"Mmm…"
In the end, he'd equipped the trait himself. The responsibility, and the consequence, was his to manage. With a sigh that was more fond than resigned, Wade leaned in and accepted the milk cow loli's earnest, overfull offering.
"Thank… thank you, Master~"
A while later, Miltank slumped against him, her face a portrait of blissful relief, finally emptied of the last drop by her Trainer's diligent efforts. Wade wiped a stray, creamy bead from the corner of his mouth, the rich taste lingering, before gently carrying the drowsy girl to bed.
With the standing order from Yoshino confirmed, his morning routine now had a new, milky addition. He'd need to tend to the pasture herd daily, storing the yield for the evening sale.
Settling at his desk, Wade pulled out the farm log and meticulously filled in the day's entry. The pen twirled absently in his fingers as his mind raced ahead.
After collecting the Spinarak silk and setting up the fishing operation… a trip to the town market is a must.
Simply providing lush pasture wasn't enough to maximize the Miltank's milk quality. They needed a balanced, nutritious diet—supplementary feed, berries, and energy supplements.
The ideal foundation was Leppa Berry Grain, a staple for many terrestrial Pokémon. Then, a variety of berries to suit individual tastes: spicy Cheri Berries, sweet Pecha Berries, bitter Tamato Berries… He could even process them into proper Pokémon food himself.
The most common preparations were Pokéblocks and Poffins. Pokéblocks required a specialized Blender to mix berries at precise speeds, yielding treats that could enhance a Pokémon's condition in various ways—beauty, coolness, toughness. The most coveted were the incredibly filling ones, rumored to satisfy a Snorlax for a full day.
Poffins, however, were more his speed. They required no special equipment, just a pot, ingredients, and skill, making them the preferred travel-food for Breeders.
Until his own crops matured and established a sustainable cycle, purchasing berries and feed was a necessary interim expense.
The mental checklist was daunting. Wade set the pen down, massaging his temples as the weight of it all settled—the herd's care, the crops' daily needs, the impending fishing project…
"Master… are you tired?"
A warm breath, sweet as peaches, whispered against his ear. Slender arms, pale as moonlight, slid over his shoulders from behind. Ms. Gardevoir pressed herself against his back, her presence instantly softening the room's atmosphere.
Before he could answer, his view was commandeered by the profound, yielding softness of her chest as she leaned further forward, effectively muffling any reply.
"Would Master like… a special massage?" she purred, her voice a low, tempting hum.
She leaned down, and a breathtaking vista of snowy slopes filled his vision. The neckline of her gauzy white dress gaped open, releasing the intoxicating blend of her peach-sweet scent and lighter, floral fragrance.
With practiced care, she cupped the heavy, soft weights in her hands. The two pillowy mounds enveloped the sides of his head, their taut, cherry-colored peaks pressing perfectly against his temples. Then, she began to move them in slow, deliberate, circular kneads.
In an instant, Wade's world was reduced to a soothing, rhythmic white. The size was different from the milk cow loli's—not overwhelmingly vast, but exquisitely, perfectly ample. Under Ms. Gardevoir's skilled and attentive ministrations, the coiled tension in his mind began to unravel, soothed away by the gentle, insistent pressure.
"Hah… Mmm…"
She leaned her weight against the chair and his back, her pretty face already painted with an intoxicating blush. With each slow, deliberate motion, her pillowy softness rubbed against his forehead. The hem of her thin white dress had slipped from one shoulder, the delicate fabric barely clinging to her collarbone and doing little to conceal the twin, rosy peaks beneath, only amplifying their allure.
Wade's breathing grew heavier, the heat of his exhalations washing over the honeyed slopes of her skin, causing the white-silk-clad older sister behind him to shudder with pleasure.
"Ma…ster… that's… so nice…" Ms. Gardevoir's jade-like lips parted on a sigh, a soft, broken whimper escaping her.
When the waves of delicate tremors finally subsided, she slowly released him, her arms falling away. Then, with a fluid, purposeful motion, she stepped around the chair.
"Master~"
Ms. Gardevoir leaned forward, bracing her hands on the wooden table. Sweat-dampened strands of pale green hair clung to her flushed cheeks, and her eyes were glazed with a hazy, satisfied moisture. Her legs, sheathed in white silk, hung slightly off the floor, and she had deliberately gathered the white tulle of her skirt, pooling it around her waist.
She lifted her slender neck, her gaze one of profound affection and unmistakable demand. With the motion, two perfectly rounded, sumptuous mounds swayed into full view from beneath the gathered fabric.
"My reward… I want it, too."
The Next Morning.
"Master, good morning~"
The first thing Wade saw upon opening his eyes was the milk cow loli, already awake and offering her fragrant, milky softness close to his lips.
Beside him, Ms. Gardevoir—thoroughly conquered and exhausted from the night's activities—murmured in her sleep, instinctively pressing her own pliant, warm body against him once more.
"Alright, up we get. The farm won't run itself."
After savoring his private morning beverage and feeling thoroughly rejuvenated, Wade extracted himself. He scooped up the still-drowsy white-silk older sister, gave her famously plump, upturned backside a firm, resonant smack that sent a delightful ripple through the snowy flesh, and deposited her on her feet.
"Wuuu… Whose fault is it that I'm so tired, Master…?" Ms. Gardevoir cracked open a bleary eye, clinging to him, her expression a masterpiece of feigned, tearful grievance.
The first stop after opening the cabin door was the fields.
"Chu-ru-ru!"
Standing at the edge of the Leppa Berry Grain plot, Lopunny chirped in surprise. The tiny green sprouts from yesterday were visibly taller, a lush carpet of new life.
"At this rate, we'll be harvesting in just over a month," Wade observed, looking at the shoots that already brushed his ankles. He couldn't help but be impressed. The Quick-Growth Fertilizer is worth every coin.
After the daily watering and crop inspection, Wade led the milk cow loli to the eastern pasture.
"Moo~"
The pasture was a sea of tender green, each blade of grass tipped with a diamond-like droplet of morning dew. The twenty-three Miltank drifted across the vast expanse like cream-colored clouds—some grazing, some gathered in small groups. At the sight of their Trainer, they all lifted their heads in a soft, welcoming chorus.
With each Miltank producing a base of 20 liters, enhanced by the [Wellspring] trait, their output had surged to nearly 25-30 liters each. Milking was no longer just a commercial necessity but a vital part of their daily care and comfort.
"Master," the milk cow loli asked, tilting her head with naive curiosity, "is milking… like what you did with me before?" Her mind clearly conjured an image of his mouth diligently at work.
Hearing her utterly sincere question, Wade could only sigh fondly and give her head a gentle tap. "Silly girl. That's your exclusive milking method. Watch closely. This is how it's done for the herd."
He demonstrated on a sunbathing Miltank, explaining the technique step by step. "The trick is in the rhythm, see? First, you…"
But the milk cow loli beside him seemed less focused on the mechanics and more captivated by a single, blissful word. She stood quietly, a dreamy smile touching her lips as she repeated it to herself, her hands coming up to cradle her own heavy chest.
"Exclusive… to me…?"