DFN | Chapter 1.7

“Where is our dairy cow’s thanks for having its milk squeezed?”

“Haahng… Thanks to my lord touching my udder… the dairy cow feels so good… I spurted out a lot of milk… Thank you, ngh…”

As if to say well done, the tip of a long tongue burrowed into the nipple. Shuaap. The area around the chest was sucked hard into his mouth and then released all at once. The tip of his chest, wet with saliva, was piercingly cool, but even that sensation was not unpleasant.

“My, my. It would be a waste to spill your milk. Go ahead and lick it up.”

Ethan crawled across the floor as if collapsing. And he stuck out his tongue and began to lap up the semen that had fallen on the floor. The sight of him, naked and violated, finally reduced to licking up the semen he himself had spilled, was utterly bizarre.

“Shuup… haah…”

But to Bellian, it was simply the scene of a black dairy cow sticking out a bright red tongue and lapping at the white marble floor.

“The virgin examination is over now. I’ll have you dressed again.”

Bellian placed something over Ethan’s head as he crawled on all fours across the floor. It was not the clothes Ethan had taken off a moment ago, but a leather harness of the kind put on animals when they are led.

Ethan accepted it meekly. The harness did not restrict his movements, but it cinched tightly around his neck and both sides of his chest. His wrists, ankles, and thighs too. Even his buttocks were bound with leather straps tightly enough that both cheeks bulged out plumply.

“And I’ll attach these to your nipples as well.”

The baron produced small iron balls, each about the size of a fingernail, and showed them to him. He selected two of the balls and clipped them to the front and back of the wet nipple. The balls then began trying to cling to each other, pressing Ethan’s nipple flat.

“Ahheung…”

A tingling pain ran through the stiffly erect nub. It was not quite as intense as when the baron touched or sucked it, but it was a considerable, numbing stimulation. The iron balls did not fall off; they stuck fast to the nipple and kept squeezing the nub continuously.

“These are lodestones. I had them specially processed to carry a powerful magnetic charge. If they keep squeezing, your nipples will stretch out lewdly too. I’m already pleased just thinking about the sight of you fondling your drooping, dangling nipples and begging for cock.”

Balls that stuck fast without any glue applied. Ethan, too fascinated to even hear the baron’s words, cupped his own chest and looked. Two iron balls, piercing through the nipple, gleamed prettily against his bronze chest. Nobles really are different. And clever on top of that.

His nipples did look noticeably longer than before. Ethan thought of the dairy cows in the fields. They had three or four nipples hanging from their swollen udders, each as long as a finger joint, if he recalled correctly.

He hoped his own nipples would grow that long soon. And with that happy daydream, that he would quickly become a splendid dairy cow and receive a large dowry, Ethan smiled contentedly, while beside him Bellian smiled with quiet satisfaction.

“Once the first night is over, everyone in the territory will get hard looking at your worn-out, rag-like udder. You’ll spread your hole wide, in heat and wanting to mate. You’ll take men inside you, fill yourself with semen, and spurt out milk.”

All of it is for our Nightrow, Bellian whispered softly, stroking Ethan’s head. It had all happened in less than a single day since Ethan had come to the baron’s manor.

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“my lord. In the end, a direct imperial edict has come down from the House of Leonhart.”

Mikhail placed a document adorned with gold trim on the desk in the study. Beside the seal stamped with a snarling lion, it was written that the margrave of Nightrow should promptly integrate the territory under Leonhart’s domain.

Bellian pushed up his reading glasses and read through the edict.

“We hope you will swiftly and honorably place your territory under the name of Leonhart, and should you defy this, military measures may be taken…”

“There is no time. If we delay any further, even the grand duke’s earlier guarantee of your safety, my lord, cannot be assured.”

Mikhail spoke with worry over the grave matter. But Bellian asked with a relaxed smile at the corner of his lips.

“You’re telling me to abandon Nightrow, surrender my title of baron, and become the grand duke’s dog?”

“I apologize. I did not mean it that way.”

“It’s quite entertaining, watching the grand duke so desperate to seize this tiny patch of land.”

Lofty composure that does not yield even when hardship descends. Was it not Bellian Nightrow of whom it was said, a born noble who never loses his dignity in any situation and handles everything with ease?

“It would be ideal to resist to the end, but our Nightrow does not have the strength to stand against the grand duke.”

“He has already sucked everything out of Nightrow. There can’t be anything left. All that remains is the land itself.”

Money. Supplies. People. All taken. Bellian laughed self-deprecatingly and threw the edict into the fireplace. The document caught in the flames and turned to ash in an instant.

“But Nightrow will be healthy again. For that, we must be careful that not a single head of livestock living here escapes.”

If the livestock are kept content enough, there will be no reason to run. Bellian rose from his seat and asked Mikhail.

“Where is our dear little spotty right now?”

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Ethan climbed the stairs leading to the baron’s study and looked out the window. The day had already grown completely dark. How many days had passed since he came to the baron’s manor? Perhaps because he did not have to work at the baron’s manor, he had no way of knowing how much time had gone by.

“Ethan, shouldn’t you greet me when you arrive?”

At Bellian’s voice, Ethan reflexively turned his head. Bellian was waiting for Ethan in the corridor in front of the study. He hurried toward him. The candlelight on the staircase flickered, revealing Ethan’s naked body, clad in nothing but the harness.

Beneath the light, his firm, muscular body and chest muscles looked even more powerful, and below them the nipples with the iron balls clipped on were visible, now swollen and protruding by about the length of one finger joint.

Yet Ethan, even having become such a body, seemed to feel no shame whatsoever, and walked quietly up to Bellian and bowed his head demurely.

“dairy cow Ethan, reporting for the evening pussy examination.”

“Good. Your nipples have grown very prettily. You’ll squeeze out milk very well.”

Ethan happily cupped his chest and pinched both nipples with his index fingers. The nipples, which swelled more temptingly every time they were touched, had by now become Ethan’s open source of pride.

“It is all thanks to my lord. Now, even just squeezing my milk makes it flow out in streams. If my lord were to squeeze it directly, I would probably go into heat and even start gaping my mating hole.”

When he pressed down on the iron balls between the thickened nubs, pre-cum reflexively beaded at the tip of his groin. He had masturbated so many times a day, touching his nipples under the pretense of extracting milk, that now his body would get hard the moment anything grazed his nipples.

“Please check how cleanly I’ve washed my pussy too. I was just scrubbing it until a moment ago.”

Ethan lay face down and raised his buttocks toward Bellian. Between his firm, tanned thighs, his reddened, puckered anus appeared. Hidden among the curled black pubic hair, it was different from the first day when it had been tightly shut; now it held moisture and was slightly open, repeatedly gathering and releasing its folds.

“I can now take it all the way to the tight hole when I scrub.”

“My, my. Whatever happened to the dairy cow who was boasting he’d make it a loose hole?”

When Bellian’s white hand stroked the folds, goosebumps rose strangely. His white index finger circled and caressed the folds, then moved as if it might or might not enter the hole. Ethan let out sweet moans from below and twisted his hips.

“Ahng… ngh… I’m sorry… No matter how much I scrubbed with the brush, it wouldn’t go in any further… haahng…”

The embarrassment of having failed the baron’s expectations came before the embarrassment of having someone examine his anus, and an excuse tumbled out.

“It’s because I’m a virgin, that’s why. Hnng…”

“With a hole this narrow, we can’t have the first night. I can’t have you getting hurt, so perhaps we should call it off?”

The entrance of the anus being touched by the baron was unbearably ticklish. Unlike when the prickly brush had been jabbed in, the touch of a soft finger made him crave it even more. When he wiggled his buttocks, the hole opened a little more and then closed, clamping down on the index finger so it wouldn’t slip out.

“Ngh, it’s fine! I can do the first night!”

Ethan clenched his buttocks and squeezed around the finger. The finger lodged in his anus wriggled, buried in the mucous membrane of the inner wall, and gave him small sparks of pleasure.

Having had his back hole examined by Bellian like this every day, three times a day, he was now completely unbothered by having a finger inserted into his anus. No, he actually enjoyed it and wanted it to go in deeper.

“Nnheh… Even if my pussy tears, it’s fine… please put yours inside me, my lord… Please let me offer my virginity to my lord…!”

“You’re saying it doesn’t matter if I tear your virginity roughly?”

At that question, Ethan instinctively clenched his buttocks and rocked them back and forth. The pleasure of the index finger sliding in and out of the entrance, scratching at it, was so good. If being violated by a finger felt this good, how good would it feel to have his virginity torn by a large cock?

“Yes…! My hole belongs to my lord anyway. So if my lord were to thrust his cock in deep, haangh, and tear my virginity, for this lowly one, haht, there would be no greater honor than that… haahng…!”

There was no reason to delay any further. His anus already existed for the purpose of mating with the baron.

“Very well. I will accept your passion for the first night.”

At Ethan’s “choice,” Bellian, as if rewarding him, pushed his middle finger in alongside the index finger. The hole made a squelching sound and greedily swallowed the second finger too, squirming around it.

“I had originally intended to educate you further, but you’ve been so obedient, and I’ve also become a little busy, so I’ll let you have the first night tonight.”

The moment permission was given to have the first night, Ethan answered happily and rocked his hips even more eagerly.