"Mmm..."
Disturbed by the nightmare, Articuno was scared into a cold sweat early in the morning.
But it seemed she still woke up too late. When she tremulously opened her eyes, she witnessed the NTR plot from the dream reflected in reality.
Sure enough, this isn't a dream, uuu-uuu-uuu~
[Intimate interactions with Farm Pokémon: Darkrai count +1]
[Soul-Eating Nightmare (Rainbow)] x3
[Soul-Eating Nightmare (Gold)] x9
[Soul-Eating Nightmare (Red)] x12
[Soul-Eating Nightmare (Red/Gold/Rainbow): Significantly improves the holder's ability to resist drowsiness and speeds up mental recovery; if equipped to a Pokémon, increases the power of all its Dark-type moves by 30%, 40%, 50%, and inflicts an additional 30%, 40%, 50% damage to sleeping opponents respectively.]
"This cannot continue!"
Seeing this Nightmare God still not giving up and dragging the farm owner after squeezing him all night, the clear, graceful blue-haired mature sister, originally immersed in the reality of being NTRed, froze for a moment, then instantly became anxious.
Her slender, snowy-tender hands stepped forward, pulling the mortise and tenon structure in front of her apart completely.
It-It's not that she's simply envious...
But if this continues, her beloved Trainer will sooner or later become the shape of this detestable, insidious, cunning, perverted white-haired woman!
"You foreign white-haired yandere gloomy woman, I won't hold you accountable for last night's matter, but this morning must end here!"
"Mmm?"
Interrupted midway, Darkrai's face darkened.
"I think it's clearly you, this blue-haired bird girl, who wants it, right!?"
Having lived for thousands of years, how could the Nightmare God not guess Articuno's thoughts? She spoke bluntly.
"..."
For a moment, Articuno and Darkrai exchanged verbal blows briefly, then focused their gazes on Hakuya.
This was a standard harem Pokémon girl group fire event.
Facing such a dangerous situation, the weak Trainer only deserved to hide in the corner, shivering under the pressure of the Shuraba (carnage/jealousy scene).
And a hesitant Trainer looking left and right would easily be "Nice Boat-ed" (stabbed/killed) by one side for failing to make a choice.
As for the center of this Shuraba vortex, Hakuya pondered for a moment, then extended his large hand with distinct knuckles, choosing to give these two Pokémon girls a flick on the forehead cleanly.
Snap! Snap!
"Mmm..."
Accompanied by the crisp sound and the charming whimpers ringing out in unison, Hakuya looked gloomy and complained.
"I say, the Trainer isn't your toy—"
Regarding the harem matter, the farm owner was always frank, expressing that he just wanted to give every cute Pokémon girl a big home.
"Nah~ Small fry Master is truly greedy..."
Although slightly dissatisfied with not being able to possess the Trainer 100%, this white-haired mature sister only frowned, without the imagined yandere look of picking up a hatchet.
Twisting her soft fingers lightly, pulling the slipped strap back up to her snowy shoulder, Darkrai tucked her scattered silver-white long hair behind her ear. Her sticky, hot, fragrant, full, ripe honey lips slowly approached Hakuya's ear, breathing out warm, intoxicating breaths.
At this moment, she was no longer as arrogant and cold as when they first met, but mixed with a hint of obsessive charm and overflowing possessiveness.
"Hoo~ But... I didn't say I dislike it... even a few more, dozens, or hundreds doesn't matter~"
Between charming words and soft whispers, the Nightmare God's smooth, tender, soft, fragrant jade tongue kept teasing and licking the Trainer's earlobe.
And a pair of crimson beautiful eyes shone like peach blossoms, full of tender feelings and sweetness.
"After all... having you is enough for me."
She looked at Hakuya before her and revealed a sickly smile again.
"In the days to come, I will..."
"Always."
"Always."
"Watch you."
"Forbidden, not allowed, and can't run away secretly."
Compared to dividing Hakuya into several equal parts with Dark Pulse, Darkrai, captured in a Poké Ball for the first time in thousands of years, felt that a complete Trainer was still the best.
Like, like, like, like, like, like!
After finishing breakfast, probably stimulated by the fact that she had no power to fight back against Darkrai last night, this usually gentle and charming Articuno rarely had a cold gaze, looking frosty.
Holding the thought of wanting to become stronger and sooner or later make the Nightmare God taste defeat too...
After bidding farewell to the Trainer, she set off to fly to the ice caves in Mount Coronet for extra training.
Watching that ice-blue back gradually disappear into the horizon, Hakuya shook his head gently, only able to pray in his heart.
Those wild Trainers passing by Mount Coronet accidentally, please don't be buried by Articuno with a [Blizzard] in passing.
When he turned around, just as he opened his mouth to call the two Hisuian girls to go to the lake, he suddenly saw a strange object floating in his shadow dragging on the ground.
Needless to say, just looking at that iconic white hair, he knew it was that Pokémon girl.
Clearly caught red-handed, those crimson beautiful eyes didn't blink, staying on the farm owner's face all the time, looking like "Forbidden to escape, I will stalk you ruthlessly."
Seeing this, Hakuya wiped the fine sweat on his forehead subconsciously, looking quite helpless.
Great, this white-haired yandere really got addicted to stalking the Trainer!
Compared to Miss Gardevoir's pervert attribute, Darkrai was undoubtedly much crazier and more dangerous.
The former at least belonged to the Embrace Pokémon. Although she had the determination to bet her life to protect her beloved Master, she hadn't reached the point of sticking to him every step of the way and pestering him to death. Occasionally, she would also show a cool and delicate nature.
The latter leaned towards yandere heavy love. After thousands of years of emotional accumulation were completely released, not keeping Hakuya in a small dark room for juice-squeezing imprisonment but choosing to share the Trainer's usage rights with other Pokémon girls was already the biggest concession she made.
Hakuya was really afraid now that while walking, this white-haired yandere Nightmare God couldn't hold back and would directly throw a [Dark Void] move, dragging him into the dreamscape for ruthless juice squeezing.
"Master, let's go quickly~"
Just as the farm owner was staring at Darkrai, Akari and Irida cupped their hands around their mouths like trumpets, calling loudly.
As soon as their energetic calls came from not far away, this Nightmare God blinked her crimson beautiful eyes lightly and disappeared back into the Trainer's shadow.
The gloomy white-haired yandere was currently only interested in two things.
The first was the juice-squeezing operation against the Trainer.
The second was hiding in the corner, enjoying the pleasure of watching the Trainer silently alone.
If disturbed by others, she would hide in a more hidden place.
"Truly unexpectedly cute—"
Hakuya looked at the scene before him, unable to help smiling.
Well, after all, who can refuse a white-haired yandere mature sister who won't use a hatchet and has eyes only for you?
The so-called peeking from the side is both overflowing possessiveness towards the Trainer and a guarding method unique to the Nightmare God!
Suppressing the throbbing thoughts slightly, the farm owner turned his gaze to Akari and Irida not far away.
The two youthful and beautiful Hisuian girls, holding professional scissors for harvesting, had been waiting obediently in the villa courtyard for a long time.
"Let's go."
"Today's task is to harvest Mental Herbs at the lake."