Village Head's Debauchery

“You can place her on the bed,” she said.

The Queen then informed me that it would take either an hour or an hour and a half for them to arrive. However, in the meantime, she wished to use this period to pose some questions.

Seeing their hospitality, I didn’t divulge every detail she sought. Instead, I chose to withhold certain information, just in case their attitude shifted from accommodating to something less favourable.

“You mentioned something about Naka,” the Queen asked as she settled into a chair beside the bed, her bare legs crossed, scrutinizing me with a relaxed yet curious smile. “Explain how you came across that name,” she pressed.

While I pondered why the Queen herself was personally interrogating a stranger about their peculiar circumstances in private, I refrained from voicing this question. After all, I was the one being questioned, so I made myself comfortable on the bed next to Saria, who lay there, and responded, “Naka is the god of my people. He has been with us for generations. If you’re asking how I came across the name in a different context, I apologize, but I can’t provide an explanation beyond that.”

I spoke with a touch of reverence, understanding that when two people shared the same god, showing fervour for it was often the quickest way to establish a connection.

Thanks to Princess Crystalia, I gained insight into their reverence for Naka.

The Queen, in response, remained silent, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized me for a brief moment. 𝒃𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝒍．𝒆𝒕

Then, with a long, deep sigh, she exhaled, shaking her head as if struggling with an internal dilemma.

After a minute, her shoulders slumped, and she raised her gaze to meet mine.

“I believe you,” she said, “at least for now.” She paused, then added, “In the meantime, I would also like to know where you come from.”

At this point, the logical thing would have been to spill everything about the Village, revealing all the secrets to make my story more convincing. But unlike the straightforward villagers, I suspected these people, especially the woman before me, might not be so trusting.

So, I feigned hesitation, my voice trailing off as if I were about to reveal something sensitive. Then, I suddenly clamped my mouth shut, as if I’d remembered something crucial, and acted as if I’d regained control of myself. With a weary sigh, I shook my head, playing the part of someone torn by conflicting emotions.

I decided to remain silent for the time being, opting to gauge the people I was dealing with rather than risk saying something I might regret later.

“What?” The Queen arched an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes at me. “Are you going to tell me where you’re from, or are you going to keep me guessing?”

Meeting her piercing ruby eyes with a feigned expression of helplessness, I replied, “I’m afraid I can’t. It’s forbidden by Naka for us to disclose anything about our Village to outsiders, and we follow this command for our own well-being.” I shook my head in disagreement with her request.

She frowned briefly before a smile curled on her lips as she remarked, “So, you come from a village.”

Realizing my slip of words, I chastised myself internally and brushed off her question, saying, “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that.” Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but notice that my mistake had lent an air of authenticity to my facade, granting me the confidence to maintain my act even in this delicate situation.

“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” the Queen sighed in disappointment, shaking her head as she uncrossed her legs and rose from her seat. I maintained my focus on her, albeit with the occasional glance at her red panties, as I listened to her words.

“I will return to speak with you once your friend has been healed. Perhaps then, you’ll feel more at ease sharing some information about yourself and how you arrived here.” She turned and walked towards the door, giving me another view of her thick watermelon ass.

Pausing at the door, she cautioned, “Until then, remain here to avoid any misunderstandings with the guards, who might mistake you for an intruder in the castle.” With that, she opened the door and exited, closing it behind her.

After making sure that she had left, leaving behind an unstated threat, I immediately dropped my act as it was becoming exhausting. Adapting to this charade had become a part of my life since the day I transmigrated into this world, but it never grew any less tiring.

I found an empty spot on the bed, reclined on it, and quietly awaited the arrival of the healers. Simultaneously, I wrestled with the task of quelling the surging Vylkr energy within me and thought about a viable way for me to handle my current predicament.

……….…..

After an hour and a half, a gentle knock echoed through the door. I immediately jumped out of bed to open the door quickly and meet the healers to hasten Saria’s treatment.

As the door swung open with a “click,” my eyes widened momentarily before I swiftly composed myself. In an instant, I regained control over my expression, concealing my surprise.

In front of me stood three women and one man. Among the trio of women, the one at the forefront had a striking mane of dazzling blue crystal-like hair, and she wore a gown crafted from what appeared to be the same shimmering material.

At this point, I wondered if they all made their clothes themselves, just as Princess Crystalia had done in my presence. However, that wasn’t what held my attention. My focus was drawn to the gown’s extravagant slit that showed her blue panties, running from her legs up to her waist. The woman before me, though lacking the queen’s incredible watermelon ass which could rival Greta’s, my mother, Fiona, Grandma Celia, or Ingrid’s own was still incredibly thick and plentiful.

Her generously immense breasts were excellently emphasised by her gown, while her waist, although not particularly slender, still complemented her wide breeding hips. Her beautiful plump legs and blue beautiful panties, framed by the exposed slit in her dress, provided a view that was more than satisfying.