"Alright—then we'll have a grilled meat feast for lunch!"
Watching the gluttonous Delcatty rub against his chest like she was charming—Wade chuckled softly—reached out to gently rub her soft cat ears.
In this world—not only were there Pokémon with wondrous abilities—but some ordinary creatures—like pigs, cows, and sheep from his past life—also existed.
Under Alliance protection laws—and the general societal view of Pokémon as friends or partners—people primarily used ordinary creature meat as their main ingredient.
Except for specific Pokémon foods—like Slowpoke tails or Farfetch'd leeks.
"Master—you're back~"
After deciding lunch—Wade piled the harvested water herbs in the courtyard—Cogita—the maid responsible for guarding the villa—emerged gracefully—swaying her plump, slender waist.
Her full, honeyed lips pursed for a moment—before she recounted the strange events in the villa earlier.
"Hmm? The villa shouldn't have an automatic cleaning function… Could it be that a wild Pokémon snuck in again?"
Wade looked at the charming, graceful silver-haired maid—then at the refreshed living room—deep in thought.
"Hiss" "Shana"
Under the farm owner's gaze—Darkrai—head emerging from shadows—and Gardevoir—Teleported to his side—both shook their heads in unison.
Neither the former's powerful sensory abilities—nor the latter's meticulous Psychic scan—had detected the sneaky cleaner.
Wade couldn't help but be stunned.
First time seeing a wild Pokémon sneak onto a farm—neither stealing nor causing damage—just coming to clean for the farm owner.
Could it be that the Pokémon world also had diligent Snail Girls?
Two pretty faces—each with unique charm—peeked out from the winding staircase.
"Master—could you help us pick out some clothes to change into?"
Inside the private walk-in closet.
Harvesting water herbs in the morning—Akari and Irida's clothes were covered in mud—so they went straight to the bathroom for a good wash.
"Hmm… try on this Gothic maid outfit~"
"Yay~"
Wade gently rubbed Akari's hair—after a glance—carefully selected an outfit—handed it to her.
Saved money—besides daily farm life—partially used to buy beautiful clothes for his harem.
Intimate lingerie—only for the farm owner to see. Various styles of beautiful outerwear—for public display.
This private walk-in closet—truly had everything imaginable.
"As for Irida—"
Wade turned to the golden-haired girl—fair, smooth, snow-white skin lightly wrapped in a bath towel—revealing a pair of slender, jade-like legs.
He handed her a classic modified maid outfit.
"Try this—it should suit you better."
Compared to Akari—Irida didn't need a thick Gothic maid outfit to enhance her voluptuous snowy breasts.
She needed a short-style, modified maid outfit—with a high-slit skirt design—to further showcase her beautiful snowy legs.
Of course—generally—it would also need white garter stockings as an 'absolute territory'—to be even more alluring.
"Mmm."
The golden-haired girl pursed her jade lips—feigning composure—tentatively extended her long, taut calves forward.
Wade smiled—squatted down—opened the stocking cuff—gently slipped it onto her jade foot.
Though he had tasted before—seeing tender, fair, delicate toes subtly visible beneath the garter stockings—enveloped in sheer white silk like cicada wings—Wade had to admit—these ice cream silk stockings seemed almost too tempting.
"Master—do you still want to eat ice cream?"
Feeling the farm owner's gaze—Irida instinctively curled her jade toes slightly—then looked over with moist, seductive eyes.
Just bathed—her jade feet—already glowing and whiter than snow—reached peak touch and taste—after being wrapped in soft, thin white silk.
"Irida—you, you ran off again!"
Before Wade could respond—Akari—who had put on the Gothic maid outfit—pouted unhappily.
They had agreed to advance and retreat together—yet she had tempted the Master again prematurely!
"Ma… Master—my dumplings aren't bad either."
Watching both girls blush—defiantly presenting their seductive soft silk feet and ample, plump flesh—Wade said with a helpless expression.
This damned competitiveness among maids~
Unable to refuse—he began his tasting meal before lunch.
Irida's white silk jade feet —like fragrant, soft ice cream—slender and delicate—warm and smooth.
One bite—tender, pure white feet—like a gardenia in bud—subtly exuded an elegant, feminine, alluring fragrance.
Making one desperately want to swallow those few plump, round toe beans—as if a gentle bite would burst with nectar—into one's belly.
Causing this heat-averse girl to instantly soften and faint in his arms.
Akari's ample breasts —like sticky, glutinous snowballs—full and plump—fragrant, soft, and tender.
"Mmm—gu ah ah Ma-Master—it's so tingly—ooh ooh ooh"
As the farm owner skillfully climbed with his tongue—firmly grasped the pink bud—Akari uncontrollably parted her cherry lips—letting out waves of soft, seductive sweet sounds.
Smooth, delicate body—instinctively leaned into Wade's embrace.
Black and white maid outfit—lightly pulled and scattered—exposing large expanses of skin—defying frost and surpassing snow—appearing extremely tempting.
Fair breasts—should have been translucent and creamy—now tinged with an alluring, seductive red.
Smooth, slender thighs—dewy with spring—trembled slightly—forcing the delicate flower bud at her crotch to slightly part—subtly revealing a pink, moist, glistening honeyed crevice.
Full of sticky, sweet nectar inside—remained tight and moist.
If tongue and teeth buried in the fragrant, honeyed groove slackened even slightly—her soft, bouncy breasts would try to pop out—"plop-plop"—swinging gently like a bell—as if pouting from cold neglect.
After detailed appreciation—Wade reached a conclusion.
Truly good friends—whether tactile sensation or taste on the lips—both Hisui girls were equally matched—difficult to rank.
"Trash Master—my black-silk jade feet—are also waiting to be tasted"
Just as the farm owner was about to clean up—proceed with grilled meat lunch in the courtyard—Darkrai—in her feminized state—emerged from the shadows behind him.
Full of neglected complaints and grievances.
"It can't end yet! You should still have an appetite, right?"
Lazily tying up her flowing silver-white hair—Darkrai's enchanting crimson eyes slowly drew closer.
Slender fingers—tracing Wade's cheek—finally lightly pressing on his chest at the lapel.
"After all… now I also want to know—"
"Compared to them—Master—what do you think… which is more beautiful… which is sweeter? "
Seductive whispers.
The white-haired yandere slightly curled her lips—wearing a smile half infatuated, half manic.
Pristine fingertips—withdrawn—then smoothly climbed to her neck strap—pulling off the ink-black long gown that had previously enveloped her delicate body.
Compared to Akari's fresh, seductive soft flesh—plump and smooth in texture.
And Irida's fair, tender, lotus-like silk feet—sweet and refreshing upon swallowing.
Darkrai's black-silk beautiful legs —were clearly more slender, plump, and maturely alluring.
Even if she generously shared Wade with other Pokémon Girls and female Trainers—this didn't mean Darkrai would completely suppress her strong possessiveness.
Instead—it would erupt with even greater desire over time.
Why should she only watch from the corner as the Trainer tasted the snowballs and white silk of those thieving cats!?
She—also wanted her beloved Trainer to taste her black-silk jade feet too!
"…"
Mouth full of fragrant black-silk chocolate jade feet—listening to Darkrai's unconscious 'ooh-ooh-ooh' cries of pleasure—Wade instinctively bit down gently on her sensitive toe—which tried to escape.
On the surface—a strong yandere older sister.
But with just a slight action from the Trainer—she would become high-attack, low-defense—collapsing in an instant.
This feeling of fiercely ravaging and bullying a yandere—was simply irresistible.
However… the grilled meat for lunch hadn't even started yet—and he was already being fed by them—
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