Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-762

Hearing Maeve's unexpected words, Orion was dumbfounded. He swiftly regained control of his expression and scrutinized Maeve's entire figure again.

Despite lacking fullness in some areas, her charm remained undiminished because her curvaceous thighs increased her unique appeal.

Maeve noticed Orion's contemplative expression and scrutinizing gaze. As though she could understand what Orion was thinking, she said, "I'm sorry for not properly explaining the Pixies' culture before making my request, Mr. Orion. Unlike the Prismerions, Pixies are restricted to only one partner. They must select a partner according to social hierarchy and remain with them until death."

"An ordinary Pixie can only be engaged with another ordinary Pixie. Similarly, a Gardener must choose another Gardener as a partner; the same goes for royalty—only a royal family member can be engaged to another royal, and so on."

Hearing Maeve's words, Orion was internally surprised. He had considered postponing Maeve's request for another time and contemplated how to properly exploit such a situation.

Even though his junior brother was willing, he understood this was a big opportunity; however, he couldn't help but become intrigued after listening to her explanations of the Pixies' culture.

"However, because we Pixies are a race ruled by our emotions, an event like this is a delicate process and probably one of the most difficult and stressful times of any Pixie's life," Maeve explained, sighing as she continued, "Unfortunately, the only one who is equal to my status is Guildmaster Alaric. However, he is already engaged to another Gardener. As such, I am only able to select my partner from the other Gardeners; however, up till this moment, I haven't found anybody with whom I would be willing to spend the rest of my life, so if you are worried about whether I have a partner then you don't have to worry about such a thing because I can assure you that I don't," she added.

Orion was also surprised to hear that Maeve didn't have a partner yet, as he had expected her to. She looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties. Coupled with her withdrawn and strict composure, alongside her status, it was easy to guess that she was the kind of woman who probably had many admirers.

However, from her words, it was easy to imagine that her stringent process made finding a partner who suited her options hard, so she remained single.

Witnessing Orion's surprised and contemplative expression, Maeve said, "Though I had already guessed that there was a chance that you would refuse my request because of your status, I still don't dare try to place a price on it as that would be foolish. So, I can only hope that I can reason with you and that you will allow me to figure out how to resolve the problem related to my taste buds so I can return to my normal life."

"Also, it isn't only me; the other four Gardeners on that day also had similar problems with their taste buds. Some had spent part of their wealth on the best Alchemist they could afford. However, it was ineffective as they were repeatedly told the same thing."

Hearing that it wasn't just Maeve but the other four Pixies with her who also had similar problems, Orion couldn't help but be surprised again. Although he agreed that he would have been very offended if Maeve had asked for his semen with a price tag, since she didn't view things the same as him and the rest of the villagers, as the Pixie culture was entirely different, he couldn't help but think about what was wrong with his semen that it could drastically disrupt the taste buds of various Pixies.

'Does this have to do with my extreme fertility?' Orion thought.

He remembered the various times his wives had praised how delicious his semen was and how they could fill their stomachs with it all day without having anything else. Such a thing was why his mother, Lyra, Merida, and Maya also wanted him to spray his semen on their bodies whenever they were done having kushi so that they could savour it.

Also, whenever he took the mixture that Seraphina and Greta had made to suppress his extreme fertility, he realized that they didn't usually like the taste and would instead want him to release into them rather than outside.

Of course, there were also various factors concerning this, one of which was that they were assured that they wouldn't be able to get pregnant; this also meant that there was a chance this was capable of affecting the Pixies with a whole other drastic effect such as disrupting their taste buds.

As he pondered about it, Orion couldn't help but inwardly admit that his extreme fertility might be the leading cause of their dilemma.

"How long till the Identity Plaques are ready?" Orion asked, his eyes fixed on Maeve.

Maeve's mind had descended into chaos as she witnessed Orion's lengthy contemplation in silence. However, she quickly recovered her composure and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally spoke.

"It normally takes about half an hour for completion; however, since this identity plaque is related to royal family members, our artisans will be finished in twenty minutes. We have waited for ten minutes already, so they will be ready in ten more minutes," Maeve responded, staring at Orion curiously, wondering why he had asked such a question and if he had considered fulfilling her request.

Orion nodded. "I will fulfil your request on one condition, which is that you swear your fealty to me, and will never leak or divulge this information to anybody in the name of your god, Aerendir," he responded.

He had pondered his current predicament and realized the necessity of having someone in a position of power to keep him informed about all developments in the Pixie kingdom, mainly since Guildmaster Alaric's words still lingered in his mind. And who better to serve in that role than the Vice Guildmaster of the Gardeners Guild?

Meave was instantly taken aback by Orion's condition to fulfil her request. "Mr Orion... Please, I would like you to reconsider—" she began, but before she could finish, Orion swiftly interjected.