Even Sinnoh champions have to work hard.

Now, although Oboro's trainer has passed away, she will carry on this effort and skill!

Kazama Shiromo took a small sip of tea and frowned slightly. It wasn't that the tea was bad; the light fragrance and sweet taste filled his senses. However, the overpowering sweetness of the nectar masked the original bittersweet flavor of the tea.

Tea is a beverage that is meant to be enjoyed for its slightly bitter taste. After the bitterness has passed, you can then savor the lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

Although this cup of tea from Oboro is very sweet and delicious on its own, it loses its charm once it loses a certain bitterness.

Wait, what am I asking of a Pokémon? Kazama Shiramo shook his head and smiled. He was being delusional. Oboro was just a Dragonite; for it to be able to brew tea was already quite strange. Besides, Pokémon and humans have different tastes. Only strange creatures like humans would consciously seek out bitter or spicy flavors. Most Pokémon prefer sweet or salty foods, or even the fishy smell of meat.

It's already quite rare for a Dragonite like Oboro to brew tea for him, so he shouldn't ask for anything or waste the other person's good intentions. After thinking for a moment, Kazama Shiromo drank the tea in his hand in one gulp and gently placed it on the table.

After watching Kazama Shiromo drink the tea with red moon flowers in one gulp, Oboro's lips involuntarily curled into a smile, her eyes fixed on Kazama Shiromo like a wild beast staring intently at its prey.

"Oboro, why are you staring at me like that?" Kazama Shiromo sensed a strange atmosphere as he looked at Oboro, who was staring intently at him.

"Master is so handsome." Long didn't say anything out of turn. Any medicine takes time to take effect, and she was still quietly waiting for the side effects of the Red Moon Flower to take effect.

Her previous trainer had told her that she must not be hasty in this kind of thing. She had to wait until the man made the first move on her, and then she would pretend to resist symbolically. Only when the man pinned her down on the bed, wanting to vent his frustrations, should she ask him to take responsibility.

A man driven by lust will stop thinking about anything else at this point; this is the time to achieve his goal. Back then, her trainer used this tactic to successfully get her to marry into a Dragon Clan. Although she didn't intend for her trainer to marry into a Dragonite family, she understood that girls should always be 'passive' in these situations.

Kazama Shiromo looked at Oboro, who was sitting to the side with her hand supporting her face and looking at her, and couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Do Dragonite's aesthetic sense match that of humans?"

"Whether from the perspective of Dragon-type Pokémon aesthetics or from the perspective of human aesthetics, the owner is very good-looking."

"Is that so? That sounds like a very happy thing." Kazama Shiromo smiled. Being praised for one's appearance is always a happy thing, especially when your looks are recognized by other races. It's impossible not to be happy about that.

"Hehe." Oboro didn't answer anything, just quietly looked at Kazama Shiromo.

Kazama Shiromo was at a loss for words, and the two fell into silence, simply staring at each other for a full eight seconds.

This is a time when a bunch of young men and women can fall in love!

However, Kazama Shiramo felt that something was amiss.

I feel a little dizzy. Is it because I was too tired last night? It can't be that bad, right? But I have been feeling a bit weak lately.

But it feels a bit hot. Hmm, the weather on the sea is a bit hot. My body is a little itchy and hot. I feel like taking off my clothes, but Oboro is still in front of me, so it's not good.

Speaking of Oboro, Kazama Shiramo looked at Oboro, who was propping her head up with her hand. Was it just his imagination? He felt that Oboro looked really beautiful right now, and, moreover, her smile was a little... a little... lewd.

P.S. I failed two courses again today and got called in for a talk by my advisor. If I fail another course this semester, I'll have to make you repeat the year! Sigh, I have exams coming up, so I guess I'll only be able to update once a day. I'll be able to update properly when the July holidays arrive.

Chapter 73 Lugia, the Cuckold Suspect

"Master, are you hot?" Oboro's face had a pure yet charming smile, which made Kazama Shiromo's heart beat faster. Yes, he felt very hot and seemed to feel sleepy but couldn't fall asleep.

At this moment, Oboro seemed to have changed in his eyes, as if a beauty filter had been applied, and the charm of Oboro's beautiful face was infinitely magnified in Kazama Shiramo's eyes.

Moist lips, dreamy eyes—it's clearly the same person, so why is there such a huge difference?

Why has Oboro become so beautiful?

Gazing at the beautiful face of the woman before him, Kazama Shirabu felt an unbearable heat rising within him. He longed, he felt, he felt like pressing the beautiful woman before him down onto the bed beside him…

Wait, what the hell am I thinking? While thoughts are innocent, this is going too far! And... Oboro is a Pokémon...

Wait, there doesn't seem to be a problem. Ho-Oh is a Pokémon, Lugia is a Pokémon, Kyogre is a Pokémon, Gardevoir and Froslass are all Pokémon, so there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that...

Kazama Shiramo swallowed nervously, his mind growing increasingly hazy. A burning sensation mingled with his boiling blood, an indescribable feeling spreading through his being. Reason was crumbling; all that seemed to remain was…

desire!

Kazama Shiramo's eyes became somewhat dazed, and the spreading desire made him want to find a place to vent, but what came into view was only a rather beautiful woman in yellow.

When a man is extremely driven by lust, he can be willing to sleep with anyone as long as the other person isn't too unpleasant. In this state where rationality evaporates, Kazama Shiromo, who had completely lost his mind, could no longer suppress his inner fervor and pounced on Oboro, who was standing obediently to the side without any intention of avoiding him.

"Ah, Master, what are you doing?" Oboro seemed very surprised. The 'delicate and powerless' girl 'coincidentally' stood next to the bed and was pounced on the bed by Kazama Shiromo, whose beastly blood was boiling.

"No, no!" Oboro pressed her hands against Kazama Shiromo's chest, forcing out tears from the corners of her eyes, weakly refusing the domineering Kazama Shiromo, truly enacting the classic scene of a virtuous woman being forced... what a load of rubbish!

You're a pseudo-legendary Dragonite, a professional farmer who can unleash three punches and become a monster, and you're being forced by a human? Are you trying to make me laugh to death so you can inherit my Alipay account?

The frail and powerless Dragon Girl's weak resistance did not hinder Kazama Shiramo in the slightest; her clothes and dress were torn off piece by piece.

Logically speaking, of the six Pokémon that Kazama Shiromo currently carries, apart from Oboro, who is the person involved, and Flygon, who wouldn't get involved in such trivial matters, the other four should all have a reason to get involved in this matter.

However, the Pokémon were now caught in a strange balance.

First, there's Kyogre. Her stance is quite peculiar. She belongs to the same category as Oboro, and at this moment, she doesn't seem interested in condemning Oboro's behavior. Although Kazama Shiramo seems a bit off, ultimately, if the trainer takes the initiative, there's no right to condemn it. As for Oboro's half-hearted attitude, Kyogre isn't foolish enough to think that this champion-level Dragonite would be powerless to push away a human trainer.

Ultimately, when it comes to a trainer and a Pokémon falling in love, if the Pokémon is unwilling to reciprocate the trainer's feelings, then the trainer cannot force the Pokémon to love them in return.

So Kyogre didn't want to get involved and couldn't. At least while Lugia was still around, she felt she had no right to interfere. She could just find an opportunity to sneak a bite.

Gardevoir and Froslass had a simpler idea: if the sky were to fall, the taller ones would hold it up first. Since Lugia and Kyogre, the two big shots, hadn't yet made a move to stop this bitch dragon, the two of them couldn't act rashly.

Flygon is a mindless creature. As long as it poses no threat to Kazama Shiramo's safety, Flygon never cares about trivial matters such as how many Pokémon its owner has slept with.

So, everything ultimately points to—the now-isolated Lugia!

In fact, Lugia, who had superpowers that allowed him to sense the entire situation, knew this better than anyone else. Kazama Shiramo's condition was abnormal, which meant there was something wrong with that cup of tea. His trainer had been drugged, and the Pokémon that had done it was obviously this seemingly innocent but actually manipulative dragon in front of him.

However, very unusually, Lugia did not have any intention of stopping it.

Sensing everything happening in the room, Lugia, for some reason, chose to watch coldly as her trainer lost her mind, as her trainer pinned Oboro down on the bed, and as her trainer tore off Oboro's clothes piece by piece.

It seems so, it's turned green again...

Lugia didn't know how to describe her feelings. It was clearly a terrible thing; Kyogre's cuckolding last night had almost driven her to the brink of collapse. Yet, after enduring it all, she was surprisingly indifferent to seeing other Pokémon sleeping with their trainers! In fact, she even started to feel that it wasn't so bad after all.

It's like having a green hat on your head; your mind and body seem to experience a strange pleasure. I must be going crazy! Lugia thought to himself, but he had no intention of stopping it from happening.

As two naked bodies intertwined on the bed, emitting pleasurable moans, Lugia felt an uncontrollable surge of pleasure coursing through her body. Hmm, she was wet; it seemed she needed to relieve herself.

……

……

……

A long time passed, and after several releases of desire, Kazama Shiromo finally regained his senses. Looking at the obedient Oboro lying in his arms, his complex emotions made him feel fear.

"The master will take responsibility, right?"

"Long, don't you think this is..."

"Master will take responsibility for what he just did, right?"

"I mean that cup of tea..."

"Won't the master take responsibility for what he just did—pushing someone down on the bed and having sex with them wildly?"

Without giving Kazama Shiromo any chance to refute, Oboro interrupted her, her beautiful eyes fixed on her. She didn't want to hear any unnecessary words, and of course, she didn't want to hear any comments that were unfavorable to her.

"I will." Kazama Shiromo had no choice but to compromise, after all, what he had done was a fact.

But at that moment, a white light flashed...

P.S. I took the CET-4 exam today, and I'm so depressed.

Chapter 74 Your Highness, I Love You

A flash of white light appeared, and when it faded, Lugia was dressed in white, but something seemed off about her. Her eyes were glazed over, her face was flushed, and...

What exactly was that liquid flowing down Lugia's white thighs? Kazama Shiramo didn't want to investigate, and felt that delving into such a matter would be too terrifying. To be honest, he was extremely familiar with that liquid.

"I want it." With a simple and direct expression, and already showing signs of impatience, Lugia hurriedly walked towards Kazama Shiramo.

What does he want? Kazama Shiramo's mind was a mixture of clarity and confusion, but of course it was useless, because Lugia was neither asking nor inquiring, but simply stating a given fact.

Kazama Shiramo, who hadn't fully gotten out of bed, collapsed back onto it. Unfortunately, unlike before when he at least seemed to be the dominant one, he now had no chance to struggle. Powerless and helpless, he finally collapsed...

Oboro was dumbfounded at this moment. There were various reasons for this, such as the fact that the mighty sea god had actually emerged from a human trainer's Poké Ball, which was a very shocking thing.

Of course, compared to these thought-provoking questions, there was something even more worrying for her. Looking at Kazama Shiramo, who was already pinned down by Lugia, his expression was somewhat dazed, as if the God of the Sea was about to take his old... Trainer, what the hell, what should I do? Just watch?

But before Oboro could figure out what was going on, the impatient Lugia had already mounted his horse and embarked on his journey!

It's gotten cold...

As Oboro watched Lugia soaring and flying happily, she looked somewhat dazed, as if Lugia was already dead...

Harmony ...

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Why? Why has it turned out like this again?

After a night, Kazama Shiramo woke up and struggled to get up. Beside her slept Lugia, who was smiling sweetly and charmingly, and Oboro, whose eyes still had tear stains.

Why did things turn out this way again? Feeling his own body weak and completely drained, Kazama Shiromo frowned as he pondered the troublesome nature of the situation.

He wasn't stupid. After calming down and entering a state of enlightenment, Kazama Shiramo quickly realized that Oboro was the problem.

It's obvious that the black tea Oboro handed him was problematic; it was clearly spiked. Moreover, Oboro's resistance and struggle were too fake. Even if he transformed into human form, the Pokémon's inherent abilities would not change.

Is it really possible for a human like myself to defeat a fully grown champion-level Dragonite?

It was obvious that this was a trap that Oboro had set for himself, but since things had come to this point, Kazama Shiromo couldn't say anything. Adhering to the principle that the more debts one has, the less one worries, and the more lice one has, the less it itches, he still accepted Oboro's existence.

This Dragonite with its gentle and graceful temperament is indeed very attractive. As for Kazama Shiro, who has already given up on himself, it is indeed too late to talk about remaining chaste at this point.

"Hmm." Lugia, who was sleeping next to Kazama Shiromo, groaned twice and opened her eyes. She was quite tired last night and slept very comfortably, but Kazama Shiromo's movements were probably a little too rough and disturbed her.

"Good morning, Bai Mo." Completely unconcerned about being naked, Lugia stretched out her fair arm to stroke Kazama Bai Mo's cheek, revealing the beautiful curves of her chest.

Although Lugia is really beautiful, Kazama Shiromo really has no interest in it now. A man whose body is completely drained would feel pain if he continued to do something reckless.

"Good morning, Lugia." Gently stroking Lugia's long white hair, this simple act of conveying affection did not harm her body, and Lugia appreciated it very much.

Lugia gently got up. Compared to Kazama Shiramo, who felt extremely empty inside, Lugia felt refreshed. She gently propped herself up and rested her head on Kazama Shiramo's chest, looking soft and cute. The crazy knight from last night was probably her twin sister.

"Don't you want to say something to me?" Lugia's fingers lightly traced circles on Kazama Shiro's chest.

What would you like to hear?

Lugia glanced lightly at Oboro, who was still asleep. Last night, after being humiliated, Oboro joined the subsequent battle. This was why Kazama Shiromo was so weak. If it weren't for that cup of Red Moon Flower Tea, Kazama Shiromo might have been completely drained last night.

“I don’t want to dwell on these issues anymore.” Lugia sighed softly. “I regret not kidnapping you to a deserted island eight years ago and continuing to give you the sex education you hadn’t finished. Now it’s all over. But at least say something sweet to me, okay?”

Lugia gazed at Kazama Shirobuchi with eyes that seemed to hold water droplets, and gently kissed Kazama Shirobuchi's lips: "Say something I want to hear, quickly."

"I love you."