Damian grabbed Lusamine by the throat and slammed her body against the large office window.
The cold glass vibrated violently under her weight, making a loud rattling sound that echoed in the room.
He didn't wait; he crashed his mouth against hers, shoving his tongue deep inside to take over her mouth completely.
Slurp... Squelch...
Their tongues twisted together in a messy, heavy kiss. Damian used his tongue to explore every corner of her mouth.
Long threads of saliva formed between them as he sucked on her tongue with a constant, heavy rhythm.
Schlap... Slurp...
Damian squeezed her jaw with his fingers, forcing her mouth to stay open as wide as possible.
He kept kissing her deeply, making the wet sounds of their lips fill the quiet office.
Schlap... Squelch...
Damian's hand moved to the white silk of her dress. With one violent pull, he tore the expensive fabric apart.
The dress shredded, falling in pieces to the floor and leaving her pale breasts completely bare.
The cold air of the room hit her skin, making her nipples turn hard and dark instantly.
He grabbed both of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with his palms and making her gasp into the kiss.
He squeezed them so hard that his finger marks started to show on her pale skin.
He leaned down and bit her shoulder before moving his mouth to one of her nipples.
Slop... Guchu...
He sucked on the nipple with a loud, wet sound, biting the sensitive tip with his teeth while his tongue licked the base.
Lusamine's body jolted. The sharp pleasure made her legs shake as she felt her first small peak.
Lusamine arched her back against the freezing glass and let out a raspy moan.
"You're sweating already, Lusamine," Damian growled against her skin, his hot breath making her shiver.
He passed his tongue over her entire chest, licking up the moisture and biting her skin.
Then, he grabbed her other nipple with his fingers, twisting and pulling it with force until she let out a loud scream.
Damian reached down and ripped her lingerie off in one fast motion, exposing her completely.
The President's cunt was now fully open. It was red, throbbing with heat, and releasing a thick juice.
Splash... Squelch...
He forced her legs wide against the wall and buried his face in her crotch without hesitation.
His tongue hit her clitoris with a fast, dirty rhythm. He was relentless, licking her with a force that made her body shake.
Guchu... Nuchu... Nuchu...
The sound of the splashing juice was constant as he drank from her.
Damian sucked on her while shoving his tongue as deep as it could go into her entrance.
Lusamine's hips buckled. Her muscles tightened as a violent orgasm washed over her.
She sprayed a jet of juice against his face, her body twitching uncontrollably from the tongue work.
Splash... Squelch... Nuchu...
With his face soaked in her fluids, Damian put three fingers into her cunt all at once.
He began to move them in and out with a violent pace. The sound of his hand hitting her wet flesh was deafening.
Squelch... Squelch...
"Look how your juice is dripping all over the carpet," he mocked her with a cold voice.
He used his thumb to machine her clitoris in hard circles while his fingers slammed against the bottom.
¡PLAP! ¡PLAP! ¡PLAP!
Lusamine hit another climax almost immediately. Her cunt clenched around his fingers in tight spasms.
She was panting with her tongue out, totally gone. She was just a woman leaking lust.
Her fluids covered Damian's hand and ran down her legs, forming a puddle on the floor.
Guchu... Splash... Guchu...
He bit her inner thighs, leaving red marks, while his tongue continued to work below with deep licks.
Lusamine let out sharp moans, her muscles twitching every time he sucked her harder.
He let her go suddenly, and she fell to her knees on the carpet, gasping for air.
Damian pulled down his pants, and his dick jumped out with a heavy sound.
It was a massive vara, red and dark, with thick veins pulsing along the shaft.
It released an intense heat that Lusamine could feel on her face from where she knelt.
Schlick...
The tip was shiny with pre-cum that was already overflowing and sliding down the trunk.
Damian took the wet tip and rubbed it against her cheek, staining her pale skin with his juices.
"Look at it, Lusamine. This is the monster that is going to claim your uterus," Damian ordered.
Lusamine looked at the pulsing meat and let out a sob of pure lust.
Damian grabbed her hair and shoved her face against his dick. She opened her mouth and took the head inside.
Schlick... Schlick...
She licked the head, swallowing the salty pre-cum while looking up at him with empty eyes.
Damian grabbed her head with both hands and started face-fucking her with a brutal rhythm.
He thrust deep, burying his dick until it hit the back of her throat repeatedly.
Guchu... Guchu...
Lusamine made choking noises as her eyes filled with tears from the depth of the invasion.
She could feel the thickness of the dick stretching her throat with every blow.
Damian didn't stop until her saliva was dripping from her mouth and onto his shaft.
Slurp... Slurp...
He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and lifted her from the floor by her arm.
He slammed her back against the window, forcing her legs open as wide as possible.
He positioned the head of his dick at her soaking entrance and pushed.
Squelch...
With one violent thrust, he buried his entire length inside her, reaching the very end.
The dick entered stretching her walls to the limit until the head slammed hard against her uterus.
¡PLAP!
Lusamine let out a scream that fogged up the glass as her body entered another powerful orgasm.
Her womb squeezed his dick with desperate force, juice spraying out from the impact.
Damian crashed his mouth against hers again, their tongues tangling in a deep, wet, saliva-filled kiss.
He used his left hand to reach around and crush her clitoris with his thumb in fast circles.
With his right hand, he reached up and pinched her hard nipples, pulling and twisting them with every thrust.
¡PLAP! ¡PLAP! ¡PLAP!
The juice from Lusamine's cunt splashed with every hit, staining the window and running down her legs.
She felt the massive dick filling every corner of her body while her clitoris and nipples were being tortured.
Lusamine hit multiple orgasms, her body shaking and arching against the glass in a constant state of climax.
Splash... Squelch...
"Look at you... you're open for me," he growled into her mouth before sucking on her tongue again.
He kept hammering her from behind, his hands never stopping the work on her clitoris and nipples.
Nuchu... Nuchu...
Lusamine's eyes were rolled back, her mind completely broken in a total ahegao state.
She was just meat receiving the blows, her body shaking and releasing more fluids with every second.
¡PLAP! ¡PLAP!
Damian increased the speed. His thrusts became faster and shorter, hitting her hard.
He was hitting the bottom with a force that made her belly move and bulge from the pressure inside.
Guchu... Guchu...
The splashing sound became a constant nuchu nuchu because of the pool of liquids.
Every time the dick entered, it made a deep, viscous noise that echoed in the room.
Lusamine was having violent spasms, her muscles squeezing his shaft during a never-ending orgasm.
Squelch... Splash...
Damian didn't give her a moment of peace. He thrust with even more force, wanting to break her.
He kept grinding her clitoris with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other.
¡PLAP! ¡PLAP!
Damian moved her from the window to the large office desk.
He slammed her face-down on the wood, making her ass stick up high in the air.
He entered her again from behind, the dick sliding deep into the pool of juices.
Squelch...
He grabbed her golden hair and pulled her head back to kiss her again, their tongues meeting in a dirty exchange.
While he fucked her, one hand stayed on her clitoris and the other reached around to pinch and pull her nipples.
Slurp... ¡PLAP! ¡PLAP!
Lusamine hit another massive climax. Her back arched and she screamed into his mouth.
Lusamine could only make broken noises. Her mind was totally gone, and her tongue was hanging out.
She was just a body being used by Damian, her insides being smashed by the heavy rod.
Guchu... Guchu...
The desk was shaking with every hit. The juice was flying everywhere, staining the papers and the wood.
"Look at the President... nothing but a leaking toy," Damian said coldly.
He reached under her and shoved two fingers into her mouth while he kept fucking her from behind.
Lusamine sucked on his fingers instinctively, her tears mixing with the saliva and juices.
Slurp... Guchu...
Damian felt his own limit coming. The veins on his dick were pulsing hard inside her.
He pulled her up from the desk, carrying her with her legs wrapped around his waist.
He slammed her back against the glass one last time, the impact making her scream.
¡PLAP!
He began the final, most violent thrusts, burying himself to the very base over and over.
Lusamine shook in a final, massive orgasm. Her body turned stiff, and she sprayed a huge amount of juice.
Squelch... Splash...
"I'm going to fill you up," Damian said with a husky voice.
With one last push that pinned her against the glass, he released his entire load into her uterus.
The hot milk filled her cunt in powerful, burning bursts.
Guchu... Guchu... Guchu...
Lusamine felt the heat of his seed expanding inside her, filling her completely.
Damian stayed there, thrusting a few more times to make sure every drop stayed deep inside.
Nuchu...
When he finally pulled out, the semen and her fluids flowed out of her like a waterfall.
The white liquid ran down her legs, staining the expensive carpet in a dirty puddle.
Splash...
Lusamine slid down the window and sat on the floor with her legs wide and her eyes empty.
Damian pulled up his pants and fixed his belt, looking down at her with total indifference.
Damian walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the curtains aside. Afternoon sunlight poured in—bright and warm.
The light didn't soften the room. It exposed it—fog smeared across the glass, scattered papers out of place, and pale strips of torn fabric on the carpet that didn't belong in a president's office.
For a moment, he thought a cigarette would "fit the mood," but he didn't smoke.
So he poured a glass of water instead and sat down beside Lusamine.
Lusamine—who had been completely "broken" a second ago—suddenly jolted awake. She forced out the words, voice strained and ragged:
"I really can't go on anymore. I'll die!"
The words came out too fast, like a reflex. Her eyes didn't quite focus on Damian; they drifted past him, unfixed, as if her mind was still trying to leave her body.
"Relax." Damian let out a short laugh and handed her the glass. "Drink some water first. I'm not someone who treats a valuable person carelessly."
Lusamine didn't answer. She sat up with difficulty and drew her arms tighter around herself.
Her hands trembled when she reached for the glass. The water shook inside it, and she nearly spilled it before forcing her grip steady.
For a moment, her fingers slipped down to the carpet and pinched up a small scrap of torn white silk. She crumpled it in her fist, hidden from view—silent, tight—as if collecting pieces could restore something that had already been taken.
Her golden hair spilled down like a waterfall, framing her face in a way that was beautiful even now—though her eyes were dull and her expression stiff.
After she finished the water, Lusamine let out a long breath, finally feeling herself inch back from the edge.
It wasn't relief so much as a forced return. The shaking didn't stop—it only became smaller, easier to hide.
"You look a lot better," Damian said, amused. "A moment ago your face was practically white."
"..." Lusamine said nothing. She only pulled in tighter, as if that alone could restore some dignity.
Damian didn't push it.
He got straight to what mattered.
"You already know how to enter an Ultra Wormhole, don't you?"
"Yes." Lusamine didn't bother hiding it. "But it requires Cosmog. Only Cosmog can open an Ultra Wormhole."
Her tone turned unnaturally even—technical, recited—like facts were safer than being a person.
"Fine." Damian thought for a moment. "Write a letter for me. I'll have someone deliver it to Lillie. She'll come back to see you."
"Don't mention Ultra Space," Damian added, voice casual, almost administrative. "No warnings. No explanations."
He leaned in slightly, as if giving office instructions. "Write that you're sick. Write that you're sorry. Write that you need to see her."
A brief pause—measured. "Write that this is the last time you'll ask. That if she doesn't come now… she may never get another chance."
Damian had to admit it—entering Ultra Space really did require Cosmog. Only the Cosmog line and Necrozma could open Ultra Wormholes with true reliability. Some powerful Ultra Beasts could do it too, but it was largely random.
And speaking of Necrozma…
No. Breaking Necrozma's seal right now would be suicide.
Damian's thoughts sharpened.
Necrozma was sealed within the Megalo Tower in Ultra Megalopolis—one of the few Legendary Pokémon whose location could be confirmed. Releasing the sealed Necrozma wouldn't be difficult at all.
But the key question was: how to capture it?
Behind him, the sunlight still washed over the fogged glass and the ruined carpet. The room was proof of what had just happened—proof Damian didn't even bother to look at anymore.
In the original story, a light-starved Necrozma that had just broken its seal could treat the Sun and Moon gods like dogs. In the anime, it took on Solgaleo and Lunala simultaneously, crushing them both. In the Evolution special, it tanked a Moongeist Beam from Lunala without a scratch and immediately pinned her down for a forced fusion.
Even though it lacked light and had been sealed for centuries, Necrozma's strength was still far superior to the Sun and Moon gods.
Damian considered his own strength to be exceptionally high among Champion-level trainers. In his view, only regional Champions like Lance and Leon could make him wary.
Most importantly, Damian had already confirmed that the Lance in this world possessed the Viridian Power—this was undoubtedly the Lance from the Pokémon Adventures manga.
Even so, Damian felt that if he challenged Necrozma now… he would definitely be tossed around like a top.
He definitely had to go to Ultra Space—ordinary Ultra Beasts were high-quality Pokémon. But Necrozma could not be unsealed yet. Unsealing it would be seeking death.
Necrozma's source of energy was also the energy that sustained its life, but because the people of Ultra Megalopolis had stolen its light and sealed it in ancient times, Necrozma's current temperament was extremely violent and cruel. This could be glimpsed through its various Pokédex entries.
"It looks as if it's constantly searching for light. It's said to be highly vicious, as it lasers everything in sight." (Sword Entry)
"This is its form while it's devouring the light of Solgaleo. It's extremely vicious and will tear its prey apart with its claws." (Dusk Mane - Sword Entry)
"This is its form while it's devouring the light of Lunala. It has become even more vicious, viewing all living things as enemies and burning everything with its lasers." (Dawn Wings - Shield Entry)
One could see that after being sealed, Necrozma had edged close to the brink.
Even though Damian had the Viridian Power and could naturally befriend wild Pokémon, he wasn't arrogant enough to gamble his life on the hope that Necrozma wouldn't tear him apart on sight.
Damian coveted Necrozma deeply, but for now, he could only say…
Later.
"Are you sure?" Lusamine didn't know what Damian was thinking; she only felt surprise—then a flash of delight.
The spark was too quick, too hungry—an obsession punching through numbness rather than a sign she was okay.
"Of course." Damian's tone was casual. "Haven't you always wanted to collect Ultra Beasts?"
He reached over, tucked a strand of hair behind Lusamine's ear, and brushed his fingers against her cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Lusamine went still for a heartbeat—an almost invisible flinch—then drew back again, as if retreating inward could make her real.
Lusamine's pupils dulled again—this time not from fear, but from a kind of feverish excitement.
Ultra Beasts. She wanted them too much.
"I told you," Damian continued, voice calm and even, "following me has no downsides for you. I can put you in the highest position in Alola—as long as you behave and listen."
"I understand."
Lusamine lowered her head.
She understood perfectly: Damian held every card, and she had no room to pretend otherwise.
"Very good. Take this."
Damian took a silver "R" badge from his pocket. The badge represented the status of a Team Rocket High-Level Executive.
Lusamine stared at it, expression tight.
When it touched her palm, the cold metal made her fingers twitch. It felt heavier than it should have—heavy like a polished shackle.
She didn't close her hand around it at first, as if not gripping it could delay what it meant. Then her fingers curled slowly, and the badge vanished into her fist like a verdict.
After chatting with Lusamine a while longer, Damian left the mansion carrying a letter handwritten by Lusamine.
The handwriting was careful—too careful—neat lines forced into place by a hand that still trembled when she tried to hold it steady. The message wasn't just "come back." It was apology, weakness, urgency—engineered to pull.
Having incorporated the Aether Foundation, Team Rocket could now truly be considered the underground hegemon of the Alola region. Especially Aether Paradise, which could serve as a Pokémon breeding and training base for the Alola Team Rocket.
And most importantly, there was Lusamine herself!
Once the Alola League was established, with just a little push, the ideal candidate for the position of Chairman of the Alola League was undoubtedly Lusamine. And as long as Lusamine became the Alola League Chairman, wouldn't Alola essentially be under Damian's control?
As for whether Lusamine would turn her back on him later?
Setting aside the secrets Damian held over her, once her "long-cherished wish" was fulfilled and her temperament returned to normal, the most important people to her would be Lillie and Gladion—who were also easily manipulated by Damian.
Speaking of Lillie…
"I'm truly a scumbag!"
Damian cursed himself under his breath.
A thought had flashed through his mind—ugly, wrong, and worth being ashamed of. He crushed it immediately, jaw tightening, forcing his face back into its usual calm.
It wasn't romance. It was the sick realization of capability—how easily he could rationalize crossing another line if it served the plan. The fact that Lillie's name had even brushed against that kind of thinking, even for an instant, was what disgusted him.
Because whatever he was turning into, he refused to pretend that kind of thought was "normal."
Even thinking it once made his skin crawl.
And yet… it still reminded him of the truth:
He was moving faster now.
And he wasn't planning to stop.