Village Head's Debauchery

Noticing that Caretaker Shani was gradually regaining her composure, Orion gently swayed his hand from side to side, soothing the baby in his arms and lulling him back to sleep. 𝓫𝓭𝓸𝓋𝓁．𝓬𝓸𝓂

“Haaah…. Haa….” Caretaker Shani, however, was still breathing heavily as she lay on the ground. Although she didn’t know how Orion had done it when he touched her vagina, one thing was clear to her – she had never felt so good.

The last time she had felt this way was during her first kushi, which was during her awakening ceremony, a long time ago.

When Caretaker Shani began to stand up, Orion cradled the baby in one arm and reached out his other arm to support her. She noticed and gratefully grabbed onto him for support. Just as he was about to speak, a loud knock suddenly echoed from outside the door.

“KNOCK!!” “KNOCK!!”

Hearing the knocking, Caretaker Shani let out a tired sigh, “It seems like he has arrived,” she said, trying to regain her balance as she stood up. However, her legs trembled, and she started to fall backwards.

But in an instant, Orion caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. Amidst all the commotion, he placed his hand on her ass and gave it a hard squeeze, using it for support and to keep her steady.

“KNOOCCK!!” “KNOCK!!”

Despite the continuous knocking on the door, Caretaker Shani remained in Orion’s embrace until she felt stable on her feet. She tidied her traditional attire, knowing she would have to clean up later, and then locked her gaze onto Orion, who patiently waited for her. “Thank you,” she said, taking her baby back from him before heading towards the door with him by her side.

“KNOCK—-” But before the knocking could resume, Caretaker Shani quickly swung the door open, revealing a young man in his late twenties, whose hand froze in the air mid-knock.

“Ahem!” The man cleared his throat and lowered his hand, saying, “I heard that you called for me, Caretaker Shani.”

Caretaker Shani nodded, affirming that she had indeed called for Ignor. She then directed her gaze towards Orion and introduced him, “This is Orion, the young man who awakened a six-star potential during this year’s awakening ceremony. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours flying around about him.”

The man’s eyes widened in realization, understanding why the Caretaker had summoned him.

Caretaker Shani continued, “Orion, this is Ignor. He is in charge of taking care of the harvested woods in my section of the farm.” Orion politely nodded in greeting, and Ignor reciprocated, not wanting to show disrespect to a potentially strong warrior.

Noticing the subtle exchange between the two men, Caretaker Shani quickly added, “Alright then, to avoid any further delay, you can show him where we store the woods.”

Ignor nodded in understanding at Caretaker Shani’s instructions before turning his serious gaze back towards Orion. “Let’s go then,” he said.

Orion nodded in response to Ignor’s words and bid Caretaker Shani goodbye. He followed behind Ignor, who did the same. Although Orion didn’t understand why she appeared disappointed, he suspected that it might be related to the intense release she experienced. After all, from what he had learned, his bedroom skills had a powerful effect on women, so her expression was somewhat understandable.

After walking past various fenced crops, all being diligently tended to by the villagers, it took them about four minutes to traverse Caretaker Shani’s farm section. Finally, they arrived at a large wooden hut nestled amidst various fenced plots of cultivated crops.

As they walked along the path, Orion’s attention was drawn to some plants swaying from side to side. He recognized them as the physical-sensitive crops his sister had told him about.

His gaze lingered on them, and Ignor took notice, explaining, “Those are used to make sleeping herbs. They’re called dodger plants. If you grind them and add them to a cup of breast milk, you’ll feel as though your body has left the ground.”

They halted in front of a vast warehouse, seemingly as large as one of the Village Chief’s huts or even bigger.

Orion nodded his head in understanding at Ignor’s words. However, he was here to figure out how to proceed with his plan and wasn’t eager to learn about getting drunk with milk.

Ignor noticed Orion’s lack of interest and promptly reverted to his serious expression. He then slowly pushed open the large door to the hut.

Once they stepped inside, Orion was visibly taken aback by the sight before him. The sheer amount of stacked timber was surprising, with wooden logs towering over him. It felt like he had walked into a massive warehouse filled with woods of various sizes.

Ignor led the way forward, and Orion followed through the narrow corners into the storage hut, his hand grazing across the stacks of timber he passed. Suddenly, something caught his eye, and he came to a halt. He looked at the bunch of tied-up sticks on the ground. Curious, Orion asked, “What are these used for?”

Ignor furrowed his brows in response and said, “They are used to keep the huts warm when the kishi period is over, and the cold begins to settle in. But don’t you know that?” He gazed at Orion with a hint of confusion.

Orion nodded his head in understanding, choosing not to waste time explaining his false memory loss. Bending down, he touched each thin stick one by one as he walked into their midst.

He passed by the sticks that were either too strong or too soft until he finally found a wood that was neither too hard nor too soft, just right for his plan.

Removing one stick from the bunch, he felt its flat surface and gave it a quick flick in the air, observing how it flexibly bent towards the ground before returning to its previous straight shape with a slight wobble.

“This is it,” Orion said with a smile, refocusing his attention on Ignor. “This is what I want.”