Cogita has lived for a very long time.
So long that the snow at the foot of Mt. Coronet melted and froze again—and the mists in the Crimson Mirelands repeatedly wove and dispersed.
She no longer knew when she was born on that Hisui Region continent.
She only remembered that the people who originally lived there—diligently built the first city—Jubilife Village.
They revered the great power of Arceus—built a grand Sinnoh Temple for him—and carved statues of ten King Pokémon upon it.
Alas—that once glorious Jubilife Village eventually faded into oblivion.
Buildings perished. Residents scattered.
She also remembered taking up the mantle of faith from people across the ocean.
The Diamond Clan—dedicated to worshipping Dialga—who created time.
The Pearl Clan—dedicated to worshipping Palkia—who created space.
They were in opposition—yet moved forward together.
And as a "Jubilife villager" whose beauty remained ageless across more than a thousand years—Cogita—amidst the ceaseless changes of history—followed Arceus's divine oracle—completely recorded the creation poems.
Of course—compared to that tedious, long period—the present is indeed a refreshing new life.
No longer did she have to sit alone in her ancient hermitage—watching sunsets and moonrises in solitude.
Nor did she need to refill her teacup and recite poems to pass the time.
It was as if a string had been plucked—and she leaped across the timeline to a thousand years later.
Here—there are large freezers that can cool with just a flick of a switch—ovens that rumble unexpectedly—and this bustling, prosperous, vast farm.
And more importantly—there is also…
Her jade fingers twirled—Cogita slowly tucked her flowing silver hair behind her ears.
As her beautiful back—bound only by two black silk ribbons—gently leaned forward—her beautiful, soft, loving eyes reflected the image of the person before her.
Unlike her—an old woman who had lived for over a thousand years—this farm owner named Wade was young and handsome.
Whether it was his humble and unyielding demeanor during their first conversation—or his gentle and considerate nature when she accidentally got wet and exposed her charms—
Despite being so much younger than her—he had proven surprisingly reliable and captivating.
She tossed the bothersome jade plate onto a nearby table—already taking the initiative to press the farm owner against the edge of the table.
Since Wade's silver party only blocked outsiders—and didn't guard against other Pokémon Girls and female Trainers in his harem—many sensual and debauched activities were witnessed by this silver-haired mature maid.
She liked to eat Irida's ice cream silk stockings.
She liked to eat Akari's alluring, moist mochi.
But… why couldn't she eat hers?
Cogita looked at Wade—as captivating as a succubus—and couldn't help but feel an urge to pin him down.
"Hmm—it's about time to lay my cards on the table."
Tonight—she was going to thoroughly ravage this young master!
"Ugh—Cogita—please… please loosen up a little bit."
Tightly enveloped by the fair, plump, and voluminous milk globes—Wade felt as if he was about to suffocate.
Though he was indeed hungry due to excessive Aura Power use.
But… how could someone just shove food directly into the master's mouth without permission!
You rebellious Miltank maid!
"If you squeeze too much at once… I won't be able to eat it all… gulp, gulp."
Large gulps of warm, white, fragrant liquid—went down his throat.
Before Wade could swallow it all—Cogita completely lifted the soaked, milky black silk gauze.
Her slender, delicate hand skillfully grasped him—and as her tender, green-onion-like fingers sank deep into the smooth, milky flesh—this enchanting beauty—full of alluring charm—gazed with silken eyes—bit her fragrant lips—and squeezed out even sweeter and richer white, greasy milk.
"Mmm… hah ah."
"No—you don't I saw everything clearly… hah ah"
At this moment—the already tall maid Cogita—wearing black stiletto heels—stood at a height of two meters.
Above her exquisite, alluring body—now completely stripped of smooth black silk milky gauze—her captivating, voluptuous breasts completely enveloped and pressed down on Wade.
The soft, smooth sensation—felt like sinking into a mass of extremely tender—yet cool and moist—agar-agar jelly.
This mature, silver-haired maid's delicate, fragrant, and plump milky flesh—was an excellent plaything—sweet and full-bodied—soft as water—and as soon as it touched the farm owner's tongue—it sensually enveloped and surged over him.
With warm licking and sucking—the originally soft, snow-white, and rosy, delicate snowballs—gradually became tinged with a seductive, light red.
Not to mention the vivid buds at the tips—which struggled under repeated teasing of her agile tongue—not only swelling and perking up like two ripe, alluring cherry berries—but also constantly overflowing with streams of warm, white, fragrant milk.
"Master… you must be starving tonight, right? I've already served you so many bowls."
Cogita looked at the farm owner—deeply engrossed in her snow-white mountains—with eyes blurred with desire.
Between her full, red lips—still warm with her feminine scent—constant alluring gasps escaped.
She actively swayed her slender waist—and the shaking of her snowy buttocks—combined with graceful undulations of her lithe, snakelike waist—formed a seductive curve.
As if remembering her previous dereliction of duty—the mature, silver-haired lady's beautiful eyes were hazy with a misty sheen—and her soft, snowy flesh pressed deeper and harder—as if to compensate—to fully feed all the overflowing milk to Wade.
"Mmm—woo woo I'm sorry… I truly am an incompetent maid… I didn't prepare enough dinner—which is why Master—hah ah"
"Mmm… so please—please don't be shy… I've prepared a lot of desserts now… I will—I will definitely feed Master until he's full… ho yiyi yiyi."
"Lisss~"
Ariados—diligently using String Shot at the corner of the wall—paused.
She suddenly felt her web shaking violently—for some reason.
Looking over—the sensual maid's feeding had already ended—replaced by an even more debauched entanglement.
Clang, clang—breaking through—red flowers blooming.
Fragrant buttocks quivering—flower-like cavity overflowing with juice.
"Hmm—do humans also need to become stronger?"
Ariados—moving a little closer—pondered as she looked at the thin black gauze—black hollow panties—lace-edged black stockings scattered around the room—and listened to the provocative, chaotic moans.
Unlike the Spinarak placed in the Mountain Orchard—responsible for providing high-quality silk daily—she only needed to stay in the villa—just like that unique Miltank Girl.
With nothing else to do—the spider girl began weaving a web—intending to settle down in the Trainer's room.
Next to her—Minccino—who had just entered the room as usual to clean—also saw the intense entanglement.
Surging waves of milky flesh—unbearable, debauched moans—reminded her of how she had been used like a cleaning Fiji cup by the Trainer just two days ago.
A seductive blush appeared on her soft ear tips.
"Master is making something dirty—yet arousing—again."
After diligently patting her hot, flushed cheeks—Minccino quickly calmed down—continued to uphold her usual professional conduct.
"Min~"
The Trainer's big thing could be cleaned by her after the battle.
But what was more important now—was the spider web hidden in the corner.
This petite Minccino Pokémon spotted it immediately—expression displeased.
"Sweep it away—sweep it all away!"
"How can such a filthy spider web be allowed in the Trainer's room!!!"
Minccino—with puffed cheeks—brandished her fluffy tail—and began today's cleaning plan.
This scene was coincidentally caught by Ariados—who turned her head.
"Lisss~"
Visibly—as soon as the Minccino Pokémon's fluffy tail wiped back and forth—the silver silk threads stuck in the corner of the wall snapped and disintegrated.
Even with keyword enhancement—under the diligent efforts of the cleaning Minccino—her painstakingly woven love silk web—ultimately couldn't hold up—and was neatly swept into the trash.
"Lisss!!!"
"No—stop it now—"
Ariados felt the sky falling.