By Lake Acuity
Dusk—like spreading ink—slowly diffused across the horizon.
Above the mirror-like lake—propellers hummed—drawing near. Three silver-gray reconnaissance drones swept across the water. Infrared detectors flashed beneath fuselages—casting blue light spots onto rippling waves.
"Kaa~"
A sharp-fanged Golbat hung upside down from a nearby branch—gaze eerie.
Figures in silver-black uniforms—'G' logo on chests—stood in formation. Patrolling the lake's perimeter with vicious Skuntank.
"Leader—no abnormal energy fluctuations detected."
A purple-haired, balding man in a researcher's white coat looked up at the slender, spear-like figure not far away.
Cyrus. Team Galactic Leader.
Their goal: find the three Legendary Pokémon—Uxie, Mesprit, Azelf—rumored to reside in Sinnoh's three great lakes.
So far—no progress.
Cyrus stood with hands behind his back—perpetually expressionless face turned toward the lake.
After a moment—he ignored Chief Researcher Charon—turned to the young blue-haired man nearby.
"Mars—current progress on the Arceus Plate collection?"
Mars—Team Galactic Commander—silver-black uniform—nodded respectfully.
"Progress smooth. We've excavated the Insect Plate and Flame Plate near Mt. Coronet's foothills. A small incident regarding the Icicle Plate."
He informed Cyrus about Articuno driving them away—and the recent Hiyori Forest incident.
"Wade."
Cyrus repeated the name—low voice—expressionless face hiding all thoughts.
"He's irrelevant to our creation plan. No need to clash unless necessary."
"According to the Celestic Town murals—to find Spear Pillar and summon the Spatial-Temporal Dragons—we must first obtain the Spear Key. Arceus's Plates—a very important medium."
"Understood, Leader. We'll intensify search and excavation. Collect all necessary Plates as soon as possible."
Cyrus forced a satisfied smile—nodded.
"By the way—be careful with search operations. Interpol is watching."
The League had noticed Team Galactic's actions. Cooperating with Interpol. Cyrus's public identity gave him influence—even higher authority than Gym Leader Maylene in Veilstone City.
But concrete evidence in Interpol's hands—considerable trouble.
"Also—Charon. The Celestic Town murals need further interpretation. Our creation plan cannot proceed without the three Legendary Pokémon hidden in the three great lakes."
Giant Ferris Wheel
"Chu... gu chu wuu~"
Seductive, wet sounds of entwined tongues.
The chestnut-haired, high-ponytail girl's face was flushed. Her clear, bright eyes—lightly veiled with hazy mist.
Plump, ripe buttocks—unconsciously rubbing—creating snowy ripples on Wade's thigh.
Gardevoir's psychic energy orb—completely enveloping the passenger cabin.
Neither those in other cabins—nor tourists queuing below—could see or hear the alluring scene inside.
"Hoo ah... Wuu ying~"
After only half a moment of dominance—Hilda's delicate, moist tongue lost all strength. Easily captured by the black-haired youth—skillfully licked—producing hazy, wet sounds.
Having savored her unique sweetness—Wade wasn't content with just that.
"Mmm—wait, wait... wuu my ears—my ears can't—ha ah"
Feeling unprecedented closeness of warm breath—her energetic, clear voice became soft and sweet.
Slender, lotus-like arms—subconsciously wrapping tight around his neck. Long, smooth beautiful legs—coiling around him with force.
Her shoes—unknowingly fallen—revealing exquisitely beautiful, ink-lotus-like pink feet.
Icy flesh beneath white socks—rubbing incessantly against his waist. Deliberately transmitting smoothness of pantyhose—warmth of leg flesh.
Though Gardevoir had shielded the cabin—the scene was still too stimulating.
Just lightly stroked by his warm large hand on her soft, plump, snowy mounds—Hilda's clear, bright, luminescent blue eyes became moist like a lake thawed by spring breeze.
Filled with emotion.
Her soft, cherry-petal lips parted—letting out sweet, delightful moans from her throat.
Slightly different from Rosa, Cynthia, and Olivia—Hilda's sensitive spots were her earlobes, the snowy flesh around her nipples, and her delicate lower abdomen.
Combine tongue licking with hand kneading—and her seductive body would wildly tremble—as if equipped with a motor.
"A... big brother—don't tease me like this... mmm mmm wuu~"
Held in a princess carry—the high-ponytail girl's eyes were hazy. Chestnut brown hair clung to her delicate, snow-like skin.
Her entire body—completely unconstrained—was flushed with a seductive, thin red from arousal. Plump, soft, snowy buttocks—unconsciously rubbing against him—bringing waves of intoxicating, enchanting fleshly sensation.
Feeling the scorching heat beneath her—Hilda gasped slightly—her slender waist pressing forward like a woman in a trance. Glowing blue eyes fixed on Wade's face—filled with adoration and dependence.
But such small interaction—clearly not enough.
"I... I want more~"
"Alright. It might hurt a little the first time~"
Wade knew what she was thinking.
Before boarding—staff informed them—full rotation took about an hour and a half.
Brief intimate encounter—plenty of time.
Gardevoir's Psychic shield—anything up there—wouldn't be discovered.
"Mmm-woo-ah-ah—"
After gently loosening restraints—accompanied by a strong sense of breakthrough—upward thrust of hips—waves of enchanting crimson bloomed from moist, stunning depths.
Listening to her rising moans—Wade didn't unleash full strength—as in the Wooden Cabin.
He held the chestnut-haired, high-ponytail girl before him—began gently grinding and churning.
Even holding back—for Hilda's first time—still a bit too much.
"Eek-woo-woo Mmm-ah-ah—no, it's too—too intense"
Snowy-white, plump spheres—tightly held in his warm hands—squished and squeezed—into various alluring, suggestive shapes.
As Hilda's delicate moans and seductive gasps suddenly intensified—her exquisite, lotus-like legs—beautiful as icicles—trembled along with her full, soft breasts—tightly wrapping around the black-haired youth's waist.
Like pearls and jade ground together—her fair, delicate, rounded toes shook violently.
At times—instinctively curling when roughly kneaded.
At other times—spreading open with slow grinding.
Perfectly echoing the rhythmic tightening and sucking of the hot, soft, alluring flesh between Hilda's thighs.
The swaying cabin. The slowly moving Ferris wheel.
The sky—gradually entering night—was adorned with the last glow of sunset—its gentle afterglow.
Below—boundless lights of Snowpoint City—sprawling Mt. Coronet—intertwined.
Creating an unprecedented sense of transparency—intense stimulation—extremely romantic and provocative.
After Hilda's sweet, song-like moans—her body—completely lost in ecstasy—was thoroughly branded with Wade's mark.