Village Head's Debauchery

"It seems I've made a mistake by underestimating your energy, Mr Orion, so you don't have to apologize," Maeve said, shaking her head in response as she sighed heavily.

"Since it seems we won't be able to store your energy, our only hope is that the artisans do their best to make your identity plaque. I'll clean this up immediately," she added, bending down to collect the broken pieces of the crystal orb.

Orion watched Maeve squatting to pick up the broken crystal pieces before standing up. She then looked around to see if she had missed any more. Catching a few more with her eyes, Maeve bent downwards to pick up the remaining pieces.

As she did, Orion caught a glimpse of the backside of her black tights through the gap of her spread transparent Pixie wings. Her light yellow dress rose to her waist, revealing her shapely fair thighs.

The breathtaking view lasted only briefly before Maeve straightened her back. She turned around and nodded at Orion.

"I'll be back in a minute, Mr Orion," Maeve said.

She couldn't throw away the broken pieces of the crystal orb because it was an enchanted unranked artefact, so she had to store it securely and hope that the artisans would find a reasonable use.

Orion nodded in response. He observed as Maeve took off on her wings towards the door and swiftly returned within a minute.

Although Orion was prepared to try his Celestial energy this time, seeing as Maeve didn't return with another Crystal orb, Orion chose not to ask her about it. After all, it was easy to discern that the Crystal orb was a valuable artefact.

Considering that his Celestial energy was almost at the same level as the quantity of the Vylkr energy within his Vylkr container, excluding its quality, since Aerialia had given him a special Divine Art that would help align the amount of his Celestial energy with the level of his Vylkr energy whenever he created another Vylkr container and advanced, there was still a chance that something similar could happen.

A sudden stillness emerged around them.

Orion raised a brow, noticing Maeve's hesitant expression, which seemed like she wanted to say something but held herself back from speaking.

"What is it? Are there other procedures that I am supposed to undergo?" Orion said sceptically.

Even if the Gardeners Guild was concerned about the Gardeners' security and welfare, there was still a limit on how far they could go.

However, Maeve shook her head in response. "No, to get another Crystal orb, we would need to go to the nearest Gardener branch to obtain one. However, that would be too time-consuming, so there are no other procedures for you to undergo. As I said before, we'll have to put our faith in the artisans and hope they do their best," she exhaled lightly.

"I want to ask you a simple question, Mr. Orion," she added.

Orion nodded in agreement at Maeve's words, as he didn't want to waste too much time here just for an Identity Plaque. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but become immediately curious at her last words.

"What is it?" Orion asked curiously.

"Do you remember who I am, Mr Orion?" Maeve asked, her eyes fixed on Orion.

Orion furrowed his brows in confusion before shaking his head in response. "I am sorry, but I don't remember who you are," he replied.

Maeve exhaled deeply and nodded. "Understandably, you couldn't remember me, so let me remind you. Do you remember the first day you entered the Garden?" she asked, awaiting his response.

Orion nodded, "Yes, I remember," he responded, curious about what that day had to do with the current situation.

"On that day, I was together with a group of Gardeners to confirm the location of a strange weed. However, on our way back, when we encountered the Princess of the Garden, you emerged. To explain everything completely, I was among the Pixies present when you first encountered the Princess of the Garden and had the privilege to have a taste of your semen," she responded, her voice becoming quieter as she completed her sentence.

Almost instantly, Orion's eyes widened in realization. He recalled the day when the Princess of the Garden had been so innocent, falling for his charms, and the group of Pixies that had given him his first pixie blow job, even if it had been too large to fit; it was still an experience he had stored at the back of his mind.

However, he had never expected that one of the Pixies present that day would be the Gardeners Guild's Vice Guildmaster.

As countless expressions rippled across Orion's face, Maeve understood that he had remembered that day, prompting her to sigh in relief.

"It's wonderful that you still remember that day, Mr Orion. However, I would like to make a request, which I hope you will consider," Maeve said, slightly bowing towards Orion.

"I can't make any promises, Vice Guildmaster. Whether I can grant your request depends on its nature," Orion said, shaking his head.

Someone of his status would be held accountable for every word he utters, so he couldn't simply say or do as he pleased.

Maeve nodded with a smile. "I understand your position, Mr Orion. You're absolutely right," she responded.

As the Vice Guildmaster of the Gardeners Guild, one of the most powerful and influential positions within the Pixie Kingdom, Maeve understood Orion's perspective. She was impressed that he could still remember his duties, even in his astonishment.

The young man before her obviously possessed even more bearings than the High Prince, who was about to ascend the throne.

"What is your request?" Orion asked curiously.

Maeve cleared her throat and spoke, "Mr Orion, ever since that day I tasted your semen, my taste buds haven't been the same. None of the fruits I've eaten from the variety in the Garden taste as they did before. So, I would kindly request if you could allow me to taste your semen again so I can understand the reason for the change in my taste buds," she said, bowing slightly towards Orion.