Seriously though , the village of Orion

It was nightfall in the village of Orion, where the air crackled with the warmth of a communal feast.

The villagers gathered to pay homage to their deity, a tradition ingrained in their very souls as a gesture of gratitude for their continued existence.

Amidst the festivities, a primal rite unfolded—the hunting and slaying of a beast, an integral part of their ceremonial customs.

In the heart of the village, the lifeless body of the creature hung above a pyre of crackling flames, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of the gathered throng.

Around the blazing inferno, the women of the village moved with graceful abandon, their silhouettes swaying to the rhythm of ancient drums.

Among them was Ceil, her steps reluctant yet compelled by the traditions of her people. Meanwhile, the menfolk congregated on rough-hewn tree stumps, their voices raised in boisterous encouragement, a chorus of cheers punctuating the night's festivities.

While the village pulsated with frenetic energy, Kim remained a solitary figure at the outskirts, seated amidst the flickering shadows with the weight of the Book of Oric resting in his hands.

Intent on deciphering its ancient script, he poured over its pages with a furrowed brow, lost in the labyrinth of forgotten knowledge.

"Hey there." A voice broke through the hushed ambiance, drawing Kim's attention. The head honcho, a figure of authority in the village, approached with measured steps.

With a serene countenance, Kim lifted his gaze to meet the elder's eyes. "Chief," he acknowledged, his voice a calm oasis amidst the tumultuous celebration.

The man chuckled softly, a warm twinkle in his eyes. "You still cling to 'chief,' despite my insistence that 'honcho' suffices," he remarked, settling beside Kim with an easy familiarity.

As Kim closed the Book of Oric, its ancient pages dissolving into a swirl of ephemeral dust, he met the elder's gaze with a hint of apology.

"I apologize... I'll endeavor to remember for next time," he offered, his voice tinged with genuine contrition.

"You said the same last time," the man noted with a knowing smile.

"I did," Kim admitted, his expression softening as he regarded the elder with a mixture of respect and camaraderie.

The old man let out a sigh, his gaze drifting towards the swirling figures of the dancing women encircling the flames. "Where do you hail from?" He inquired, his curiosity cutting through the night's festivities.

The question caught Kim off guard, causing him to pause in contemplation before responding. "Hammond city," he finally replied, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.

"A city beyond the trees and canyons," the old man mused, his eyes reflecting genuine interest. "Quite intriguing".

"Do you and your people not plan to leave the forest?" Kim asked, "I understand that it's home to you. But, having no sense of the outside world is ridiculous no matter how many times it is explained".

"Is that how you see it now?" The old man muttered.

"Isn't it?".

"To the naked eye, one can say we simply lack enlightenment. But, that couldn't be any more far from the truth. We as a village have a duty to protect something of value that cannot be protected until the chosen on who would break it has been founded." The man sighed, "My father and his father have been protecting it, but with no sign of the chosen one".

Kim stared at the man.

'Helix, do you perhaps have any idea what the old man might be protecting? It's evident he doesn't want to show me.' He said in his mind.

{Negative… but I can run a search and analyze the surroundings for anything remotely related}

'Do that'.

"Perhaps the chosen one doesn't exist." Kim added.

"Perhaps he doesn't." The old man smiled a bit, "And perhaps we've just been blindly protecting something of no value".

He stood up and looked at Kim-

"Regardless, this is a path we choose for ourselves, and one we don't ever plan to look back on, even if it ends up killing us".

Kim looked to the ground, the words of the man sinking in.

"Good night, let me join in on the celebrations."

And with that, the old man left, leaving Kim, seated alone on the log and watching from afar.

.....

As night descended upon the village, a quiet stillness enveloped the once lively clearing, now emptied of revelers who had retreated into the shelter of their tents.

The embers of the bonfire smoldered, casting a dim glow that flickered across the forest floor, painting the scene in shades of amber and charcoal.

Kim, having remained engrossed in his studies apart from the festivities, began his solitary journey back to the tents. Each step was deliberate, his path illuminated by the waning light of the dying fire.

Arriving at his tent, he cast a final glance over the makeshift village, ensuring all was as it should be before disappearing into the comforting solitude of his own shelter for the night.

Inside the tent, Kim's surprise turned to disbelief as he beheld Krista sprawled on the ground, clutching a bottle of wine in a drunken embrace, her soft snores punctuating the stillness of the night. A thin line of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth.

"Seriously, you had to do this in my place?" Kim silently lamented, shaking his head in exasperation.

His gaze shifted upward, where he spotted Ceil sleeping on his small makeshift cot , her form bathed in the pale moonlight streaming through the tent's opening.

Not only that, but her dress had folded upwards, so it was easy for him to see her massive thighs. All it would take was for him to bend his head to the side and he could see her pussy.

Gulp*

He suddenly began to remember the weird dream he had about Ciel, where she was giving him his first and best blowjob ever.

And now that she was lying defenseless in front of him, he couldn't but think to himself, what if he makes her do it to him in real life.