The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 69

It was because one never knew when or where Doeon might fall asleep and show symptoms of sleepwalking, but in reality, it was to prevent anyone from having sex with Doeon in case even one of them left the premises.

The key to the chastity belt was hidden inside the mansion by the person who went out, and the lock was only unlocked when Doeon showed symptoms of sleepwalking. And they fairly decided on starter and finisher in turn and embraced Doeon.

An unspoken rule.

It was a rule they made so that the father and son could share Doeon without competing or fighting over one omega.

The awakened Doeon had been greatly flustered upon seeing the chastity belt that suppressed his body, but he was reassured by using Doha as an excuse.

For now, the circumstances of Doha staying in the mansion were summarized as a delay in studying abroad due to visa issuance issues. Thanks to that, he whispered to Doeon, who was afraid that Doha might touch his body like before, that the chastity belt could serve as a means to protect him. From that moment on, the chastity belt became armor rather than a prison to Doeon.

In that way, it seemed as if peace had come to the mansion.

The morning of the mansion was serene like a quiet field where even the wind hesitated. As if the barbaric sex of the three family members that had taken place on their mother’s bed last night was nothing more than the vulgar imagination of a gossip enthusiast.

The three were sitting across from each other at the dining table, quietly eating their meal. Only the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain bowls echoed like white noise.

“Pass the pepper, please?”

“Yes. Here it is.”

An ordinary morning for the three family members, no different from any other family.

The reason they could maintain that calm, waveless state was all because of Doeon.

Last night, after receiving the baptism of cock fluids vibrating with the male scents of his father and younger brother both inside his organs and on his skin, Doeon had finally fallen into a deep sleep, and when morning came, he woke up normally for the first time in a while. He was dressed in a white shirt buttoned firmly up to the collar, and with a clear and cold appearance like glass, he was silently pushing the salad on his plate into his mouth.

The gazes of Taeoh and Doha, who were indifferently handling their utensils, were fixed on Doeon, whose eyes were as transparent as if they would melt before their fingertips could touch him, and they showed no sign of looking away. An expressionless, indifferent face. Eyes that seemed disinterested in worldly affairs. Eye corners that seemed utterly naive, as if they knew nothing of passion or excitement.

But Taeoh and Doha knew that even if he appeared as pure as first snow, once he fell into a dream, a longing deeper than a sticky swamp would reveal itself beneath.

Even though the males’ fervent gazes seemed as if they would devour him right then and there, Doeon remained oblivious to it and simply ate his breakfast in silence.

It was the moment when Doeon, who had been quietly and diligently chewing, was about to spear a pearl-like round bocconcini cheese with his fork and put it into his mouth. Suddenly, his face crumpled like paper, and as if vomit was rising, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his palm.

“Uup, wa, wait a moment, eup…!”

Screech, the chair scraped against the wooden floor as it was pushed back, and Doeon stood up from the chair and dashed out of the kitchen as if fleeing.

“I’ll go check.”

“I’ll go check.”

Taeoh and Doha spoke at the same time. The two, whose words overlapped, looked awkward and avoided each other’s eyes.

“…….”

“…….”

The law that they must share Doeon equally and fairly without any bias was at work even in this dining room. If even one of them went to Doeon, the unspoken rule would collapse, and it was obvious that order would break down into jealousy and envy.

“…He’ll come back if we wait.”

“Let’s do that.”

In the end, the two decided to wait obediently until Doeon returned.

After some time had passed, Doeon came back to the dining table. His fluffy cheeks seemed to have thinned in the meantime, looking pallid and bloodless like snowflakes under moonlight.

“I’m sorry… for suddenly leaving during the meal….”

“It’s fine. Was your stomach upset?”

“Yes, a little….”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as if the nauseous taste still lingered in his mouth, and he nodded his head. Taeoh pushed a glass of water across the table. Doeon’s gaze fell to the half-eaten salad as he moistened his rough mouth with the water he received.

“Um… may I go upstairs first?”

“You don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“Yes. It’ll be fine if I rest….”

“Alright. Go up and rest. If you feel even a little unwell, tell Daddy.”

“Yes. Thank you, Daddy.”

Doeon bowed his head slightly and left the dining table with a face from which almost no color could be felt. Taeoh and Doha had long known that Doeon’s stomach was sensitive. He got indigestion easily and digested slowly.

They had prepared meals that provided maximum nutrition with the minimal amount since he was picky and ate little, but today it seemed his stomach was upset by the cold salad.

Or perhaps he had taken in too much cock fluid last night and gotten sick from it.

Either way, the best course of action in such cases was to leave Doeon to rest quietly. Every time he fell into sleepwalking, he would fuck not just one but two alphas until exhaustion every night, so it was natural that his stamina would deplete and he would tire quickly. When not caught in dreams, Doeon, who simply lay in his room, would likely mistake the fatigue that made it hard to even lift a finger as being due to the illness he was suffering from, rather than the threesomes he engaged in every night.

It would be better to let him keep that misconception.

Taeoh and Doha were no different in being caught in misconceptions. On the surface, while pretending to be a normal family, they had gradually become immersed in the role-play. They had fallen into self-suggestion, believing only what they wanted to believe. Taking Doeon was not due to immoral lust but a treatment done with their bodies.

As they rationalized incest with inevitability and justification, the guilt of committing incest faded, and their obsession with Doeon only grew stronger.

“I should go to the herbal clinic and get some tonic prescribed.”

“I hear deer antler is good for omegas.”

“Is that so. Deer antler sounds good.”

Rather than sending a subordinate, Taeoh headed to the herbal clinic himself, insisting on checking the ingredients of the medicine with his own eyes. Doha, left at home, took out a weed trimmer from the shed to tidy up the weeds in the garden that he hadn’t paid attention to until now.

Tsk, I’ve become a complete country bumpkin.

Doha clicked his tongue while sharpening and attaching the blade to the weed trimmer machine. Daddy was setting aside even company work to get tonic for hyung, and here I am trimming weeds like a guard dog watching the house. It was something he couldn’t have imagined just two months ago.

It was when he had neatly mowed the long grass that had grown up to his calves and entered the mansion. Doeon, whom he thought was sleeping in his room, was standing at the entrance to the foyer, anxiously biting his nails with a tense expression.

“What. You weren’t sleeping?”

“You… come here for a moment.”

“Why?”

“You’ll know if you follow.”

Doeon, as if he had something important to say, grabbed his hand and led him past the living room all the way to his own room. The way he carefully locked even the door aroused curiosity.

“Why. What’s going on.”

“…….”

His clear and tender lips parted slightly and then closed again. It was an atmosphere where he seemed about to blurt it out but held back.

“If you have nothing to say, I’m leaving.”

“Wa, wait…!”

As he turned to pretend to leave, Doeon pulled out an object from his pocket that was long and pen-like, as if it were a letter, and placed it on his palm.

“What is this.”

At the question, Doeon cast his gaze downward. The dense shadow of his eyelashes spread thickly under his eyes, and the meticulously drawn line of his lips trembled faintly.

“A, a pregnancy test….”

“Pregnancy?”

Doha fixed his gaze on the plastic object placed on Doeon’s palm. The line indicated in the section showing the reagent strip was faint, making it hard to discern.

The result was obvious anyway, even without looking. Yeah, after fucking like that, even a recessive omega couldn’t avoid getting pregnant, right?

Hiding his surprised emotion, Doha opened his sharp yet graceful lips.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I don’t, don’t know….”

“So, what do you want me to do about it.”

He couldn’t say it out loud, but honestly, he was quite pleased. But pride came first. At the deliberately cold and harsh tone he spat out, clear moisture welled up in Doeon’s pupils as if it would spill over at any moment. He swallowed his choked breath and trembled his shoulders slightly.

“Do, Doha, you… it’s your child….”

“My child?”

A cold sneer curled at the corner of his refined mouth, lifting to one side. Well. It could be my child. But Daddy and I had knotted into hyung’s pussy competitively. No one would know whose seed had finally implanted in the pussy always swollen taut with semen until the baby was born.

Doha slowly crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly as if looking down at him.

“Do you have proof it’s my child? You must have whored around with your pussy while I wasn’t here. Seems like you’re trying to dump another guy’s bastard on me because I’m easy.”

At the icy tone, Doeon’s gaze shook as if crumbling. He seemed to be trying to hide his tears, his neatly shaped eyebrows quivering quietly at the ends.

“N, no…! I didn’t whore…! I, I… only did it with you… The, the first time was with you too… Before you went to America was the la, last time…!”

“That time was the last?”

“Y, yes… That day….”

The last sex. Doeon’s memory stopped at the day before Doha was chased off to America, the day their relationship was discovered by Taeoh. Doeon had no memory at all of receiving Daddy’s cock countless times due to sleepwalking symptoms during the month Doha was gone to America, or of doing threesomes every day since his younger brother returned to the mansion.

To Doeon, the child in his belly could only rightfully be his younger brother’s seed. As if resolved, Doeon swallowed the tears about to burst with deeply wet pupils.

“Hng, don’t, don’t worry… I won’t make you take responsibility… I’ll abort the baby….”

“Abort?”

“Ho, how… could I give birth…. To a, a child out of wedlock… without even a ma, mate… How… If, if Daddy finds out… We, we’re done….”

“No.”

“Wh…?”

Unlike Doeon, who blinked his precarious eyes to hold on, Doha’s face, with arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, showed leisure. He didn’t know if the child in the belly was his younger brother’s or his own blood, but the probability was fifty-fifty anyway.

He wanted to protect even that half possibility. And the other half had to be left to Daddy’s decision. He couldn’t let hyung irrationally abort the child of Daddy and himself alone.

“Let’s have the baby, hyung.”

“…What? Are, are you crazy? No. If, if Daddy… finds out… He’ll get angry… You, you’ll get chased out again, and I, I’ll…!”

In that instant, Doeon was back in that day. Back to the day he had knelt and begged after being discovered by Taeoh. He would probably imagine an even more miserable situation than that time and torment himself alone. But Doha knew. That the situation and decision back then and now would differ as vastly as heaven and earth.

“Daddy will say to have it too.”

“Ho, how can you be sure…?”

“There’s a thing like that. Trust me.”