Village Head's Debauchery Novels & Stories

" Claire couldn't help but ask. Something wasn't right here. Abigail shook her head, in a deep thought. "Beats me." She said at last. "Should we go and ask him if he knows? Or do you think he does?" Claire could not help but ask aloud. "Yes. We probably should." Abigail stood up. "But I must warn you. The new village head has been in a sour mood all day. I wonder what happened." Claire raced up to catch up with her. Abigail was a fast walker. She looked and acted nothing like her age. Of the times Claire walked together with her, she had always been the one jogging around her.

"How? Why? Since when do we live in the 1800s?" "Since my father decided that selling his daughter off like a business merger was a great idea." Her lips pursed. "I always knew Nelson Sinclair was an ass, but this is a new level of assholery." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "It’s not just him, Val. Daemon agreed to this too." Val let out a humorless laugh. "Of course, he did. That man doesn’t do anything without an agenda. What does he get out of this?"

"Gasp! My Lord! It was more of a group meeting rather than a rebellion! The... Uhh... We...? Were just expressing our feelings regarding the closed ports... Without access to the ports, we can't exactly sell our grains or trade for other necessary foods... so... ur..." "Is that what the village head asked you to say?" "Huh? No! This is... this is true!" "Well. You're not exactly wrong... nor are you right. The village head... well... it's more or less unfinished business." "What do you mean?" "He was involved with the previous House Douwell... in illegal animal distribution, prostitution and slavery." At Xander's words, Mikhail drew a sharp breath and took a step back. His eyes turned toward

"I know it might seem far-fetched, but by overthrowing the vile family of this mansion, we can bring back stability and safety to our village. Let me break it down for you." ‌ She took a deep breath before continuing, "As you all know, the head of this family, Gerald, was a powerful and respected figure. He kept the village under his protection and ensured its safety. But ever since he fell ill, his evil relatives, like Lusiana, Miller, and Vincent, have taken control. They are abusing their authority and using it for their own selfish interests." ‌ Bernard nodded, his expression serious. "So, their actions are causing the village to suffer and attracting those wannabe thugs to exploit us."

'' Reeve and Ray asked, almost simultaneously feeling strange with his sisters. ''You don't know yet,'' said Keffy in a weak tone of voice. Reeve and Ray saw Atthy and Keffy's faces, which looked seriously sad. Their hearts began to pound at the thought of what had happened while they were not in the Village. Their faces that were initially astonished now turned into faces full of questions. ''Uncle Mischa, died a year ago. Now the position of village head has been replaced by Uncle Ruvi.'' ''Yes, now the head of the village is Uncle Ruvi.''

Pure heaven. "Rogues go where they could get young girls to rape and wealthy people to rob. Since this village has only old age people who live off nature, they don't even sniff around. So don't worry, you're safe. Nobody wants to rob old hags who have nothing on them except for ugly wrinkles and stretch marks!" The young man at the reception told her while checking her out.

"Oh? Do you mean to say that this is a ghost village?" Sebastian suddenly was reminded of the old lady. Cohen nodded. "That's right. Why else would even the tigers be too afraid to enter?" Sebastian smiled slightly and said, "Come on. Let's go to the Martial Arts Court." They were in a small village, and there were hardly any villagers there. The branch only had one deacon, who was about 30 years old. That deacon was stewing beef in a large pot in a ramshackle hut with a tiled roof. When he heard footsteps at the door, he hastily picked up his sword and shouted, "Who's there?"

“This village has defied the rule of the Heads, that is treason, only punishable by death. Go inside and kill everyone! There is nothing good coming from this village anyway.” Daito hesitated once more, it was as if his body was lagging. “Did you no just hear me I said go in there and execute everybody!” A

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri

Without imagining that his head was in Gaia's crotch. "You need to set it in that filthy brain of yours. If I only do that to you. No other woman I taste like that!" Damn, he knows! "Okay, I was just thinking. It's my brain's fault, not mine." "Oh yes, how can you and your brain be separated? But even if it is, I believe it because you always do as you please." "By the way, where is everyone, this village is like a dead village. Don't they get up and work or shop? What will they eat if they don't go out?" I changed the topic.