"Trash Master… e-enough—no more eating—ooh~"
Inside the private walk-in closet—the Nightmare God's delicate body trembled suddenly.
Cheeks flushed with spring-like hues—slightly turned away.
Enchanting crimson eyes—moist and seductive—gazed elsewhere—unable to stop soft, sweet sounds from escaping her cherry lips.
For this white-haired yandere—who always preferred to float when she walked—her beautiful legs and jade feet lightly encased in black silk stockings were undoubtedly impeccably maintained.
Following the gaze down the snowy, delicate ankle—the plump, luscious, alluringly fragrant, bouncy heel immediately came into view.
Especially those ten adorable little toenails—unadorned by any makeup—still retained their original clear, pinkish-jade color.
Each one crystal clear, plump, and perfectly rounded.
The arch of the foot—hidden beneath thin black silk—was even more gracefully alluring.
Moderately thick fleshy pad. Snow-white, slender toes. Straight and upturned.
Like a rare work of art—delicate, plump, and luxurious.
However—while being delicate—it also brings negative effects.
Absolutely cannot withstand any rough handling.
Just being held in hand for a moment—her tender pink instep couldn't stop trembling slightly.
The plump, fleshy, succulent heel—was simply the most seductive and soul-stirring part of the ripe white-haired yandere's entire body.
One gentle lick and suck—overflowing shame and tingling sensation—made Darkrai stick out her tongue like a startled cat.
Accompanied by wanton rubbing of her snow-white, plump, full moon-like jade buttocks—drops of fragrant saliva splashed onto her alluring, soft, creamy breasts—swaying like snowy waves.
The gurgling seductive water beneath—accumulating saliva—the sexy black stockings lightly wrapped around her feet—instantly soaked into an ambiguous, semi-transparent color.
Large areas of delicate, luscious, mouth-watering 'tender flesh color'—revealed through the thin silk material—thoroughly marking the previously sacred, precious black silk alluring feet with the Trainer's brand.
"Haaah… being licked by the detestable trash master… I can't—I can't take it anymore—ooh-woo-woo-woo…"
"N-no more eating—ee-ee-ee-ah~"
"Hiss~"
After a while—Darkrai—withdrawn from her feminized state—let out a trembling whimper—before retreating back into the shadows—fleeing in a panic.
Wade—about to call her to the villa terrace—hesitated—then smiled.
So—the weakness of this white-haired yandere is her sensitive black-silk jade feet—
"Master—the barbecue is ready!"
After tasting all the ice cream and dango—Wade—on the terrace overlooking the farm scenery—heard Akari's call.
[Vanilla Barbecue (Blue) ]: A delicacy passed down from the Hisui Region a thousand years ago—specially made from Waterside Herb and pork. After consumption—can slightly increase a Pokémon's perception of Fire-type energy.
"Hmm—the taste is excellent~"
Taking the barbecue skewer from the black-haired, big-breasted girl—Wade first smelled a lingering aroma at his nose.
One light bite—hot meat juice—mixed with smoky scent—surged forth.
Compared to ordinary barbecue—this Vanilla Barbecue had a significant difference in both aroma and taste.
As he chewed and swallowed—the spiciness of the outer pepper powder receded—and the mixed flavor of Waterside Herb and fresh meat immediately hit him.
Like a flame licking and climbing up his tongue—tingling and refreshing—with a rich aroma.
"Ruff~"
Unlike the farm owner enjoying it with half-closed eyes—the Houndoom—in groups of three or five—suddenly felt a surge of scorching energy sweep through their bodies.
Accompanied by a sky-piercing howl—overflowing flames completely erupted—even dyeing the entire sky a temporary blood-red color.
Daily patrols and training—coupled with auxiliary enhancement of terms—even blue-quality Vanilla Barbecue became an opportunity for them to learn new moves.
[Fire Blast] : Burns the opponent with a large letter-shaped flame. Sometimes causes burns.
Wade subconsciously sighed softly.
Unique taste—can also help Pokémon learn new Fire-type moves.
Even as a skilled chef—he probably couldn't create such a unique delicacy.
After trying to replicate it for more than ten minutes—he examined the skewer—no different from ordinary barbecue.
He casually took one—fed it to Darkrai—who finally dared to poke her head out of the shadows—and asked—puzzled.
"Akari—did you use some exclusive secret recipe for this?"
"Hmm—"
Akari blinked her beautiful eyes slightly—delicate fingertips subconsciously touching her half-open cherry lips.
"It's kind of an exclusive secret recipe… when preparing the Waterside Herb dipping sauce—you generally need to control the concentration—and add a certain amount of Moomoo Milk."
Similar to the age-old question of "how to make a delicious dipping sauce"—if one also wants to increase Fire-type energy perception—the preparation method is of utmost importance.
One spoonful of white sugar. Two spoonfuls of fragrant vinegar. A little sesame oil. Some mashed garlic and pepper powder. Combined with mixed fresh milk vanilla liquid. Stirred evenly. Only then is it complete.
"Hehe~"
Akari—seeing the farm owner's sudden realization—seemed to remember something—put her hands on her hips—proudly raised her pure, beautiful face—began to list them like precious family treasures.
"In the Hisui Region—besides the special Waterside Herb dipping sauce—we also have many unique cooking methods for delicacies~"
"For example—using beach radishes, Rolling Beans, and royal leaves as ingredients—you can make Double Pickles—taste a bit sour—but a delicacy every household prepares in advance for winter."
"Hmm… and if you use sweet truffles, smoked yams, sticky mushrooms, and flower beer fruit—you can also make a magical dish—Upside-Down Cake~ Crispy and crunchy—usually only eaten during the season when we offer sacrifices to the Great Sinnoh Deity."
Akari clasped her hands together—fell into reminiscence.
"Meow~"
Delcatty—mouth stuffed—perked up her cat ears—round, shiny eyes blinking.
Foodie cat-girls—always like this—easily eating what's in their bowl while eyeing what's in the pot.
These words—falling into the farm owner's ears—made him not only a bit greedy—but more importantly—caught a business opportunity.
Wade looked at the fragrant barbecue skewers—then at the eloquent black-haired, big-breasted girl—pondered.
He had actually forgotten about such a treasure so close at hand.
Just as raw Miltank milk needs processing into branded Moomoo Milk—to maximize profits—these crops also need deep processing—to develop specialty foods unique to Hiyori Farm.
The long-lost Hisui delicacies Akari mentioned—happen to fit perfectly.
Though Cynthia had taught him some—compared to Akari—who truly lived in the Hisui Region a thousand years ago—her crafting methods were clearly more authentic.
"After you finish the barbecue—come to my room alone~"
Wade looked at the black-haired girl—gaze burning.
"Eh?!"
Akari's expression froze—amber eyes at some point stained with a seductive, misty haze.
Unlike the farm owner craving knowledge—she clearly thought of something else.
"Wuwuwu… Master—I—I really don't have a single drop left."
After a while—the girl leaning against the headboard—flushed jade-like face—fair, slender fingers wrinkling the bedsheet with rapid breaths.
In just a few hours—from energetic—to this charmingly languid appearance—as if drained countless times.
"Alright—then let's stop here for today."
Watching the black-haired, big-breasted girl tremble and clench her legs—Wade chuckled—shook his head—reached out to help her put on her disheveled Gothic maid outfit properly.
At first—just a normal shared room—listening and recording secret recipes.
But before long—this black-haired girl craving the farm owner's body—became restless.
Her fair, snow-white lotus-like arms—naturally wrapped around him—attempting to tempt him again with her snow-white mounds.
The result was obvious—besides mental fatigue from thinking and recalling recipes—her charming body was also played with until incredibly soft—almost without strength to move.
"Double Pickles, Upside-Down Cake, Hearty Grains, Bean Cakes—"
Wade looked at the list of food ingredients in his hand.
"There are nine types in total so far. If there's anything missing—remember to tell me later, okay?"
"K-kay~"
Feeling the lingering warmth on her chest—Akari instinctively buried her flushed face in the covers—voice barely a whisper.
Without any other intimate words—the girl's blush surpassed all declarations of love.
"Chururu~"
When Wade pushed the door open—Lopunny—sitting on the bed—tilted her head slightly—curiously turning her gaze to the thick stack of papers in the Trainer's hand.
She had been waiting there—because they had agreed earlier to comb her messy rabbit ear fur.
"These are some ingredient lists and preparation methods for delicacies… just wait for me on the bed for a moment."
Noticing the little one's questioning gaze—Wade rubbed her fluffy rabbit ears—explained.