Village Head's Debauchery

However, I insisted that it was crucial for her to undergo a thorough examination by a competent healer. This would help determine whether she had indeed been pregnant and had experienced some complications, or if the pregnancy had never occurred in the first place. Understanding the potency of my semen became a pressing matter, driving my desire for clarity.

In response to my request, Grandma Derry suggested that she would accompany Grandma Vivian to the Village Chief’s compound. I saw no objections to this plan, as I still had another destination in mind. Curious about Grandma Ingrid’s whereabouts, I inquired about her and discovered that she, along with Meldra, whose name had remained unknown to me until now, was preparing to head to the farm. Nodding my head in understanding, I decided to make my way towards their hut to talk with them.

Without bothering to knock, I boldly pushed open their door, confident that formalities were unnecessary at this moment. As the door swung open, an interesting scene unfolded before me. Grandma Meldra stood, casually drying her hair with a piece of cloth, while Grandma Ingrid, her fuckable dick-erecting body adorned with glistening water droplets, was in the midst of donning her tulga. .

Startled by my unannounced entrance, Grandma Meldra’s voice echoed in the room, “You’re back! What happened?” She dropped her towel to the ground and hurriedly approached me, only to freeze in surprise and confusion as her eyes landed on Ayla, faithfully trailing behind me.

“Who’s this?” Grandma Meldra inquired, her voice laced with confusion and curiosity.

Clearing my throat to grab her attention, I launched into a detailed account of everything that had transpired. With each passing moment, Grandma Meldra’s understanding grew, but her eyes remained wide with astonishment when I disclosed the encounter that had taken place between Grandma Ingrid and myself yesterday night.

“Ingrid…” Grandma Meldra’s voice carried a mix of disbelief and disappointment as she turned to face Grandma Ingrid, who wore a forced smile on her face. The room was filled with tension as Grandma Meldra confronted her, her eyes searching for the truth. “Is what I’m hearing true?”

Grandma Ingrid hastily slipped on her tulga, a visible sign of her unease. She had been listening to our conversation, lost in her thoughts as I recounted the events of the previous night. “It’s not what you think, Meldra,” she stammered, her voice quivering as she struggled to find the right words. Attempting to compose herself, she faltered in her attempts to explain her actions.

Grandma Meldra, refusing to accept vague excuses, pressed on with her questions. “You were just what, Ingrid?” Her voice grew louder, laced with a sternness that demanded answers. “Or do you expect me to believe that you were unaware of your actions? That you were merely sleepwalking through it all?” Grandma Ingrid’s confidence waned, and she shrunk into herself, no longer able to voice her thoughts. Her gaze fell to the floor, revealing her remorse.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to choke out, swallowing her words. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought that if I followed your words from yesterday, perhaps I too could take a chance and try everything in my power to become pregnant.”

With a weary sigh escaping her lips, Grandma Ingrid finished speaking to Grandma Meldra. She looked drained, as if grappling with the weight of the situation. Turning her gaze aside, she addressed me, her voice filled with exhaustion. “Don’t worry, Orion. I’ll handle this and make sure Ingrid arrives at the Village Chief’s compound. You can continue on with the others.” She added, “Besides, she owes Celeste and the rest of us a thorough explanation.” I nodded in agreement, shifting my gaze to Grandma Ingrid, who avoided eye contact.

Realizing that this temporary evasion wouldn’t last long and that she would need a stern conversation with me later when I had the time, I entrusted Grandma Ingrid to Grandma Meldra’s care. Walking out of the hut with Ayla, I closed the door behind us. Just as we took a few steps away from the hut, Grandma Meldra’s voice resonated loudly throughout the compound.

“INGRRRIDDD……”

However, despite having some naughty thoughts about bending over or engaging with one or two of them intimately, I knew I couldn’t afford to waste time, nor was it an appropriate moment for such distractions. My priority was finding our awakening teacher, Fiona, and I was grateful to have Ayla by my side, guiding the way.

I explained to Ayla our next objective and she nodded, acknowledging the potential difficulty of locating Fiona’s hut without knowledge of the specific route. “It might be challenging since we don’t know the area where she lives,” Ayla remarked. She looked at me and continued, “I don’t think I can find her without at least having an idea of the general vicinity.”

I pondered for a moment until a realization struck me. Fiona was Aunt Greta’s neighbour. Although I wasn’t sure about the nature of their relationship, their similar level of unattractiveness and the way they addressed each other when we first met hinted at a close, friendly neighbourly bond. I shared this information with Ayla, and she furrowed her eyebrows in thought, trying to determine the best route to Aunt Greta’s hut from our current location.

After a while, Ayla finally pointed to the left road ahead and said, “Let’s take this path. I’ve been to Greta’s hut a few times when the Village Chieftess needed her assistance. I can remember the general location, but we may need to walk for a while before I can navigate us without getting lost.”

With a nod of my head, I expressed my understanding and handed the responsibility of leading the way to Ayla. I trusted her guidance and knew that her familiarity with the route would ensure we stayed on the right path.

….

“I believe we’ve arrived,” Ayla announced, her finger pointing confidently at the solitary hut nestled within its own compound. It had taken them a good thirty to forty minutes to reach this point, as Ayla meticulously navigated the roads, searching for shortcuts to ensure they arrived promptly. Fortunately, her efforts paid off, allowing them to reach their destination on time.

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