The Brand in Her Ass
A dark dungeon cell...
It was a plan that should never have been attempted from the start. I had been too hasty, too ignorant...
Shhk... shhk...
Each time the small blade passed between Mom's thighs, her pubic hair fell lifelessly to the floor.
The cold stone floor was already covered with the hair shaved from every part of her body except her head.
And so, as Mom's once-lush mound grew smoother and smoother, the hour I had prayed would never come finally arrived...
Several hours earlier
The city of Nibel bustled with people every single day of the year. I had left my hometown to come here and earn a living.
My current occupation was "Rune Maker." It sounded grand, but the reality was nothing of the sort.
I wasn't some high-ranking mage or scholar who wielded or researched magic — I simply drew runes repetitively, like a factory worker on an assembly line.
As a child I had been a fairly promising mage-in-training, but my mana capacity was so pathetically small that I had no choice but to give up on that dream.
Honestly, I'd wanted to become a mage or scholar and live in comfort, but what could I do? The wall of talent was high, and my talent was lacking.
Even if I couldn't become a mage or a scholar, I still had a dream: to bring my family to Nibel.
Truthfully, the environment of my hometown, Tinel, was so harsh that it was barely fit for human life. Magic beasts and dangers were everywhere.
Its location deep in the forest made trade and relations with any other city nearly impossible, and with magic beasts swarming the woods, people vanishing was hardly a rare occurrence.
Blocked by that wall of talent, I had always clung to the dream of reaching a better city, even if I couldn't be a mage or scholar.
Time passed. Five years went by since I earned my Rune Maker's license, and at last — not through entirely legal means, but still — I had gained enough wealth to obtain Nibel citizenship for my family.
Every procedure was already complete. In just a few hours, I would see my beloved mother and uncle again.
Normally, someone not born in Nibel could never obtain its citizenship. So the method I had chosen was to borrow the identity of a deceased person who had held Nibel citizenship.
It was a little-known method with real risk attached, but as long as we got past the gate guards, it was worth attempting — inside Nibel, a citizen's identity was almost never thoroughly verified.
Of course, acquiring a dead man's identity was beyond me, so I had bought it from the sort of men who did dirty work in the back alleys.
In Nibel, identity was verified through the sigil inscribed on a person's body.
Normally, that sigil was engraved using an individual's own mana combined with the mana of mana stones mined from Nibel's mines.
In other words, with nothing but mana stone mana, one could be recognized as a citizen of Nibel. But naturally, mana stones weren't so easily obtained.
Stealing a mana stone or using one for personal gain could carry a sentence of up to death, and as an ordinary citizen, I could never even learn where they were kept.
So the final option was to have Mom and Uncle — who possessed only the tiniest slivers of innate mana — borrow another person's mana to have the sigil engraved.
If a gate guard scrutinized and cross-checked identities in detail, it would be a serious problem, but since citizens were never examined that closely, I assumed we would pass without difficulty.
Heart swelling with anticipation, I now stood at the entrance of Nibel's main gate, waiting for Mom and Uncle to arrive.
"They should be showing up any time now..."
The appointed hour drew closer and closer, but there was no sign of Mom or Uncle.
Then the appointed time passed, and after a short while more...
I witnessed something unbelievable.
A woman caught my eye — blindfolded, both hands bound with rope, being dragged along by soldiers.
It was only a fleeting glimpse, but I knew in an instant. The woman being hauled away by those soldiers was my mother.
I ran to her without a moment's hesitation.
"S-Sir soldier!!! One moment, please!!!"
Gasping for breath, I threw myself in front of the soldier dragging Mom away.
"Hah... hahh... Sir soldier! That woman is my mother... please, explain why my mother is bound like this...!"
The soldier stared at me for a moment, then his face shifted into an expression of sudden understanding, as if something had finally clicked.
"This woman is your mother?"
"Yes, that's right..."
"Hmmmm. Is she truly your mother?"
"Yes!!"
At the sound of my voice, Mom's body began to tremble faintly, as if seized by sudden terror.
"I have verified this woman's identity. The records show she was sentenced to the Ass-Milking Hero punishment three years ago for the crime of fornication with a noble's son."
"W-What?"
"I'll ask again. Is she truly your parent?"
Something had gone wrong — horribly, catastrophically wrong.
The temporary identity I had given my mother belonged to a criminal. And not just any criminal — one sentenced to the Ass-Milking Hero punishment...
"I-Is that true, sir soldier...?"
"Why? Are you trying to tell me it's a forged identity?"
"No... I, um..."
If I told the truth here, Mom would never be allowed back into Nibel.
But the Ass-Milking Hero punishment was, in effect, nothing more than being made into a public sex slave.
"Choose wisely. The laws have been strengthened — anyone caught deceiving the state about their identity to reside here can be sentenced to death."
"Death...? That's absurd. How could you possibly..."
"Judging by your face, you don't believe me. Would you like me to verify whether it's a lie or the truth?"
"No... that's..."
Unfortunately, it was a perfect checkmate. I couldn't believe they would sentence someone to death over a forged identity — but I couldn't gamble with my mother's life.
Even if she had to endure this shameful punishment, I told myself that as long as Mom was alive, there would surely be a way to fix things.
Mom made no sound at all while I spoke with the soldier. If she opened her mouth and said something she shouldn't, it could only make things worse.
"Choose. Now."
The soldier's expression said he already knew everything.
And yet he was offering me a choice — a small mercy, a chance to let Mom live.
But to me, that mercy sounded like an order: choose whether your mother becomes a whore, or dies.
"She is my mother... and she is not the one who forged her identity..."
"Then your mother is a sonless... no — a depraved criminal who, despite having a son, lured a noble with her lewd body and spread her legs to receive his seed. Is that the story, then?"
"Ghh..."
It was humiliating, but I had no choice but to swallow it. If I misspoke here, Mom would be the one to suffer...
"Rian... Mom's okay... I'm sorry..."
Tears welled up in my eyes. Through my idiotic mistake, I had pinned a terrible false charge on my mother — and even now, she had opened her mouth not to clear her own name, but to comfort me.
The soldier gave me a look of contempt, then led Mom away and vanished before my eyes — they had to transfer her to the dungeon to carry out the sentence.
Once Mom and the soldier were gone, I headed toward the main gate to search for my uncle, who had yet to appear.
Carrying the wish that at least Uncle would make it in safely, and the hope that he would be unharmed...
But the result was brutal. Uncle had been executed right in front of the gate, without ever setting foot on Nibel's soil.
A sharp blade had pierced his heart with perfect accuracy, and his body had already gone cold.
And the reason for the execution was...
Citizenship forgery...
It was devastating. Through my ignorance and stupidity, Mom had been sentenced to a shameful punishment, and Uncle had been executed.
All I had ever wanted was to live in a better place, together with my family...
A massive whirlpool of emotion churned inside me, sorrow and rage rising to the crown of my head — but if I lost my reason here and did something even stupider, Mom would end up alone, condemned to a life of offering her holes to anyone and everyone.
I forced my emotions down and headed home. The Ass-Milking Hero punishment involved engraving a lust crest onto the body, enabling it to endure the process of converting the semen that entered it into mana.
The liquid from which the most mana could be extracted from a human body was, of course, a man's semen.
It wasn't that spells or runes for extracting mana from semen didn't exist — but they required the skill and expertise of a scholar or higher, making them far too inefficient.
And so the Ass-Milking Hero was born. Many women joined under the glorious title of "Hero," but the reality didn't suit the name at all.
They were nothing more than living ritual vessels for extracting the mana from semen. That was the entire scope of their role.
Even the royal court, whether or not it truly understood this, used that absurd honor to semi-forcibly recruit Ass-Milking Heroes — until mounting public opposition finally transformed it into a punishment handed down to lewd female criminals.
The problem was that once the lust crest was engraved, the bearer required regular supplies of semen.
Deprived of it, she would be driven mad with lust and end up a pleasure-addicted wreck — or in many documented cases, dead.
In short: no matter what, I had to stop that crest from being engraved into Mom's body.
But back home, as the night deepened, I couldn't come up with any certain method or plan, and in the end I greeted the morning sunlight without having slept at all...
"Rune Maker. Today we will brand your mother. Come with us to receive the transfer."
When I opened the door at the sound of knocking, two soldiers stood there. Come with them to receive the transfer...
"..."
"If you do not come out, the transfer will be given to someone else. Prepare yourself quickly."
There was no way out. Here in Nibel, I was just an ordinary Rune Maker — I held no power, no talent worth anything.
"Let's go..."
With my eyes hollow and dark from sleeplessness, I followed the soldiers on leaden legs until we reached the dungeon where Mom was being held.
The damp, dark dungeon held numerous criminals in its cells, and as we went deeper and deeper, I arrived at the room where Mom was imprisoned.
The iron bars were already open. The room was larger than I'd expected; I turned past a brick corner at the far end, and there she was.
Mom had always been my greatest source of strength. When I gave up on being a mage for my meager mana, when I gave up on being a scholar for my lack of aptitude — Mom never gave up on me.
She was always on my side. Mom, who was praised for her beauty, Mom whose kind heart had always lifted me up...
She occupied that large a place in my life, and so I had always wanted to do right by her, always...
But it seemed it was already too late.
I had believed I would live together with Mom in the great city of Nibel — and now I had to face her, meeting me in Nibel in the most shameful state imaginable.
Mom was all but naked. She wore nothing above — her breasts fully bared, her nipples plainly visible — and only a flimsy, utterly indecent strip of cloth between her thighs. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she looked every inch a sex slave.
"Mom... I'm sorry... it's my fault..."
"Rian... Mom's okay, so don't worry too much..."
I wanted, even now, to shove the soldiers aside and flee this hellish place with her — but I couldn't.
There was no way I could beat the soldiers, and if I got caught in this situation, I'd be executed just like Uncle...
"Now that the one receiving the transfer is here, we'll begin. Go fetch the brand."
"Yes, sir."
Of the two soldiers who had brought me to the dungeon, the one who appeared to be of higher rank gave the order, drawing a small blade from a leather pouch.
Maybe this was my last chance. The last chance to run away with Mom before the brand was applied...
When one soldier stepped away, only the Senior Guard, Mom, and I remained in the cell.
As the soldier with the small blade approached Mom, my clenched fist trembled violently — he looked ready to do anything at any moment.
"Son..."
With those short words, Mom sent me a look that said: do nothing.
And so, in what might have been my final chance, I did nothing — and before I knew it, the soldier stood behind Mom, blowing on the blade to clear away the dust.
"You seem ready. We'll begin."
With those words, the soldier knelt down and lifted the cloth covering Mom's thighs.
"Hnngh?! Wait..! That place...!"
At the suddenness of it, Mom let out a strange, breathy moan, but the soldier, unbothered, silently went about his task.
"Hold still. The hair must be removed to ensure proper engraving of the lust crest."
"Hnngh..."
Tears gathered at the corners of Mom's eyes.
It must have been unbearable — this shameful situation, having her legs spread and shaved by another man right in front of her own son...
Rage wrapped around my whole body; I wanted to kill the soldier on the spot. But in another corner of my heart, an unfamiliar feeling toward Mom was beginning to grow.
Perhaps because of that new feeling, I stood before Mom yet couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes. My gaze fell toward her underside as I imagined the sight the soldier was taking in.
Two holes nestled between the plump flesh of her ass — her anus quivering each time the blade shaved away the hair, and her pussy growing physiologically wet from the shame of it all.
The fact that it was that soldier, not me — her own son — who was witnessing Mom like this made my feelings all the more impossible to name.
Before I knew it, the floor where Mom stood was piled high with her shaved pubic hair and anal hair, and an unfamiliar liquid was trickling down her thighs.
Just as the shaving was nearing its end, the soldier who had left earlier returned.
"I have brought the lust crest."
In the hand of the soldier who had just entered was a small red bead.
"It's about done. Put it in."
"Yes, sir."
The soldier holding the crest then moved behind Mom as well — and unlike the expressionless Senior Guard, the sight of Mom's fully exposed ass drew a lecherous grin across his face, like a hyena spotting its prey.
"Then I shall insert it now."
"..."
The freshly-shaving soldier nodded, and the one holding the crest immediately seized Mom's ass in his hands.
"Name: Arnel. You have been convicted of fornication with a noble's son and reclassified as an Ass-Milking Hero. You are not protected from any act, save murder and violence. If you understand, the sentence will now be carried out."
"..."
Mom showed no reaction, her face that of someone accepting reality. The soldier's hand holding the crest drew closer and closer to her ass.
"From now on you are an Ass-Milking Hero, so I won't stand on ceremony. Normally the pussy is the proper place for insertion, but... heh. This time, fitting your name, we'll use your depraved little hole instead."
"Wait..?! What did you just say?!!"
The leering soldier — it seemed he truly wanted to watch Mom break — began forcing the crest into her anus.
"Nnghh♡?! W-Wait..! Hnnghh♡?! That's not... that kind of hole..!! Haanghh♡!!!"
The crest, small as a glass bead, was already buried deep in Mom's asshole, but the soldier showed no intention of withdrawing his finger. Instead, he began sliding it in and out, toying with her hole.
"Sir soldier..!! Please..! Haah♡!!! N-No..!!.. Haaangh♡!!!"
Squelch... squelch... schlick... schlick...
Along with the lewd, wet sounds of her asshole being stirred, Mom's depraved moans — moans I had never once heard from her — filled the dungeon cell.
"You depraved bitch!! Khh... does it feel that good, having your shithole stirred up?!"
"Please..! Haangh?!.. S-Stop!!!.. Haaangh?!!"
Squelch... squelch... pop!.. frrp... fsssh... fssh... brrp...
The soldier's hand stopped at Mom's anus — then yanked out in an instant, and Mom let out a moan loud enough to echo through the entire dungeon.
Mom's asshole, stretched open by the soldier's finger, let out small, indecent little puffs of air, while her pussy wept, strings of juices dripping down.
Though I hated to admit it, Mom — her asshole toyed with, her juices flowing, moaning so shamefully — suited the title of Ass-Milking Hero all too well...
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