Late at Night – Hiyori Town Farm
This was the last night before departure.
Wade and Cynthia engaged in a fierce, no-holds-barred battle. No Pokémon. Only hand-to-hand combat. The duel would end when one side was completely exhausted, unable to continue.
"What truly novel rules."
The Blonde Older Sister Figure—clad in that seductive red gown—elegantly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Her soft, full lips brushed against Wade's earlobe.
"A challenge. I accept." Her voice was honey and steel. "Junior. You mustn't hold back."
She lightly licked her moist, jade-like lips. A single tug—slender, delicate hands—and the red gown fell away.
Seductive clothing came in many forms. Different combinations created unexpected chemistry.
Petite Alcremie in pure white stockings, with pitifully charming eyes, ignited the urge to embrace and ravage.
Sensuous Lopunny in a lace bustier and alluring black stockings, feigning reluctance with every pose, set a Trainer's heart ablaze.
But for those with truly exceptional figures? No embellishment was needed. Mere exposure became a feast for the eyes.
Cynthia needed no adornment.
"I'll go first."
Under the soft bedroom lighting, the cool, distant Sinnoh Champion arched her beautiful back. Her soft, delectable, ripe snow-white mounds swayed. Voluptuous flesh—delicate as snow-fat—was exposed entirely to Wade's gaze.
A slender hand lifted. Restraints fell away.
"How... truly powerful and passionate~"
Her flushed face already burned with pure, bewitching crimson. Longing moans escaped her moist cherry lips.
Wade's eyes widened.
This wasn't the usual approach. No cupping overflowing snow-white breasts. No jade-like lips parted, delicate tongue swirling.
Cynthia tossed back her soft, silken golden hair. It intertwined—perfectly forming a hair-nest. Meticulously maintained, incredibly smooth, lustrous as a waterfall.
And wrapped tightly around him.
The texture was exquisite. Rivaling luxurious white silk.
Each caress, each thrust, sent countless strands surging—rubbing, soothing—drawing involuntary sounds of pleasure from Wade's throat.
When the brilliant golden tips were lightly stained white, Cynthia straightened. Her peachy, perky buttocks pressed back—pressing two alluring patterns into the soft bedsheets.
A slender, fair, seductive foot climbed toward that intense heat.
White fluid—like a small stream—gushed from between her lightly parted jade legs, soaking the sensitive base of her thighs.
"Mmm-hmm~ Junior." Her voice was lazy, triumphant. "How do you like this combination move?"
Her boneless jade-like foot lifted naturally. Delicate, snow-white sole—fresh from deep water—glistened. Exquisite pink toes stretched, drawing glowing, translucent white threads into enticing arcs.
He should be finished.
"Wh—... what?!"
Cynthia's jade eyes trembled. She covered her mouth in shock.
That intense heat—the moment her foot moved away—had returned to a state that made her heart pound.
"Hmm." Wade chuckled, shaking his head. "Very powerful, Senior. But your attack had little effect."
Sinnoh Champion indeed.
In just a short time, she'd developed a hair + foot combination move. Novel. Creative. Effective—for a moment.
But with his enhancements and battle experience, he'd instantly adjusted. Recovered to peak condition.
"Now. My turn to counterattack."
"Mmm-hmm-hmm... Hmph... Oh—oh, oh, oh?!"
The Next Morning
Wade held the soft Blonde Older Sister Figure by the waist, helplessly poking her forehead.
"Senior. Time to leave."
The battle had raged from nine last night until ten this morning.
Sunlight crept through the window, gently covering their bodies—soaked with the evidence of their war. Cynthia had fainted in defeat countless times, yet each time after a short nap, she'd wake with hazy, unsatisfied eyes and pounce, demanding another round.
After a night like this, the once-cool, enchanting Blonde Older Sister Figure was thoroughly flushed with seductive blush. Her voluptuous snow-white mounds had been kneaded until painfully erect. The breathtaking place beneath her had been stretched, turned inside out, overflowing with white fluid that could no longer be contained.
"D... damn it. How could this be?"
She looked down at her ravaged state. Her flushed cheeks puffed out. Her amber eyes—misty with tears.
For the Sinnoh Champion, losing even a single Pokémon battle was rare. Last night? Fifteen matches. Fifteen losses. Total defeat.
A resentful glance at Wade.
That hateful Junior. In every sense of the word, he hadn't held back.
After brief rest, Cynthia dressed.
A thin white top as inner layer. A dashing black coat lightly enveloping her soft, tall, delicate figure. Away from Wade, she would never choose those sensuous, revealing clothes. She returned to her world-facing image: the cool, powerful Sinnoh Champion.
"Wait until I've rested. Then we'll battle again!"
Her fierce challenge was accompanied by puffed snow-white cheeks—like a bullied squirrel.
Wade chuckled.
Outwardly cool. Inwardly soft and alluring. In battle—regular or sensual—she gives 100%.
Fifteen losses? Even her excellent mindset couldn't handle that.
Half an Hour Later
Kimura arrived with the construction team.
More workers this time. Over twenty trucks rumbled toward the farm, mountainous piles of materials visible in the rear compartments.
"Mr. Wade. Location chosen?"
Wade pointed to open ground west of the farmland.
Close to the fields. Close to the lake. Daily views of thriving crops. Leisurely fishing when time allowed. No mountains blocking the eastern view.
A sunny lake-view home.
Kimura surveyed the site. High and dry. Facing the sun. Natural slope for drainage and moisture prevention.
"Excellent choice. We'll start today."
Poké Balls opened. Work partners emerged.
Sturdy Machoke. Cute-looking Heracross—strength disproportionate to its appearance. Thick-bodied Hariyama, bulging with muscle mass.
Construction began in earnest.
Lopunny watched curiously from the cabin door.
Wade felt his own surge of enthusiasm.
"Alright—time to replant the berry seedlings!"
He called his Pokémon and advanced toward the Mountain Orchard.
"Ru~"
The Houndoom pack followed through the fields. Ahead: the orchard—still covered in ice shards, crisscrossed with ravines from Articuno's rampage.
Work to do.
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