Night – The Wooden Cabin
Under Cogita's guidance, Hilda walked into the bathroom with her change of clothes.
Pokémon—either in their Poké Balls or lying on the living room sofa—drifted into sweet dreams.
A dark shadow swept past the windowsill.
Darkrai—who had snuck in—looked around.
No ambush. No strange golden-haired woman. Like last time.
"Hiss~"
Following the route from memory—through the door crack—directly to Wade's room.
Darkrai concealed herself in shadows. Yandere smile. Terrifying.
After many days—she had returned to Hiyori Town Farm.
This time—no one to stop her. She would properly discipline this detestable farm owner.
She raised her hand—about to use her nightmare powers—looked at the two figures on the bed.
Her expression froze.
A man and a woman alone. Faces flushed with passion.
What were they doing?
"Not like this tonight. Let's try something new."
Inside the room—Wade looked at the blue-haired loli who had already impatiently stuck out her perky bottom.
Pokémon Girls weren't truly human in the literal sense. Their appearance—somewhat like beastfolk girls in a Western fantasy world.
Ms. Gardevoir—flowing white gauze dress—fair, delicate elven ears.
Milotic—revealing bikini—gentle, charming personality—fair, snow-white lower abdomen adorned with a few remaining colorful fish scales. A succubus-like tattoo—loyal only to her Trainer.
Houndoom guard team—white jade-like demon horns—heart-shaped tail above luscious hips.
Alluring dog-girl appearance.
As for Sneasel—this blue-haired loli—her cat-like ears and soft, fragrant tongue.
He completely loosened the scorching restraint beneath him.
"Here—this is your reward. You have to swallow it all~"
He'd promised a reward with a thick, large club. He would not go back on his word.
Struck fiercely and hotly on the face—the flat-chested yet explosively-hipped blue-haired loli was momentarily dazed. Stunned.
"Mmm..."
The next second—Sneasel's self-initiated action directly caused the farm owner to shudder.
She gently leaned down—soft, pliant mouth slightly opening.
A visible surge of icy mist and cold air violently swept up.
"Sss—!!!"
Feeling the intense cold erupting in that scorching spot—Wade's eye twitched.
Houndoom group session—warm, blazing heat.
This—Sneasel—flat-chested, explosively-hipped loli—heart-palpitating, icy chill.
Fortunately—he'd equipped the cold resistance perk from Hilda. Otherwise—he really might not have been able to handle it.
"Huh... t-too cold? I used a bit of Ice Shard just now—I thought Master would like it this way..."
"S-sorry—Master—I'll help you right away... It should warm up like this, right~"
Sneasel—realizing her mistake—hurriedly lifted her charming, watery, crimson-hued eyes.
Her parted, delicate cherry lips—actively moving forward to envelop and gently suck.
Ice-type. Temperature lower than other Pokémon Girls. Strength still far from Articuno.
Fragrant, smooth, jade-like tongue—gently winding up—still warm. Soft, tender, pliant.
The icy band wrapped around the scorching heat—gently teased apart by Sneasel's tender tongue.
Frost receded. Warm, fragrant tongue began to lick.
Clinging ice shards—slowly melting within this blue-haired loli's mouth.
Lascivious hot mist filled the space.
Alternating hot and cold. Dual sensations of ice and fire.
The farm owner exerted a bit more force.
Such a delicate, soft Pokémon Girl—deserved to be bullied fiercely!
The fully swollen, scorching heat—forcefully thrust deep inside.
Sneasel—who loved being ravaged like this by her Trainer—was filled with amorous passion.
Flushed cheeks. Delicate jade-like nose—pressing forward together. Waterfall-like soft short hair—falling down accordingly.
Wade lowered his head—could vaguely see through gaps in her hair—her pretty face—slightly suffocated from the deep throat.
Beautiful crimson eyes—rolled upward—turning white.
"Mmmph... mmm... gurgle gurgle..."
Pokémon Girl. Highly adaptable to such things.
The moment she choked—her delicate throat trembled and convulsed.
Gradually rising suffocation—pleasure of her throat completely blocked by scorching heat—exploded violently.
"N-not there... eek!!!"
The blue-haired loli—still trying hard to wrap and suck—trembled subconsciously.
From her blocked throat and tongue—she struggled to let out faint, almost inaudible moans.
The farm owner's large hand rose—slapping her raised, plump, snow-white female buttocks hard.
Amidst continuous echoes of slapping flesh—those two plump, snow-white, creamy mounds—like fresh, tender peaches—were grabbed and ruthlessly ravaged under Wade's palm.
Besides being forced into various lewd, indecent shapes—it also transmitted waves of sweet, pleasurable sensations that melted her heart.
Hmm... is this the latest training method?
Darkrai—hidden in the shadows of the room—subconsciously widened her crimson, beautiful eyes.
From her perspective—she could clearly see Wade ravaging Sneasel with an unimaginably huge object.
Deep-throat penetration. Spanking the raised buttocks.
After intermittent crying and moaning—that cat-like blue-haired loli began to tremble violently—as if whipped harshly all over her body.
The bursting spray—like a violently rushing waterfall—directly broke free from the restraint of azure blue garter stockings.
With no barrier left—streams of sweet, fragrant honey juice shot out from behind her buttocks.
Sticky fluid almost washed over Sneasel's stockings—coating them with a viscous, gel-like texture. Just a slight touch with force—could squeeze out countless sprays.
But what surprised Darkrai the most—the usually expressionless farm owner now seemed a bit unhinged as well.
Facing that extremely tight, vacuum-like cavity—and Sneasel's lewd gaze unconsciously looking up from below—Wade felt a strong sense of conquest surge from his body.
The numbing pleasure brought by the tight, wrapping suction also rushed in.
Under dual stimulation—Wade could no longer suppress his body's impulses.
Fiercely filling the blue-haired loli before him.
"Hah~"
Darkrai—hiding in the corner—was stunned.
Worldview—greatly impacted.
A thousand years ago—the most common training method was imprisoning the other party in a dungeon—whipping them fiercely with a whip soaked in hot oil.
The method she'd planned for Wade's nightmare.
But during her first training attempt—she was forcefully pressed to the ground and ravaged by Wade—due to unknown Psychic abilities.
Truly broke her defenses.
But now—
A brand new training method.
More efficient.
Special effect against the farm owner.
[Deep Interaction with Farm Pokémon: Sneasel +1]
[Ice Blade (Rainbow)]
[Ice Blade (Red)] x5
[Ice Blade (Red/Rainbow) ]: Greatly increases the holder's cold resistance. When equipped to a Pokémon—increases power of all Ice-type moves by 30%/50%.
"A... big brother—then I'm going to start~"
After Wade successfully took Sneasel's virginity—leaving the masochistic blue-haired loli in a lewd, ahegao, peace-sign pose—Ms. Hilda joined the battlefield.
The high-ponytailed girl—pretty face flushed—pressed against the soft bed—lifting her snow-white, white-stockinged legs.
Accompanied by Wade's sharp intake of breath—those delicate, shapely white-stockinged legs wrapped and pressed over.
Her pink toes—lightly tapping on the scorching heat's tip like massagers.
Sticky fluid—stretched by her ten toes into several lewd, stringy lines.
Hilda's first time trying this method—surprisingly knew how to extrapolate.
Sometimes gently gathering—slowly teasing.
Sometimes tightly gripping—firmly pressing.
Under alternating slide of her silk-clad feet—charming, soft foot flesh licked over inch by inch.
Bringing immense stimulation.
"Hah~"
Unlike the enjoying Wade and Hilda—the studious Darkrai watched the entire process with shining eyes.
"Hah..."
After a while—Darkrai—already flown back out of the cabin—gently looked back. Thoughtful expression.
She hadn't completed her original plan tonight. Curiosity had won.
But she'd gained a lot of information.
Compared to thousand-year-old whipping training—today's world had other methods.
Iced deep-throat wrap and suck.
White-stockinged feet—light teasing—fierce stepping.
Both seemed able to send that farm owner named Wade into ecstasy.
Hmm... likes using Psychic abilities to suck me over, does he?
Next time—I'll just play along!
Believing she'd found Wade's weakness—Darkrai nodded secretly. Yandere smile.
Compared to humanely destroying him with Dark Pulse—she much preferred to appreciate the other party's look of agony and ecstasy.
A grand plan slowly unfolded in her mind.
Drag the farm owner into a dream.
Pretend to be subdued by his Psychic abilities.
Go with the flow—use her own mouth and foot flesh—to fiercely ravage that huge thing of his.
Until—completely draining him dry!!!