Inside the Room
The next step after expressing feelings was, of course, the much-anticipated...
"Junior Brother... do I really have to wear this?"
Cynthia gazed down at her own alluring form—barely wrapped, yet somehow more revealed than concealed. Her cool features were stained peach-blossom crimson. Her lashes trembled. Her amber eyes shimmered with shyness.
She felt the voluptuous curves threatening to burst free. Felt the farm owner's burning gaze upon her.
Her fair, lotus-root arms rose instinctively—to cover, to hide. But pressure only made the plump, seductive flesh overflow from both sides. Her heart raced.
"It's... it's far too suggestive~"
At Wade's insistence, she'd shed her loose pajamas for the ribbon bandeau and high-waisted shorts—worn only once before, in the safety of a dressing room.
The cool Champion, in revealing attire? Irresistible.
"Suggestive?" Wade's voice was firm, amused. "That's exactly the feeling I want!"
He pulled her close.
The Houndoom pack's silver party could wait. Soft, delicious Senior Sister was worth the trade.
"Mmm-hmm... not there... oh, oh, oh~"
Inexperienced, vulnerable, his—Cynthia softened instantly in his arms.
The restraints gave. Two slender, off-white ribbons scattered aside, releasing snowy mounds that had longed for this touch.
Warmth climbed her jade peaks. The cool Champion's pretty face flushed deeper. She bit her moist cherry lips—and let the seductive moans come.
Grasping. Grabbing. Pinching. Kneading. Teasing.
The voluptuous flesh—fair as snow-milk jade—yielded. It transformed under his palms, shaped into alluring forms beyond her control.
So smooth. So tender. Each touch left fiery red trails, like boiling passion made visible. Her legs clenched, fighting the surging flood threatening release.
Assessment complete.
Rosa was outrageously ample. Olivia was delicately luscious.
Cynthia? Tender. Alluring. Irresistible.
His gaze drifted lower.
The high-waisted shorts, like the ribbon top, offered no real defense. Cynthia's tall figure meant they barely covered sensitive upper thighs. Her ripe, luscious jade buttocks were half-exposed, half-hidden.
Warmth surged over them.
"Junior... Junior Brother..." Her voice, usually so cool, now dripped with hazy allure. "Quick... give it to me~"
At his gentle instruction, she lay prone. Her ripe, juicy snowy buttocks arched naturally upward.
In this posture, her well-played peaks—now denied caresses—swayed and bumped unconsciously. Her exquisitely contoured alluring body displayed itself before him. A different kind of enchantment.
"Mmm-hmm~"
As she wished.
A seductive red flower bloomed. Scorching heat filled her.
"Oh, ah, ah~"
The Next Morning
After a night of cultivation, Wade woke to ripe, honeyed nectar.
He turned his neck—and found his cheek pressed against softness.
Cynthia held him like a lovesick woman. Her soft, plump mounds, caressed all night, glowed alluring crimson. Her erect cherries hovered inches from his lips.
Her long, fair, smooth legs pressed against him. Between her thighs, muddy white liquid glistened.
[Deep Interaction with Female Trainer: Cynthia +1]
He inhaled her fragrance—and claimed the reward.
[Cynthia's Blessing (Rainbow)] x2
[Cynthia's Blessing (Gold)] x8
[Cynthia's Blessing (Red)] x10
[Cynthia's Blessing (Red/Gold/Rainbow) ]: Increases the holder's attack power by 200%. Speeds up attack frequency by 100%. When equipped to a Pokémon, increases all move power by 40%/60%/80% and prevents confusion.
Prevents confusion?
Wade's eyebrow rose.
That's... huge.
The trait's significance crystallized immediately.
Many powerful moves carried dangerous side effects. Confusion was the most common—a frenzied state where Pokémon, like yesterday's berserk Articuno, became uncontrollable, attacking friend and foe alike.
Normal-type [Thrash]
Grass-type [Petal Dance]
Dragon-type [Outrage]
All powerful. All dangerous. All risky.
But with this trait equipped?
No confusion. No risk. Pure power.
Wade equipped it to Lilligant without hesitation. For the princess, Petal Dance—120 base power—was her signature. Her finisher.
Now she can unleash it freely.
"Senior Sister. Time to get up."
He patted the perky buttocks of the still-sleeping blonde.
"I... I know G-gently... it's still inside"
Cynthia trembled. The soft flesh, still filled with scorching heat, contracted instinctively. A seductive moan escaped.
Last night, those plump, ripe snowy buttocks had been thoroughly cultivated—each thrust accompanied by warm palm-slaps.
Now, one morning pat, and her conquered body reacted.
"Mmm."
Minutes passed. No movement. Instead, her fair, lotus-root arms wrapped around him. Amber eyes, already hazy, craved.
"Junior Brother... how about a few more times~"
Teasing cat.
Wade's passion ignited. He thrust—and launched a new round.
Flooded by immensity and iron hardness, Cynthia surrendered. Wave after wave of pleasure carried her to the clouds.
"Mmm-hmm I'm about to... about to go again"
More Than Half an Hour Later
Thoroughly satisfied, Wade finally extracted himself—though not without reluctance. The farm awaited.
Damage from last night's battle. Re-tilling. Replanting. Work to do.
"Master~"
Articuno's ethereal call greeted him at the door.
Blue hair. Icy eyes. A sheer white veil barely veiling her plump, soft form. She exuded a refreshing, graceful, cold fragrance—beautiful, untouchable, sacred.
After a night's rest, she'd recovered significantly.
"Good morning, Articuno."
He ruffled her soft, long hair. Unlike Houndoom's warmth, her touch sent cool clarity through him.
Air conditioner? Who needs one?
Summer heat? Hug Articuno.
Winter cold? Houndoom pack.
Problem solved.
After his usual moomoo milk (courtesy of the ever-reliable Milk Cow Loli) and breakfast (Alcremie's careful preparation), Wade led his Pokémon outside.
The cold snap persisted—but the sun shone brightly.
"Meowth~!"
Lilligant darted ahead, eyes wide. The fields sparkled with crystalline beauty—frozen, translucent, magical.
Before Wade could stop her, she bent down, extended her delicate cat tongue, and licked a shimmering icicle.
Flick.
Her fur stood on end.
"Still so greedy." Wade laughed, ruffling her frozen ears. "Those are ice shards."
Cats. Cold. Universal constant.
He surveyed the damage.
Furrows and ridges—destroyed. Soft, fertile fields—now overturned frozen coffins. Compacted soil had cracked into spiderweb patterns. Frost armor, forged by Articuno's Blizzard, filled every crevice.
But the Leppa grain? Harvested. The herbs? Harvested.
No significant losses.
"Alright—Houndoom. Thaw this area."
"Ruff~!"
Howls rose and fell. Dozens of orange-red Flamethrower blasts erupted—a scorching sun descending upon frozen earth.
Ice melted. Soil breathed.
The crystal-clear fields re-emerged in rich, deep brown.
Ready for replanting.
Sunny Day : For a certain period, sunlight intensifies—boosting Fire-type moves, weakening Water-type moves.
With Pokémon assistance, weather itself bent to their will.
Sunny Day from the Houndoom pack. Flamethrower concentrated heat. In just over ten minutes, the snow-and-ice-covered farmland transformed—returning to its original, fertile state.
The moment the last frost melted, Lopunny moved.
No command needed. Her hind legs kicked deftly, burrowing into the soft soil, following the remaining furrow marks with practiced precision.
Diligent. Capable. Perfect.
"Disciple—doesn't that field need re-tilling?"
Cynthia tilted her head, puzzled.
She'd changed overnight. Fully matured into womanhood, the blonde older sister was even more voluptuous, more juicy than before. Her waist and hip curves had softened into feminine perfection. Her amber eyes, when they curved slightly, held an unprecedented lingering charm.
Womanhood suits her.
Following her gaze: the outermost fields remained untouched by flames. Still covered in ice and snow, they glittered brilliantly under the sunlight.
"Hmm." Wade smiled mysteriously. "Those are for something new."
Like a magician, he produced items from the warehouse—things none of them had ever seen.
"Chirp~!"
Articuno, in her Pokémon form, landed. Her ice-blue eyes gleamed.
[Ice Radish] : Consuming slightly increases a Pokémon's perception of Ice-type energy. If one's heart is sincere, this item can be taken to a specific location to summon a specific Legendary Pokémon.
Last night's quest rewards: a red-quality Ice Gem and a heavy bag of Ice Radish seeds.
The Pokémon world had radish variants beyond the ordinary.
Beach Radishes: Grown on beaches, used for Double-Strength Pickles—temporary power boosts.
Black Radishes: Grown in dim fields, increased Dark-type affinity.
Ice Radishes: Grown in snow-covered farmland, increased Ice-type perception—and capable of summoning the Legendary steeds Spectrier and Glastrier from the Crown Shrine.
These weren't ordinary crops.
Articuno's head nearly disappeared into the seed bag.
Wade laughed, gently stroking her beautiful, faceted head crest.
Ice-type attraction. Even unsprouted seeds.
"Articuno—careful with the snowfall range. Just this field."
"Chirp~!"
The elegant Legendary launched herself. Wings spread, catching wind. Her slender, crystal-blue tail swayed across the sky, trailing dazzling ice shards.
[Snowscape] : Snow falls for a certain period. Ice-type Pokémon Defense increases.
Blizzard was too powerful—too hard to control. Snowscape was gentler. Perfect.
Powder snow drifted down. The designated field transformed—pristine white, perfectly covered.
"Sha~"
Gardevoir accepted the seeds. Her eyes glowed violet. Psychic power lifted each plump seed, guiding them precisely into pre-dug soil pits.
The Leppa grain seeds had been specially selected—plump, multi-grained ears, carefully threshed.
The Ice Radish seeds? Ready-made system rewards.
Into the pits. Cover. Water.
Lilligant danced—Rain Dance. Then Grassy Terrain, her movements graceful, purposeful.
Wade surveyed the revitalized farmland and nodded.
Leppa grain would continue as before—Lilligant's daily Grassy Terrain, harvest sold to Uncle Yoshino, household expenses covered.
The Ice Radishes? Different.
Not for sale.
Effects too valuable. And conveniently—an Articuno lived on the farm now. Feeding them to her would boost her strength significantly.
But cultivation required care. Constant snow cover. Direct sunlight? High-temperature necrosis.
"That field is yours now." He looked up at the beautiful Legendary circling above. "Check daily for snow cover."
"Chirp~!"
A happy cry. A new responsibility. A bond.
With the orchard still awaiting new berry saplings, replanting would wait. Wade led Cynthia and the Pokémon back to the Wooden Cabin.
Work done. For now.
The diligent Houndoom pack had already formed patrol groups and dispersed across the farm—watchful, loyal, warming.
Wade headed for the sofa. Television. Relaxation.
Almost.
"President~ I'm back!"
The voice came from outside—seductive, soft, intoxicatingly charming.
Olivia.
The door burst open. Secretary Miss launched herself at him with joyful abandon.
"Go easy—"
He caught her, laughing helplessly. Soft and alluring she might be, but her pounce packed surprising force.
Olivia didn't care about details. Two days apart from the President? Eternity. She attacked.
Across the room, Cynthia glanced up from her communicator.
Two figures. Passionately kissing. Thoroughly entwined.
Before last night, she might have made a comment. Something about restraint. Something about dignity.
Now?
She understood. That hot, burning object's endurance and strength were legendary. Not just her—a dozen more wouldn't last a single round.
A new thought sparked.
Caitlin.
Both Psychic users. They'd have so much in common. And her disciple's strength? Far beyond her best friend's control issues.
Perfect partner criteria.
The cool Champion's eyes lit.
This could actually work.
"Mmm..."
After an eternity of deep kissing, Olivia finally remembered business.
She produced a list. Wade scanned it—Retailer names,密密麻麻, all expressing willingness to cooperate.
"Mission accomplished, President." Pride gleamed in her alluring eyes. "And then some."
"You've worked hard."
He ruffled her soft hair, genuine warmth in his smile.
A business genius.
In just two days, she'd secured preliminary agreements with dozens of En City retailers. The farm's moomoo milk would have no trouble selling.
None at all.