DFN | Chapter 2.4

“Ah, aang, yehe, I will show everyone that I am Master’s……! I’ll spread my pussy for everyone, haang, and boast that I received Master’s seed……!”

Hah. Ah. Short, clipped sighs continued long, one after another. The raw, obscene sound of flesh slapping fiercely against flesh rang out, and then the inner walls convulsed greatly and clenched tightly around Bellian.

“Haat, spread your pussy wide and don’t spill any!”

Smack! A white palm struck the chest with all its strength. Along with the searing pain in his chest, a sensation like a hot mass bursting from deep inside washed over him.

Soon after, feeling a large amount of semen pouring deep into his abdomen, Ethan trembled violently with his eyes rolled back.

“Ngh…… Kgh……!”

Bellian enjoyed the lingering sensation for a moment inside the hot flesh walls, then slowly withdrew his cock as if nothing had happened. The shaft, its surface covered in white viscous fluid, slid out in a grotesque manner.

“Huu…… You really chew the cud well with your hole.”

Having let out one satisfied breath, he looked down at Ethan, who was still convulsing, his emerald eyes gleaming.

“Master, the seed is…… in my belly…… full…… ngh……”

From the throat of Ethan, who lay limp with his belly exposed, only a gurgling sound flowed out. If not for the white semen that gushed out in waves from his gaping, reddened anal opening each time he exhaled, one might have thought he had completely lost consciousness.

“You should close your hole properly. The seed I took the trouble to put in is flowing out.”

Bellian plugged the hole with his glans, slippery with semen, then pulled it out. The hole, which had been stretched by the intense intercourse just now, accepted the cock going in and out without any resistance. White fluid seeped out with a squelching sound through the gap between the hole and the cock, but Ethan only murmured unintelligible moans and twitched along with Bellian’s movements.

“Hee…… I am, Master’s dairy cow…… A spotted dairy cow, who squeezes milk, and spreads his pussy……”

Ethan’s cock, which had ejaculated many times over, was already hanging limp and spent, but from its tip, semen still flowed without stopping, mixing with what Bellian had poured out and soaking the sheets thoroughly.

“Can you not feel that the milk has gotten distinctly richer in flavor.”

Bellian wiped up those bodily fluids with his finger and rubbed them on Ethan’s lips and tongue. Ethan licked that finger eagerly and nodded his head.

“Slurp…… Haa…… It’s deli, cious……”

Bellian teased the inside of his mouth with his finger as if tickling it. Then he flicked the nipples, which had turned a deep crimson from lack of blood flow, and asked.

“Then we’ll need to squeeze more milk, won’t we?”

Ethan looked up at him with fever-bright eyes and curled the corners of his mouth into a smile. With semen-mixed, whitish saliva smeared at the corner of his mouth, he answered brightly.

“Yes, Master…… I am ready to be milked, at any time…… So please, into this lowly livestock’s pussy hole…… pour your noble seed again, plenty of it……”

The moment the answer left his lips, the large cock once again pierced deep into the anal opening.

“To think you dared to consider leaving Nightrow, carrying these big udders.”

“I was, wrong, ahng……! These udders belong to Master alone. Ahng, aang……! I won’t go, anywhere…… For the rest of my life, I want to, offer my tits to Master……! Haang! The dairy cow’s pussy, feels so goo-ood……!”

And so Ethan had to spend the whole night having his nipples tormented and his hole poked, swearing loyalty to his master.

𖧷 • 𖧷 • 𖧷

Ethan opened his eyes and woke from sleep in the sunlight that had filled the room. He lay alone in the neatly made bed, wearing a silk gown with a spotted dairy cow pattern.

With a mind not yet fully awake, he looked around and could dimly realize that this was the baron’s bedroom. He slowly got up from the bed, and while the severe muscle aches meant he couldn’t move his body freely, his body itself felt light, refreshed without any stiffness.

Knock, knock.

Soon the door opened, and the one who entered was Mikhail, Nightrow’s only knight, with his long silver hair tied up in a ponytail. He set down washing water and breakfast beside Ethan and asked.

“Last night, Lord Bellian exercised his right of first night over you. Do you remember what happened here?”

“It’s not like I’m some white-haired old man who’d forget what happened. Of course I……”

Ethan, who had been grumbling, stopped mid-answer and stared blankly into the air for a moment. Then, as if coming back to his senses, he answered properly.

“I spent the first night receiving hygiene education.”

“Certainly, you look cleaner than you did on the day you first came to the baron’s manor. The baron must have put in quite a lot of effort.”

Mikhail took a heavy pouch from his pocket. From the faint jingling sound it made, it seemed to contain money.

“Since I’ve confirmed that the right of first night has been carried out, I’ll give you the marriage support fund. The baron said to put in plenty, so check it.”

“Huh?! You’re giving this much just for receiving some education?! Thank you! Where has the baron gone? I should thank him in person!”

“He has many matters to attend to and already left at dawn. He asked me to tell you in his stead that a man like you will do well even after leaving Nightrow.”

“Ah…… Is that so.”

Ethan fidgeted with the money pouch with a somehow listless air, letting his disappointment show. Through the gaps in the gown he was wearing, dark reddish bruises that told of the previous night’s intensity were plainly visible, but Ethan was not aware of any of them.

Without even questioning his own nipples, which had grown twice as long as before and faded to a grotesque color, he put on the clean trousers and top that Bellian had reportedly prepared for him and stood before the front gate of the baron’s manor.

Outside the gate, where the scent of red flowers had grown considerably fainter, he stood blankly for a long while before finally moving his feet. A few days later, he quietly left Nightrow.

𖧷 • 𖧷 • 𖧷

A white horse fitted with a knight’s saddle came to a stop in front of a modest country house. When the horse’s neigh sent the chickens in the yard into a noisy fuss, a young woman holding a baby came out and called cheerfully.

“Honey, come out! Sir Mikhail is here! Please, come on in!”

“It’s been a while, Marie. The child looks healthy too. Is your husband treating you well?”

Mikhail, having dismounted from the horse, exchanged pleasantries with the woman. The woman smiled brightly and said that he was. She then went on at great length, praising the baron to the skies, saying that thanks to the baron, the men of Nightrow had a reputation throughout the area for being clean and attentive husbands.

“Sir Mikhail is here? What brings you by?”

Just then, Lloyd, the head of the household, who had been chopping firewood behind the house, came out into the yard with an axe in hand. It was just as Mikhail was telling him the reason for his visit.

“Lloyd. The baron has ordered you to help with the levee repair work in preparation for the rainy season for a few days, so if you could cooperate, I, hm? Isn’t that Ethan over there with you? I heard he’d left for the capital?”

Surprisingly, when Mikhail spotted Ethan, whom he had thought had left for the capital, walking over together with Lloyd, he tilted his head in puzzlement. At that, Ethan grinned and answered energetically.

“I decided there really is no place like home, so I persuaded my wife and came back together! I was actually just about to go over and greet you today with my wife, so this works out well.”

Beside him, Lloyd gave Ethan a hearty slap on the shoulder.

“He made such a fuss about leaving Nightrow, and in the end he came back and has been pestering me about building a ranch.”

“My wife worked at a bakery…… I thought that if we raised cows and milked them, we could make all sorts of things.”

Ethan smiled shyly, as if a little embarrassed.

“Ah, right. You said you wanted us to help with the levee repair work? If it’s the baron’s orders, we have to do whatever he says. Right, Ethan?”

“Yeah. If it’s the baron’s orders……”

For a moment, Ethan’s dark eyes lit up as if expecting something. Then, licking his lips softly, he straightened his chest. Because his sweat-soaked top clung to his body, the outline of his large, stiffly raised nipples showed clearly through the fabric.

“We have to do whatever he says. For Nightrow.”

Footnotes

1. right of the first night – 초야권(translation: right of the first night) — Refers to the historical (and often legendary) droit du seigneur, the supposed feudal lord’s right to spend the first night with a newly married subject. Here used as a narrative device within the story’s fictional setting.

2. praised to the skies / praised until her mouth ran dry – 입에 침이 마를 정도로 칭송했다(translation: praised to the skies / praised until her mouth ran dry) — A Korean set phrase meaning to praise someone so effusively and at such length that one’s mouth dries out from talking; equivalent to “singing someone’s praises endlessly.”

3. there is no place like home – 고향만 한 곳이 없는 것 같아(translation: there is no place like home) — A common Korean expression meaning one’s hometown is the best place, equivalent to the English proverb “there’s no place like home.”

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