"Master~ This is for you!"
Alcremie, her face still flushed rouge, suddenly remembered her purpose. She darted out of the bedroom and returned moments later, carrying a small plate of berry chunks crowned with billows of fresh cream.
"Mmm... delicious~"
Leaning against the headboard, Wade accepted the offering. Under the pink-and-white loli's expectant gaze, he speared a piece with a toothpick and tasted it. His appreciative hum brought a visible brightening to her beautiful eyes.
The cream was rich, luscious, perfectly sweet. Paired with the crisp, tart Oran Berry, it made for an excellent breakfast.
For the Alcremie family, offering cream-decorated berries was the highest sign of trust—a gift reserved only for the Trainer they held dearest. And the happier they felt, the richer and more complex the cream's flavor became.
There were sixty-three confirmed Alcremie forms, each capable of producing different cream flavors depending on their coloration and decorations. But like all moves—[Rain Dance], [Sunny Day] —this cream was conjured from skill, not from the body itself. Delicious, yes, but something felt... incomplete.
Wade found himself preferring a more natural source.
"Th...there's actually more..."
Perhaps sensing his thoughts, little Alcremie ducked her head shyly, fingers pleating the fluffy fabric of her cherry-white dress. After a long, trembling moment, she climbed into his arms, her pretty face burning.
"Only... only for Master to eat~"
She lifted the thin veil at her chest.
The fluffy dress parted. She shifted closer, settling her fair, full, trembling form against him.
From below, Wade's gaze traveled upward. Delicate pink feet, like carved ice-lotuses, swayed gently against his waist. Arched like crescent moons, toes like perfect pearls—they were the kind of feet that seemed crafted by divine hands, plump and tender beneath a thin layer of snow-pale skin.
He reached up. His fingers found her slender, fragrant ankles—soft, warm, impossibly smooth.
"M-Master~!"
The moment he began to play, Alcremie's legs wrapped reflexively around his waist. A charming moan spilled from her throat.
Her verdant jade fingers, trembling, reached for the snow-soft mounds now flushed with delicate pink. She meant to offer them forward.
But the Trainer had his own ideas.
He released her beautiful feet, slid his hands up past her fragrant shoulders, and found the thin satin belt at her waist. One gentle pull—
The fluffy cherry-white dress surrendered. It slipped from her shoulders without resistance, sliding down until all of her snow-pale tenderness was revealed.
The plump, generous mounds that had only been hinted at before now stood fully exposed—proud and full against the delicate architecture of her frame.
"Woo... woo..."
Alcremie clutched at her soft, heavy breasts, a subconscious gesture. That familiar, moist warmth was already climbing—
And then Wade's lips found her.
She was unlike any other. The moment he drew close, he felt as though he were sinking into something impossibly soft—fragrant, yielding, like warm agar cheese given form. Her plush, ripe flesh was soft as water. At the first touch of his warm lips, it simply gave, wrapping around him, overflowing with sweet cream.
And that cream, spread across her already delicate skin, made her impossibly smoother, more fragrant. Wade found himself lingering.
"Ma...Master... it feels... so strange..."
Alcremie's slender lashes fluttered. Her swan-like neck, smooth and pale, beaded with faint, fragrant sweat. For this adorable, innocent creature, she had only glimpsed such intimacies last night—peeking through a crack in the door at the orgy within. Now, with her sensitive peaks and warmth beginning to move against him in shy, instinctive rhythm, the stimulation overwhelmed her.
She panted softly. Her waist swayed. Her clear, beautiful eyes grew hazy, glazing with a misty film as she gazed up at him with a look that was equal parts innocence and seduction.
"Master~"
Just as the Trainer was thoroughly enjoying his cream-dipped breakfast, a pitiful whimper interrupted.
Miltank Girl had woken.
She stood in the doorway, already holding her milk-fragrant snow-soft mounds, her brown eyes swimming with unshed tears.
Woo... woo woo...
Her lower lip protruded in a trembling pout. Tears threatened to spill.
You forgot me... you forgot your morning milk...
Right. The Milk Cow Loli. His daily early-milk provider.
Wade sighed—fondly, helplessly—and opened both arms.
"Mmmf..."
In moments, he had one in each arm, attending to both breakfasts simultaneously.
Thank Arceus for the purple-rank [Cure Body] trait, he reflected, smacking his lips with satisfaction. Otherwise, I'd have obesity and the three highs within a month.
The morning passed in warm, languid intimacy.
Too soon, it was time.
Rosa and Serperior stood at the farm gate, bags packed, ready to depart for the Lily of the Valley Conference.
"Rosa." Wade pulled her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Travel safe. I'll be there to watch your battles."
Looking at the reluctant busty girl, Wade smiled and gently ruffled her soft tea-colored hair.
"Next September. The Lily of the Valley Conference on Lilybell Island. Every Trainer with eight badges gets to compete."
He spoke softly, painting the picture for her. "Seven rounds of battles. Then the Champion is crowned. Victory Road opens. And after that... the Elite Four. The Champion of Sinnoh herself."
By then, the farm would be thriving again—prosperous enough that its owner could take extended time away. Time to sit in the stands and cheer for his girl.
"Sha~"
Gardevoir nodded in firm agreement beside him. After these days of shared intimacy, every Pokémon Girl in the cabin felt the ache of Rosa's impending departure.
"Okay." Rosa lifted her head, blinking back the moisture gathering in her beautiful eyes. She opened her fair, lotus-like arms and wrapped them tightly around the black-haired youth. "I'll win the championship for you, big brother. Just watch."
They held each other a moment longer, warmth passing between them. Then, with a final squeeze, Rosa stepped back. She gathered her luggage, Serperior coiling eagerly at her side, and turned toward the road.
One last glance over her shoulder.
Then she was gone.
"Lulu~?"
Beside him, Lopunny tugged gently at the Trainer's sleeve. Her soft eyes asked the question her voice couldn't: What now?
Wade considered.
The daily routine remained—milking the Miltank, tending crops and fruit trees. But with the processing equipment still en route, the farm's demands were lighter than usual.
And while a silver party was always an option... a qualified farm owner couldn't simply indulge indefinitely. There was work to do. Money to save. A bigger villa to eventually afford.
"Actually," he said slowly, "we have a trip to take."
He'd almost forgotten. The mine at the foot of Mt. Coronet—the one Skitty had mentioned what felt like ages ago. Everstones. Fossils. Various valuable items waiting to be claimed before anyone else discovered them.
Time to pack.
The Wooden Cabin
With Gardevoir's efficient help, supplies accumulated rapidly.
A sturdy tent for wild camping
Flashlights and spare batteries
Durable dry food
A compact cooking pot
Healing sprays and Antidotes
Rope, matches, a multi-tool
Wade surveyed the bulging backpack and nodded with satisfaction.
Now: who to bring?
Not everyone, obviously. The farm still needed caretakers.
Gardevoir—for close protection and teleportation-assisted travel speed.
Skitty—as guide, since she knew the route.
Alcremie—compact, portable, and useful as a "dry food" source if needed.
Tinkaton—who had volunteered with such enthusiasm that refusing felt impossible.
The others would stay and mind the farm.
"Mew..."
Mienshao leaned against the doorframe as they departed, her plump, mature form silhouetted against the cabin's warm light. She licked her slightly dry lips slowly, her affectionate gaze following the Trainer until he disappeared from view.
Come back soon, little master...
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