Village Head's Debauchery

Looking beside the table, right under it, I spotted the princess. She knelt close to the broken crystal chair that had just tumbled to the side of the floor.

At first, we blinked at each other, but the instant I saw her body move, I lunged forward, catching her the moment she could move an inch, and pinning her to the ground.

"What were you doing?" Princess Crystalia asked, her eyes wide.

"What?" I responded, feigning ignorance, raising my brows knowingly, fully aware of what she was talking about.

"You!" Princess Crystalia suddenly accused me. "I saw what you did, you were sniffing her panties."

Raising both of my eyebrows, I responded, "What panties?"

Immediately, her head snapped from side to side as she looked at both of my hands. Then, she shifted her gaze toward the bed, but due to our current positions, I noticed that she couldn't properly see the bed's surface.

Her head quickly turned back to me, and before she could say anything, a noise from the door interrupted the room.

"KNOCK!!" "KNOCK!!!"

At first, I was a little worried about who it was, thinking that Madam Seraphina had returned to check on the noise.

However, upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, my body immediately cooled down before tensing up once more.

After all, it was still too early for me to have the princess of an underground kingdom of a foreign race in such a compromising position.

As the knock came again, I bent down and whispered in her ear, "If you don't want to get in trouble, then you'd better keep quiet. Otherwise, you'll have to explain to your parents how you were found in my room." The moment my words ended, her body went completely still.

It seemed she realized the kind of trouble she had just gotten herself into.

Seeing that she had received the message, I slowly removed my hand from her mouth and said, "If you understand, then go hide somewhere."

Princess Crystalia nodded slowly, her teeth gritted in anger as she spoke, "Get up, so I can move." Her eyes wandered all over me before settling downwards.

Following her gaze, I looked down at my exposed shaft pressing against her.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat a little, then stood up, releasing her from my grasp.

As she stood up, I saw her adjust her gown before she quickly ran off to hide behind the window curtains the moment the knock sounded again.

"Knock!!" "Knock!!"

…....…..

Entering his chamber, the king let out a tired sigh as he felt the weight of the day's events bearing down on his mind and body. There was also the matter he needed to address.

"Haaaa…," he exhaled deeply, fatigue evident in every line of his body. He had already removed his robe, so he tossed his shirt onto the crystal chair in front of him before sinking onto the bed.

Suddenly, a hand emerged from the tangled bed sheets and gently rested on his chest.

He recognized the touch immediately and asked, "Did he tell you everything?"

A deep sigh escaped from behind him as the queen rose up, her bare breasts pressing against his back, and she began to gently rub it back and forth while her hand mirrored the motion on his chest.

She responded, "No, not everything, but he did share enough to let me understand that he and the lady with him truly came from outside."

"Oh!" The King exclaimed, surrendering to the pleasurable sensation as he was drawn down onto the bed by his queen.

He hadn't expected the young man to divulge such crucial information about himself on the very first day, judging from the young man's initial demeanour.

But then again, considering who his wife was, he shouldn't have been surprised. "And what exactly did he say?"

Observing her husband from the side, Queen Selene elegantly crossed her legs and settled on his waist, her gaze locked on his as she slowly began to recount everything Orion had disclosed to her.

While she spoke, the king's eyes transitioned from pensive to wide-eyed as she ended her explanation.

She added, "I did wonder why he needed a tree to save his friend. However, according to Madam Seraphina's report, the lady became transparent and was drawn out of his grasp." The queen knew instantly what was racing through her husband's mind the moment she finished speaking.

In fact, how could he not think about it when it was the very first thought that also crossed her mind upon hearing Orion's revelations?

The imprisoned god, the White Flame, a being that forever roamed their mountains, ceaselessly seeking an escape, and perpetually sowing terror amongst their people whenever it crossed paths with their race.

According to their ancient codex, which had regrettably been partially destroyed due to the early clan infighting during their adaptation to life within the mountains, this god was one of war and insatiable bloodlust. Naka, their benevolent god, had imprisoned the White Flame within the mountain's confines.

However, the primary reason for their god's decision to imprison the weakened god was rooted in the mistakes of their ancestors.

Their ancestors, though perhaps naive and misguided, had aligned themselves with the god, committing various blunders that ultimately led to their own downfall when the god betrayed them.

Yet, due to Naka's merciful nature, despite their betrayal, he forgave them and sentenced them to the mountains, offering them a sole means of escape: to slay the White Flame. To extinguish the very embodiment of their past mistakes.

However, actions proved far more challenging than mere words, as the weakened god, despite its diminished state, still retained its divine essence.

Queen Selene's thoughts came to a halt when she felt a hand gently caress her cheek. "It doesn't suit you to dwell on such matters," the king remarked, his brow raised as he regarded his queen. "You don't believe this girl to be a nymph, too, do you?"

Queen Selene nervously nibbled her lower lip. If Orion's friend truly was a nymph, it could potentially alter their destiny, righting the wrongs of their ancestors' betrayal.

Regardless, she couldn't reveal these thoughts to her husband.

Instead, she replied, "I'm not sure about that yet. I was merely thinking about what to do with that young lady," shaking her head dismissively.