Sitting on the edge of the bed, Leavanny covered her face and kicked her insect legs, seemingly feeling ashamed of her own wanton thoughts and actions. Yet the itchiness in her lower body forced her to reach her leaf-blade-like hand to her crotch, continuously pressing against the insect hole—that was a clitoris matching her beige body color, and the folds layered from the inside out were equally very tempting.
"Ugh woo❤!"
The sensitivity of the private parts made Leavanny unable to resist a tremble in her delicate body the moment her hand was placed on it, emitting an enchanting and moving insect cry moan. The two plump, tender lips also opened and closed endlessly like breathing, widening the vaginal slit to expose the tender vaginal meat inside.
As the strength of Leavanny's jade hand pressing and kneading the labia between her thighs gradually increased, not only did the beautiful small hole react, even the ovipositor valves behind her butt resembling a long tail couldn't withstand the carnal lust, spasming and vibrating, sticking up and down.
Traces of pale green juice secreted from the meat walls of the vaginal passage, flowing out along the corridor, through the butterfly-like lip petals between her crotch, and moistening the outer vulva. That was the lewd water juice unique to insect girls...
"He-fu❤..."
Spitting out a green tongue from her mouthparts, Leavanny, with a flushed face and a lewd, enchanting expression, fantasized about a hearty sexual encounter—herself being raped by Lorze, shamelessly making love and mating. Her hand also probed further into the hole, scraping and scratching the meat walls overflowing with love nectar—calling it meat walls, but the structure wasn't exactly the same as the reproductive organs of mammals, rather having the segmented structure of arthropods.
Her lewd hole also tightly contracted, absorbed, and clamped the leaf-like small hand under the stimulation, transmitting bursts of crisp, numbing spasmodic pleasure throughout her whole body, making her emit joyful, rapid insect cries. Not only did Leavanny's jade hand not stop, but it churned the nectar hole even more frantically, making the turbid lewd water splash out with "squish squish smack smack" sounds. Not only did it wet her own leaf dress, it even took the dirtiness and messiness of the bedsheets to a higher level!
The masturbating Leavanny's legs trembled in a pigeon-toed stance without realizing it. Her hazy eyes seemed to foretell that she would soon reach the upper limit of her endurance capacity... And at the instant of reaching the peak, Leavanny's mind went blank and pale. The violent reaction of her physical body seemed to deprive her brain of consciousness.
"He-fu, woo ugh ugh woo woo❤!"
Finally erupting into a burst of wanton insect cries, Leavanny, leaning back on the bed with her legs spread apart, spasmed her abdomen and fiercely squirted a massive amount of lewd water, spraying wave after wave into the air, forming arcs of love nectar.
Not only that, the bodily fluid in Leavanny's tail abdomen was also continuously brewing. During the climax, she uncontrollably sprayed the juice accumulated at the exit of the spinneret at her tail. Exposed to the air, it rapidly oxidized into strands of resilient white silk, scattering on the bed, just like a spider spinning silk... But Leavanny was passively spraying it out uncontrollably, which was clearly more messy and unbearable than spider silk.
Just like that, Leavanny masturbated to climax in an alternative way. The lewd liquid sprayed from her small hole and the silk threads spat from below her butt conversely made the bedsheets even sluttier and dirtier—Clearly she came to clean, now it looked like she was adding to the mess.
Leavanny, having finished masturbating, used her sickle-like arms to cut and tear away the silk threads outside the spinneret. Although that thing wasn't her excrement, from the location, it looked as if it was sprayed from her anus. The sense of shame of shooting out silk threads was not inferior to squirting at all...
Lying on the bed digesting the afterglow of the climax, entering Sage Mode seemed to make her even emptier, making her increasingly unable to let go of her longing for Lorze.
Leavanny, seeing the object and missing the person, had no choice but to take out the Pecha Berry given by Lorze—not eating it, just hugging it in her arms like this. She limply lay on the large bed in Lorze's room and closed her eyes. Originally she just wanted to squint for a while and rest, but as a result, due to the fatigue of work and smelling the erotic scent around her, she just fell asleep in a daze like this.
Fortunately, the alert Leavanny didn't rest for too long either. After waking up again, she was startled by her own slackness: Oh my, oh my, how could I fall asleep in a guest's room? I almost made a huge mistake! She didn't dare dawdle anymore, hurriedly and neatly helping Lorze tidy up the room and completing the work... At the same time, she also changed a new set of bedding for Lorze. As for this thing covered in all sorts of messy erotic bodily fluids, it's better to quickly carry it away, wash it clean, and erase the dirty traces on it!
At the same time on the other side, the wives surrounding him were also teasing their playboy husband, asking him if he got lustful thoughts upon seeing the Leavanny he met just now.
"Hehe, well about this, you guys know~"
Regarding this, Lorze didn't quibble either. He simply smiled and admitted it very frankly. As an old slicker, he already had no sense of shame towards things like dallying with women.
Lorze's answer was still accepted by the wives. After all, being females themselves, they could also tell that Leavanny was very plump and very pretty. So they could completely understand their husband's preference. But understanding is one thing; they still collectively let out cheerful laughter, attempting to mock their playboy husband.
Such teasing also just stayed on the surface, nothing more than banter and playfulness between husband and wives. After all, how many among them were fucked by Lorze getting lustful thoughts upon seeing them? Now they are equally cared for by him and very blissful. So they were already accustomed to their husband's playboy nature.
"Hubby is truly a playboy, bad man❤!"
"Eh eh? Don't torture me with words, I was wrong meow..."
"Exactly exactly, you have to do it with us a few more times to be forgiven~" "I also want to do it a few more times❤!"
"Sigh, I truly can't do anything about you guys. But there's no problem with this matter... Of course, we have to wait until tonight."
Flirting intimately like this, they walked all the way and finally arrived at the venue entrance. While attending the meeting, it was naturally inconvenient to travel with so many wives, so he had to wrong them and let them stay in the Poké Balls.
"Alright, alright, we've arrived at the place. It's time for you guys to go into the balls too."
"Woo..."
The wives, bearing some resentment, returned to the balls one after another. Lorze, however, sighed and relaxed quite a bit: This group of little goblins is truly noisy. All along the way, his ears were always buzzing. This must also be considered the happy trouble of having too many wives. Fortunately, it's much quieter in his ears now~
The venue for the scientific research summit was located on Gym Street, in the center of Castelia City. Looking at the endless stream of cars on this road, the value of the location went without saying. But Lorze's attention was more focused on that familiar skyscraper opposite the Castelia Gym, because in Black/White, this place served as a temporary hideout for Team Plasma. As for now... he shouldn't need to bother with it for the time being.
After that, relying on his ID and invitation letter, Lorze entered the passage used by researchers under the guidance of the staff. It's just a pity the young man guiding him didn't show him any particular respect, but instead wore a bowing and scraping, extremely respectful appearance towards those more famous scholars.
Although he had a small reputation in the industry, he ultimately wasn't like Professor Oak or Big Sister Cynthia, who had a high exposure rate in front of the public. So he hadn't reached the level of being a household name.
In the corridor passage connecting the entrance and the venue, there were also some other attending scholars here. Although Lorze didn't know most of them, their forms of address and the content of their conversations sounded somewhat familiar. Lorze guessed they might be those supporting character researchers from the games and anime.
As for the passage itself, it was wide and bright enough. The light yellow carpet, the female attendant in blue attire inside the counter, and the scrolling LED screen on the wall also had quite the feeling of passing through the entrance hall in the Black/White games: It's back, it's all back...
Just as Lorze was about to step into the venue, a burst of hearty, crisp high heel sounds came from beside him. A wisp of blonde hair brushing past, carrying the aura and body scent of a strong woman, passed by him. This familiar figure, could this be!?
Looking in the direction where the golden hair drifted from, that iconic black women's trench coat entered his eyes. Consistent with Lorze's expectation, it was exactly the Champion of the Sinnoh region, Cynthia! He didn't expect that just as he was talking about her, he would bump into her the next second. This is truly... speak of the devil, and the devil appears.
Lorze felt very excited. He seemed to somewhat understand the mindset of fans encountering their idols offline. Whether it was Steven or Cynthia, there was a bit of this feeling. After all, characters with quite high popularity in the games had become living, breathing people.
Although Cynthia only left Lorze with a view of her back, her graceful and valiant posture still left a deep impression on him. This Big Sister Cynthia truly lives up to her reputation. She has the mature older sister temperament perfectly grasped. No wonder she is the goddess in the hearts of the vast number of Pokémon players and numerous innocent little virgins.
Lorze raised his eyebrows: Although objectively speaking, Big Sister Cynthia is indeed very hot, in comparison, he still prefers his Big Sister Mewtwo, wife Gardevoir, and the other Pokémon wives. Perhaps it truly has a bit of the flavor of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
However, the Glaceon in Cynthia's team is quite sexy, isn't it? There's also the female Roserade and Garchomp. If possible, it wouldn't be a bad idea to NTR Big Sister Cynthia's pretty Pokémon and defile them. That would be somewhat thrilling, ahem ahem...
Such perverted thoughts were just Lorze casually playing around and amusing himself in his mind. Although he, who solely built a harem, didn't dare proclaim himself a pure love warrior, he also had no interest in breaking up other people's relationships.
It's just a pity Big Sister Cynthia was too dazzling. A strong and beautiful female Champion is synonymous with high popularity no matter where she goes, inevitably becoming the target of media exposure—that group of reporters who had been lying low in the venue for a long time couldn't wait to swarm around her as soon as they saw her. In just an instant, Cynthia was surrounded so tightly not a drop of water could leak out!
Lorze only then realized this group of reporters truly knew where to wait, because there were no staff members nearby right now. If tangled up by them, I'm afraid it would be very difficult to get away.
As for Lorze, who wasn't far from Cynthia, no one cared about him, which conversely allowed him to dodge the difficult tide of reporters. Not being famous might not be a bad thing.
But just as Lorze was planning to slip away, Cynthia among the reporter team cast a somewhat innocent, pleading look for help towards him. That expression appearing on this strong woman was simply a bit... discordant.
After weighing it in his mind for two seconds, Lorze still stopped, planning to slightly lend a helping hand. Anyway, he could take this opportunity to get acquainted with the Sinnoh Champion; this could also be considered a good thing.
With unbelievable speed, he disguised himself as a staff member of the venue—there inherently weren't many people here, and those reporters' focus was all on Cynthia. Who would notice a minor researcher on the roadside?
Thus, the reporters were dispersed by the "staff member", and Cynthia was able to get away. Following the guidance and protection of the "staff member", she stepped into the venue, thus escaping a disaster.
Cynthia, rescued by Lorze, wore a smiling appearance and naturally started chatting with him.
"Hehe, thank you so much just now~"
Unlike her aloof appearance and powerful aura, Big Sister Cynthia herself is still a very playful and approachable woman. Although her aura and oppressive feeling during battles are beyond doubt, Lorze also knew this point.
"Miss Cynthia, you're too careless. Logically speaking, having been the Champion for so long, you should have a lot of experience dealing with reporters!" Lorze under the peaked cap complained in a low voice.
Despite Lorze's questioning not being unreasonable, the Sinnoh Champion still nonchalantly flipped her brilliantly golden, waterfall-like hair.
"It happened suddenly. You saw it too, there were truly too many of them. If I accepted interviews one by one, who knows when it would end. And—"
Cynthia suddenly paused. A trace of eager, cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Being able to take this opportunity to get to know a powerful Trainer, why not do it? Hehe~"
Lorze rolled his eyes, pretending not to understand and asking back: "Oh? By powerful Trainer, do you mean yourself? Saying it that way is indeed true. I'm quite honored to be able to know you."
Facing Lorze playing dumb, Cynthia merely smiled knowingly: This man seems to have very little interest in battling?
Since Lorze could perceive a powerful aura from Cynthia, conversely, Cynthia was the same—as long as Lorze didn't deliberately conceal his own power, she could catch the aura of the strong escaping from Lorze's body, that unhurried state. Perhaps this is mutual appreciation between heroes. Not to mention the way Lorze silently and with god-like speed changed clothes in a crowded place just now truly amazed her; she didn't even see it clearly—How exactly did this guy do it?
Moreover, in Cynthia's intuition, the power Lorze possessed was no less than any Champion she had ever seen, including herself. Developing some interest in such a person is beyond reproach.
It's just... clearly possessing such strong strength yet not being enthusiastic about battling, this is quite novel.
Well, this isn't a battlefield after all. There's indeed no need to delve deeply into battling. Besides, compared to those other Champions, she actually couldn't be considered a battle maniac either, Cynthia thought to herself.
"We've talked so much and I still don't know your name. How should I address you?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Just call me Lorze."
...Mhm? Lorze?
This name made Cynthia stroke her chin and frown: How strange. I always feel it sounds somewhat familiar, as if I've encountered this name somewhere, but I can't remember it for a short while.
It was still early now, and there was still some time before the opening ceremony. Lorze then released Zorua and let her sit on his shoulder. This actually caught Cynthia's attention: Although it couldn't be said she knew nothing about Pokémon outside the Sinnoh region, her understanding of a relatively rare Pokémon like Zorua was still on the lesser side. Therefore, full of interest, she reached out her hand wanting to pet the cute little fox...