"Ugh."
Disturbed by the nightmare—Articuno woke up in a cold sweat—early in the morning.
But she seemed to have woken up too late.
When she tremblingly opened her eyes—she witnessed the dream's cuckolding scenario reflected in reality.
Sure enough—this wasn't a dream—wuwuwu~
[Deep Interaction with Farm Pokémon: Darkrai +1]
[Soul-Devouring Nightmare (Rainbow)] x3
[Soul-Devouring Nightmare (Gold)] x23829
[Soul-Devouring Nightmare (Red)] x12
[Soul-Devouring Nightmare (Red/Gold/Rainbow) ]: Greatly enhances the holder's resistance to drowsiness—speeds up mental recovery. When equipped to a Pokémon—increases Dark-type move power by 30%/40%/50%—and deals additional damage of 30%/40%/50% to sleeping opponents.
"This cannot continue!"
Seeing Darkrai had been draining him all night—and still wouldn't give up—the blue-haired, gentle, refined Queen—initially immersed in the reality of being cuckolded—only paused for a moment—instantly became anxious.
Her slender, snow-white hands reached forward—completely pulling apart the mortise and tenon structure before them.
It... it wasn't that she was simply envious.
If this continued—her beloved Trainer would sooner or later take on the shape of this detestable, insidious, cunning, perverted, white-haired woman!
"You outsider—you white-haired yandere, dark woman—I won't hold last night against you. But this morning—it can only end here!"
"Hmm?"
Darkrai—interrupted mid-way—her face darkened.
"I think it's clearly you—blue-haired bird-girl—who wants him, right?!"
Having lived for thousands of years—how could Darkrai not guess Articuno's thoughts? She spoke bluntly.
"..."
A brief verbal skirmish.
Both turned their gaze to Wade.
A classic harem Pokémon Girl group fire incident.
Facing such danger—the weak Trainer could only hide in a corner—trembling under the pressure of the inferno.
A hesitant Trainer—looking left and right—could easily be 'cleaved' by one side for not making a choice.
Wade—at the center of this inferno's vortex—after a moment of contemplation—extended his large, clearly jointed hand—decisively gave both Pokémon Girls a flick on the head.
"Pop!" "Pop!"
"Ugh…"
Accompanied by crisp sounds—and simultaneous charming moans—Wade's gaze was deep—he complained.
"I say—Trainers aren't your toys—"
Regarding having a harem—the farm owner had always been very open—stating he only wanted to give every lovely Pokémon Girl a big home.
"Nah~ My insignificant farm owner is really greedy."
Though slightly dissatisfied that she couldn't possess her Trainer one hundred percent—this white-haired Queen only frowned slightly—not showing the yandere-like behavior of picking up a cleaver.
With a light pinch of her delicate fingers—she pulled the strap of her dress—which had slipped to her snowy shoulder—back up.
Darkrai tied up her scattered silver-white long hair.
Sticky, hot, fragrant, ripe, honeyed lips—slowly approached Wade's ear—exhaling warm, intoxicating breaths.
At this moment—she was no longer the arrogant, cold person from their first meeting.
Mixed with a touch of infatuation and charm—and overflowing, palpable possessiveness.
"Hoo But… I never said I didn't like it. Even if there are a few more, dozens more, hundreds more—it doesn't matter"
Amidst her soft, seductive words—Darkrai's smooth, fragrant, soft jade tongue—continuously teased and licked the Trainer's earlobe.
Her crimson beautiful eyes—sparkled like peach blossoms—filled with tender affection.
"After all… I only need you."
She looked at Wade—revealing another yandere-like smile.
"In the days to come—I will—"
"Always. "
"Always. "
"Watch you. "
"No running away, no escaping, and no sneaking off. "
Compared to splitting Wade into several portions with Dark Pulse—Darkrai—captured into a Poké Ball for the first time in thousands of years—felt that a complete Trainer was still the best.
Like, like, like, like, like, like!
After breakfast—perhaps stimulated by her utter helplessness against Darkrai last night—this usually gentle, graceful Articuno's gaze was unusually cold—face like frost.
With the thought of wanting to become stronger—and eventually make Darkrai taste defeat—she bid farewell to her Trainer—set off to fly to the ice cave on Mt. Coronet—for extra training.
Wade watched the ice-blue silhouette gradually disappear—gently shook his head—only able to pray.
May those wild Trainers who accidentally pass by Mt. Coronet—not be casually buried by Articuno with a Blizzard.
As he turned—about to call the two Hisui girls to head to the lakeside—he suddenly noticed something unusual.
Floating lightly within the shadow he was dragging on the ground.
No need to say more—just the sight of that signature white hair—told him it was that Pokémon Girl.
Even though she had been caught red-handed—those captivating crimson eyes didn't even blink—remaining fixed on the farm owner's face with an unmistakable 'don't you dare run, I'm going to stare you down intensely' attitude.
Wade instinctively wiped the fine sweat from his forehead—expression rather helpless.
This white-haired yandere—really is addicted to tailing Trainers!
Compared to Ms. Gardevoir's stalker-like tendencies—Darkrai was undoubtedly far more dangerously obsessive.
Gardevoir—accommodating Pokémon type—possessed resolve to risk her life to protect her beloved master—hadn't reached the point of clinging relentlessly without a moment's separation—occasionally revealing a hint of cool, delicate nature.
Darkrai—yandere heavy-girl type—the emotional buildup over a thousand years—had found complete release.
That she hadn't confined Wade in a little black room for days of endless 'juice extraction' imprisonment—but instead chose to share the Trainer's 'usage rights' with other Pokémon Girls—was already the greatest concession she had made.
Wade was genuinely afraid that while walking around—this white-haired yandere nightmare god might lose control—directly hit him with a [Dark Void] —drag him into a dream for some intense 'juice extraction'.
"Master—let's hurry up and go~"
Akari and Irida—cupping their hands like megaphones—called out loudly.
The nightmare god gently blinked her crimson eyes—retreated back into the Trainer's shadow.
The gloomy white-haired yandere—was currently only interested in two things.
First—conducting 'juice extraction' operations targeting the Trainer.
Second—hiding in a corner—enjoying the pleasure of silently watching the Trainer alone.
If disturbed by others—she would hide away in an even more concealed spot.
"Unexpectedly cute, really—"
Wade couldn't help but break into a smile.
After all—who could refuse a white-haired yandere onee-san—who wouldn't resort to a 'kitchen knife'—and whose eyes were completely full of you?
The so-called peeking from the sidelines—was both an overflowing possessive desire for the Trainer—and a protective method unique to Darkrai!
Suppressing his stirring thoughts—the farm owner turned his gaze toward Akari and Irida.
The two youthful, beautiful Hisui girls—holding professional harvesting shears—had been waiting obediently in the villa courtyard—for quite some time.
"Let's go."
"Today's task—harvest waterside herbs by the lake."