The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 67

“Hng…! Heuk, ung…! Ah, hurts, aang…! Hurts, ang…! Haang…!”

“Answer me, brother.”

He pushed his snake-like long tongue into the narrow ear hole with fluffy fine hairs and thrust it stickily all the way to the eardrum to pierce it, urging an answer. As the pointed tongue tip ravaged up to the ear hole, Doeon spat out an answer mixed with a cry-like intercourse sound.

“Hu-euk, si, similar…!”

“Similar?”

“Hung, re, really, heut…!”

“So they’re both about the same. Damn, should I get studs embedded in my cock or something.”

“Heup, ah, no, do, don’t, ha, hate it, aang…!”

Like struggling for life, brother shook his small head fiercely. He must have thought that with the beast-like cock already, if studs were added, he might die while receiving it.

“Do you like my raw cock?”

“Hng, uung, Do, Doha’s, ra, raw cock, go, good, hng…!”

“Hoo, you have to take responsibility for those words, brother.”

He thrust up the cock hooked like a barb on the deep inner wall enormously and rampaged through the winding inner organs roughly.

“Heuk, haaaang…!”

The slender body bounced up like a spring, and the small round grape-like toes spread wide like a fan.

“Ha-euk…! Eut…! Ha-eut…! Haaang…!”

The small head, dominated by unbearable pleasure, shook with hair fluttering like a bobblehead doll attached to a car dashboard.

“Aa…! Ple, please, slo, hung, a, a bit, ple, please slower…!”

But he had no intention of slowing the rampaging speed. Splat, creak, splat, creak. Before long, the buttocks flesh soaked damply in sweat made sticky sounds each time it collided with and fell from the pubic bone. When the lumpy cock was inserted and pulled out, the intercourse fluids vomited from inside the hole became white foam and piled up in a round ring like snow on the cock base.

Doeon, who had no choice but to submit to the rough speed, immersed in suffocating pleasure, heaved his waist and clenched the cock tightly with his firm inner walls.

“Hng, go, good, huung, the, there, haeng…!”

“Here?”

“Hng, uung, the, there, hwa, hwaaang…!”

When he ground the same point wildly with the cock tip, he convulsed his body like an aspen and wailed. Even at the harsh cocking, Doeon’s body quickly adapted, skillfully clenching the chewy inner walls to press the cock.

As he thrust up his waist even faster in succession, the taut buttocks flesh was squished flat against the pubic bone, splattering the white foam pooled thickly on the cock base pfft- pfft- in all directions.

Doeon now let out sounds almost like a beast would, digging his nails into Doha’s nape and scratching.

“Hik, haaek, euk, haeng, hae…!”

“Completely gone mad.”

Beyond the doorway, in the pitch-black corridor, Dad was undoubtedly watching this scene quietly.

The eyes rolled back so much that only the whites showed. The jaw gaping wide and drooling saliva. The light-colored flesh skin shaking with recoil each time stamped by the cock stake. The crimson nipples whirling round and round on the plumply raised chest. The cock head distinctly protruding over the thin belly skin like a baby kicking with feet inside the belly. The unusually red petals blooming wide by scraping the tender mucous membrane with the hook-like cock.

He hoped Dad saw it all.

At that thought, suddenly, the sense of ejaculation surged. While biting Doeon’s ear wheel, he sped up. He pushed the cock shaft, twitching in the narrow inner organ gap, to the end wherever it reached.

“Haak…! Ahat…! Wa, wait, no, no, nooo, haaaat…!”

Creak, the thick glans, having rampaged so much that the inner organs loosened, tore through and caught on the baby hole gap. Without missing that gap, he pounded the baby hole thud, thud with the thick glans.

“Hoo, feels good here, right.”

“Haaang…! Ah, no, ha, hate it, hate it, no, don’t, sto, stop, hwaaang…!”

At the moment the cock, persistently digging into the baby hole, plunged to the baby hole’s end, the surging cock tip spurted shooo, semen.

“Hoo….”

“Haaaang…!”

The rough water current began to fill the baby hole, and the pale toe tips held in the air spread wide like fan ribs and then curled repeatedly. Soon, Doeon began to ejaculate semen into the air, and the milky semen drew parabolas and fell onto the wooden floor.

“Heu-euk, hng, hek, eut, hng…!”

That was not all. As a large amount of viscous liquid noisily filled the baby hole, Doeon, who had squirted white mucus so much that his balls shrank, soon trembled his thighs and squirted clear water spurt- spurt-.

“Squirting too? A rag gone all the way.”

The clear water dripped plop, plop onto the wooden floor, and Doeon, fallen to climax, convulsed for a long while while squirting. Doha embraced his brother, sprawled on his chest and unable to come to his senses in the afterglow of ejaculation, and laid him on the bed.

“Hik, hit, hng, eut… hae….”

Doeon’s eyes were still rolled back behind the eyelids, in a state unable to emerge from pleasure’s heaven yet. He deliberately spread the twitching thighs wider. So that Dad would not miss the most scenic scene.

From the groin spread sloppily toward the doorway, viscous semen sluggishly flowed out from the hole gaping empty in the shape of his own cock. It was a dizzying sight where hot blood rushed to the cock even though he had already cum once.

“Uung… Do, Doha….”

“……?”

Then, Doeon lying on the bed tossed his head and moved his lips. Doha leaned his upper body close to hear brother’s whisper. The cappuccino-like pale pupils, rolled back behind the eyelids, had returned to their place.

Had he perhaps woken from the dream? With a somehow regrettable feeling, he brushed the wet hair strands stuck to the cheek behind the ear and examined Doeon’s face. Doeon rolled his pupils around as if searching for someone.

“Heut, ah, ah….”

“Huh?”

“Ah, Dad is….”

“Dad?”

“Ah, Dad… ah, still wat, watching…?”

The opponent Doeon was seeking in stutters was precisely Taeoh. It seemed he remembered his words even in the daze, that he had to show to Dad.

“Yeah. Probably watching.”

“Wh, where from…?”

Brother raised his head and groped around with drowsy eyes. Like having put on only one shoe and searching for the lost other one.

Finally, seeing the eye light groping the dusky corridor where the sun had set and no light entered, Doha realized. To brother, Dad and he were not competitors to rank, but existences each needed. In other words, males forming a pair. Doha gently stroked the cheeks still tinged light pink because the delusional fever had not subsided.

“You greedy rag.”

“Uung…?”

“No, brother. I’ll call Dad.”

The idiot-like brother seeking Dad even after receiving his cock. The brother who squirted from excessive pleasure and drooled the cock fluid his blood brother had ejaculated into his worn-out hole, yet still wanting Dad’s cock.

Doha knew that neither Dad nor he could cut off such a brother. In the end, he had no choice but to break the fate of having to share brother with Dad.

Doha stood at the doorway and looked at the dark and quiet corridor. He quietly called him, as if summoning an existence hidden in the shadows.

“Dad. Are you there? If you are, come out.”

The low voice, like chanting a spell, resonated through the quiet corridor. Before long, from the end of the corridor, thud thud, footsteps crossing the old wooden floor were heard.

As expected.

Soon, Taeoh appeared, parting the dark veil. His almond-shaped noble and dignified eyes were bloodshot red with excitement, as if he had witnessed the raw intercourse with brother as is.

Nevertheless, Taeoh did not grab the collar like when he discovered the chastity belt on Doeon. Perhaps Taeoh too had realized, as an alpha and male lusting after the same omega, that coexistence was necessary in this precarious triangular relationship.

“Dad. You were there.”

“Yes.”

Taeoh answered dryly with black pupils that had absorbed the corridor’s darkness. Not the tender and anxious attitude toward Doeon, as if he might break or shatter, but sometimes annoying yet unable to sever. It was a monotonous and dry voice looking at the alter ego he had split himself into.

“You saw it all.”

“…I saw.”

“How was it?”

“Shut up.”

Even after clearly witnessing the scene of ravaging his own female pussy roughly right before his eyes, Taeoh was calm without haste. His usual self would have ordered Jeong Taeseok to stab the vital point of the guy who stole his female. Doha knew well that his own limbs were intact because he was Seo Taeoh’s child.

Just as Dad could not cut off brother, he could not either.

We three father and sons have no way back now.

“Come in. Brother is waiting.”

Doha stepped aside at the doorway, making way for Dad to enter. Taeoh, who entered the room slowly, began to scan Doeon sprawled on the bed with legs spread.

The gaze climbing along the white thighs where convulsions had not subsided stopped at the rear hole pussy, which the second son had filled full and then pulled out, leaving it empty. The hole, still twitching in the afterglow, had its inner walls swollen from frictional heat, blooming wide, and spitting out yellowish semen.

It was like a remote restroom in the middle of a highway, promiscuously dirtied like a toilet casually used by passersby. Taeoh’s well-shaped eyes narrowed horizontally.

“I told you to handle him carefully.”

“It’s not something for the dad who eats brother’s pussy four times a day to say.”

“Four times?”

“Brother said so. That he did it four times a day with Dad.”

“So you’re jealous?”

“No. I deflowered brother, after all. Let’s call it even.”

Pfft, an incredulous laugh leaked from the beautiful lips anew. It was then that Doeon, who had closed his two eyes and breathed irregularly heup heup, opened his eyes at Taeoh’s light laugh.

“Haa, ah, Dad….”

“Yes. Doeon.”

“Hng… Dad….”

“Why. Our Doeon.”

“Uung… Ah, Dad, co, cock….”

Doeon slowly raised his right leg, which he had spread wide as if his thirst had not been quenched yet. The hourglass-like slender calf reached up to the pants front placket of Taeoh standing by the bed. And without hesitation, the light pink sole began to slyly rub against the front placket. Taeoh’s flat brows furrowed slightly.

“Hng, co, cock….”

“Our Doeon just received Doha’s cock.”

“More, more….”

“Want more?”

“Uung, yes… give more… Dad….”

As the smooth foot rubbed repeatedly, Taeoh’s pants front placket quickly swelled plumply. This time, Taeoh did not tell Doha to go out for a bit. Tacit consent. Though not expressed directly in words, it was Taeoh’s turn now, and Doha was the observer.

When Taeoh pulled down his pants zipper and took out the dark red cock standing erect sharply from the front placket, Doha leaned his shoulder against the doorway and watched the two joining.

When he gripped the cock root and stroked up the cock shaft shlick shlick, the cock, which he had not thought could grow more, frighteningly increased in volume. Taeoh, who had perfectionism and germaphobia, thrust his erect cock without hesitation into the hole soaked full of his son’s cock fluid.

“Aaaang…!”

Taeoh began to spread and thrust into Doeon’s pussy savagely like a prime breeding stallion. Doeon responded by hooking his two legs around Taeoh’s waist and clinging tightly.

“Haang, ah, Dad, the, there, go, good, hng…!”

“Our Doeon, hoo, likes cock that much?”

“Haeng…! Yes, go, good, co, cock, aa, aang…!”

Each time the thick cock quickly went in and out through the buttocks valley squished flat under Dad, the cock fluid that had filled brother’s inside refluxed and flowed down in lines. The fishy semen smell. The improper anal intercourse smell filled the entire room.

We were trapped in that room.