"Whoosh——"
On the high slope of the Tree of Beginning, bursts of pleasant autumn wind brushed past, lifting the young girls' flowing, beautiful hair or dense, thick fur. At the same time, it also brought traces of cool comfort to the playing female Pokémon.
Lorze's family had hiked up the mountain to this point, and they were currently enjoying free time here.
The Pokémon wives were also very curious about everything nearby. Plus, it was still early for lunch, so after getting Lorze's promise, they scattered in all directions.
Opportunities like this are rare. What girl wouldn't want to enjoy sweet one-on-one time with her deeply beloved husband? This was actually no exception for the mothers either. They simply handed their babies over to the little nanny, Indeedee, to take care of.
"No problem, leave it to me. Big Sisters, have fun playing❤~"
"Thank you so much, Little Sister Indeedee!"
The hardworking little maid smiled and waved her hand without any complaints. After all, this was her duty since coming to this home, her designated job.
However, Indeedee's micro-expressions were still very rich. Knowing she had lost her entertainment time, she lowered her soft, beautiful eyebrows, slightly turned her cheek, and cast an expectant yet subtle gaze in the direction of her husband and master, happening to meet Lorze's eyes.
The two flirting with their eyes, the love and deep affection in their gazes were almost palpable, as if clear river water was flowing in their pupils.
The tacit understanding between them required no verbal communication. The young man understood Indeedee's meaning, so he smiled and nodded. This promise fell like a shooting star in Indeedee's inner world, making the little maid feel reassured and happy.
After all, Lorze also knew Indeedee worked very hard, so he had never mistreated her, whether materially or in their sex life. And she also knew her meticulous husband would definitely notice her dedication and then provide compensation. The eye contact at this moment was exactly confirming this point.
With effort comes reward, and labor becomes highly meaningful. In the end, Indeedee willingly gave up her rest time and began toiling again, accepting the babies to look after them without any complaints.
As for the several little girls, they all blinked their large eyes and stared at Indeedee's face, seemingly not unfamiliar with her.
Although they had indeed left the side of the mothers they depended on the most, they often saw Indeedee in their daily lives. To the babies, she was perhaps the most familiar person besides their mom and dad. Because of this, they didn't cry or fuss but stayed quiet and peaceful. This way, the rest of everyone could play without any worries. This was truly exceptionally rare.
On the other side, several young girls had surrounded Lorze, seemingly wanting to pull Lorze to play with them.
Seeing his wives' great hospitality was hard to decline, the young man secretly sweated: What clingy little goblins!
However, Lorze was also full of confidence. Fortunately, he had enough things this time to deal with this group of playful little girls—he came prepared, having prepared quite a few fun things in advance, such as a kite and a football, respectively corresponding to the kite-flying and Cuju (ancient Chinese football) activities in the Double Ninth Festival customs.
Even this kite was custom-made by Lorze, its shape closely resembling Latias!
"Wow~ This kite is so cute!"
The intelligent dragon sister rolled her large eyes upon seeing this kite. Quirky and mischievous as she was, she giggled and praised it endlessly, which also made everyone laugh.
"Latias saying that herself is way too immodest!"
"Hehe~"
Unable to out-stubborn his wives' enthusiasm, Lorze fiddled with it together with them. He held the string on the grass, letting Latias fly in the air and pull the kite.
The dragon sister looked at the kite under her claws. This little trinket happened to be in her own likeness. This feeling was truly indescribably wondrous and peculiar.
But... to be fair, the craftsmanship of this kite was indeed exquisite.
After the young man ran on the ground pulling the kite string for a while, that red and white "Little Latias" steadily floated in the air under a slight breeze, immediately drawing bursts of excited cheers from the wives on the ground.
"Hey, it worked! Piece of cake. Then... who wants to come fly it?"
"I want to!" "No, no, let me play first..."
"Alright, alright, let's take turns one by one. Since Latias helped, let Latias go first?"
Not just the dragon sister, naturally every wife had the opportunity to hold the kite and play with it for a while. More importantly, Lorze would also keep them company by their side.
Often, their hands would overlap together. Sometimes he would simply hug the deeply beloved girl in his arms to let her pull the string to her heart's content. The interaction between husband and wife was ambiguous and romantic. The feeling of flying a kite hand-in-hand was truly incomparably wonderful.
If one had to say there was any drawback, it might be that the time was a bit short. After all, they were taking turns, so no one could play for too long.
However, ultimately, this guy Lorze had a great time! The experience of flying a kite with each wife was different. One was very reserved, another was very lively. There was absolutely no such thing as aesthetic fatigue. It was just a little bit tiring, but being able to exchange it for his wives' smiles made it all worth it.
As for the Cuju activity later on, that was a grand game everyone participated in together.
At first, everyone was obediently playing traditional Cuju with the football. But someone, who knows who, played dirty mid-game, causing the football's trajectory to suddenly change direction at a very bizarre angle. At a glance, it was obvious that telekinesis had been used to interfere!
Lorze raised an eyebrow: You guys truly aren't even trying to hide it anymore. Since that's the case...
After that, whether it was Lorze or the wives, everyone adopted a stance of unlocking their restrictions, demonstrating their telekinesis control skills one after another like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their special prowess. The scene could be described as quite chaotic, but surprisingly very lively. At least everyone was having a great time playing, so Lorze also fully immersed himself in it.
The telekinesis competition got carried away. The round football truly bore too much weight it shouldn't have borne. As a result, halfway through, it exploded into pieces with a "BOOM" sound. The visual impact shattered like a celestial maiden scattering flowers!
If it weren't for the fact that the Cuju ball couldn't withstand the tearing of telekinesis and directly exploded, perhaps they could have played even longer...
During exercise, the soreness and fatigue weren't obvious due to mental excitement. But once they stopped, it became very clear. Coincidentally, Lorze took the opportunity to propose stopping and resting for a while, which also received unanimous approval from everyone. From this perspective, perhaps the football exploding was a blessing in disguise.
Coincidentally, the time was approaching noon. Indeedee and Absol coordinated again to start preparing lunch, taking care of the matters for a picnic in this place.
Because it was climbing high for the Double Ninth Festival, the lunch also had very strong Double Ninth Festival characteristics. They were some very delicious-looking Double Ninth cakes—these were also made from a mixture of Berries, glutinous rice, and japonica rice.
A plain-looking piece of Double Ninth cake entered his mouth. The first thing that struck him was the soft, sticky, glutinous tactile sensation.
The steaming aroma of rice carried a warm, mellow sweetness. The cake body, a blend of glutinous rice flour and japonica rice flour, possessed just the right amount of toughness and elasticity, sticking and lingering between the teeth.
Upon careful tasting, the jujube paste filling was delicate and dense, sliding across the tip of the tongue like silk, releasing a deeper, more profound sweetness. As for the candied Pecha Berry preserves decorating the surface of the cake, they brought a moist, chewy texture and a sweet adjustment.
The Double Ninth cake seemed unsatisfied with merely occupying the young man's taste buds; even its scent faintly acted up. Fortunately, the elegant fragrance of sweet osmanthus was faint and subtle, not overpowering the main flavor.
Lorze continued chewing. The walnuts he accidentally bit into were also crispy and oily, breaking the uniformity of the glutinous rice amidst the monotonous flavor and sparking surprising layers.
The cake body itself was moist and palatable. Slightly hard after cooling, but even softer, more glutinous, and fluffier when steamed hot. Whether it was cold Double Ninth cake or hot Double Ninth cake, Lorze had prepared both, and the Pokémon wives also tasted them according to their preferences.
Although the color of this Double Ninth cake wasn't bright, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say its appearance was ordinary, the interweaving of rich textures was like a solid and warm comfort in autumn days, carrying the joy of the season.
Eating a piece of Double Ninth cake and taking a sip of chrysanthemum tea, he felt completely refreshed and perfectly content.
Right while eating, Zoroark took this excellent opportunity to approach Lorze. She wanted to drink chrysanthemum wine to her heart's content with Lorze. As for her intentions... whether it was truly to enjoy the pleasure of drinking or to get Lorze drunk and do other things, that remained unknown.
Lorze frowned.
Zoroark was, after all, a woman full of wildness. It wasn't strange for her to like drinking. But for Lorze, he was truly poor at holding his liquor. Furthermore, eating Double Ninth cake while drinking chrysanthemum wine, wouldn't that seem a bit weird?
Despite this, Lorze couldn't bear to refuse Zoroark. For no other reason than Zoroark being truly too beautiful...
"Mom!"
Zorua, trotting behind her mom, came over following the scent: How could she let Mom monopolize Dad!
"Zorua wants to drink too!"
"Hmph hmph, no. Zorua is still too little, you can't drink alcohol."
The mother shoved her daughter aside to make her stay away from herself and Lorze. It's hard to say whether this carried a bit of selfish motive.
But at least Lorze approved of not letting young girls touch alcohol, even if the other party was a Pokémon.
"Th-That's right. You have to wait until Zorua grows a bit bigger before you can drink. Zorua has to be obedient, okay?"
Lorze stroked the little fox's head and spoke with gentle persuasion. He then handed Zorua a piece of Double Ninth cake as compensation, but the little fox still seemed a bit disappointed.
"Woo, Zorua understands..."
Even after driving Zorua away, Lorze still looked hesitant. Seeing her husband looking so useless and unable to drink, Zoroark slightly curled the corners of her mouth. She directly swallowed the chrysanthemum wine in one gulp, used her fox claws to prop open the young man's mouth, and in a kissing posture, wantonly poured the chrysanthemum wine in her mouth toward Lorze's mouth!
"Mmh-nn❤... Zoroark❤... Don't ugh❤..."
The usual Lorze was indeed not good at drinking. But at this moment, it wasn't up to him at all. The sexy mother fox, with perfectly plump muscles, was using a very domineering yet doting posture. With two fox paws, she gently supported her husband's face. Using mouth-to-mouth feeding, she poured the rich, mellow chrysanthemum wine she had previously held in her mouth, carrying her lewd saliva, gurgling into Lorze's mouth. Under the continuous bobbing of his throat, it slowly flowed down his esophagus into his stomach...
"Glug, glug, glug❤..."
When the chrysanthemum wine first touched his lips and tongue, the tip of his tongue felt a slight coolness like a clear spring. The silk-like, light liquor slid across the surface of his tongue. A crisp, cool aura went down his throat, as if his mouth had contained the evening breeze of an entire autumn.
Lorze, passively swallowing the chrysanthemum wine, felt it was novel: This liquor had none of the sticky, heavy feeling of turbid wine. The mouthfeel was vastly different from what he had speculated, making Lorze feel very novel.
A rich and bewitching fragrance gradually unfolded in the young man's mouth. At first, it was like the steaming breath of grass and trees, and then it revealed the unique, slightly bitter fragrance of chrysanthemums.
Even, this fragrance didn't seem to seep out from the liquor, but rather seemed to rise from within and diffuse between his lips and teeth, floating faintly. It was simply like a tenacious autumn chrysanthemum blooming vigorously and proudly on the tip of his tongue!
But what followed was a trace of slight bitterness seeping from the base of his tongue. Yet this touch of bitterness didn't linger; instead, it seeped into his throat like frost and dew, quietly transforming into a sweet aftertaste.
Rich layers blossomed layer by layer on the tip of his tongue. The slight bitterness and sweetness entwined and flowed in Lorze's throat, exactly like the autumn wind and chrysanthemums whispering in the cold dew.
Suddenly, Lorze seemed to taste the sweet stickiness of the saliva from Zoroark's mouth in this mouthful of chrysanthemum wine. Her saliva almost perfectly blended into the chrysanthemum wine, taking the taste of this liquor to the next level. That distinct, fiery warmth was exactly like encountering a blazing heart amidst the cold autumn wind in the previous artistic conception.
Regardless, the main theme of the smell of this mouthful of chrysanthemum wine was, after all, fragrance. So fragrant it was fresh and domineering, so fragrant it was bewitching and ghostly. It commandeered the original air in his mouth. Lorze was a bit confused; he couldn't tell if that was the sweetness of the liquor or Zoroark's mouth fragrance, or perhaps...
Both?
After one gulp, before Lorze even had time to savor the taste of this first try of liquor, Zoroark immediately continued her passionate offensive—she definitely didn't plan to just feed Lorze a mouthful of wine and be done with it!
Zoroark's flame-like, slender red lips still pressed tightly against the young man's lips in a slightly offset posture. Her wondrous tongue also greedily and recklessly invaded Lorze's oral cavity. Her fragrant, soft, sticky tongue unfurled from a curled posture, licking every inch of the mucous membrane in Lorze's mouth. It also tightly hooked Lorze's tongue, intertwining and rubbing, kissing Lorze until he couldn't help but reveal a look of enjoyment.
"Mmh-nn❤~ Mmh-nn❤~ Slurp suck❤~"
Lorze and Zoroark completely shamelessly wriggled and rubbed their lips and teeth against each other. Through the intense French kiss, they exchanged the saliva in their mouths, emitting the lewd sounds of sloshing drool.
Lorze's arms naturally wrapped around Zoroark's back from behind, tightly hugging his beloved woman in his embrace. The smooth, soft fur and the plump, bouncy breasts on her chest transformed into a direct perception of tender affection like water. Through physical contact, it slowly flowed into Lorze's heart. That was an ambiguous warmth and physical satisfaction...
They hugged and French kissed for a long, long time before reluctantly separating human lips and fox lips. The lewd thread pulled between their two lips perhaps still carried a tiny bit of chrysanthemum wine foam, even reflecting a bewitching luster different from saliva.
With a "slurp", Lorze sucked the saliva thread into his mouth. The hot air exhaled thereby possessed both the fishy sweetness of saliva and the fresh fragrance of chrysanthemum wine.
Eyes meeting, flirting with their gazes, Zoroark's graceful, sexy figure and charming curve contours were completely reflected in the young man's pupils.
The mother fox with silky, seductive eyes was exactly the perfect portrayal of enchanting and moving beauty. Her fox paw gently stroked the young man's face, and even her voice vividly displayed her feminine charm to the fullest...