Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-1009

If Orion wanted to arrive home instantly, he could achieve it quickly with his flying technique alone. However, he wasn't in a hurry and wanted to enjoy the silence until he arrived home.

As Orion soared over the buildings and entered the borders of the Second Border City, a familiar voice called out to him, "Chief!" He halted mid-flight and turned to see Isadora leaping high from a building and swiftly heading toward him.

Orion descended to the ground as Isadora arrived beside him.

"You're back," Isadora said. She had received information that Orion had delayed his descent with the future leaders of the Runaway Cities today because of something very important. Since she was the one who had prepared their descent, she had been keeping an eye out for his return.

"I heard what happened, so I wanted to ensure it wasn't something serious or I could handle," she added.

"You don't have to worry; I've already handled the issue. Also, I couldn't share it with you," Orion responded.

Isadora nodded, sighing softly in her heart. She thought Orion would be willing to share more important tasks with her due to her role as his personal assistant. However, it appeared that wasn't the case.

"Is there anything else?" Orion asked.

Isadora hesitated before nodding, "I've heard about what you discussed with my father, and I want to know if everything he told me was true."

"Oh, what did he tell you?" Orion asked. He had discussed many things with Patriarch Rylan, but he wanted her to be straightforward about the specific topic she was referring to.

Isadora bit her lip, summoning her confidence as she responded, "It's about the chance to become one of your mistresses. I want to verify if it's something he made up himself, suggested, or if it's truly what you've told him."

Orion smiled inwardly, noting how it had taken her two days to directly broach the topic with him. "I informed him about it myself after he inquired about the two of us," he replied. Upon hearing Orion's confirmation, a deep blush immediately spread across Isadora's face. "Tsk!! Tsk!! She might be pretending, you know. With a chance to solidify her race's position in Paradise, she'd be foolish not to seize it," Aerialia clicked her tongue in disappointment as she looked at Isadora.

She had hoped the young woman would ascend through merit rather than taking shortcuts like becoming one of Orion's mistresses, but it seemed her hopes were misplaced.

Orion knew that if Isadora approached him to become his mistress without any reservations, he would not elevate her to the status of his mistress until he found out why, treating their relationship as a cultural norm in the village.

His perspectives were expanding continuously, and he understood that he couldn't maintain his previous lifestyle from when he first arrived in this world. However, aware of Isadora's intentions and knowing her character, he saw no reason to reject her advances, significantly since they could indirectly benefit the Four-eared elves.

Aerialia could only remain silent, sensing Orion's contemplation as if she could discern his thoughts.

Isadora's shoulders soon dropped in relief as she nodded in understanding.

Since starting her new role as Orion's assistant, she had witnessed his lecherous side many times. However, throughout that period, Orion had never taken advantage of her or used his authority to subject her to hedonistic pleasures despite such practices being deeply ingrained in his village's culture. This only deepened her respect for Orion.

Now that she was the one making advances, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her behaviour. It felt like she was willingly offering herself despite everything that had transpired. How could she not feel awkward and embarrassed?

"Since that's the case, I promise to work hard to become a Mistress worthy of your love," Isadora responded, slightly bowing towards Orion.

"You don't have to overthink it. Just be yourself. Falling in love is about finding a missing piece of one's heart, so I don't want you to rush into anything you might regret later. I've promised to treat the Four-eared elves fairly as long as they behave appropriately, so there's no need to worry about how things will turn out," Orion responded.

Knowing that Isadora valued her privacy greatly, and since this concerned matters involving his family, he wanted her to feel comfortable with her decisions regarding their relationship. After hearing Orion's words, Isadora nodded, her shyness intensifying. "I understand. But I'll still give it my best. I have other things to take care of before I head home, so I'll be leaving," she said, respectfully nodding at Orion before turning around and walking away.

"Wait a minute!" Orion said, halting her departure. "Have you been practising the art I gave you? How's your progress?" he asked curiously. Knowing Isadora was still mastering the flying technique he taught her, he wanted to ensure she was progressing.

"Ahem! I've only achieved about six per cent understanding so far, but I'm confident I can reach twenty per cent with more practice," Isadora responded, her tone tinged with embarrassment. While she was amazed at her quick grasp of a Divine Art, she felt inadequate compared to the Vylkr warriors, who mastered techniques in mere weeks or within a month, depending on their ranks.

Orion nodded approvingly. "That's impressive progress on your own. Mastering a divine- ranked art is no small feat. If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Chief. I'll definitely remember to seek your guidance," Isadora responded, nodding before turning around and leaping high into the sky.

Orion also took to the sky, flying towards his manor. As he landed and walked through the door, Gina raced into his arms, wrapping her limbs around his body.

Gina activated her gift, forming a shield around them as she sealed her lips with Orion's, her tongue exploring every contour. Orion reciprocated, holding her tightly.

Once they parted, Gina descended to the floor and respectfully bowed towards Aerialia, greeting her as well. "Good evening, goddess Aerialia."