Village Head's Debauchery

"UGH!" Celeste gasped in agony as another wave of pain shot up from her butt cheeks and spread throughout her body. Without hesitation, she cried out in response, "NO! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as Orion's heavy hands came down once more on her buttocks. The sound of the impact echoed in the room as Celeste braced herself for the next hit, wondering how much more she could take.

"Are you sure?" Orion asked as he traced his fingers over her vagina lips, watching as she shivered under his touch. He slowly drew his hands back, hanging them in the air as he waited for her response.

Celeste nodded her head in agreement, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anger. She had never imagined that Orion was serious when he warned her that he would punish her for throwing a tantrum, especially since she was only trying to keep him safe. After an hour of quarrelling, they had finally come to an agreement, but she never expected Orion to drag her and force her to lay across his lap. With a sharp intake of breath, she felt the first slap land on her bare buttocks, the sting of it sending shivers up her spine. It was a harsh lesson, but one that Celeste knew she wouldn't soon forget.

Nonetheless, being in such a position was excruciatingly embarrassing for Celeste since this type of punishment was typically reserved for children. Despite the humiliation, she answered Orion's questions obediently and agreed never to repeat her mistake.

"Alright," Orion nodded understandingly before he gently brought his hand down on her buttocks once more. But this time, instead of delivering a hard smack, he rubbed his palm gently over the reddened flesh, trying to soothe the pain he had inflicted on her. Celeste's body tensed up as she felt his touch, feeling a mix of discomfort and relief at the same time.

Yes, Orion didn't go easy on her, making sure she knew that he wasn't playing around and that he had meant every single word he had said.

Nevertheless, feeling her son's hand tenderly rubbing the soreness on her protruding buttocks, Celeste quickly pushed herself off of him and tried to sit on the ground. But as soon as she landed on her sore buttocks, she felt a jolt of pain shoot through her body, causing her to shiver and tilt to one side for support.

As Orion stood up, he watched his mother glare at him with a look of pure venom, but he simply waved his hand dismissively. "Next time, remember that I am not just your child, but your partner," he said, a wide smile spreading across his face as he took in her scowl. "If you want to be treated like an adult, then you need to treat me like one too."

Turning to his sister, who had been sitting on the sidelines, thoroughly entertained, Orion asked, "Gina, can you help Mom relieve the pain on her buttocks while I step out for a bit?" He didn't need to guess her answer as she quickly nodded in agreement, adding, "Don't worry, I'm not planning on going out today. I'll be here to help her out." A sly smirk crossed her face as she watched their mother rub her bare buttocks, clearly enjoying the sight of her mother's embarrassment.

Nonetheless, Orion turned around and left through the door, closing it shut behind him as he walked a far distance away from their hut to avoid any confusion. He was determined to try and awaken his gift, but the only problem was that according to the stories he had heard from his mates, they had only awakened their gifts unconsciously while going about their daily lives.

However, Orion didn't give up hope and began doing some random things out in the open. Luckily, he had discovered a spot some distance behind the backyard of a large hut, so he didn't have to worry about people staring at him while he did these odd activities that would have made others view him as crazy.

The first girl had discovered her gift when, while stretching her body, she unwittingly unleashed a blade of wind as sharp as a dangerously honed knife. Orion, captivated by her story, attempted to imitate her movements. However, after several minutes of unsuccessful attempts, he let out a disappointed sigh and shamefully abandoned his efforts of stretching from side to side

Next, with a deep breath, he launched himself into the air, his powerful legs propelling him higher and higher. As he soared through the sky, he wished he could freeze the air around him, just as Ursa had done before gracefully touching down. But alas, his wishful thinking was cut short as gravity took hold, sending him crashing down to the ground in a painful "thud."

Orion let out a weary sigh, frustration building within him as he saw no progress in his efforts. He knew he had to try something new, so he began to experiment with a series of strange and unconventional movements that he had also picked up from thier conversations, pushing himself to the limit by repeating them for minutes on end in an attempt to awaken his gift. But despite his determination and tireless efforts, nothing seemed to work. It was as if his gift remained stubbornly dormant, resistant to all his attempts to awaken it.

But, he wasn't giving up now.

...............

After exhausting every idea he could think of for two long hours, Orion finally collapsed onto the ground. He felt the cool, damp clay soil beneath him as he stretched out his right hand and placed it gently on his stomach. With his chest rising and falling rapidly, he took a few deep breaths, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

"Ha...Haa...Don't tell me I don't have a gift," he muttered under his breath. Despite Fiona's assurances that everyone possessed their own unique gift, Orion couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow different, that perhaps he was the one exception to the rule. As a transmigrator, he knew that he shouldn't even exist in this new world, and yet here he was, standing on unfamiliar soil and grappling with the unknown.

As Orion's hope lay shattered, he mustered the strength to pick himself up from the ground. With his legs still bent downwards and his hand resting on his knee, he couldn't contain his frustration and let out a curse, "Damn it!" The force of his impact on the ground was so intense that it lit up a bright spark, illuminating the light around him.