Village Head’s Debauchery

Elara nodded thoughtfully. It was widely recognized that the Crystalforge clan remained staunch adherents to the millennia-old traditions, making them one of the few clans still upholding these customs. What set them apart, however, was their unwavering devotion to Naka, even more fervent than the rest of the kingdom’s clans.

Milleniums ago, their society had been one where women held sway and ruled, dominating every sphere of power. 

But over time, the dynamics shifted, and men gradually assumed more responsibilities that they had been excluded from before. 

Despite these changes, their god Naka had once communicated with them, expressing no disapproval of these developments. However, this transformation ultimately pushed their society to new heights, with some vehemently resisting the change, only to succumb to it a few years later.

Of course, while some men proved themselves strong and capable enough to take up leadership roles, there remained a handful of clans, like the Crystalforge and Quartzwraith clans. These two, in particular, maintained a facade of male rulership to deceive the public, but the truth was that women secretly held the reins in these clans.

In contrast, clans such as the Prismaflow Clan, the Luminaris Clan, and her own, the Gemheart Clan, didn’t harbour such reservations. 

Elara was more than willing to yield control to her husband, letting him shoulder the responsibilities of leadership.

“So, what are you going to do now?” She asked, observing her husband’s slumping shoulders as he hurriedly shuffled through some papers on his desk as if searching for something. She wanted to know if he had any plans for addressing the issue so that she could offer her suggestions if he didn’t.

“Forge an alliance with the Luminaris clan,” Garnet said as he rummaged through the scattered papers on his desk, searching for a particular document sent by the Clan Head of the Luminaris Clan a few days ago, which proposed an alliance. ‘Ah, here it is,’ he thought triumphantly as he retrieved the paper from beneath the others, then continued, turning his attention to his wife.

“Although it might be tempting to disclose this information to the public right now, given how the king downplayed the arrival of the outsiders under the pretext of punishing his daughter, it might be wiser for us to maintain secrecy and strengthen our alliance with the Luminaris clan. Then, when the time comes and the news is made public, we can seize the opportunity to manipulate the rumours to our advantage.”

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Meanwhile, Elara blinked in surprise as her husband laid out his plan, realizing that her advice might not be necessary this time. A smile crept onto her lips, and she rose from her finely crafted crystal chair. 

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Elara locked eyes with her husband, her hand lightly grazing the hem of her garment. Slowly, she raised it, revealing her waist. With a sultry tone, she purred, “Perhaps I should reward you for coming up with such a clever solution to this delicate matter.” Her two fingers touched and parted her narrow, pinkish lips.

Garnet couldn’t help but gulp as his gaze wandered from his wife’s hips, down to the gemstone, and then further down to her narrow vagina framed by a black, luscious bush. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “I… I thought something was wrong,” he stammered, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Elara furrowed her brow, puzzled. “Like what?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” Garnet finally blurted out, his voice quivering with a hint of hesitation.

Elara’s eyes widened with realization, and a sly smile curled on her lips as she understood Garnet’s concern. “Oh, were you expecting me to walk around in my panties to your study room, making it clear to everyone in our clan that I’m claimed by you? Or perhaps you just enjoy the way it looks on me because I happen to be your wife?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. Her raised brow and mischievous expression only added to her naughty tone.

Flashing your underwear to the public had once been a symbol of submission to a man, signifying that you’d relinquished control of your household and life to him, as a way to break free from millennia-old traditions. 

However, as time passed, it evolved into a trend where any woman with enough wealth to afford a pair of panties joined in. The Crystalforge clan, known for their unique ability to craft anything from clothing to weapons with their gems, was the sole source of these custom-sized panties.

Since every woman’s figure was different, only the affluent and influential could commission these undergarments, leading others to view them as a symbol of status and power. As a result, many eagerly embraced this newfound sense of social standing.

Those who couldn’t acquire a pair of panties were often relegated to a lower social class due to their inability to afford such a status symbol.

However, Elara was not one to blindly follow trends. She typically only wore panties when her parents were around, maintaining the appearance of a respectful wife even though it was now a fashionable norm. However, with her parents gone and some time to herself, she felt liberated from societal judgments and saw no reason to conform to such expectations.

As she looked at her husband with that same naughty smile, she realized she didn’t need to say another word. 

He stood up from his seat and knelt beside her, causing her to adjust her posture so that her parted pussy lips could meet his lips. She said seductively, “There you go, dear,” while lovingly running her fingers through his blue crystal locks, “Take your time and savour it slowly.”