Inside the nightmare.
"Mmm… Mmm…"
"So noisy~"
With a soft, delicate hand—she lightly climbed onto the farm owner's outer restraints.
Darkrai turned her head—glared fiercely at the blue-haired, elegant older sister behind her—struggling violently in a chair—making noise.
"If you don't quiet down—I'll… hm hm."
She moved her delicate fingers—jade-like fingertips lightly touching the smooth, snowy skin in front of her.
Though it was her first attempt—the unexpected heat slightly disturbed her previously calm state of mind.
But Darkrai—suppressing her shyness—caressed for a moment—then threatened in a feigned cold tone.
"You wouldn't want—"
"Me to drain your owner dry here—would you?"
"…"
Articuno's charming face—both elegant and a little angry—stiffened.
This tactic of 'holding the emperor to command the lords'—exceptionally effective.
The blue-haired older sister—filled with indignation—could only watch the farm owner with pitiful, moist, beautiful eyes.
Darkrai nodded—satisfied.
After the seal on Mt. Coronet broke—she had gradually recovered over these past few days.
Her current strength—nearly the same as her peak state—a thousand years ago.
Not only could she easily crush the golden-haired woman and her annoying Garchomp—but even defeating Articuno head-on—no challenge.
"We meet again—trash farm owner~"
Wade tremblingly opened his eyes—greeted by Darkrai's fair, snow-white, pretty face.
Familiar emphasis—familiar attire.
If one could ignore that somewhat morbid smile—a fluttering feeling of wanting to fall in love.
Prerequisite—an indestructible body.
Otherwise—easily 'cut' later.
After a thorough look—Wade breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Still tied to the chair—but no more 'whip, hot oil, pliers, handcuffs' one-stop service.
Darkrai still in Pokémon Girl state.
He could still use Psychic to 'steam' her later.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Even with a trump card—Wade decided to proceed cautiously.
Darkrai in complete form—clearly overpowered. One-on-one—truly unwinnable.
In Darkrai's eyes—the farm owner's wary expression still made her a little displeased.
She wasn't some great demon who enjoyed annihilating humanity.
She just particularly wanted to admire Wade's agonizing, dazed appearance in her nightmare.
Lightly curving her alluring full lips—the white-haired yandere older sister leaned forward.
???
Articuno's pupils contracted slightly.
She had clearly said—if she just quieted down—she wouldn't lay a hand on her owner!
Compared to other Pokémon Girls—this white-haired yandere older sister's offensive attributes—undoubtedly maxed out.
Her soft lips pressed close—soft, slick jade tongue—like a swimming snake—reached deep inside—as if to devour Wade completely—invading every inch.
"Slurp slurp~"
The farm owner—forcibly kissed for a while—was stunned.
No—what exactly are you, this yandere stalker woman, trying to pull?
"Wait, wait a—hiss—"
Before he could finish—Darkrai—blush still lingering from the deep kiss—tied up her silvery-white, silken hair.
Black-stockinged beautiful legs—hidden beneath high-slit skirt—rubbed against each other.
Crystal heels—"clack-clacking" on the ground.
She gracefully lifted her soft, seductive silken feet—placing them precisely on that ardent spot.
The white-haired yandere raised her pretty face—looked down at Wade—tied to the chair—proudly declaring,
"Quiet down. Tonight—you just need to obediently wait to be drained dry by me."
The restraint slipped off—under teasing of smooth, jade-like toes.
Your weakness—right here, isn't it!
Presumably her first time.
Though she had secretly observed Wade and the Pokémon Girls' foot fetish parties—she was still a beginner.
Strength and method—completely lacked technique.
Purely like someone who had found a toy.
Articuno—seeing this—looked on with a pained expression.
Okay, okay—you really think that thing is a toy, don't you?
If you keep playing with such force—it will break!
Darkrai sat lightly on the ground.
Plump, ripe, rounded silken feet—stacked like Jenga blocks—forming a piled-up mountain of black-stockinged feet that pressed down.
Soft, sticky sensation surged—plump, soft, snowy flesh of her feet squeezed out like viscous, smooth dark chocolate sauce.
Looked good—but wasn't very effective—
Even though Darkrai tried everything—she still didn't get the effect she imagined.
"It's quite normal—first time—lack experience."
Wade—unable to move—raised his eyelids—glanced at the bewildered white-haired older sister—expression helpless.
He now understood.
Though Darkrai was a great demon from a thousand years ago—she didn't harbor too much hostility.
More like wanting revenge for their first meeting.
This method of revenge—clearly off-target.
With this kind of footwork—let alone draining him dry.
If not for body greatly enhanced by attributes—he would have been directly crushed just now.
White-haired + yandere + older sister—truly terrifying!
Wade sighed helplessly—deciding to kindly offer guidance.
"First—don't use so much force at the beginning. Start by slowly grinding with your rounded toes—then press down with your arch."
"Hmm—damn it! Who exactly are you—this trash farm owner—looking down on?!"
Darkrai first subconsciously nodded—then angrily interrupted.
Her soft, seductive black-stockinged toes—withdrawn—pressed down again—firmly wrapping around the stubbornly resisting heat.
Not listening, not listening, not listening—
I'm the one who's going to drain you dry—not you who's going to drain me!
I am the true dominator!
"Look—look—I'll step down hard right now… Haaah… why is it so hot?"
Compared to Darkrai's domineering demeanor—as if grinding her silver teeth—the action of her slender, smooth jade feet cupping that ardent spot—was surprisingly gentle and considerate.
Even carrying a hint of seductive coquetry and flattery.
Though her mouth said she wouldn't listen—her jade feet very honestly learned the method Wade had taught.
Arch pressed forward—silky, smooth, viscous stockinged sole—like black chocolate milk—gently pressed and stepped.
Delicate fabric gradually tightened—smooth, tender, seductive feet—no longer pure and flawless.
Black stockings—lightly wrapped around them—became moist and muddy like milky fat—outlining deep, fragrant flesh folds caused by extreme arching.
Feeling the sensitive sole invaded by ardent temperature—this condescending Darkrai also subconsciously trembled—almost too soft to stand steadily.
"Hmm? Will it be very delicious?"
Withdrawing her hot, soft black-stockinged jade feet—Darkrai noticed Articuno's gaze.
Moist, clear, and charming—hidden heart-shaped pupils—faintly revealing longing for this white, moist substance.
"Hoo hoo… this thing…"
She bent her beautiful back—putting her water-stained fingertip into her mouth.
Tender, nimble tongue—skillfully licked and sucked—sensed the aroma blooming from her tongue tip—brows furrowed slightly.
Not as sweet as she imagined. Though taste wasn't bad—felt a bit strange.
"It seems I still need to eat the first-hand one~"
Darkrai's delicate hand pinched the thin string tied around her snowy neck.
One gentle tug—black high-slit skirt half-fell like a flowing stream—dazzling, plump, snowy peaks—completely enveloped the ardent heat.
Soles tired from stepping—good time to switch.
Unlike Miltank's overwhelmingly voluminous mounds—unlike Zapdos's tingling electric current.
Darkrai's snow-white mounds—different texture.
Soft, glutinous, rich—like fine wine that had been brewing.
Not to mention—after clamping—she lightly extended her fragrant tongue—began instinctively licking—adding a few more hints of lustful sensation.
"Hoo—why isn't it ready yet?"
The white-haired yandere raised her pretty head—charming crimson eyes—subconsciously showing a hint of petulant anger.
Black-stockinged jade feet, plump snowy mounds, jade lips—all getting soft from friction.
Yet the ardent spot before her—still stood firm as ever after a short rest—truly infuriating.
Swallowing the white essence—Darkrai—charming eyes like silk from moisturizing—turned her head.
Saw the blue-haired bird Pokémon Girl—looking this way with misty eyes—appearing as if she had been 'cowed' and wronged.
Hmph hmph~ That's right—that's exactly the feeling—
The so-called nightmare—isn't physical. It must directly strike the heart—make them thoroughly feel despair in their depths.
Having just been rejected by Wade—Darkrai immediately got the feeling she wanted from Articuno—mood instantly improved.
"But it's not enough… I need more… a little more."
Cherry lips parted slightly—soft, fragrant tongue half-extended.
The white-haired yandere—deliberately emphasizing her charming gasps—pressed forward.
Beautiful eyes—half-satisfied, half-longing—widened slightly.
Crimson blush spread across her delicate face.
Even the fleeting muddiness hidden beneath her high-slit black skirt—couldn't stop trembling.
There was no turning back now.
Except for that one place—everything else was completely stained with the scent of this trash farm owner.
Darkrai had fully revealed a morbid smile.
Tonight—
She not only wanted to thoroughly drain Wade dry—but also—in front of that delicate, charming Articuno—openly 'have' her beloved Trainer.
She wanted to commit a wife-in-front-of-husband act!!!!!
"Next… it's time for this to be juiced."
Amidst seductive whispers—Darkrai's slender, tender fingers—lightly pinched the hem of her high-slit skirt.
Jade lips bit the skirt's edge.
Gaze fervent.
The tantalizing spot beneath her lustful, hip-hugging black stockings—revealed—like a ripe fruit inviting a taste.
Articuno subconsciously widened her beautiful eyes—only able to watch as this white-haired yandere woman lightly parted her slender, long jade legs—and without any hesitation—completely enveloped and swallowed the ardent heat beneath her.
Wait, wait a minute!
No—
This kind of thing—is not allowed!!!
Having lived for several millennia—Darkrai's tender, plump petals—had more charm than other Pokémon Girls.
Upon slight entry—tightly layered, smooth, seductive flesh inside—sucked in alluringly—making Wade unable to help but blush from pleasure.
"Mmm hmm Too, too deep—ugh"
Accompanied by the resounding breakthrough sound—seductive squelching of water—and blooming red flower—echoing throughout the entire dream—
The blue-haired bird Pokémon Girl—witnessing the entire process—suddenly had her breathing quicken.
Realizing she was about to grind her molars to dust.
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