Chapter 224 - 225: Night

Chapter 224: Chapter 225: Night

The wild battle unfolded across the house, lasting for many exhausting hours until Arielle finally collapsed, completely sprawled out across the bed. Her body was a total mess, slick with sweat and spent fluids, and the surrounding bedroom looked like it had been hit by a storm of pure passion.

"Hoh... looks like you’ve finally crumbled completely, Mom. That was one hell of a fucking session," Owen chuckled with deep, thoroughly satisfied exhaustion as he caught his breath.

It was finally time to get up and head out for the grand closing ceremony of the festival.

"Good evening, everyone! Especially to the brave men who joined us tonight for the grand closing of the festival! This special audience setup was personally requested by the Savior himself, making this a truly historic night for our village!" the old grandmother announced proudly, standing straight behind the wooden podium with an enigmatic grin.

"As you all well know, this festival is traditionally meant for women only... but because of our immense blessings, a special dispensation has been granted. Please, enjoy the spectacle!"

She raised a hand and signaled a group of helpers. Instantly, a temporary wooden partition was hoisted up right at the front of the square, entirely blocking the men’s view of the main stage area.

"Uhh... what on earth are we supposed to do with that big wall? How are we even supposed to watch anything if there’s a massive barrier right in front of our faces?" one of the local men muttered, scratching his head in utter confusion. He was completely clueless about what the event actually entailed.

"Don’t fret, and please try to look a bit more dejected, gentlemen. This partition is meant to act as your protective barrier. Just remember that each one of you must stay strictly confined to your designated wall space."

"It’s designed for your privacy, as well as the absolute privacy of the women receiving their sacred baptism from the Savior," the old woman explained, pointing out a series of small, carved compartments built into the structure.

"Uhh... so we get our own little private cubicles, and then we’re supposed to look at the women’s baptism through these tiny peepholes?" Morenne’s husband asked, blinking in disbelief at how utterly bizarre the setup was. Who watches a sacred ceremony through a hole the size of an eye?

It was beyond strange.

"Yes, exactly! You can enjoy your time peeking through there. This is a life-changing baptism, so don’t you worry about a thing—just sit back and enjoy the view," the grandmother replied cheerfully.

"Another question, Grandma," the man who ran the local grape farm called out, raising his hand tentatively.

"What is it? Go ahead and ask whatever you’d like, dear."

"What on earth is this lower hole for?" The man pointed to a second, smaller opening carved lower down on the wall, positioned right at the exact height of a man’s crotch.

"Ahh, that thing? It’s provided for your convenience, though I honestly don’t recommend trying to push your luck with it. Just stick to using your own hands for comfort," the grandmother smiled slyly. What was the point of worrying anyway? The wooden wall was thick and sturdy—how could any ordinary man hope to pass through a gap like that with such a meager size?

"Ahh, is that so?"

"Yes, indeed. Now, are there any other questions before we begin?"

"Ohh, I’m quite curious, Grandma. Did Owen actually make it here tonight? He mentioned earlier that he planned on watching the ceremony," Pamela’s husband asked, looking around in surprise, since he hadn’t spotted the young man anywhere in the crowd.

"You mean our dear little flower boy?"

"Yes, Grandma."

"Huhu... he’s out there right now... oh, quite busy behind the scenes preparing a few special surprises for everyone."

"Did you give him some heavy chores to handle? You really should have just asked us older folks to do it instead. We might be old, but we can still manage manual labor—Owen is still just a young boy, after all."

"Hukuku... do not underestimate our young man, everyone. The flower boy will arrive right when he is needed," she teased mysteriously.

"Ohh, well, that’s good to hear then."

"Are there any more questions?" she called out across the square one last time. When absolute silence met her query, she nodded with satisfaction.

"All right, now that the hour has finally come, let’s officially begin the closing festival!"

She snapped her fingers sharply. Instantly, dozens of glowing lanterns surrounding the entire open space flickered to life, casting a warm, magical glow over the square. It created a breathtaking, deeply atmospheric festival vibe, beautifully enhanced by decorative flowers and colorful drapes.

"Wow, what a grand opening... I wonder what they have planned next," a local man mumbled under his breath, thoroughly impressed by the sudden visual transformation of the square.

"You said it, that was a flawless execution. Hehe, oh look... there’s a woman walking out onto the stage."

The men instantly went silent, their attention violently hijacked as a stunning woman stepped into view wearing a tight red tunic. Her gorgeous curves were starkly visible under the lantern light, and the heavy bounce of her massive tits and full hips made every single man in the viewing stalls swallow hard in unison.

The strangest part? Her face was completely concealed behind an intricate, traditional fox mask.

"Gulp... what the hell... this is getting way too wild," Grizzle’s husband whispered hoarsely, his eyes glued to the breathtaking woman in red.

"I totally understand how you feel..." Another man groaned quietly, his hand instinctively dropping down to twitch against his crotch. If one looked closely enough through the dim lighting, the distinct, hard outline of her erect nipples was clearly visible right through the thin fabric.

"B-But... who on earth is that...? Is she some kind of traveling visitor?" another spectator stammered, his mind racing with wild, frantic fantasies.

"Maybe? But why is she just standing right out there in the open like an offering..."

"Oh, wait a second... look over there! Another woman is walking out!"

The men’s eyes strained to keep up as a second figure appeared. This woman was dressed in a sweeping, midnight-black tunic that draped all the way down to the floor, moving with a slow, hypnotic grace. Her heavily busty frame swayed with every step, and to complete the mysterious ensemble, she wore a striking bird mask over her face.

"What is happening here? Is this seriously still part of the normal festival? Why is it getting so damn wild..." Another man couldn’t help himself, his fingers automatically fumbling with his belt as his erect member strained furiously inside his pants.

"L-Let’s just wait and see. We don’t know the full deal yet... but I’m willing to bet this whole setup is strictly for us. Look at those lower holes again," a grape farmer whispered eagerly.

"Let me try pushing through..."

One eager man immediately pressed his rigid member against the lower opening, hoping for the best. It had been a very long time since he felt this kind of raw, unfiltered arousal—and the fact that it wasn’t coming from his own wife made the thrill infinitely more potent.

"What the...?" The man was forced to halt abruptly, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his thick, throbbing tool stubbornly refused to push through the narrow wooden aperture.

"Turns out Grandma wasn’t kidding when she said it’s best to just use your hands... maybe that’s all those lower slots were ever meant for."

"That is... weird."

"Definitely... but damn if it isn’t working."