Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 222 The Oldest Tree Nymph, Anara

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"We can't," the Village Chief's voice resonated loudly from a distance as I watched him emerge from the pool of thick liquid that resembled water, flowing down his skin as he stepped out. "Unless you possess the gift to turn back time and present your plan to us several months or years ago, returning the children to their families now would be catastrophic, especially after they were declared dead."

Internally acknowledging the Village Chief's words, I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could escape, the tree nymph beside me abruptly raised her hand, signalling me to stop. Her narrowed eyes darted between the Village Chief and me, as if contemplating her options. Eventually, she settled her gaze on the Village Chief and uttered, "Chief, I believe you can make your way back to the village on your own. Once the young one has calmed down and is ready to return, I will ensure his safe journey back."

My eyes averted as I noticed that the Village Chief stood naked, granting him much-needed privacy. However, I listened intently as he responded, "Very well. I will leave him in your care then."

With that, I turned my head to witness him adjusting his tulga just in time for him to morph into his giant Green Horned Owl form. With a powerful beat of his wings, he took off, soaring into the wind, and vanishing in the direction of the village.

As the Village Chief disappeared from my line of sight, I let out an exasperated sigh and refocused my attention on the tree nymph.

"You see, the Village Chief and the others did what was necessary to protect the village," the tree nymph remarked.

"I know," I replied, nodding in agreement.

The tree nymph pressed on, her voice filled with concern, "As a warrior, you will eventually be part of a team or a group. And, I sincerely hope that you never find yourself in a situation where you have to make the same difficult decision as the Village Chief and the others -to sacrifice the life of one for the sake of many."

As she continued to speak, seemingly doubting if I had truly calmed down, I quickly interjected, "I understand their actions and the reasons behind them." I exhaled deeply, stretching my body and arms. "It's just that being confronted with all those revelations and bombarded with that information so suddenly, it was only natural for me to react the way I did," I admitted, sighing.

Furthermore, considering the plan that I have devised, it means I will be responsible for the welfare of the village, even if it's on a smaller scale.

This also means that I will inevitably encounter challenging situations where I will have to make decisions that could greatly impact the lives of others, whether they approve or not.

Even if it is a tall order for someone like me, adapting will be the only option I have if I want to continue enjoying the benefits of this world. But hopefully, I won't have to make a decision like that too soon.

Upon hearing my words, the tree nymph's face lit up with a radiant smile. "So, where were we?" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. "Oh, that's right! You still need to immerse yourself in my pool to finalize the healing process."

Nodding my head in understanding, I made my way toward the small shimmering lake, setting aside my tulga nearby. As I dipped my foot into the liquid, a sudden wave of coldness rushed through my body, causing me to jerk back instinctively. Glancing at the tree nymph, who wore an amused smile, I couldn't help but ask with apprehension, "What's in this lake?" Considering the unusual texture and the unexpected sensation, I couldn't help but wonder if something had been added to the lake or if it was something entirely different from water.

"This lake contains a unique substance that has been accumulated over millennia from the flowers of myself and the previous overseers, who were the oldest tree nymphs of their time," she explained, her expression alternating between seriousness and amusement. Once she was done speaking, my eyes widened in realization, and I couldn't help but feel astonished.

If what she said was true, then I was about to bathe in the vagina juices extracted from the flowers of several tree nymphs. However, before I proceeded to immerse myself in it, I felt compelled to ask, "By the way, you still haven't told me your name."

The tree nymph knelt down beside the lake, her gaze focused on me as she spoke. "Child, my name is Anara," she introduced herself, then asked, "And what's yours? I believe the Village Chief may have forgotten to introduce us to each other?"

Despite being addressed as a child, my mind was no longer burdened by the intrusive thoughts from hours ago, allowing me to appreciate the stunning sight of Anara's nipples protruding through her net-like dress. "My name is Orion," I responded, feeling a surge of blood rushing through my body, causing my once-limp penis to quickly become erect.

"Alright, Orion," she said jovially, "just go ahead and take a dive, that is, of course, unless you don't want to fall sick a few days later," with her hand reaching towards my hair to ruffle it up before she retracted it.

"Alright," I responded. Before I thought silently. 'If immersing myself in some ancestral pussy juice can calm down my mind and bring me some rest, why not give it a try?' 

With that thought in mind, I gently dipped my foot into the thick liquid, enduring the biting cold that caused my teeth to chatter. Emboldened, I submerged my other foot, preparing myself for the impending icy shiver that would shoot up my spine, and without hesitation, I fully submerged myself in the depths of the lake.

After I had quickly dived in, I swiftly realized that I had underestimated its viscosity. The dense liquid clung to my skin, making it difficult to breathe. But, surprisingly, despite the lack of air, I felt my body filled and nourished, as if there was no deficiency.