"Articuno—I'll leave it to you."
Holding Irida's soft, tender little hand—Wade lightly leaped onto the Legendary Bird Pokémon's back.
They needed to go to Mt. Coronet—look for a Chargestone Cave—collect Never-Melt Ice.
It happened to be on the way for Articuno's night patrol.
"Chirp~"
Without immediately flapping its wings—the naturally cool, charming Articuno turned its head.
Seeing the tall, long-legged blonde girl hugging Wade tightly—it immediately felt resentful.
It had thought its Trainer wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night—specifically to go into the wild—to be alone with it~
As a result—why was there someone following behind?
How hateful—
"Hmm... alright, alright—remember to come to my room next time."
Noticing this resentful gaze—just like Gardevoir's—like a woman left alone in an empty room for many years—Wade patted its head—couldn't help but chuckle.
After being captured—these distinct, beautiful Pokémon Girls—apart from daily life and battles—thought most about how to lure their Trainer into a private space—to monopolize him for intimacy.
Even Articuno—a Tier 2 Legendary—was no exception.
"Chirp~"
After bargaining with its Trainer—the Legendary Bird flapped its icy blue wings—took to the sky.
Accompanied by a cry that echoed through the sky—a biting cold wind headed toward nearby Mt. Coronet.
Only a few minutes later—the foothills came into view.
"Whew~"
Jumping onto snow-covered ground—the blonde girl—dressed in cool but not revealing clothing—happily squinted her eyes.
"How is it? Still more comfortable here, right?"
Wade instructed Articuno to patrol nearby—turned to look at Irida's expression of pure enjoyment—chuckled.
"Mm-hmm! It's not so hot here anymore~"
Irida excitedly tapped at the cold mist appearing in the air—then wrapped her arms around Wade's arm.
A happy smile—on her fair, pretty face.
Previously—she'd held a faint sense of dignity as Pearl Clan leader. But at her core—Irida was still just a young girl—pure and innocent.
In front of Wade—she often revealed a vibrant, energetic—slightly delicate, cute side.
"Master—what are we looking for this time?"
Like a girlfriend—she lightly rubbed her soft cheek against his arm—not forgetting the night's business.
"Chargestone Cave. And collecting Never-Melt Ice."
Wade gently rubbed her hair—led her forward along the winding snow mountain road.
Due to magnetic fields—Chargestone Caves appeared in certain locations. Habitats for many Steel and Electric-type Pokémon.
Thunder Wave—year-round—was necessary for Nosepass and Magneton to evolve.
Most typical in Mistralton City—Unova. But he'd searched online—seen posts from Trainers on the League forum.
Chargestone Caves also existed on Mt. Coronet. Over a decade ago.
"This doesn't seem to be it either."
After over an hour of searching—Wade and Irida looked at each other—sighed in unison.
Marked caves either didn't exist—or because of some special incident—magnetic force had dissipated—completely abandoned.
No Chargestone Cave. But they'd discovered no fewer than ten ice caves.
"It doesn't matter—we can go to the Valley Power Plant later. Plenty of Electric-type Pokémon there."
Wade patted the dejected blonde girl's head—chuckled.
"Since that's the case—we can't come for nothing. Let's go into the ice caves—collect Never-Melt Ice."
"Ooh... Master—there's a lot here!"
After another half hour—sharp-eyed Irida discovered another deep ice cave—overflowing with cold air.
Her pretty face lit up with joy—she turned—waved excitedly at the farm owner behind her.
For this blonde girl—who didn't fear bitter cold—who'd once lived on pure white frozen lands—coming to Mt. Coronet to hunt for treasure was no different from returning home.
In just the blink of an eye—she'd led Wade around various ice caves—collected quite a bit of Never-Melt Ice.
"Well done—this is high quality~"
Taking the glistening, crystal-blue ice block from Irida's hand—Wade looked—couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
[Never-Melt Ice (Red) ]: Ice that insulates against heat. When held or absorbed—increases Ice-type move power by 25%.
Unlike many dark conspiracy-themed Pokémon novels—in the real Pokémon world, these were naturally produced in very high quantities. Many Pokémon had limited capacity to absorb item energy—most were low quality—white or blue.
Such Pokémon items were not as priceless as one might imagine.
Under Irida's efficient guidance—the Never-Melt Ice they'd collected was worth about 50,000 PokéDollars at most. The bulk of that value—from this red-quality piece.
Wade's original intention wasn't to sell them—but to decorate the room. So the blonde girl in front of him would be more comfortable living on the farm.
"M-Master—do you feel cold~"
After collecting—Irida, sitting on the ice cave floor—cast her gaze over. A warm flush appeared on her face—for some reason.
"It's alright. Maybe my hands are a bit cold."
Wade nodded slightly. Entry support—ice cave environment wouldn't affect him much. Just after touching so much Never-Melt Ice—his palms inevitably felt a bit of cold, stinging pain.
The blonde girl noticed his slightly reddened hands.
She leaned in with concern—grabbed his hands—rubbed them a few times—then suddenly remembered something. Her pretty face flushed red—voice soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"I-I can help Master warm up... using that."
Under Wade's surprised gaze—Irida lightly lifted her thin red and black top—bringing her exposed, plump snow-white curves close to his palms.
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Inside the silent ice cave.
"I-It was sister Hilda who told me—Master really likes this way of warming hands... Is it too much?"
"Not at all. I really do like it."
Though he didn't know what impure methods Hilda had transmitted to Irida—as a normal man—Wade naturally wouldn't easily let go of the snow-white curves in his hands.
These "small steamed buns"—slightly smaller in scale compared to Akari—had a unique charm when looked at closely.
Soft. Glutinous. Smooth. Could be held in one hand.
Even as a pure, innocent young girl—those ample, snowy breasts seemed as if filled with sweet, feminine, rich milk.
Just a gentle force—they overflowed from between his fingers—bouncy, soft, tender texture—giving the farm owner a feeling of flowing, alluring, slightly astringent pleasure.
"Mmm-huh—ah—the feeling of being held by your palms... I clearly wanted to warm Master up—but why has my body suddenly become all hot too?"
With flushed face and cherry lips slightly parted—the blonde girl—now suffused with bewitching, faint red—gradually narrowed her alluring eyes.
Not the stuffy heat after strenuous exercise. Not the intense heat from temperature rise.
Simply by smelling his scent so close—her tipsy, intoxicated pretty face was already dyed with a blush. Her lively, fluorescent blue eyes—lost focus—rolled back—leaving her to the farm owner's mercy.
Wade's warm, large hand slowly climbed onto the alluring, red, fleshy curves—beginning to knead slowly at times—ravage fiercely at others.
The moment he tasted the snowy, creamy honey valley—overflowing with milky fragrance—the blonde girl's heat-hating body issued a stern warning. Attempting to prevent her temperature from rising—by constantly twisting and dodging.
Her dazed consciousness—unable to command her body.
Her soft, ample, jade-like torso—stuck to Wade's hands as if glued.
As time passed—the delicate snow-white mounds grew increasingly sensitive—drawing soft, seductive moans—escaping her lips despite delicate fingers stifling them.
"N-no—not there anymore—it's too hot up there—ahhh eeehmmm Master—p-please... change to another spot."
The incredibly alluring golden-haired, long-legged young woman lightly bit her cherry lips—beautiful eyes unconsciously drifting toward a spot not far away.
The smooth icy walls—clearly reflected both their forms.
At this moment—Irida looked entirely like a cat in heat. Flushed deep red—seeming ready to squeeze moisture from her snow-white complexion.
Shimmering blue eyes—misty, wet—blurred further by tears of pleasure—into a more liquid, hazy filter.
If he kept attacking there—she would absolutely, absolutely faint—wuwuwu~
"Alright. I'll switch spots then."
Wade gently lowered her lifted clothing hem.
Even if she hadn't spoken—he would have shifted focus downward eventually. Compared to soft, delicate snow-white mounds—those plump, slender, beautiful legs clearly held more allure.
Unlike before—when her legs were smooth, snowy, and bare—this time when going out—the golden-haired girl had deliberately chosen a fresh pair of white stockings from her drawer.
Tender. Soft. Utterly captivating.
Just from sitting on the ground—her full, plump bottom was completely enveloped—tightly hugged by the white stockings—like overflowing dough—slightly distorting the delicate fabric of the outer layer.
After Wade removed her shoes—those long, plump, full, fair-white beautiful feet were fully revealed.
Springy softness—like snow cream. Faint, feminine fragrance—of a young woman.
From Wade's perspective—he could not only see the pale pink hue of her soles—but also catch a glimpse of Irida's lace panties—inadvertently dampened from the caressing of her snow-white mounds.
Of course—the main focus was the silk-clad feet before him.
Smooth as jade—looking like a fragrant, delicious white silk snow cream.
Perhaps it was her first time wearing white stockings—coupled with her first time exposing her sensitive, tender feet to a member of the opposite sex—Irida swallowed lightly.
Her rounded, snowy toes wriggled beneath the fresh, moist silk fabric—instantly making the farm owner struggle to restrain himself—wanting to fiercely capture and discipline them with his mouth and tongue.
"Hah?"
Soft, snow-cream-like silk feet—felt like a summer dessert that melted in the mouth.
Devoid of any sweat odor. Fresh, subtle fragrance of the young woman—and the milky scent of the silk-clad feet—exploded across Wade's taste buds.
In such close, intimate contact—the fragrance of the golden-haired girl's feet wafted gently.
As the fresh, translucent white stockings became thoroughly soaked—a rich, intoxicating feminine scent—mixed with her rising body temperature—drifted into Wade's mouth.
Fresh. Fragrant. Intoxicating. Leaving a lingering sweetness.
"Mmph! Master—how could you just..."
Instantly—Irida's rounded toes trembled like startled little rabbits—struggling slightly—but never escaping the farm owner's fierce onslaught.
The smooth, fragrant white silk—gently bitten by Wade.
After savoring the creamy, milky texture—Irida's tender, pure white silk-clad jade feet—like budding gardenias—trembled violently—unable to hide their reaction.
Unusual sensations—from her instep and sole—made the golden-haired girl instinctively bite her pearly teeth. A rosy warmth spread across her jade-like delicate face. Her cherry-red lips held out only briefly—before releasing waves of seductive, disordered moans.
For those who fear the cold—if feet are well insulated—bodies are less likely to feel chilly.
Conversely—for a girl like Irida—naturally sensitive to heat—being disciplined by Wade's mouth and tongue had already pushed her body temperature to a dangerously critical point.
"I-I can't take it anymore... my body is getting so hot!!!"
Merely having her snow-cream jade feet held in a warm mouth—licked and sucked for a while—was enough to make the golden-haired girl climax uncontrollably on the spot.
Her full, jade-like body—utterly defeated by the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
Her soft, dough-like jade buttocks trembled violently.
Her heat-sensitive delicate body—reached the peak of its temperature at this moment.
Waves of sweet, rich feminine fluid—gushed forth—soaking the entire thin, fragrant lace panties.
"Hah... gurgle, gurgle~"
Lewd squeezing sounds—echoed throughout the ice cave—perfectly blending with Wade's sucking on her snowy toes—further stimulating the heat-intolerant girl.
"N-no—it's not like that... it's just involuntary... that's why such lewd, lewd sounds came out."
"Master—hohohoh don't... don't eat anymore... Zhu—Irida is going to faint from the heat—wuwu"
"Slurp, slurp... so soon?"
Before he could finish—seeing the golden-haired girl's beautiful eyes suddenly roll back—as she leaned against his chest like an obedient kitten—Wade paused for a moment—finally released the fragrant snow cream—shook his head helplessly.
At this moment—under the combined effects of having her 'snow cream' eaten—being unable to withstand the climax—and her body temperature reaching its peak—Irida had indeed fainted outright.
A constitution that withstands cold but not heat—has its pros and cons.
The advantage: simply having someone she cared for draw near and play with her carefully—would make her act like a thoroughly steamed maiden—her mind already hazy and dazed from the heat—yet her alluring, delicate body still instinctively pressing closer to serve.
To some extent—compared to dealing with a charming, mature woman where a single glance tells her whether to stick out her tongue or raise her hips—the sense of conquest from disciplining a 'steamed maiden' is far more intense.
But the downside is obvious: before even reaching the main event—her body temperature skyrockets—and she faints from pleasure.
Muttering a slight complaint in his heart—Wade gently helped Irida tidy her clothes.
Though the flames just stirred within him hadn't been quenched—he wasn't a pervert—or someone who treated women as mere vessels for venting desires. Since the other party had no energy left—it was best to let her rest properly.
Seeing that Irida definitely wouldn't wake up anytime soon—Wade decided to sleep in the ice cave tonight.
Compared to the cramped, stuffy farmhouse—for this girl from a thousand years ago—being closer to nature was far more comfortable.
"Mmm..."
After a while—feeling herself placed on a flat ice platform—the sleeping golden-haired girl instinctively wrapped her arms around Wade's arm—her petal-like lips mumbling softly.
Articuno patrolling outside. No other humans or wild Pokémon intruding. Very safe.
Wade lightly wrapped an arm around Irida's waist—drawing her closer.
Sleep here tonight—tomorrow morning—straight to the valley power plant.
Besides intimate activities—capturing a few Electric-type Pokémon to generate power for the farm—is also very important.