Village Head's Debauchery
Chapter 246 The Hairy Encounter

However, the scent wouldn't have been bothersome if Orion hadn't been lying naked on the mat, enjoying the massage. Yet, there he was, the aroma of Aunt Greta's sweat tickling his nostrils as he observed her meticulously tending to his leg. With each stroke and touch, she treated his leg with such care and tenderness that he refrained from doing anything that might distract her or shift her attention away from the task at hand.

Finally, a slight, lingering ache tingled through Orion's left leg as Aunt Greta reached for the piece of rag, wiping off her sweat before turning towards him with a warm smile. "That should do it. Now all you need is some rest so that by morning your mother and the rest of your family can come see you," she chuckled, before continuing. "Celeste's face turned ashen when she heard the news, so you better start preparing an explanation for why you did such a thing, alright?"

Observing Aunt Greta preparing to rise while reaching for the wet rag, Orion swiftly feigned a sneeze, "Achhhoooo..." However, he quickly realized that he had underestimated Aunt Greta's genuine care for his well-being as she immediately bent down and placed her hand on his forehead. "What's the matter? Is your nose hurting? Do you feel any discomfort in your muscles?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Orion turned his head towards Greta, his gaze meeting her worried eyes. He replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just a little itch in my nose." He quickly looked downward, realizing that Greta was squatting in front of him. The close proximity allowed him to catch a glimpse of her plumpy thick inner thighs, and combined with the lingering scent that seemed to intensify, it stirred something within him.

Inhaling once more, he watched Greta nodding and kneeling beside him, revealing a hint of her bushy vagina hairs. As she activated her gift, a wave of bluish light emanated from her hands. Orion watched as she gently placed her hands on his forehead, then withdrew them after a few minutes, sighing in relief. "You were right, it's nothing," she reassured him.

Seeing Aunt Greta's relieved expression, Orion picked up the damp rag that had been beside her and began gently cleaning her legs, moving it gradually upwards to her thigh. "You seem to be sweating a lot, Aunt Greta," he remarked casually.

Greta glanced at Orion, surprised by his unexpected gesture. She watched as he used the rag to wipe off the sweat from her thighs. "Well, as I mentioned earlier, I have been working tirelessly throughout the night, using my gift and preparing herbal remedies to assist in your recovery," she explained, exhaling tiredly as she felt the soft touch of the rag caressing her skin.

Orion finally understood why his mouth tasted sour, as if he had consumed something bitter. Regardless, he expressed his gratitude once again, saying, "Thank you for taking care of me, Aunt Greta." Greta's smile radiated with warmth as she listened to Orion's heartfelt appreciation once more. "It's no problem at all. In fact, I would have done even more if I could," she replied.

Orion nodded in understanding and suggested, "Since you've been working so hard, why don't I help you wipe off your sweat?" He looked up into Aunt Greta's eyes, observing her reaction as she stifled a chuckle. 

"Don't worry, Orion. I'll take a bath after this and rest once morning arrives," Greta assured him. But Orion shook his head in disagreement, insisting on assisting her as he proceeded to clean her other thigh.

"No, it's the least I can do. it's nothing worth mentioning," Orion replied, his attention focused on cleaning the area where Greta's thick wide thighs met. As he continued, he casually instructed, "Aunt Greta, could you please open your legs a bit wider?"

Greta gazed at Orion for a moment, her brows furrowing as she contemplated his stubborn countenance. Letting out a resigned sigh, she shook her head, aware that he would persist in replaceing another way to show his gratitude. Rather than allowing him to overexert himself mentally, she decided to adjust her position. 

Recognizing that simply spreading her knees apart on the ground wouldn't allow the rag to effectively clean her thighs and legs due to their size, she lifted herself into a squatting position with one hand supporting her body, providing better access for the cleaning.

Greta widened her legs, making sure to lift the tulga tied around her waist to prevent any hindrance. "Alright, go ahead and help me wipe off the sweat," she said, adding a reminder, "But let's make it quick. Remember, you still need to rest." She observed as Orion nodded earnestly, displaying his understanding.

Internally, Greta couldn't help but release a deep exhale, replaceing his gesture sweet, even if she refrained from expressing it aloud.

Meanwhile, as Greta's legs were spread open before him, Orion was greeted by a rich, intoxicating scent emanating from her body. Strangely, he found himself oddly drawn to the scent as he carefully extended his hands towards the centre of her thighs, starting to wipe away her sweat. With gentle movements, his hand ventured further up, reaching the upper thighs, and he used the cloth to delicately brush against her bushy vagina hairs, taking extra care to remove any trapped sweat within.

Greta, noticing Orion's struggle to wipe off the sweat from her vagina hairs, apologized with a slightly awkward smile. "Sorry that it's a bit overgrown. I haven't cut down there in a while," she said, making a mental note to attend to it later.

Since Greta didn't have a partner or have anyone bartering with her for Kushi due to her prominent protruding buttocks and large breasts, she focused primarily on using her healing gift to sustain herself. As a result, cutting down her vagina hair wasn't a priority unless it grew excessively long and caused inconvenience or discomfort.

However, seeing Orion's efforts, she realized that it would be more convenient for both of them if she cut it down for easier access in case such a situation were to arise again.