The Sleepwalker’s Mansion Chapter 9

“Are you sick somewhere?”

Instead of words, he just shook his head from side to side. It felt like if he said anything, he would make a mistake.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your cheeks are red too.”

“I’m, I’m okay….”

Doeon quickly shook his head once more, then turned his back and hurriedly climbed the stairs. Doha, who was watching him with a bewildered expression, simply shrugged his shoulders.

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“Haaa….”

As soon as he closed the door with a slam, he leaned his back against it and slid down to the floor. The pile of newspapers he was holding in his arms spilled onto the floor with a clatter.

Even as the fluttering newspapers covered the entire floor, he had no time to pay attention due to the sudden fever that had come over him. It was hot. It was suffocating. Breathing heavily through his mouth, he quickly undid the first button of his neatly fastened white shirt. Pop, pop.

“Haa, haa….”

He alternately used his right and left hands to wipe away the cold sweat beading on his forehead, but his forehead and the nape of his neck were quickly becoming drenched in it. Thinking it would be better to change into thinner clothes at this rate, he was about to take off his shirt.

“Hk…!”

Along with a pain as if a raked hand was clawing at his insides, slick gushed out from below with a surge. It was instantaneous. His beige cotton pants became soaked with a dark stain, just in the perineal area, as if he had wet himself. It was a disaster. His light-colored eyes shook uncontrollably.

Doeon narrowed the space between his eyebrows and lowered his pants. Sticky slick was trickling down his thighs. He squeezed his panicked eyes shut and then opened them. This was the first time he had experienced a heat cycle without having taken his suppressants.

Thanks to not taking his medicine on time, it felt as though his vision was turning white. I have to get a grip. Doeon wiped the slick from his thighs with a tissue and took out a new pair of pants and a t-shirt from the closet. He had to go see Doctor Kang. He had to meet Doctor Kang and get suppressants….

“Ugh…!”

A strange, sharp pain arose as if someone had snatched the inside of his perineum, and it felt as if the inside of his body was being pried open.

Doeon had no choice but to bury his head in the bed and collapse. From below, where he had just cleaned, thick slick began to pour out with gush after gush.

“Huaah….”

Along with the excruciating pain, he had wet his perineum again. More than the dismay of having ruined his pants, the fear that he couldn’t even stand up due to the strange, digging pain below and the ticklish itching sensation seized his whole body.

But he had to get up. There was an Alpha on the first floor. If Doha found out, it would only be a matter of time before it reached Dad’s ears.

He changed his clothes again and took out a hoodie, tying both sleeves around his waist. He opened the door without making a sound. The first floor was now quiet, with no TV sound. It seemed Doha had gone into the guest room.

He tiptoed down the stairs. Even though pain was tearing through his lower abdomen, he managed to get to the front door by biting the inside of his cheek with superhuman endurance until it bled.

Just a little. Just a little more.

“…!”

When he opened the front door and stepped out, Doeon was so dumbfounded that all he could do was roll his eyes.

Rumble, crash-!

It was as if the sky had cracked open. Rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning, poured out from beneath a huge cumulonimbus cloud, crashing mercilessly onto the earth. The wind was also blowing threateningly, as if it would uproot the garden trees.

If he moved even a single step in this weather, it seemed he would die in an accident, either by being struck by lightning or by being hit by something flying, before he could even get the suppressants.

What do I do, what do I do?

But there was no other way. If only he could get rid of this agony of constantly craving a phantom thirst from below.

I have to go.

It was when he squeezed his eyes shut and was about to throw himself into the storm.

“What are you doing!”

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed. When he opened his eyes, Doha, with his dark eyebrows raised sharply, was pulling his wrist at the front door. The moment Doha’s hand touched him, the burning fever seemed to boil even more intensely. Doeon twisted his body wildly.

“L-let go of this…!”

“Where are you trying to go in a typhoon?”

“It’s n-none of y-your, your business!”

Grabbing the arm of Doeon, who was struggling and twisting his body wildly, Doha pushed him forcefully inside the entrance and scrunched up his face. He barely managed to close the front door, which felt like it was about to be ripped off, and narrowed his brow as if he couldn’t understand.

“You told me not to leave the mansion.”

“Heup, let go, let me go, haa….”

But there was something strange about Doeon, who was huddled in a corner of the entrance, hugging himself and trembling. The way he tried to go outside like a mad person while the wind was blowing like crazy, and the way he was cowering and shivering like an injured bird.

“Are you sick somewhere? If you’re sick, tell me.”

Doha unknowingly reached out his hand towards the red cheek of Doeon, who was panting and gasping for breath.

“D-don’t touch m-my body…!”

At that, Doeon immediately became hostile and glared up at him. His dense eyelashes were wet, making their color even darker. And the faint lavender scent that he had been smelling since earlier now seeped thickly into his nasal passages as he stood in front of Doeon. He was different from the usual Doeon. A small question arose in his mind.

“G-get out of the way…!”

Suddenly, Doeon pushed him aside and ran into the living room. Doha chased after him as he ran furiously. Doha grabbed the arm of Doeon, who was trying to go up the stairs, and stopped him.

“Hyung!”

“Heup, I said let, let go…!”

Doeon, who was yanking his hand away, suddenly let out a groan and collapsed. Then, like prey hit by an arrow, he curled up and trembled.

“Are you okay?”

“D-don’t touch me…!”

“What’s wrong?”

“L-leave me alone… p-please… I’m begging you….”

Doha grabbed Doeon’s shoulder and was about to help him up when he couldn’t help but widen his eyes upon seeing that his lower half was soaked in black. To be precise, only the perineal area was wet.

The question in his head gradually took on a more concrete shape. Above all, from the point that he was starting to feel interested for the first time in his hyung, whose pale face had always seemed so uninteresting.

Ah, so that’s what it was. Doha let out a short, hollow laugh.

“Hyung, you were an Omega?”

“…!”

His gray eyes sparkled as if they had found prey. Doeon, who was cowering like a small animal, lifted his head and quickly shook it.

“No, I’m not!”

His body was affirming that he was an Omega in every way, so the only thing he could deny with was his words. Doha shook his head with a look of disbelief.

“I can just check.”

A broad hand came in and untied the hoodie wrapped around his stomach. Startled, Doeon fumbled at his now-bare stomach.

“Don’t, don’t do it! Don’t touch me!”

“Just a moment.”

After lightly brushing away the hand that tried to stop him, Doha placed a hand on Doeon’s stomach and gently released his Alpha pheromones. It was an extremely small amount, but Doeon flailed his limbs about like a squid being grilled on a hot plate.

“S-stop, stop…!”

Although it was a small amount, Doeon’s body, which was directly exposed to Alpha pheromones for the first time, had his nipples harden and his penis stand erect.

“Heup, heuuu, huaah…!”

His sharp gaze was fixed on the silhouette of Doeon’s nipples, which were standing erect through his t-shirt. Doeon wrapped his arms around his body and curled up.

“Heup, d-don’t look…!”

“Seeing you react to my pheromones, you must be an Omega.”

It was humiliating. Even if they were an Alpha and an Omega, to think he would react to his younger brother’s pheromones. Doeon gritted his teeth. Doha was smiling, his jet-black eyebrows curved into an arc. You son of a bitch. Is this funny to you?

The strange thing was that even with a tiny amount of pheromones, the pain that felt like his insides were being torn in two was gradually subsiding. And by the time he realized he was wishing for him to release the pheromones a little more, one more time, he could only think that he himself had gone crazy.

“Judging by the faintness of your pheromones, you must be a recessive.”

“…….”

His subtle gray eyes shining, he stood up. As his tall body rose, a long shadow was cast over Doeon. He murmured in an eerie voice.

“I feel sorry for you, hyung.”

“…?”

“Dad despises recessive Omegas. He doesn’t even treat them as human. You could even say it’s a family trait.”

A family trait….

‘If you say you’re a recessive Omega, it’s a family that would call you a disgrace to the family, come to the mansion, and have no qualms about burying you and me somewhere!’

The words his mother had said came back to him like an auditory hallucination. A disgrace to the family. His mother’s words were true. He was an object of disgust. A recessive Omega who wasn’t even treated as human.

“If you say you’re a recessive Omega, you won’t be sent to study abroad, but sold off as a concubine to some old, pot-bellied mister. That’s Seo Taeoh’s way.”

Doha was speaking of such gruesome things as if they were amusing jokes. To hear that the only place he had any use was as a concubine to be sold off, Doeon felt a chill run down his spine. And if his chronic illness were to be discovered on top of that. What would happen then?

If he leaves just like this. If he goes and tells Dad.

He was afraid. Doeon abruptly clung to his feet.

“Doha, p-please, d-don’t tell D-Dad!”

To Doeon, who was suffering from a fever and whose vision was trembling, the tall-standing Doha looked like a god. He bent his knees and lifted Doeon’s delicate chin with his hand. Tears flowed from his heavily crumpled eyes.

“Haa, wh-what sh-should I d-do…?”

Doha smiled, his gray eyes lazily stretching wide.

“Didn’t you hear what Dad said? He told us to get close.”

Blinking his light-colored eyes, Doeon nodded his head.

“Heup, y-you did….”

He answered in a subdued voice, sitting awkwardly on the stairs leading to the second floor, looking up at Doha. Doha stretched out his long arm and brushed his soft cheek with the back of his hand. It was a little raw from the tears, but the texture was very soft.

“Now I’m starting to feel like getting to know you, hyung.”

“U-huh?”

When he looked up at Doha with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, Doha crinkled his eyes mischievously and released pheromones that were strong to the point of being blatant. A thick woody scent spread around them. Doeon’s mind grew hazy from the sharp pheromones.

“Huk…!”

At the same time, slick began to pour out from below with gush after gush to an unsightly degree. A sensation as if a swarm of ants had been released around his perineum, making it tingle, and as if the inside of his lower abdomen was being ripped to shreds, arose.

“S-stop…!”

He tried to crawl up the stairs, supporting himself with both arms, but slid back down because of a hand that pulled at his waist from behind. Doha’s hand went to the front of his stomach and swiftly pulled down his zipper.