Village Head's Debauchery

"Is she from our generation?" Orion inquired.

Gorg nodded, providing an explanation of who she was. Nonetheless, Orion could only vaguely remember her since they had all been together for an extended period.

"Okay, let me drop these back in the hut first before I escort," Orion said, nodding as he picked up the attires and walked back inside his hut.

Gorg gazed at the massive hut before him and couldn't help but sigh.

He now understood why he hadn't seen Orion during this time – Orion had become wealthy enough to afford such a large hut and provide for his partners.

While Gorg speculated that the Village Chief might have played a role in Orion's ability to build his hut deep within the farm, he also understood that it could be linked to Orion's six-star potential and the recent events involving Stronghold Leader Drakar.

As Gorg contemplated this, everything started to fall into place. However, his concern lingered on Orion's strange taste in women. He initially thought Orion valued kindness over physical beauty when choosing partners. However, he could only become dumbfounded upon learning that Fiona, their former teacher, and other older women, including his previous neighbours, were now his partners.

Gorg couldn't fathom why Orion had chosen them as partners, considering there had to be a limit, especially considering Orion's potential and future achievements.

"Okay, I'm done. Let's go," a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

Gorg turned to see Orion staring at him curiously. Gorg quickly nodded and decided to set aside these ponderings. Regardless, he believed that somehow, he would have to show Orion how to choose a suitable partner for himself in the future.

He tidied his tulga and followed Orion, who led the way after sharing the direction the girl he wanted to see had provided in case he could visit her on the farm.

After nearly an hour of walking, they finally reached their destination. However, as the sky darkened, workers and farmers were wrapping up their tasks, with some already heading home.

"There! That's her!" Gorg exclaimed, pointing toward a girl carefully uprooting a plant and placing it in a basket beside her.

Orion sighed inwardly, relieved she was still there, saving them from searching for her.

"I'll wait here; you can go," Orion said.

He wanted to give them some privacy, even though they didn't have any concept about such.

"Alright, I'll introduce her to you after I'm done," Gorg said before rushing toward the girl.

"Salvia!"

Orion noted the name Gorg had called out, understanding it was hers.

He observed as the girl turned her head in surprise, then quickly tidied herself and ran into Gorg's arms.

Orion watched as they exchanged greetings before diverting his attention elsewhere. Despite being deeply involved in a sensuous lifestyle, he had no interest in observing another man's romantic endeavours.

After a few minutes, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Orion's attention. He turned to see Gorg and his girlfriend heading towards him.

"Orion, this is Salvia. Salvia, this is Orion," Gorg introduced them to each other.

Orion observed Salvia, taking in her appearance – a slim, brown-skinned girl with waist-length black hair, nearly matching Gorg's height. However, what caught his attention was that though her tulga was tied around her waist like others in the Village, her tulga top was extremely short, revealing a glimpse of her petite breast and her soft nipples that peeked out of her tulga at intervals.

"It's really you," Salvia exclaimed.

She approached and joyfully hugged Orion for a moment, releasing herself to scrutinize him with shining eyes. "I never thought I'd get the chance to meet you, especially after the graduation ceremony. I'm curious if all the rumours about you are true. How does it feel to awaken a six-star potential?" Salvia bombarded Orion with questions while Gorg, wearing a wry smile, stood on the side.

'You are quite popular, especially in our generation, you know,' Gorg thought, passing the message to Orion with an apologetic expression.

Orion couldn't help but sigh upon hearing Salvia's question and observing Gorg's expression. While he had always known he was famous, he never expected his popularity to reach this level of having fervent fans.

Now, he truly understood why some villagers looked at him with confusion and disappointment upon discovering his partners. Because they understood that he could attract a multitude of admirers with just a snap of a finger, without even needing to spend any wealth.

Regardless, Orion wasn't easily swayed by public opinion, as he had no reason to adhere to a particular group when a diverse group was available, especially when they deeply loved him, and he felt the same way. "From his mother, Reena, Fifi, Lyra, Aunt Greta, Grandma Celia, Grandma Ingrid, and the others, there was no way he could ever imagine his life without them.

After Salvia finished speaking, Orion responded to all her questions, spending a few more minutes until he had addressed them.

By the time they were done, the sky had darkened, leaving only the bright moonlight descending from the sky to illuminate their path as Orion escorted Salvia and Gorg out of the farm.

On his way back, Orion decided to check on Caretaker Shani before he headed back tomorrow.

Knock!! Knock!!

The door was pulled open within a minute, and a familiar figure appeared before him.

"I had a suspicion that it would be you knocking at my door so late," Caretaker Shani said, looking at Orion with a warm smile.

Her breasts were exposed, with her tulga laying on top and wet signs of breast milk hanging on her dark brown nipples.

"I came to see if you enjoyed today before I head back home and prepare to return to the mountains tomorrow," Orion responded.

"Of course, I feel much better than I did yesterday. Thank you for today, Orion," Caretaker Shani replied.

She attempted to use a piece of cloth in her right hand to wipe away her leaking breast milk, but Orion immediately stopped her.

"Allow me," Orion said.

He slowly leaned forward and gently sucked away the remaining breast milk before he pulled backwards.

"Delicious," he muttered.

"Chortle..." Caretaker Shani chuckled lightly at his actions, doing her best to stifle her laughter.