DFN | Chapter 1.4

“Put your hand in and spread open your mating hole. I need to check whether you are a virgin as you say, or whether you’ve become a loose hole from swallowing one cock after another.”

Where is the mating hole? Actually, did I even have something called a mating hole? Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d turned into an idiot ever since he’d arrived at the manor.

“I see. Commoners may not know specialized terms like mating hole. Ethan, mating hole refers to the pussy.”

The ruler slid into the hollow anal opening that split below his buttocks. The tightly shut anus clung to the side of the ruler like a suction cup.

“Here, this is your pussy.”

“Ahh…!”

Bellian used the ruler’s elasticity to shake it back and forth, tapping lightly against the closed anus. At the strange sensation of the ruler’s surface touching and then pulling away from the rounded folds, Ethan kept flinching.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know this hole of yours was your pussy?”

“Ugh… that’s not… what that is… my lord, just a moment…! Ah!”

Calling the anus a pussy? The flesh of that private place, which had never once been violated, twitched this way and that wherever the ruler pressed. It even tried to poke into the stiff opening inside.

“Ugh…”

“Seeing how well it’s shut, it seems you haven’t been working your backside like a whore.”

At the stimulation of his perineum, which sent a chill running down his spine, Ethan’s buttocks clenched tight and his lips fell open.

Ethan knew that place was neither a mating hole nor a pussy. But strangely, he couldn’t deny the fact that every time it was touched, he was twisting his body and leaking moans like a woman whose genitals had been touched.

“It’s a small hole for your build. It’ll grip a cock well. That way it can take in semen without spilling a single drop.”

“Hah… that’s not a pussy… it’s not… haah…”

He tried to voice his opinion, however weakly, but the more Bellian touched the anal opening, the more a ticklish sensation bloomed there, and only moans came out of his mouth.

“Hmm? If this isn’t your pussy, then where were you planning to receive semen on the first night?”

“Ahng…”

The strange, unsettling sensation of being touched somewhere that shouldn’t be touched. Ethan was already so caught up in that sensation that all he could do was rub his cheek against the floor and roll his hips.

“For the first night, you’ll need to receive my, Bellian Nightrow’s, semen through this pussy to be able to produce good-quality milk. That is your duty of the first night. Answer me, is that right?”

Along with the word duty, the sweet fragrance drifting through the air grew even thicker. But it no longer felt harsh.

No, rather, Ethan breathed in even more deeply, feeling as though his mind would snap if that scent were gone.

“Haah… duty of the first night…”

The more the fragrance filled his lungs, the clearer Ethan’s purpose became, and his head was no longer spinning. The sensation of Bellian touching his anus felt less strange and more like something that was simply right.

“Yes, that’s correct… the place you are touching, my lord… is my pussy. It is indeed the place that will receive my lord’s semen on the first night.”

Because it was his mating hole, the pussy that would receive semen. And the owner of that semen was Bellian Nightrow, the master of his first night, so it was only natural that he would have his pussy inspected and touched by him. He no longer held any doubts about Bellian whatsoever.

“dairy cow Ethan must receive semen, and… produce good-quality milk…”

“Then you should spread your pussy open and show me, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes. Please inspect my virginity at your ease.”

Slowly, but without any resistance at all, Ethan reached both hands behind himself and gripped his buttocks. Then he spread them apart with all his strength, exposing his rear hole nakedly.

Between his hands, amid the firm flesh that spilled out, a tiny knot-like hole peeked through. Countless folds were packed tightly around it, as if guarding that opening.

“It looks like a clean mating hole that no one has ever used, Ethan?”

The posture of submission, straining to flip his backside open and show every hidden part of himself. Bellian swept the ruler over it as if in admiration. The tip of the ruler dug into the anal folds and tickled them.

“…Ugh, yes. I am a virgin who has never been violated by anyone. I really hope you’ll believe me. Hmm, it is a clean dairy cow pussy ready to receive my lord’s semen, ahng… you need not worry, hmm…!”

Flinch! Ethan, who had been trying to prove his virginity, let out a sharp cry and twisted his hips. At the same time, Ethan’s cock, which had begun to stand stiffly beneath his buttocks, came into view.

“My, my. I only touched the mating hole a little and our dairy cow is already in heat, trying to wave its cock around.”

“I’m, I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it…!”

At Ethan’s embarrassed apology, Bellian gently stroked his buttocks.

“You want to spray milk even though I haven’t milked you yet?”

“Because my lord keeps touching my pussy… I got hard without meaning to. Hmm.”

“The fact that you’re in heat means you’re ready to start a family, so this is actually a joyful thing. Or it means you’re a whore who lewdly gets a hard cock just because someone touched your pussy hole a little.”

“Hah, I am not a lewd whore. It must be as my lord says… I got hard because I’m in heat.”

Embarrassed at having gotten hard from having his backside touched, Ethan instantly claimed the role of a dairy cow in heat.

“Then does that mean when you’re in heat, you’ll get aroused by anyone and wave your cock around?”

“N, no! I am a dairy cow that only gets in heat from my lord’s hands. I won’t get hard for anyone but my lord…!”

At Ethan’s flustered, hasty denial, Bellian let out a short laugh as if it were all a joke.

“Ethan, you really are a cute dairy cow.”

At that very human laugh, the first impression he’d had of the man, like a viper, melted away. Perhaps because of that, Ethan became even more actively cooperative with the physical examination that followed, carrying out whatever the baron instructed without hesitation.

Bellian told him to grip his erect cock and shake it, and also told him to lie on his back like a dog with his belly exposed and spread his backside wide open.

Each time, Ethan assumed the embarrassing positions and endured the baron’s ruler probing and tapping various parts of his body. And he did so while feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he was a virgin who had never been violated by a man.

“Now, the next examination is a stage that many livestock have found difficult, but I trust you’ll manage it well.”

Ethan lay on the floor, knees drawn up and hugged to his chest, and nodded. Between his knees, his slightly swollen cock and pubic hair were plainly visible. It was a posture of complete submission, without even the will to cover this shameful sight.

Bellian produced a large, elongated brush from somewhere. The smooth handle, carved from solid wood into a streamlined shape, had markings and text inscribed on it, and at the end were stiff bristles packed densely together. On the outside it looked like an ordinary bathing brush.

However, unlike a regular brush, the head was shaped like a triangle, narrow and pointed at the tip. It grew thicker toward the bottom, and the thickest part was as thick as an adult’s wrist.

“This is your vaginal brush. First, I will use it to measure the depth of your hole. After that, it will be used to clean your hole.”

At those words, Ethan instinctively understood how the object was to be used. He simply had to push it into his rear hole. Moving the brush up and down, like sweeping a chimney, just as the name vaginal brush suggested.

“Put it into your hole yourself and measure the depth. I won’t force you, so insert it as far as feels comfortable.”

Could something like that even fit inside his hole? He was suddenly frightened, but since the baron wasn’t putting it in for him and he was doing it himself, it seemed like he’d be able to control the pace.

The large brush was placed in his hands. Whether it had been coated in scented oil or not, the stiff bristles gleamed with a slick sheen. If it’s this slippery, maybe it’ll go in fine.

Ethan swallowed a dry mouthful of saliva and slowly pushed it down between his legs.

“Then, I’ll put it in… ugh.”

But sure enough, the moment the rough bristles made contact, the hole shrank and clamped shut.

“If you relax and slowly twist it in, it’ll be easier.”

A hand in a white glove stroked Ethan’s lower belly as if in encouragement. At that teasing touch, Ethan pressed his back flat against the floor and clenched his pelvis.

“Yes. I’ll try.”

He gradually released the tension in his buttocks, held the brush handle, aligned the tip with the opening, and slowly twisted it. He could feel the oiled brush head wedging itself little by little into the narrow opening.

“Mmm… I’m putting it in my pussy right now… just the tip has gone in a little… haah…”

The short, rough bristles scraped past the stiff anal folds as they passed through. A sensation stranger than when the ruler had struck the entrance swept up Ethan’s spine.

A stimulus that tickled the mucous membrane while also seeming to scratch it in a satisfying way, or rather, something that could now be called pleasure, was felt each time he pushed the brush in a little more.

“Ah… haah…”

“Clench and unclench your hole, opening it wider and wider. That’s it.”

Ethan instinctively tightened and released his lower belly, as if he were relieving himself. His anus then fluttered, moving slightly back and forth. Taking advantage of that gap to push the brush in further, the area around the hole tingled and goosebumps rose.

“Ah…! It’s, it’s going in…”

At the cool, hollow feeling of his lower belly sinking inward, the tightly shut hole opened. In that gap, the brush head slid in smoothly, intruding.

“Huh!”

Reflexively clenching the hole at the foreign fullness in his backside, the inner walls contracted and wrapped around the brush head without a gap.

“My pussy hole… it stings… haah…!”

His inner walls contracted with every breath he drew in. Each time, the pointed bristles of the brush head became sharply distinct, as if tearing through flesh, and Ethan let out a high moan without realizing it.

“Ang, ahh…!”

It was the first time in his life he had realized that he could feel any kind of stimulation there.

It was clearly different from relieving himself. Stronger than a tickle, but too addictive to call pain, something he wanted to keep feeling.

Even as he thought he should pull this stinging brush out of his backside right now, he couldn’t stop the simultaneous thought that he wanted to scratch out that tingling sensation with an even stronger stimulus.