Firstly, Orion glanced around the room and observed that his sisters were all sound asleep, likely having dozed off while he was still immersed in the backyard bath. With his attention redirected towards his mother, he took a deep breath and began, "It's about my memory loss." Celeste's brow furrowed in response to his words, unable to suppress her concern. "Haven't we discussed this before?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and gentle reproach. "Didn't you express the desire to make new memories and live your life to the fullest?" Her brows knitted together in contemplation as she added thoughtfully, "Or is this related to something else entirely?".
As Orion locked eyes with his mother, he nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes, it's about something else," he confirmed, carefully gauging her expression to determine the right words for explaining the situation. "It's about the true events that led to my memory loss. I didn't simply walk to the other side of the river on my own. Instead..." Orion commenced with his explanation, recounting both the tale Gorg had disclosed to him and the family's immediate desire to apologize once they had discovered the truth. Upon concluding his account, he was met with a sight he had anticipated: Celeste's face twisted with anger, her teeth audibly grinding in fury.
"Is that all?" Celeste inquired, making an effort to steady her frayed nerves after absorbing everything he had disclosed. "Yes, that's all," Orion replied, his head bobbing in confirmation. "So, what do you think about it?" he asked, his gaze fixed upon his mother, brimming with curiosity to discover her response. He had made it explicitly clear to Gorg that it would ultimately be his mother's decision to handle, considering she was currently shouldering the responsibility of caring for all three of them. Furthermore, she was the one most deeply affected by his memory loss, leaving him with no reason to withhold the decision-making power from her.
"We do nothing," Celeste replied, a cruel and irritated smile gracing her face as she locked eyes with Orion. Caught off guard by her unexpected response, Orion sought clarification, uttering a, "Huh?" He had anticipated her exploding in rage or succumbing to her short-fused temperament, where he would have no choice but to exert all his efforts to pacify her. However, her subdued reaction puzzled him. Celeste let out a deep breath before elaborating, her voice laced with bitterness, "If I'm not mistaken, the reason they suddenly decided to apologize is that they realized you had awakened a six-star potential during the inner strength evaluation. They fear that you may eventually regain your memories and pose a threat in the future when you become a powerful and influential warrior. So, their intention is to settle our differences now, ensuring you won't report the matter to the village chief or trouble them later." As her grinding teeth grew louder, she continued, "If only I had known they were so cunning and evil, I would have never accepted the friendly gestures they extended to us, nor allowed you to befriend that boy named Gorg in the first place."
Suddenly, as if the subdued emotions on Celeste's face and the grinding of her teeth were nothing more than a fleeting illusion, they vanished in an instant, swept away like a gust of wind. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she declared, "Instead of offering them a response, we will leave them in a state of uncertainty and fear, aware that there is a possibility of something bad happening in the future." A proud smile adorned her face, a testament to her satisfaction with how she had handled the situation. With the weight of this calculated decision resting upon her shoulders, she eagerly awaited the unfolding of events, intrigued to witness the effects of this newfound stress on their adversaries.
Orion listened attentively, unable to resist asking, "Is that how you intend to handle this?" Celeste's expression hardened as she nodded firmly, giving him a reassuring "Yes." She began to speak further, saying, "And although Gorg might be y..." but before she could finish, Orion interjected, "Don't worry, I won't stand in your way or sabotage your plans." Celeste blinked in surprise at her son's words, asking, "You won't?" Orion nodded in response, affirming, "Yes, I won't." His gaze drifted down to her tightened fist before him. He recognized the immense effort his mother had invested in their survival, coupled with the profound impact his condition had on her. He understood her need for an outlet to release her frustration, and he saw no reason to interfere since Gorg and his family had willingly walked into this situation, just as the previous Orion had unknowingly stumbled into his own predicament, despite their pure intentions.
As such, in the midst of it all, Orion's throbbing shaft stirred beneath his tulga, as he observed his mother's body stretching in both satisfaction and fatigue—a clear signal that she longed to prepare for a restful slumber. In an instant, he seized her waist and effortlessly guided her to perch atop his throbbing penis, catching her just as she attempted to rise to her feet.
Despite Celeste's initial inclination to protest, considering the early morning task of crafting clay pots for tomorrow's market square, she found herself instantly soothed as she felt his scorching member pressing against her covered buttocks. Recognizing his desire, she gracefully shifted her weight, slightly elevating herself on her toes, and extended her hand downward, reaching between her legs to firmly grasp his veiny penis from underneath his tulga.
Employing the sway of her waist, she sensually ground her exposed asscheeks against his waist, igniting a rhythm that set their bodies ablaze. With each deliberate motion, she skillfully pumped his penis with her hand, enjoying the throbbing sensation that coursed through her palm, while her protruding buttocks maintained its mesmerizing sway against his upper waist.
'Damn,' Orion's inner voice resounded with a mix of astonishment and anticipation, spurring him to stretch his legs forward in order to indulge in an even more enticing massage than he had ever experienced.
