In the evening—after confirming the next day's plan—Wade returned to his room as usual.
"League Calendar 2075, November 7th – Hiyori Town Farm."
"Income: Herbs, Spinarak silk – 80,000 PokéDollars. "
"Expenditure: None."
"Today's arrangement: Collect silk and herbs."
"Farm remaining funds: 680,000 PokéDollars. "
Similar to milking the Miltank in the pasture every day—the Spinarak colony in the Mountain Orchard—also required regular silk collection.
Each Spinarak—could spin out nearly 50 meters of high-quality silk per day on average—with slight fluctuations depending on weather, humidity, and physical condition.
Market purchase price—200 to 400 PokéDollars per hundred meters—mainly supplied to textile factories, fishing gear manufacturers, and knitting factories—with broad sales prospects.
Due to trait enhancement—the farm's silk was significantly higher quality than market—after tests—purchasing agent Uncle Yoshino ultimately bought them at 800 PokéDollars per hundred meters.
Putting the thick farm journal back into the drawer—Wade didn't forget an even more important matter—searching his communicator for Eterna Forest map directions and exploration precautions.
Compared to Hiyori Forest—Eterna Forest—adjacent to Flower Garden Town—was far superior in both size and danger.
Not only known as Sinnoh's largest forest—but also caused many Trainers to get lost—due to complex tree-lined paths—and be tormented by wild Pokémon.
Perhaps accidentally stepping into Beedrill territory—being chased for days by a ferocious, vengeful swarm.
Or encountering Stantler with horns emitting pinkish-purple light—being confused and trapped in an illusion—earning the dark history of crawling on the ground.
Or breaking into the most eerie, terrifying place in the forest—the Old Chateau—and then…
As Wade sat in the chair—still reviewing precautions—he suddenly felt his lower body being enveloped by something soft and sticky—layered and tightly attached—cool and moist.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
His gaze shifted slightly—the farm owner saw a charming figure—seductively swallowing and sucking.
Compared to her previous small, feisty Sneasel form—Weavile was now completely a cold, sharp, alluring cat-girl.
Her originally delicate, immature, palm-sized pointed bud-like breasts—had swollen into plump, soft, alluring mounds—due to Trainer's earlier caresses and evolution.
These two full, rich, warm milk-orbs—swayed with her hip movements—creating layers of waves.
Even without words—from Weavile's increasingly intense actions—and her beautiful eyes brimming with loving soft light—one could vaguely guess her true thoughts.
Her masochistic tendencies had flared up again.
Seeing this—Wade—as this cold, alluring cat-girl wished—held her head with both hands—and penetrated her in an even more rigorous manner.
The precautions could wait a little longer—the urgent matter was to thoroughly satisfy this Pokémon Girl.
"Mmph! I'm completely… gasp, mmph gurgle… full!"
Compared to before—Weavile was undoubtedly colder and tighter.
The soft, sticky mouth of the cat-girl—influenced by unconscious cold air from her body—brought a sensation like enjoying a smooth, soft ice cream.
Her slightly cool, fragrant saliva—not only carefully entwined by her chilly little tongue—but also flowed down her large size—soaking her soft, delicate lips.
Whether the tightly enveloping, slippery, icy cavity—or the smooth, translucent tongue coating—or the two rows of silver teeth moistened by saliva—cool, smooth, with an unusually soft touch—or even the occasional overflow of fragrant, cold fluid—
All of it brought the farm owner's pleasure to its peak.
Weavile subconsciously tensed her delicate body—and streams of icy honey-water leaked from between her fair, beautiful legs—in a duck-sitting posture.
After briefly using such an iced Fiji cup—the Trainer was no longer satisfied with just that.
"Waaah~ I'm… I'm being lifted so high—Master—I can't take it—I'm going to… wuwuwuwu yiyiyi!!!"
The sensation of weightlessness as she was lifted into the air—the alternating fanning of her soft, perky buttocks and seductive, soft mounds—combined with the intense ravaging like a pile driver—
With all three working together—
The cold, sharp cat-girl leaned weakly against the wall with both hands—starry eyes rolled back—fragrant lips pouted—a sweet, fragrant stream of saliva flew from her small, crimson tongue—and muffled "Woof woof woof woof" sounds—accompanied by gushing tears—were released.
"Woof woof~"
Jenny and Growlithe—sleeping in the next room—still couldn't fall asleep.
Growlithe lay at the foot of the bed—let out a soft yawn.
Because of her overly sensitive hearing—even with decent soundproofing—this female canine Pokémon was still disturbed by the noisy sounds next door.
Unlike Growlithe—who wanted to sleep early—Jenny cautiously crept to the wall—carefully listening to the commotion.
Whether the initial scene of pushing Weavile until she trembled repeatedly—or the subsequent 'hoo-oh-oh-oh' sounds accompanied by slaps and forceful thrusts—it all brought her immense psychological shock.
Hmm—you still dare to say you didn't train her?!
Now it's not just about confining maids—even Pokémon Girls can't escape his clutches—
This is… it really violates the articles of the Alliance's moral law.
The righteous officer snorted—taking out handcuffs from her bag on the table.
These were the latest reinforced model—issued by the police station.
Even without lights on—the moonlight softly spilling through the window—made their circular appearance somewhat dazzling.
Sturdy and solid—under police station tests—even if directly withstanding Pokémon moves like Slash—there would generally be no breakage.
If cuffed on both hands—presumably no normal person could break free with their own strength.
However—these didn't seem to be for cuffing the farm owner in the next room.
Instead—
"Click!"
A moment later—Jenny watched as her fair, slender hands—were firmly clamped by the silver handcuffs.
She secretly swallowed—and her face was—at some point—completely flushed with a faint crimson blush.
The repeated, continuous sounds—didn't seem to be hitting Weavile—they felt more like they were being raised and fiercely slapped onto her own plump, round, fragrant, soft rear.
Though she only heard the seductive moans—the officer's pretty face was flushed—her eyelashes trembled frequently—and she couldn't help but tightly purse her cherry lips.
Tracing down her slender, delicate collarbone—like ripe, full Snowballs—and her smooth, alluring lower abdomen—a pair of long, beautiful legs tightly encased in black stockings—were restlessly rubbing together on the bed.
Even though she was a virgin—and had never masturbated—
If she didn't cuff herself—she wouldn't be able to resist wanting to enter her QQ space later!!!
"Woof woof~"
Growlithe—off to the side—sighed—her face full of despair.
At this moment—in addition to the unbearable seductive moans from the next room—there was also her Trainer wildly writhing on the bed—occasionally letting out alluring whimpers.
She declared that she could stay up all night tonight.
Not long after—Jenny—rubbing her moist, jade-like legs—ultimately couldn't resist the intrusion of the sin of lust.
Realizing that the moment the handcuffs were unlocked—her fair fingertips couldn't help but want to dig in—the officer's beautiful eyes were hazy—but her strong willpower still forced her to make a decision.
"No—no—I can't… I still need to cuff both hands to the bed. Growlithe—quick—come help."
"Woof~"
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