The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 64

While his brother was asleep, the gift he had filled him with, which was a nightmare for Dad, ‘that’, was precisely a chastity belt.

Taeoh glared at Doha with bloodshot eyes and suddenly released the collar he had gripped full-handed.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

He had gripped so hard that it stung around his collarbone. Doha rubbed the clavicle poking like a bolt with his palm and spat out as if grinding his teeth.

“You think I’ll just leave the two of you to pound away?”

“…What?”

“You’re right. It seems like you were about to cling and eat each other again just now.”

Otherwise, there would be no reason for his brother to be naked. Taeoh, whose intentions had been seen through, closed his mouth tightly as if at a loss for words for a moment. The corners of his mouth, unable to overcome his anger, twitched finely.

“I just went to check if he was asleep. But Doeon, who woke from sleep, lost consciousness again and came at me… ha… I couldn’t help it either.”

Doha could not avoid the rising sneer. He couldn’t help it because of Doeon’s illness. What excuse could be easier and more convenient than this. In the end, a pfft of laughter burst out between the one-sidedly raised corners of his mouth.

“Dad.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s be honest now. Please.”

“……?”

The beautiful face, not knowing the reason, stared at Doha full of questions. Doha leaned his shoulder obliquely against the doorframe and leisurely crossed his arms.

“You too, like me, are stuck on brother.”

“……!”

“You’re in heat for brother, honestly….”

Smack-!

He could not finish his words when a slap struck. His head turned defenselessly from the slap swung with full force. A faint taste of blood lingered on the tip of his tongue, as if the inside of his mouth had burst. When he turned his broken head straight forward, refusing to yield, a cold face as if hoarfrost had settled aimed at him.

“You’re insulting your sick brother and dad like that?”

“It’s not an insult, it’s the truth.”

“You like insulting me that much? You haven’t been hit enough.”

It was when Taeoh raised his right hand high, as if to slap the remaining cheek too.

“Heup, don’t do that, Dad…! Don’t hit Doha…!”

Doeon, kneeling on the bed, was crying, thick tears dropping. Taeoh, unable to bring down another slap at the pleading voice, tightly closed his two eyes and lowered his hand.

“Heup, Dad, unlock this and make Doeon feel good quickly with Dad’s cock… yes…?”

Changing the subject, his brother bent his knees and spread his groin wide like scissors’ blades. On the pudding-like tender skin, the silver chastity belt covering the white porcelain staff shone overwhelmingly.

“Dad, hurry, quick… unlock this….”

The silver chastity belt fastened on the slender white body was exceedingly barbaric. Taeoh could not deny that the contrasting image was maddeningly seductive.

But he did not have the key. Doeon’s obscene appearance begging to have the chastity belt unlocked was a picture of a pie in the sky. Taeoh let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. Doeon. Dad can’t do it.”

“Why can’t you? Has Doeon’s rear hole become boring now? Sick of it? Is that why you put this on? Because you don’t want to give Dad’s cock…?”

“No, no, Doeon.”

“I hate Dad…! I hate this…! Unlock it quick…!”

Doeon pulled down the leather belt with his hands trying to unlock the chastity belt, but the chastity belt, fixed without even a finger’s gap, clung to his lower body as if adhered with glue.

“Heup, I hate it…! Take this off…! Take it off…!”

Even thrashing his two legs wildly and struggling was useless. Judging that he could not peel it off with hands, Doeon struck the chastity belt clinging to his white porcelain staff hard with his acorn-like fists, bang, bang.

But the sturdy stainless steel would not break under the soft and powerless fists like water. Doeon punched the chastity belt repeatedly trying to smash it, but soon grew exhausted.

“Heup, nooo… heup… I hate this….”

Finally realizing there was nothing he could do, Doeon curled up his limbs and trembled his body like an aspen.

“Heup, cock… cock… give me cock… it feels like I’m dying… heup….”

His appearance, sweating coldly and convulsing from fingertips to toes while mumbling, was just like a patient suffering withdrawal symptoms. In his brother’s case, the difference was that it was not drugs or alcohol but dependence on sex.

“Seo Doha. Is this what you wanted? Just watching your brother suffer. Is that what you want?”

Taeoh was looking at the body twitching faintly with his eyeballs full of tears, his heart aching. As if only he could satisfy the desire Doeon craved.

But that was Dad’s misconception.

Doha took out the key from his pocket. When he hooked the ring on his index finger and twirled it, the metallic clinking sound rang out. It was then that Taeoh’s gaze, fixed on Doeon, properly turned toward Doha.

“No, what I want is.”

“……?”

“For me to resolve it directly.”

“…Seo Doha.”

“The key is in my hand, why would I just watch.”

“You bastard…!”

Taeoh, with his glossy black eyes widening like saucers, reached out both hands once more to grab Doha’s collar with an angry face.

However, Doha was one step faster. He stepped back and strode to the window, flinging it wide open. The sky visible outside the window was blazing red with sunset. Doha gripped the key dangling from his index finger in his hand and extended it toward the outside of the window showily.

“Shall I throw it away if it’s not needed? Then you two can just watch how long brother holds out?”

“…….”

Doeon was grinding his teeth and letting out pained moans, curling his body on the bed like a pill bug, as if his heat cycle had come and he could not resolve it alone.

“Hng… heup… please… cock….”

Taeoh, whose position had become awkward, looked at Doeon suffering from the unquenched delusional fever, unable to do this or that.

In the meantime, as if he had regained his composure, he seemed torn between possessiveness unwilling to let his thing be taken by another and the paternal love cherishing his sick child.

If the desire is not satisfied, he will not wake. If brother is overtaken by the endless sleep sexsomnia. And if he never wakes forever. That must be what Dad fears.

“I understand….”

After a long sigh, permission fell. It was probably the bitter defeat for the first time in Seo Taeoh’s life. Doha wore a triumphant smile on his well-formed mouth line and drew back the arm extended outside the window.

“Thank you, Dad.”

“Handle him carefully so Doeon doesn’t get hurt.”

There was a flaw in the words to handle carefully. He had clearly witnessed him embracing Doeon intensely without sparing a glance at the other, like a blindfolded stallion. Doha silently held back the smile leaking out and answered.

“Want to see how I do it? I don’t mind if you watch.”

“No, no….”

Dad, rarely flushing his beautiful face, stared at his brother curled on the bed for a while as if regretting, then turned with reluctant footsteps.

“Have a good trip.”

He deliberately did not close the door fully. He hoped Taeoh would hear the sticky and promiscuous sounds seeping through the clumsily open gap. It was like the twisted wild desire of a male possessing the same female. While listening to the debauched and licentious intercourse sounds, he hoped Dad would imagine and suffer like him.

Unable to leave the door like a leashed dog, pacing around and midway bursting in, the impulse to pry open the gap between the bodies stuck as one and rub his own flesh too.

“Now, shall we treat him.”

His front placket was already swollen heavily. With the cock injection ready, it was time to wake Doeon, who had rolled his body round in pain.

“Brother, want to eat cock?”

“Uung… cock, cock… give me cock….”

Doeon groped the mattress like a blind beast and crawled to the edge of the bed where Doha stood. His nose tip, twitching intermittently, was like that of an animal with excellent sense of smell. As if detecting the alpha who would fuck him thoroughly.

Doeon’s two eyes, lost in a dream, had pupils dilated as if soaked in brown paint, and from his slightly open mouth, hot breaths clumped with heat flowed out unevenly.

It newly felt real that his brother was a sleepwalking patient. Doha lowered his hand and lifted the sharply chiseled jaw. The unfocused pale pupils seemed to be indulging in a fantastical world far removed from reality.

“Unlock this quick…. Unlock it and to Doeon’s rear hole… cock… give me cock….”

“It’s frustrating? Shall I unlock it?”

“Eung… frustrating… unlock it please….”

Even in his drowsy state, the chastity belt blocking his genitals seemed quite uncomfortable. His appearance, spreading his groin obediently in front of him and waiting, was exceedingly gentle.

It was completely different from the stiff and distant morning when he had treated him like a distant relative. Doha placed his right knee on the mattress between the widely open legs and asked.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Uung….”

“Who am I, say it.”

“Doha….”

His name flowing out between the small and plump lips brought Doha a strange sense of satisfaction. When he cupped the pointed chin end with his hand, he gently closed his two eyes.

“You can’t forget me, brother. I deflowered you too. Remember?”

“Eung….”

Held in Doha’s hand, Doeon obediently nodded his head. Doha suddenly recalled the day he deflowered his brother. On the day a typhoon blew, Doeon, who had pretended to be beta all along, had his traits discovered by him because of the suddenly arriving heat cycle, and unable to withstand his threat, had submitted.

His brother, hanging teardrops on his eye corners and begging not to tell Dad please. But after submitting so much that his below was worn out, the pale pink hole that had been lasciviously closed had swollen red like a volcanic peak thanks to the repeated thrusting.

The black dot visible when the hole’s wrinkles spread flat and stretched tightly, was it still well there. Surely it had not been blurred by Dad’s cock marks.

When putting on the chastity belt, he had not examined closely for fear Doeon would wake from sleep. With an excited heart, he inserted the key into the heavy padlock attached to the center of the leather belt and turned it, and click, the clear sound of the mechanism engaging rang out as the padlock unlocked.

When he removed the padlock ring, the chastity belt constricting the genitals loosened. Doha also peeled down the stainless steel in the shape of triangular drawers.

Unlike the metal cleanly falling from the suffocated white porcelain staff, the part covering the buttocks fell off with a sticky sound. Looking closely, intercourse fluids flowing from Doeon’s hole had pooled thickly.

“Our brother, still so watery as ever.”

“Hng, em, embarrassing….”

“It’s a compliment.”

“Hee… really?”

“Yeah. Want to lift your hips more? To show your rear hole.”

“Eung….”

Doeon, who gently bit his plump lower lip, leaned his elbows on the mattress and arched his waist back. As the perineum lifted up, the hidden oval hole finally entered his view. Doha grabbed the white thighs and spread them refreshingly to see better.