"Woof-woof-woof?"
The next day, Growlithe, who had been sleeping on the floor unaware of the passing time, finally opened her eyes tremblingly.
As her vision shifted from chaotic darkness to clarity, the little creature's sensitive nose detected something wrong first.
The room, which had previously been filled with a rich tea fragrance, had been replaced by another sweet, seductive scent.
Little Growlithe curiously raised her small head from between her fluffy paws.
What first entered her sight was a pile of clothing: the discarded cherry-pink nurse uniform, lace panties, white silk lace stockings, and a form-fitting bra were neatly stacked on the floor.
Beside that neat mountain of clothes was a vivid scene of spring lust.
Mmm... so Master's thing can not only be swallowed by the mouth, but it can also be used in that place...
Being just born and curious about everything regarding her Trainer, the little one blinked her watery eyes and began to ponder.
Next time I help Master handle his desire, can I do it like that too?
[Intimate interactions with Female Trainer: Joy Saori count +1]
[Joy Saori's Blessing (Rainbow)] x2
[Joy Saori's Blessing (Gold)] x5
[Joy Saori's Blessing (Red)] x8
[Joy Saori's Blessing (Red/Gold/Rainbow): Increases the holder's endurance. When equipped to a Pokémon, it increases the recovery amount of healing moves by 30%, 40%, and 50%.]
"Hah-ah~ My brain is melting... Mr. Hakuya, you can't keep going like this... it's too, too intense... oh-oh~ so comfortable... no!!! ~ Eee-uuu-uuu?"
Her wide, ripe, and voluptuous buttocks were completely exposed to the air.
Under Hakuya's unreserved "instant-fall pile driving" throughout the night, this nurse lady who was trying it for the first time was no match at all.
Her charming eyes rolled up slightly, her soft, sticky cries mixing with a few soft threats like a hissing kitten, along with a sense of pleasure that was crisp to the extreme.
Complex emotions made it hard for Joy Saori to tell if she wanted to stop or continue.
I'm so stupid, really.
Last night after being caught by Mr. Hakuya, why didn't I run away? Instead, I full-heartedly expected to be threatened until I was bred till this morning.
The long-accumulated sexual repression has been completely released, that's true, but if he keeps hammering into me, I will...
Joy Saori swallowed hard, feeling her brain tremble frantically.
Initially, her understanding of eroticism was just being broken through and filled, lasting for a short time.
That was why she impulsively drugged Hakuya last night, planning to take him herself.
She never expected that the intensity of deep communication with Hakuya would be far greater than she imagined.
Being swollen and filled for an entire night, her long-suppressed body received an unprecedented release.
Hakuya's scent was now firmly branded into her, and as time passed, she uncontrollably became more and more excited.
That's right, if this continues...
My body will completely fall into depravity, and I'll turn into an erotic sow who can't even think straight—
"Mmm?"
Hearing Joy Saori's soft, sticky moans, Hakuya only gave a slight smile, showing no intention of stopping.
"Just too intense? That means... I haven't done enough yet~"
"After all, Saori, you've forgotten the more respectful address we agreed on last night again..."
"As punishment, I need to hear erotic sounds that completely contradict your usual self!"
"Uuu..."
Joy Saori pursed her cherry lips, her thoughts chaotic and hazy.
The concepts she was taught since childhood made her maintain the lady-like elegance expected of a member of her great family.
In everyone's impression, whenever twilight filled the Pokémon Center and weary Trainers rushed in with injured Pokémon, she always stood at the counter with a gentle, kind smile.
—She would comfort them with soft words, and like a warm spring breeze, she would calmly and kindly treat their injured Pokémon.
Though her nature was as gentle as a spring stream over rocks, the sense of distance taught by her family was never absent.
Her gestures never showed cold alienation, yet they contained a perfect sense of propriety.
Aside from necessary work matters, no one had ever seen her have excessive contact with any member of the opposite sex.
But beneath this elegant and gentle exterior, Joy Saori was actually a lewd nympho who had been suppressing her desires for a very long time.
Because of the Joy family's ancestral teachings and the fact that they could reproduce through specific medicinal springs, the members had abandoned the custom of marrying and mating with men.
Even if intermarriage wasn't strictly forbidden, the conditions to achieve it were extremely harsh.
Throughout the history of the Joy family, no male Trainer had ever been worthy in their eyes, let alone getting the unanimous approval of all Joy members.
Thus, that option eventually became a mere formality.
However, as normal women, their physiological needs were still very much present.
While every Miss Joy's will was firm enough to strictly follow her heart, without a way to vent, their sexual repression only became more severe.
If Hakuya hadn't been the right person, Joy Saori would have continued to suppress herself just as she had in the past.
But whether it was her impulsive decision to drug Mr. Hakuya last night or the way her soft, charming body was now unconsciously catering to him.
As she curled her crystal-clear toes back and forth with his fierce movements, and as the two petals of her moist white "steamed bun jade" sucked and wrapped around that scorching heat with indisputable thirst...
All these signs clearly showed Joy Saori's transformation, pushing her internal conflict to its peak.
Whether it was his incubus-like seductive face, his power that surpassed even the Elite Four and Champions, or the good character she felt while getting along with him, she had a very high opinion of Hakuya.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have reported him to the family for marriage, nor would she have thought of drugging him to "cook the raw rice."
But her sensitive body felt too much when facing her sweetheart.
Combined with the elegant sense of propriety instilled in her by her family and her habit of never falling for any man, Joy Saori felt deeply ashamed of her current state—moaning repeatedly while being bred in Hakuya's arms.
Realizing this, Joy Saori's cheeks turned as red as if they were on fire.
However, after sensing the nurse lady's contradictory and tangled behavior, Hakuya didn't waste many words.
What are you muttering about?!
Your mouth says no, but your body is very honest. Since you thought of using sleeping drugs to attack me last night, you should have prepared to be filled ruthlessly all day as the prey becomes the hunter!!!
"Slower... slower... I will... properly... properly cooperate, Master ho-oh-oh-oh~"
Sensing a more violent offensive, Joy Saori's originally snowy-white head burst with a lewd blush.
Her cute pink tongue instinctively stuck out to vent her surging lust, and crystal-like threads of saliva overflowed from her mouth.
The sweet saliva flowed down her jade-like skin, soaking her white, slender neck, the two masses of white, full, sweet milk-meat on her chest, and her soft, flat abdomen.
Such an erotic posture combined with her cooperative words made it hard to link this erotic mature sister to the previously gentle nurse lady.
The contrast was simply too cute—
Seeing this, Hakuya's eyes lit up. He hugged the nurse lady's voluptuous, soft waist, and crushed down from above, moving the battlefield from the floor to the table.
"Not bad, not bad. You recognized your mistake so quickly."
"Saori, as you wish, I'll slow down a bit~"
Hakuya kissed the nurse lady's cheek lightly, and his large hands, which had been gripping the snow-white milk globes, loosened gently.
The charming breasts, which had been overflowing with pleasure, seemed like erotic pets deprived of comfort the moment Hakuya let go.
They immediately showed their discomfort—the fair, voluptuous snow globes rebounded like pudding.
In an instant, large amounts of sweet, warm milk sprayed out along with her charming moans, sticking wetly to Hakuya's fingertips.
While this nurse lady's eyes were full of lust and her lips were drooling, Hakuya's hand, stained with milk, suddenly reached out and caught her pink, fragrant tongue.
In the next second, Joy Saori felt a rich milk flavor spread across her taste buds.
Hakuya's slender fingers sandwiched her pink tongue, playing with it unscrupulously.
Sometimes his finger pads slid and pressed gently on her pink tongue coating, and sometimes his fingertips went deep into her mouth, rubbing and licking the smooth walls of her oral cavity.
Such behavior naturally made Joy Saori very uncomfortable.
Even as a naturally gentle nurse lady, she actually started to resist, her small, dark-red tongue tip acting like a spirit snake, licking and counterattacking against Hakuya's palm.
However, while things on her face were going well, the situation below was quite pitiable, as she was reduced to a meat pad.
Her fragrant, soft "honey peaches" were like two puddles of cream ice cream melted by scorching heat.
Sometimes his strength was as heavy as a thousand pounds and swift as the wind, shattering Joy Saori's hard-won sobriety.
—Her beautiful eyes rolled up, her lips opened wide, and along with her intermittent sweet moans, thin sweat broke out on her snowy skin.
Tears and saliva rolled down together, shattering on her full and fertile milk globes.
Sometimes he was careful, teasing her and making her bite her lip subconsciously, her eyebrows knitting together.
—To quench her thirst, she twisted her slender waist, and her long, smooth legs wrapped tightly around Hakuya's waist.
Failing to get what she wanted, she was so desperate that she wished she could just sit down and be filled to the brim.
[Eee-ah-ah-ah... why... why isn't there more? My brain is going to...]
[No! Please don't stop! Even if I get filled until I'm squelching, it's okay...]
[Enough, enough, if this keeps up, I'll really be turned into a little idiot...]
[Mr. Hakuya... Master... you're so bad, so over-the-top uuu-uuu-uuu]
Joy Saori raised her face, and it felt like her tears were about to fall.
If the fierce hammering at the beginning struck her soul, making her want to sink into Hakuya's arms, the occasional teasing was like a fluffy brush constantly wiping her most sensitive parts—she wanted it, but she couldn't get satisfied.
"Uuu-uuu-uuu-uuu~ Uuu-wah~ Uuu-uuu-uuu?!"
"Ah?! What... why are you crying?"
Hakuya looked at Joy Saori, whose eyes were full of tears.
He didn't know what to do as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
His intention was just to add a bit of erotic play, but he didn't expect it to turn into this.
He had only seen ahegao with eyes rolling back and tongues sticking out; he had never seen someone cry during a deep exchange.
Of course, a "milky peach nurse" drenched in tears was indeed even more erotic than one in a state of ahegao—
"Uuu-uuu-uuu Mr. Hakuya... you bastard... I... I'm going to..."
Joy Saori sniffed her sour nose, her emerald-blue eyes now completely soaked in a misty haze.
As she spoke, the gentle Joy Saori didn't know what kind of aggressive words to use.
Short of words, the nurse lady struggled, and with a sudden surge of strength and Hakuya's surprised cooperation, she pushed Hakuya down to the floor.
Such behavior, which contradicted the good upbringing she had received, made Joy Saori hesitate for a moment.
But when she saw the scorching heat she so desperately wanted to sit on, her hesitation vanished in the urgency of seeking pleasure.
Then, she unhesitatingly raised her hips and squatted down deep!
"I'm going to explode you!!!"
Joy Saori, whose defenses had been shattered, screamed the roughest words she had ever said in her life, her persona completely collapsing.
Yes, she was the one who couldn't help drugging Mr. Hakuya last night to sleep with him!
Now, she should be the one on top!
Forget about etiquette, forget about keeping her heart pure; she just wanted...
"Mmm-uuu-oh-oh~ No, my waist won't stop oh-oh-oh~"
Two hours later.
Curled up in the covers, Joy Saori tightly gripped the bedsheet, timidly peeking out with her emerald-blue eyes.
After the passion, as her reason returned, the gentle nurse lady finally realized how inappropriate her behavior just now was.
Gathering a bit of strength, she crawled under the sheets, ignoring her messy body.
"Uuu... Mr. Hakuya, I will arrange the family cooperation as soon as possible, you don't need to worry..."
"I... I'm a bit tired. Can you give me some private space to rest alone?"
After finishing the business talk, she tremblingly issued an "eviction order."
Hakuya, now dressed and tidy, noticed the nurse lady clutching the sheets like a "steaming engine," and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
"Remember to rest well. If you have any problems, come find me."
"O-Okay."
With affectionate blue eyes, she watched Hakuya's back as he walked out the door.
Joy Saori pursed her lips, her flushed face radiating heat like a furnace. Finally, she buried her face in the covers.
"That was truly incredible..."
Joy Saori muttered to herself under the warm quilt, like an ostrich.
Just by tasting a few positions, she had almost cried herself into a faint.
She even had a premonition that Mr. Hakuya hadn't given his full output, yet even that was enough to make her reach ecstasy.
Thinking of the scene where she finally squatted down, Joy Saori's already red face flushed even deeper.
She had wanted a pure and delicate union, but instead... Uuu-wah-ah-ah-ah, I'm dying, I'm dying! Why did I do that? That scene was so shameful!!!
"This... feels a bit bad."
Outside the room, Hakuya sighed lightly.
This should have been a normal, sweet exchange, but because he mentioned "instant-fall" at the beginning and teased her a bit, the sexually repressed nurse lady actually screamed about "exploding him" and ended up in that strange state.
Mmm... Joy Saori, could she have developed some strange attribute because of him?!