap where Dad and brother were doing anal intercourse.

Perhaps Dad had planted the seed of incestuous desire for his brother in him. The desire to crave and possess his brother might be deeply engraved in his DNA. Doha ignored his aching lower body as best he could and opened his closed mouth.

“Now explain. Make it convincing.”

With his head held high and arms crossed, his posture was quite overbearing. As he gazed loftily with lowered eyelids over locked pupils, he slyly lowered his gaze.

The sight of a beauty whose age could not be guessed avoiding his eyes felt like he had become a father disciplining his son who had caused trouble. Hadn’t he just knelt before Dad on the charge of raping his brother not long ago. The fact that such a situation had been overturned made him feel a sense of triumph on one side.

Whether he knew Doha’s inner thoughts or not, Taeoh crumpled his beautiful face, which had skillfully coaxed and soothed Doeon moments ago, into gloom, and lifted his empty black pupils to stare at the empty air.

“Have you heard of sleep sexsomnia?”

“No.”

“They call wandering around in dreams sleep sexsomnia. Doeon acts in heat like his heat cycle comes during sleep, but after waking, he remembers none of the actions he did.”

“He remembers nothing at all?”

“Yes. Like what you saw, he begs unable to overcome sexual impulses, but the next day, it’s as if nothing happened, and he remembers none of the words or actions he did. As if that part was cleanly cut out.”

“How could that be?”

Taeoh explained to Doha, tracing back to the past, from the day he resolved to find Doeon’s partner. The manifestation of Doeon’s abnormal symptoms, discovering the medicine Doeon was taking, and learning about Doeon’s narcolepsy and sleepwalking at the Kang Comprehensive Clinic.

And also that Doeon had been suffering from both illnesses since he manifested as a recessive omega at fifteen.

His brother had been sick. All along.

The image of him, who had seemed timid and introverted to the point of instability from the first time he saw him, came to mind. Even his excessive avoidance of going out and obsession with the mansion might all have stemmed from the illnesses.

And.

“By any chance, was Mr. Lawyer’s injury also because of Dad and brother?”

“…….”

It was just spitting out the suspicion that flashed through his mind for an instant, but Taeoh’s pupils visibly panicked and shook.

“It was an accident.”

“An accident….”

The scene at the time of the accident unfolded in his mind like a panorama. The dawn when everyone was asleep. His brother in heat, possessed by a dream demon, and Dad unable to resist his seduction. Yubin, who had accidentally witnessed the two’s sex scene, falling from the terrace unable to withstand the shock.

In the mansion where the watcher had disappeared, Dad must have bitten even Jeong Taeseok, who was like a limb, and under the excuse of sleep sexsomnia, busied himself exploring his son’s body without regard for anyone’s eyes, even forgetting to lock the doors.

If he too had not been able to grasp his mind properly, he might have almost slipped and fallen beyond the railing.

If the mansion, shrouded in strangeness under the rippling moonlight in the night sky, had not called him in the middle of the night, he would have had to leave without ever knowing this fact.

But.

Leave?

Why me?

For a very short moment, a glint shone in his gray pupils. They say the one who turns crisis into opportunity is the true winner. Doha pulled up the corners of his mouth refreshingly on both sides.