Hiyori Town – Forest Outskirts
"Pahou~"
After trekking the long forest path—aided by Hisuian Typhlosion's scorching flames—the silver-haired noblewoman's beautiful eyes darted.
A vast area. Surrounded by fences. Not far away.
"It looks like a farm. Let's take a look~"
Her light gray pupils flickered with surprise. The black dress—lightly wrapping her seductive body—swayed gently.
As she walked elegantly, those two snowy buttocks—ripe peaches—swayed in a heart-stirring wave of flesh under the tight constraint of her dress.
Strange forest. Long walk. No people. No wild Pokémon.
Now—ahead—soft lights glowed.
Even this elegant woman—usually keeping emotions hidden—revealed a smile capable of enchanting all living things.
Her steps quickened.
The Forest Clearing
Wade had already begun a delightful, large-scale orgy with the Houndoom pack.
"I-I can't take it anymore~ Wuwu!!!"
The restraints untied. The long-awaited Houndoom girl sat down gently—flushed face.
White jade-like demon horns shook violently with her swaying waist. Full fruits—stark contrast to her delicate body—pressed against the Trainer's chest.
Smooth, silky. Like fine satin.
Fire-type Houndoom. Much hotter than other Pokémon Girls.
Just holding them—a wave of heat rushed toward him. Not to mention deep interaction in this embrace-style position.
Like playing with a self-heating masturbator.
After a while, Wade gently placed the conquered little girl—cherry lips parted, speechless—onto the ground.
He turned to the mature Houndoom woman beside him—beautiful eyes about to brim with water.
Charming, mature body pressed down. Succubus heart-shaped tail swayed—instinctively wrapping around scorching heat—stroking rhythmically.
The lively, pretty Houndoom girl lay on the ground—jade tongue twisting. Fragrant, tender, smooth tongue licked seductively in the remaining space—happy murmurs escaping her throat.
These estrus Houndoom. All swarmed forward.
Some held up full, fragrant, soft snowballs. Some raised charming, mature snowy buttocks. Some stuck out soft, tender, enchanting pink tongues. Some lifted beautiful, delicate feet—black lotuses.
Warm, uniquely fragrant, graceful bodies surrounded Wade.
Late night. Remote forest. No other people. No wild Pokémon.
The Houndoom—completely immersed in pleasure—unscrupulously let out waves of lewd cries.
After enjoying the petite Houndoom girl, the pure young Houndoom, and the voluptuous, enchanting mature Houndoom—
It was time.
"Master~"
The Houndoom Leader gently spread her smooth, tender, snowy legs. Pressed her slender, fair hands against a waist-thick tree trunk. Tilted her fragrant buttocks slightly.
Her fair face was already covered in a crimson, seductive expression.
Unlike her companions—who liked embrace-style and superior positions—she preferred exposing her mature peach to the Trainer's sight.
Craving to be fiercely entered from behind. Stirred until completely undone.
"Mmm wuwu... Ii—ahhhh!"
Accompanied by the ice-queen, black-haired beauty's increasingly high-pitched sounds—her smooth, plump, tender body bloomed with crimson flowers.
Waves of lewd flesh rippled. Crimson eyes rolled back. Her pretty face collapsed into a dazed, seductive ahegao.
Tighter. More sensitive.
A little force—charming, abundant juices squeezed uncontrollably—completely soaking the long, beautiful legs beneath her waist.
The impacts—already layered like tides—did not stop.
The cold, mature Houndoom—completely immersed in pleasure—could only passively twist her waist to accept—bursts of charming, seductive moans escaping her throat.
When those two buttocks—ripe pears, sweet, fair, tender—shook violently—
The waist-thick tree in front of her swayed violently. Green branches and leaves fell like scattering flowers.
This onslaught was fierce.
"Ah ha ah ah wu So hot How can it be so comfortable... Hu ah ah~"
[Deep Interaction with Farm Pokémon: Houndoom +1]
[Harvesting Traits]
[Hot Posture (Gold)] x12
[Hot Posture (Red)] x20
[Hot Posture (Purple)] x35
[Hot Posture (Purple/Red/Gold) ]: Enhances the holder's resistance to high temperatures. Slightly increases activity and temperature of bodily fluids. When equipped to a Pokémon, increases Fire-type move power by 20%/25%/30% and increases burn effect probability by 15%/20%/25%.
A large-scale orgy. The system dropped significantly more traits.
Compared to previous traits, [Hot Posture] offered something new: increased burn probability for moves like [Flamethrower] , [Heat Wave] , and [Fire Fang] .
Perfect for the Houndoom pack.
"Alright. Time to rest."
Wade stored the new traits in the system warehouse. Looked up at the bright moon.
Late. Time to stop.
Outdoor orgies were more exciting than indoors. But prolonged exposure risked discovery. He didn't want others—or stray wild Pokémon—to see the Houndoom in such a lewd, chaotic state.
He surveyed the scene before him.
Arranged in various poses.
He moved his mind.
"Sha~"
Gardevoir—Teleported—opened her eyes tremblingly.
The delicate, water-soft little girl whimpered on the ground—covered with fallen leaves—streams of fluid overflowing from her sensitive thigh gap.
The pure, pretty young girl lay prone—round, tender peach slightly raised—still stained with the seductive flush from prolonged ravaging.
The charming, mature woman sat spread-legged in a lewd manner—beautiful, plump, fair snowballs completely exposed. Even without fierce kneading, sweet, warm milk still seeped uncontrollably from her full, mature fruits.
Their leader—the cold, glamorous Houndoom queen—leaned against a big tree. Crimson eyes rolled back.
Her ice-white, smooth, delicate face—cherry lips tender and soft as flower petals—her naked, mature, seductive body—all stained with sticky, chaotic white paste.
Completely broken.
"Sha~"
One look—Gardevoir understood.
She puffed her cheeks. A little resentful woman left alone for years.
Hmm. Though often caressed by the Trainer—this unsatisfied, nymphomaniac lady's gaze was gloomy.
Very dissatisfied. Not called to this orgy.
"Ahem I'll definitely call you next time. For now—send them back"
"Sha~"
Gardevoir cast a resentful glance at Wade—who had turned his gaze elsewhere—then raised her slender hand.
All the soft, muddy Houndoom girls returned to the cabin.
Tonight—she must squeeze the Trainer's stockpile dry!
Feeling she'd lost out too much, Gardevoir licked her dry, jade lips. Night raid plan finalized.
Wade tidied the room—was about to sleep—
Knock.
"Hello—sorry to bother you. Is anyone living here?"
The voice before the person.
Not Rosa's purity-liveliness. Not Cynthia's cold-tenderness. Not Olivia's cold glamour with a hint of dorkiness.
This voice—this tone—reminded him of a graceful, mature, juicy noblewoman.
Who would come knocking so late?
He walked through the living room. Opened the wooden door.
"Who are you?"
He looked at the tall, charming woman in a black dress before him.
Stunned.
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