The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 70

“Um, really… will you allow it…?”

“Yeah. I said I allow it.”

At my answer, Doeon turned his tearful face slightly away and held back the rising sobs. It wasn’t agreement to abort the baby, but saying to have it, as if he had been waiting only for those words. It was absurd from the start to think that timid Doeon could resolve to kill the living being inside his belly.

When he informed Taeoh, who had returned to the mansion, of Doeon’s pregnancy, he too seemed shocked and forgot his words for a moment.

“Doeon… is pregnant…?”

“…Ah, it’s not certain yet, but it seems like it.”

Doeon was trembling sweetly with a face that seemed like tears would burst at even a single word from Taeoh. Taeoh looked at Doeon, who had bowed his head as if he had committed a mortal sin, and slowly the corners of his mouth lifted, soon curving his soft eyes into a full smile. It was a warm smile that brightened the whole world.

“Our Doeon is pregnant… There’s a baby in our Doeon’s belly?”

Taeoh was overjoyed to the point of breathlessness, as if he couldn’t believe it. It was the first time Doha had seen such earnest joy. Contrary to what he had imagined, seeing Taeoh moved to emotion, Doeon forgot even his sniffling and awkwardly opened and closed his mouth.

“He seemed like a baby himself… I’m so proud. So proud. I’m proud of you, our Doeon.”

“D, Daddy….”

Taeoh carefully placed his hand on Doeon’s belly as if moved. Holding his breath like a person tense that it might shatter at the slightest touch of his fingertips. He firmly closed his beautiful lips, lowered his head, and stroked the belly for a long while.

Doha could tell what emotion was contained in that touch. It was a gesture filled with the conviction that no matter what the baby in the belly was, it was undoubtedly his child.

Daddy, really, it could be my kid too, you know.

Doha overlaid his own hand on top of Taeoh’s. In that moment when the two silently stroked Doeon’s belly, it felt as if a small life twitched beyond the warm body heat.

“Mom, I’m here.”

Doeon visited the columbarium housing his mother’s remains to see her after a long time. As he looked at his mother’s photo smiling inside the cold glass door through the divided wall compartments, the back of his eyeballs burned hot.

“Have you been well?”

He raised his hand and gently stroked the small glass door as if touching his mother’s face. Beyond the cool touch, numerous memories surfaced. At the end of those memories was always the image of her face with deeply dimpled cheeks, her eyes shining clearly as she asked him to protect the mansion.

“I kept my promise, Mom. I came to tell you that.”

The mother in the photo smiled brightly as if she were listening intently. Her face was the same, but he had changed so much. As he subtly lowered his head, he saw his flat belly that wasn’t swollen. He lowered the hand that had been stroking the glass door and caressed his own belly preciously.

“Who will be your daddy from now on?”

The voice choked with longing soon faded, and a cool reciting voice echoed through the quiet columbarium. An inexplicable smile hung on lips like pale flower petals.

“Now it doesn’t matter who it is.”

As he slightly tilted his head back and giggled, a clear sneer mixed into his laughing face. His mouth was smiling, but his brown eyes weren’t smiling at all. The eyes that had always been vacant and unfocused now had a sharper focus than ever. The hospital diagnosis had regrettably concluded it was not actual pregnancy but mild pseudocyesis symptoms. But eventually, he would get pregnant someday. It would turn out that way. Because he would make it so.

“Kuk….”

Fearing the eerie laughter circling the columbarium might leak out, he bit the corner of his mouth slightly and looked around. Confirming no one was there, Doeon clamped down on his twitching lip ends. With one hand clasped behind his back and the other wrapping his belly, he trudged across the columbarium corridor.

Outside the columbarium, a drizzle was falling. Taeoh, spotting Doeon descending the stairs, got out of the car, opened a large umbrella, and approached him.

“Doeon-ah.”

The flawlessly refined facial lines. The purified gaze without any impurities. He might seem cold at first glance, but when he curved his well-shaped eyes into a smile, he disarmed everyone he faced—Daddy.

“Daddy….”

As Taeoh drew near, Doeon slightly lowered his eye corners as if he would drop tears any moment and bit his curled lips. Making a sad expression was now as easy as chewing gum for Doeon.

“Did you meet Mom well?”

“Yes….”

“You didn’t cry, did you?”

“N, no….”

“Your nose tip is red.”

“No. I really didn’t cry….”

He had almost cried seeing Mom but ultimately no tears fell. Because all my tears had dried up and withered. Still, nothing was as enjoyable as stimulating Daddy’s guilt. He was weak toward his eldest son, who had pitifully been born a recessive omega, so pitiable and forlorn.

As he deliberately wiped under his eyes lightly with the back of his hand as if crying, the soft eyes of the beauty who was approaching forty yet not wilting folded tenderly.

“Aren’t you cold? Shall we go back?”

“Yes….”

Mind your head. Taeoh carefully wrapped his arm around Doeon’s shoulders as if he might shatter if hugged too tightly and opened the car back door. Doha was waiting in the back seat. He moved to the inner seat and supported his back with his palm to make it easier for Doeon to sit.

“Your timing is killer. Do you have to come out on a day like this and bother?”

The cold gray eyes glared at Doeon. Doha, tilting his sharply chiseled jawline while grumbling at him, had a dangerous charm unlike his age. But even with an aura that made it hard to approach easily, he was unexpectedly the devoted type who rejoiced or despaired at a single expression from his hyung.

“Then should I wait at home… why….”

“So you can whore around outside if I’m not watching? I have to come out and keep an eye.”

His tone was rough, but his eyes showed clear worry. Doha’s hand, which had been fastening the seatbelt, was already gently stroking his nape.

Anyway, males are.

So predictable.

Predictable to the point of being boring.

As the corners of his lips began to lift in a sneer, Doeon slightly lowered his head and secretly hid the mocking smile that had settled on his mouth.

“Shall we grab lunch before heading home? Doeon-ah, is there anything you want to eat?”

“Anything… is… fine for me.”

“Ah, hyung really liked that Hanwoo flower sirloin last time. Let’s go eat that.”

“Alright. Let’s do that.”

Taeoh, who sat in the driver’s seat himself, gently pressed the accelerator, and the car pulled out of the columbarium parking lot. Inside the car smoothly running along the road, Doeon leisurely alternated his gaze between Taeoh and Doha.

The males in his grasp.

He was indeed a slut, as Doha crudely called him. A slut among sluts, whose cock addiction had burned away, unable to be satisfied with just one cock.

‘Doeon-ah, don’t wear revealing clothes.’

The fact that Mom wouldn’t even let him wear clothes showing even a bit of skin, made him pretend to be beta and hide his traits, and confined him to live only inside the mansion—perhaps it wasn’t because of his traits or illness, but because she had early on sensed her son’s fox-like temperament.

The promiscuous nature of a recessive omega who went crazy at the sight of alpha cocks, despite being a recessive omega.

The one who first awakened that possibility in Doeon was his own father, Taeoh.

‘Daddy… you’re very late.’

He could tell from the first moment he saw Daddy. Instinctual attraction. It wasn’t longing for his father but carnal desire and heat felt by a recessive omega toward a dominant alpha.

How could he feel any negativity toward the father he met for the first time after living like a man for 19 years? It was just that his breath caught at the beauty that changed the surrounding air just by existing.

Moreover, the thick woody scent seeping into his nasal passages. Ah, it was truly ecstatic. His heart raced violently in response to Daddy’s pheromones. He felt like he would go mad. From the moment he sensed the thick pheromones, his hole twitched on its own, leaking love juices.

‘First time seeing you, hyung.’

But to think there were two dominant alphas, not one. Unlike the refined-looking Daddy, Doha, who seemed rough and wild, even stimulated Doeon’s desire for conquest that he hadn’t even known existed.

After living like a monk cultivating asceticism on a vegetarian diet, it was like smelling sizzling meat for the first time in his life—he couldn’t regain his senses from the excitement he felt for the first time since birth.

He wanted to have them. He wanted to be held by them.

But there were constraints.

The lowly trait of being a recessive omega. And the relationship of sharing the same blood as family.

The dominant alpha Daddy and younger brother obviously wouldn’t even glance at someone like him. To them, his existence was like a stray dog suddenly jumping in front of the car.

A merciful being that lost its mother in an accident and needed to be put down. A poor child without a place to attach to, desperately in need of charity.

That was his position.

After Mom’s funeral, he probably wouldn’t see Daddy and his younger brother again. He would return to a relationship worse than strangers, with no promise of meeting again.

But more important than such sentiment was the practical issue. Protecting the mansion, where debts like annuities taken with the house as collateral due to financial hardship and inheritance taxes were complicatedly entangled, was the priority.

Though it was Mom’s will, to him too, the mansion was an indispensable entity like a turtle’s shell. He had never once thought of leaving the house to live elsewhere.

I’m a penniless virgin desperate for deflowering right now.

What should he do.

Is there no way.

‘How about staying with us for a while?’

At that time, Daddy showed an unexpected breakthrough. With that one sentence, the entire situation flipped. A calculator spun rapidly in his head.

He thought that perhaps one choice could simultaneously solve several problems he had.

Killing two birds with one stone. Eating the pheasant and the egg too. Stuffing himself full.

‘Daddy thinks this could be a chance for Doeon to get close to his younger brother.’

The week Daddy was away. He thought it was rather good. Because he could grasp them one step at a time, slowly in his hand.

The longer the time confined in the mansion, the more Doha, who hadn’t even given him a glance, started directing his gaze this way. It was a good start. He secretly enjoyed the stolen glances peeking at him while pretending to read a book without entering the room, turning pages while sitting in the living room recliner chair.

Doha, who regarded the hyung he met after 19 years as some boring beta gentleman stuck in the countryside, seemed itchy-mouthed as Doeon fidgeted, and revealed the secret Daddy was hiding.

That Daddy had a fiancée, planned to bring her and live together until marriage, and after the wedding, intended to sell the mansion. He couldn’t immediately verify the truth, but if it was true, it was fatal.

He didn’t think catching both rabbits would be easy, but unexpectedly there were many ambushes. Doeon decided to make Doha, who was showing even a shred of interest in him before Taeoh returned, his own person.

The more overt the method, the better the effect, probably. He deliberately didn’t take heat cycle suppressants. Releasing faint pheromones, he huddled in a corner, trembling while hugging his body, hoping Doha would just discover him.

Doha fell easily into the gamble of throwing his body. Daddy’s absence. The enclosed space of the mansion. An omega in heat cycle. These three elements approached as an irresistible temptation. Without knowing it was a trap, Seo Doha embraced him.

Fucking was a new world.

The first alpha cock he received delivered supreme pleasure. To the point of regretting the years he lived without knowing this. He could intuitively sense it. That from now on, he couldn’t live even a day without filling his hole with an alpha’s large object.

But a dumb recessive omega who only chased cocks would soon bore him. Once interest waned, Doha would quickly seek another omega, and he, having tasted alpha cock, would wander the red-light districts with his thoroughly worn rear pussy, going mad even for dirty, filth-covered old cocks that weren’t dominant alpha ones, shoving them into his behind to fill it.

A penniless recessive omega chasing only cocks, without the mansion or alphas.

He didn’t want to become such a miserable cheap slut. So he hid emotions in his speech, expressions, actions, one by one, making Doha anxious. He even deliberately let him discover the prescribed medicine. Doha, baring his teeth while saying that steady exposure to dominant alpha pheromones would stabilize an omega’s heat cycle, was utterly adorable. His patience had been tempered through long-term care for Mom’s illness, so pretending to be deceived, acting naive and foolish, luring him to the basement or having sex avoiding Taeseok’s eyes was thrilling beyond measure.