The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 71 - END.

Doha was a good cock teacher. A kind teacher who taught not only how to use the rear pussy but also the mouth pussy and milk pussy.

The problem was the spider monster.

[Um… the mansion… without protecting… only received… dirty… seed….]

At first, he thought it was the ghost of his mother wandering the mansion to condemn him for falling into carnal lust without thinking of protecting the mansion, but it seemed like an illusion stemming from his own guilt.

Ha, guilt? Guilt was a completely useless emotion. Did guilt feed him? Did it even scratch his itchy rear pussy? He was going to do even more with the plans remaining ahead.

The week of dream-like cock training ended, and Daddy returned. Doha was right. Daddy brought Jung Yubin, claiming she was his fiancée. How should he eliminate the arrogant dominant omega who smirked in self-absorption and even thought of turning the mansion’s garden into a golf practice field? He would probably have to wait for the right moment. From then on, Doeon waited to seize the opportunity.

To do that, he needed to make Daddy his own first. Seo Taeoh, who had weathered numerous waves of life, was a more complex being to approach than the impulsive Seo Doha. So this time, he chose a method to implant a strong image. A scheme to plant the seed of immorality in Daddy’s mind.

Since he was going to do it anyway, the day of the welcome party where Yubin was chanting Buddhist prayers seemed good. When receiving Yubin’s guests, he secretly sent a text asking Daddy to come to his room because he had something to say to him.

He deliberately provoked Doha to hold him more roughly. His own lewd cries would have leaked out beyond the door. Right after reaching climax, Seo Taeoh opened the door as if he had timed it perfectly, and saw his two sons devouring each other on the bed.

To awaken the alpha’s instincts through sight, sound, and smell more than any abstract words. He felt Daddy’s gaze instinctively lingering on the hole receiving the cock. He deliberately wrapped both legs around Doha’s waist and let out a longing moan.

So that his hole would embed deeply in Daddy’s mind.

But the more moral Daddy than Doha punished him. When Doha was chased to America and he collapsed, assimilated to Doha’s pheromones, revealing the secret of being a recessive omega, Daddy declared he would find a marriage prospect for him. It was outrageous that he thought of selling his eldest son as a second wife to some old man, not to the alluringly beautiful himself, nor to the glaringly bright Doha like burning sunlight.

He couldn’t just sit still. Doeon intuitively sensed that the time had come to use the sex skills he had learned from Doha on Daddy. How to seduce him so that he wouldn’t refuse and would accept him fully. The method was close at hand. It was using his own illness.

The illness he had suffered from since fifteen. The damn illness that Mom called unlucky had become the reversal card.

Narcolepsy was managed with medication, but sleepwalking had improved to the point where he could control it to some extent even without medicine. Doeon decided to gladly utilize the sleepwalking that had once bound him to the mansion.

During the day, the innocent and gentle son becomes a heat-driven slut with another personality when he falls asleep. More than he thought, Daddy couldn’t push him away. It was because the past schemes to plant the seed of immorality in his mind and stimulate sympathy for having to care for his sick son had worked.

Using the illness as an excuse, he seduced Daddy whenever and wherever. Seeing the beauty torn between lust and paternal love while reluctantly embracing him was thrilling like lightning striking his heart. Ha, this is what life is for. Since they devoured each other regardless of time and place, it was only a matter of time before Yubin caught them.

After Yubin, who stupidly fell alone from the terrace, left the mansion, there was no one to stop the rampaging Daddy and son. Daddy became addicted to him. That Seo Taeoh had become unable to live without his own son’s pussy. Doha, who couldn’t forget the taste of hyung’s rear pussy, also returned to the mansion and started receiving two alpha cocks in one night. Pleasure exploded throughout his body. Goosebumps-inducing ecstasy. This was proof of being alive.

But to perfectly complete the plan, one final decisive blow was needed.

[If you… become pregnant… you… will….]

That final method had been taught by the spider monster before. The spider monster with legs like well-honed longswords sprouting tentacles, stabbing his belly while chanting a spell. He remembered the spell recited by the small mouth covered in fine hairs twitching.

[If you… become pregnant… you… will… have… the… mansion….]

Pregnancy. He had to get pregnant.

Though not intended, the pseudocyesis conveniently served as a good test. As soon as he saw the pregnancy test result, he wondered what the two men’s reactions would be if he said he had a child. Would both men deny it, or would they each claim it as their own? Both males gave the most satisfying answers. Not only did they welcome the pregnancy news, but they had no intention of determining paternity. No matter whose seed it was, they intended to be the biological father.

They tenderly cared for Doeon, who had suffered mentally until the pseudocyesis was revealed, and the normal inheritance of the mansion was one of them. The mansion left by Mom became the property of the sole heir, the ‘beta’ Seo Doeon, in just two months.

And to Doeon, busy receiving their cocks in his dreams, they gave one more promise. If Doeon truly became pregnant later, no matter whose seed it was, they would raise it as Seo Taeoh’s third child. With this, the child of Seo Doeon that would be born someday would become not an illegitimate child born of incest but a legitimate child of Seo Taeoh, and could also inherit his assets. Even then, the ‘Doeon who doesn’t wander in dreams’ would be at a loss upon learning he was pregnant, but he could just appropriately go along with the two males’ tune.

To the penniless recessive omega Seo Doeon, who had nearly been chased out empty-handed from the mansion after losing Mom, and even had a chronic illness, a flawless new family had now been created. It couldn’t get any better than this.

The plan was perfect, and the goal was accomplished.

When he pulled out the tautly swollen milk bags, squirt—a clear white liquid shot into the air.

“Eut….”

The plump milk bags, flushed red, dripped with milky breast milk. Lately, just touching his breasts caused the milk to leak out in streams. Was this not pseudocyesis anymore but finally the long-awaited real pregnancy?

More than that, he needed to express it a bit.

To squeeze out the milk flowing enough to wet his T-shirt chest, he took out a breast pump from the wooden drawer that looked like it had a small air cushion on it.

“Is this how you use it….”

It was something he had secretly ordered from an online shopping mall because of the uncontrollable flowing milk, without Taeoh and Doha knowing. Looking at the instructions, he lifted his T-shirt and pressed the transparent funnel closely to his breast, then pressed the power button. Beyond the adhered funnel, his breast compressed, and with chup-chup sounds, white milk began flowing out through the tube in spurts.

“It’s noisy….”

Not only was the suction power overwhelmingly weak, failing to refreshingly draw out the milk, but the machine noise was quite loud. Doeon quickly turned it off.

“Ha… annoying….”

The situation of having to apply a milking machine to his breasts because of the overflowing milk was utterly tedious. His thickly swollen breasts felt hot and uncomfortable, so he needed to resolve it somehow….

“Shall I ask them to suck….”

He had his husbands, after all. Doeon shoved the breast pump back into the drawer and left the room. At the end of the corridor, dim orange light spread on the floor. It was light leaking from the guest room on the first floor. The guest room was now being used by Taeoh as a temporary study.

He’s still not asleep.

Under the soft lighting, Taeoh was reading documents with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. His sharp jawline looked even more defined under the orange light. A beauty that made him marvel no matter how many times he looked. His heart fluttered unnecessarily at the focused gaze.

Ah, I want Daddy’s cock quickly.

Even though he had received plenty of Daddy’s and Doha’s cocks yesterday, he wanted to cum while having his milk sucked again, and at the same time, have his throat pussy and belly filled with cock fluids. Now it was time to enter the act. Doeon relaxed the tension in his eyes and made a dazed expression. The idiotic look starved for cock was now Doeon’s exclusive trademark.

“Hng… Daddy….”

“Doeon…?”

With his mouth gaping open, he approached Taeoh and clung to his neck. The eyes that had been focused blinked rapidly, scrutinizing his pupils thoroughly.

“Eung… Ah, Daddy….”

He stared blankly into space with unfocused eyes. Taeoh, mistaking it for falling into a dream again, stroked Doeon’s head and relaxed his long eyes.

“What shall I do for our Doeon.”

“Milk, milk pussy….”

“Milk pussy? Why?”

“Eung… Doeon’s milk pussy… hurts….”

He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up to his collarbone. Between the split milk bags swollen as if about to burst, white milk had beaded up and was now streaming down his chest. At the explicit sight, Taeoh’s composed gaze quickly clouded over. Doeon deliberately arched his waist into a semicircle and pleaded with tears hanging at his eye corners.

“Hng… Milk pussy is hot…. Suck, suck the milk pussy, please….”

“Shall Daddy help?”

“Yes… Qu, quickly….”

As he wriggled his waist and begged, Taeoh held Doeon’s waist and lifted him onto the study desk. Roll, pens and documents tumbled from the desk edge to the floor. They seemed like quite important documents. But Daddy didn’t care and opened his mouth to take in the darkened areola fully in one bite.

“Aang…!”

A goosebump-inducing pleasure flowed down his spine. Lightning flashed at the crown of his head, and his toes splayed out like a fan. With pressure incomparable to the breast pump, lips adhered to the breast, tongue wrapping around the milk bag, he began sucking vigorously until his cheeks hollowed out.

“Hik, hng, go, good, het, hng…!”

Gush-gush, like a burst dam, the exploded milk poured down Taeoh’s throat in gushes and gushes. This is it, this is it. Now he felt alive. At the eye-rolling pleasure, he threw his head back and trembled his jaw. While the milk bag was sucked slurp-slurp inside the mouth, his rear pussy was already flooding like a deluge, and his pale cock was twitching and surging.

“Tseup, how is it. Does it not hurt now?”

Taeoh slightly detached his lips and asked. White milk beaded at the end of the delicately drawn lip line and dripped down his chin. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. It was maddeningly erotic. Without realizing it, Doeon grabbed the back of Daddy’s head and buried it in his chest.

“Hng, more… more…!”

It was then. Knock knock, the sound of someone knocking on the study door. Doha was standing at the doorway, who knew when he had come. One corner of his mouth slanted up, carrying a sneer.

“Starting again. Should I put the chastity belt back on? As soon as I unlock it, you couldn’t hold back and secretly whored with your husband.”

His tone was cold, but his gaze was toward the milk pussy being sucked frantically by Daddy.

“Eung, Do, Doha-ya… Co, come here….”

There was still one milk pussy left unsucked. He clearly knew why his milk pussies came in a pair. It was so that his husbands could each suck one.

“Th, this milk pussy… He, here too….”

When he pointed to the remaining breast, Doha, whose ear tips flushed red despite pretending otherwise, approached as if entranced and lowered his broad shoulders. Doeon thrust his chest forward more to make it easy for Doha to latch on. His well-shaped lips parted, and he took the remaining one into his mouth as if gnawing it.

“Haaaang…!”

The protrusion of the plump milk bag bumped against the smooth palate, scattering milk with a gush. Hng, hik, his shoulders bounced up like elastic springs. It was insanely ecstatic. His husbands sucked the milk roughly like babies starved all day. The two soft, curved heads perfectly attached to his narrow chest seemed like they belonged there originally.

“Hng, more, hng, more, harder, aa…!”

Doeon stroked the round heads with both hands, pressing them closer, closer to his chest. At the force pressing their heads, Daddy and Doha sucked Doeon’s milk pussy more competitively. He wanted the milk pussies pulled hard from both sides to stretch pathetically and become ragged until they were sucked. He wanted to melt gooily in Daddy’s and younger brother’s mouths.

“Ah, ang, co, coming, haang…!”

Inside his pajama pants, the pale cock spurted ejaculation with squirts and squirts. His vision went entirely white. As if aiding the afterglow of ejaculation, his males tenderly wrapped their tongues around the milk bags turned into a mess and sucked up every last drop of milk without leaving any behind.

“Hek, hng, eut, hng…!”

While panting roughly, pop, like air escaping, the lips that had fully engulfed the milk pussies detached all at once.

“Hyung, your milking bags are all fucked up.”

“Hng, hng, hng….”

From the monstrous sucking pressure, the milk pussies bruised red and sagged like a cow’s udder. The purple milk bags had fine cracks, peeling pinkishly. That stinging pleasure brought an ecstatic trance that stopped his breath.

“Hng…. Co, cock… Give cock too….”

Having had his milk pussies sucked, now he wanted cocks quickly in his mouth pussy and rear pussy. He turned his body himself and pulled down the pajama pants wet below. His tautly curved flesh-colored buttocks were revealed temptingly.

“Daddy, today I’m the starter, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll use the mouth pussy.”

Doha gripped his thick cock terrifyingly erect from his pants front and stroked it up while slapping his plump buttocks like pounding rice cake, signaling insertion. Ah, the moment before receiving cock was the most thrilling. Doeon brought his hands back and unhesitatingly spread the buttock cleft.

Squelch, with the sound of sticky fluids separating, the hole stretched like a spiderweb revealed itself. The hole, smelling the cock scent, bared its black darkness and throbbed.

“So much milk and so much pussy juice. Anyway, hyung was definitely born to receive our cocks.”

Doha’s words were true. To the point where withdrawal symptoms occurred if he didn’t receive Daddy’s and younger brother’s cocks in his rear pussy every day.

“Hng…. Do, give Doeon cock… in mouth, mouth pussy too… aa….”

Doeon opened his mouth wide to receive the thick cock. He was satisfied only when the rear pussy was thrust to the pussy depths and at the same time a cock was shoved deep into the mouth pussy, blocking his airway. Anything less than the pleasure of nearly suffocating wouldn’t satisfy him anymore.

One, two, three.

Doeon’s males counted to thrust into the mouth pussy and rear pussy simultaneously. The pleasure that would sweep away his entirety like fierce waves was about to crash in. May the days of prohibition never end forever. Doeon earnestly wished.