Muttering confusedly, Hakuya untied the package binding. What came into view was a letter imprinted with a Snivy pattern and a small bag filled with some crop seeds.
"Saa~"
Gardevoir, not in her nymphomaniac state, leaned over slightly, her ruby beautiful eyes looking at the letter together with her Trainer.
Signed by Momoko.
The handwriting was as beautiful and moving as the name.
The content roughly welcomed Hakuya to visit the Unova region when he had time, and she also specially mailed some novel crop seeds, hoping he would accept this gift and plant them on the farm.
"It seems that next time I have time to go to Unova, I'll bring some specialties as a thank-you gift..."
Hakuya looked at the letter filled with beautiful handwriting, then at the heavy bag of seeds, a touch of emotion rising in his heart.
Although they had only video chatted and hadn't met offline, Rosa's mother seemed to have a high favorability towards him. Not only did she invite him to visit Unova repeatedly, but she also specially gifted a bag of seemingly quite precious seeds.
Thinking of this, Hakuya suddenly remembered the first video call when he jokingly rejected Momoko's suggestion for him to fly to Unova for a grand wedding—that beautiful woman's eyes held not only surprise and gratification at his unmoved stance but also seemingly a hint of faint disappointment.
Mmn... maybe it was his illusion.
"Lill lill~"
Unlike the farm owner lost in thought, Lilligant had already untied the mouth of the seed bag. In her joy, she couldn't wait to call him to start sowing quickly.
Seeing this, Hakuya also came back to his senses, looking at the heavy seed bag opening.
The seeds gifted by Aunt Momoko were indeed very novel. Their traces were basically invisible in both Sinnoh and Unova; they were specialty crops unique to the Galar region.
[Sweet Apple/Tart Apple/Syrupy Apple: Tastes sweet, tart, and rich in syrup respectively. Consumption can make a specific Pokémon evolve into different forms.]
Similar to the common Oran Berry and Pecha Berry, these three types of apples also belong to the category of berries with special effects in the Pokémon world. They can be sold to dessert shops as raw materials for making apple pies of various flavors. The price is often between 200 and 300 League Coins per catty, hundreds of times more than ordinary apples.
Besides being sold as ingredients, these three apples are also evolution items.
When used on the Grass + Dragon type Applin respectively, the Sweet Apple can evolve it into Appletun, the Tart Apple can evolve it into Flapple, and the Syrupy Apple can evolve it into Dipplin and Hydrapple.
"I wonder if a group of Applin will come after planting and harvesting..."
Hakuya watched Lopunny diligently digging out planting pits of uniform size, first nodded with satisfaction, then murmured.
Compared to the rigidity of games in his previous life, Pokémon in reality don't necessarily stay in one area. Cross-region migration is also common, especially with increased exchanges between regional Leagues in recent years. Many Pokémon originally living only in a certain region have also migrated and settled in other different places.
It's not impossible for Applin from the Galar region to appear in the Sinnoh region.
And in his impression, its evolved form Appletun is an excellent farm-raised Pokémon. The nectar produced on its body tastes sweet and is completely not inferior to the Sweet Honey made from Gracidea flowers.
"Dragonite, please use Rain Dance."
"Awoo~"
At this moment, hearing the Trainer's call, the giant-like tall Dragonite shook her head naively and cutely, then raised her head to emit a loud dragon roar.
Compared to the rainy weather caused by Delcatty using [Rain Dance] earlier, this much stronger Dragon Pokémon obviously brought a grander rain scene.
Cracks like spider webs opened between the clouds. Dark clouds surged, rain poured down from the sky, and splashing water soaked into the soil pits planted with seeds. In an instant, the entire vast mountain orchard was shrouded in the rain curtain summoned by the giant Dragonite.
Besides planting the apple seeds gifted by Aunt Momoko in the orchard, Hakuya also reclaimed more than ten acres of land according to the original plan to plant crops such as Pecha Berries, Leppa Berries, and Smoke Poke.
In this way, the food demand of the farm and processing factory in the short term was met.
"Alright, it's almost time to go back for lunch."
Glancing at the scorching sun hanging directly overhead, Hakuya looked with satisfaction at the fields covered with fertilizer and watered before him.
Next was the essential project for the farming party: daily care and waiting for the harvest.
When Hakuya returned to the farm villa and walked a few steps from the living room to the kitchen, he saw a mouth-drying scene.
Cogita stood in front of the cutting board wrapped in a naked apron, chopping something unknown. Her brilliant, dazzling, smooth silver hair, incomparable even to the finest tassels, draped behind her head, covering her smooth, tender, naked beautiful back, gently patting on her elegantly curved waist and hips.
The pat pat sound seemed to be deliberately seducing Hakuya to shift his gaze to those voluptuous buttock spheres—snow-white and smooth as if coated with a layer of milk honey, round and perky, not losing to ripe sweet peaches. Hakuya only needed to exert a little force to squeeze out sweet, mouth-filling juice from them.
And her thin, pink, tender fragrant shoulders poked out translucent, fair snowy skin from the silver-white hair waterfall that submerged her from time to time with the movement of her wrists.
Even though it was difficult to peek at those round, soft, glutinous, abundant honey breasts from the back view, just from the bursts of sound produced by the collision of the milk balls like snowy greasy honey cakes, one could imagine how alluring the front of these two voluptuous white giant breasts, round and perky like melons and larger than her jade shoulders, would be, and what bouncy soft enjoyment it would be when held in hand to play with and ravage.
Seemingly influenced by the sweet juice feeding late last night, this silver-haired mature maid now always wore this outfit whenever it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner time, giving the farm owner a fragrant, sweet, delicious extra meal benefit from time to time.
It was really too erotic—
"Woo~ Mmn mmn... Master haa~"
Feeling her round, full, perky milky white meat buttocks being wantonly climbed and rubbed by the burning heat, Cogita, who was concentrating on cutting vegetables, couldn't help trembling.
But her fragrant, soft, smooth, moist peach buttocks were unusually obedient, sticking to Hakuya's palm like melted ice cream. Snowy white buttock flesh overflowed from between his fingers and then wrapped tightly from all sides.
Hakuya looked at this silver-haired maid turning slightly sideways, those watery beautiful eyes carrying a bit of infatuated charm. In the end, he couldn't hold back much and played with the crisp, soft honey buttocks in his palm that were about to surge and shake out meat waves a bit more.
"Ma... Master... Haa~ L-Lighter, otherwise I won't have strength to cut vegetables mmn hum..."
Cogita moaned charmingly, half-leaning against Hakuya's chest, feeling her fingers holding the kitchen knife and chopping on the cutting board going soft.
After all, having gone through so many sex parties, Hakuya obviously knew her body too well—although the force wasn't great, every pinch, grasp, and rub seemed to hit the sensitive zone directly, causing this mature silver-haired maid to lose her mind involuntarily, leaking bursts of soul-hooking warm, soft panting from her lips.
Seeing this, Hakuya finally moved his hand away from the honey peach crisp buttocks and hugged this silver-haired maid loosely from behind instead.
"Mmn, take your time. I'll serve the dishes later."
"Whew ah~ O... Okay~"
Although her honey buttocks were played with until they were soft and hot, and there would inevitably be a burst of extreme emptiness after the palm suddenly left, feeling the breath from Hakuya getting closer and the body temperature becoming hotter as it approached, Cogita still subconsciously pursed her trembling, rippling red lips tightly.
Her almost naked slender, charming snake waist was gently embraced by arms. The farm owner behind her lowered his head slightly, burying his nose tip into the waterfall-like silver hair at the back of her neck, lightly sniffing the fleshy scent of a female, greasy, mature woman on her body that was about to condense into liquid.
After being honest with each other countless times, occasionally this kind of old married couple's intimacy was also very satisfying~
Amidst her rosy jade face, Cogita leaned back slightly, bringing her body closer to Hakuya.
"Since you're already wet like this, don't waste this delicious 'appetizer'."
Hakuya's voice was a bit hoarse, carrying unquestionable aggression. His large hand went all the way down along that flat, smooth lower abdomen, easily probing into that wet, hot peach source that had long been flooded.
"Mmn... Master... come directly in... please..."
Cogita twisted her water-snake-like waist unbearably, her hands gripping the edge of the cold cooking counter in front of her tightly, sticking those two voluptuous, fat, beautiful honey peach buttock cheeks high, actively catering to that scorching giant object behind her that had long been angrily swollen and upright.
Squelch—!
Accompanied by a blushing water stain sound, that hideous meat blade pierced through the layers of tight, sucking charming flesh with the force of breaking bamboo, slamming fiercely into the deepest part of her body.
"Ah ah—! Too deep... Haa... going to be broken by Master...!"
The intense feeling of fullness made the silver-haired maid throw her head back abruptly. Her slender swan neck tensed into a beautiful arc, broken and sweet charming cries spilling from her mouth. Hakuya showed no pity, holding her slender willow waist, and began a storm-like conquest.
Every powerful impact caused that pair of unrestrained snow-white magnificent breasts to tremble violently, slapping out shameful milk waves. Even a lot of milk splashed out with the shaking, dripping onto the vegetables on the cutting board. The plap plap plap sound of flesh colliding intertwined with that gluck gluck water sound, playing an obscene movement in this kitchen full of life atmosphere.
"Right here... fill Cogita up... shoot all... all into the uterus... Haa ah ah..."