While the white-furred Minccino loli and the black-stockinged spider older sister argued about whether there could be spider webs in the room—until the morning light of the next day had already spread across the windowsill—the intense battle on the large bed continued.
[Deep Interaction with Female Trainer: Cogita +1]
[Cogita's Blessing (Rainbow)] x2
[Cogita's Blessing (Gold)] x6
[Cogita's Blessing (Red)] x15
[Cogita's Blessing (Red/Gold/Rainbow) ]: Enhances the holder's density. When equipped to a Pokémon—increases Fairy-type move power by 30%/40%/50%—and move activation speed by 10%/20%/30%.
"Yi en woo oh oh oh hah ah~"
Despite the size difference—the farm owner—with overwhelming combat power—still emerged victorious against this rebellious mature maid.
At this moment—Cogita lay submissively on the bed—eyes blurred with desire—her black silk milky gauze long since torn and discarded.
Whether her smooth, rounded, fragrant shoulders—her delicate, fair collarbones—or her fragrant, plump, soft, honeyed breasts—all were fully visible to Wade.
Compared to other voluptuous Snowballs he had played with—this silver-haired maid—though not as sweet and juicy as the Miltank Girl—nor as soft and firm as Akari—was nevertheless perfectly round and silky smooth.
The more he handled her—the more he couldn't resist that sensually alluring, exquisitely rich flesh.
After ravaging that flushed, trembling honeyed mound—Wade flipped over and mounted her—his rekindled ardor showing no signs of fatigue—as he continued to gallop between those two milky peach globes.
A Miltank isn't for trampling—but for pulling hard!
"Hoh oh oh oh... Master—no… I—I can't take it anymore—hah ah~"
Accompanied by a series of echoing splashes—Cogita's full, fragrant peach buttocks arched on the bed—eyes rolled back—fragrant tongue lolled out.
Amidst her urgent gasps and moans—her enchanting, jade-like feet—still dripping with sticky warmth—completely tensed up.
"Lisss~"
At exactly eleven in the morning—Wade advanced towards the lush Mountain Orchard—according to his pre-planned farm schedule.
Today's task—plant the Flabebe Berry and Vine Berry saplings rewarded by the system a few days ago—and collect the silk threads spun by the Spinarak in the hut last night.
"Lopunny—please dig three hundred holes."
"Churu ru~"
No sooner had the Trainer finished speaking—than the graceful Lopunny's eyes sharpened.
Her agile body—crisscrossed with grooves—suddenly exerted force underground—and amidst the sounds of earth flying—the clusters of pits Wade requested—successfully completed.
Unlike the previous Oran, Pecha, and Cheri Berries—these two types would not be sold to Uncle Yoshino—but uniformly transported to Wade's newly established factory production line—to be used as raw materials for Jubilife Muffins and Poffins.
Looking at the berry saplings spread across the mountains—Wade nodded with satisfaction.
Nearing noon—gentle breezes blew from Mt. Coronet—causing leaves to rustle and sway.
The sun shining brightly—many Spinarak that had emerged from their rain shelters—had hidden themselves in the dim shade of the forest.
The shadowy little creatures peered out slightly from dense foliage—sharpening their claws—waiting for unsuspecting prey.
Compared to spiders in his past life—their diet was clearly much more varied.
Ordinary ants, mosquitoes, flying insects—fresh green berry leaves—various nutritious berries.
To ensure a daily supply of high-quality silk—keeping them well-fed was one of the basic requirements.
Wade placed the Poffins he had just made that morning—uniformly in the hut.
His gaze shifted—and he then saw the tree bark hanging from the beam.
He had deliberately placed it there earlier—and it was now covered with excellent silk threads—spun from the Spinarak's mouthparts.
"Nai~"
The soft Alcremie extended her creamy little hand—touched it—curious.
It was sticky—but with a little force—it would occasionally make a "buzzing" sound—as the silk rebounded.
Though making clothes from it would yield higher profits—the factory now had branded moomoo milk and specialty foods—already lacking sufficient funds and manpower to enter a completely new commercial field.
The optimal solution—find a large-scale, reputable high-end clothing manufacturing company—establish deep cooperation—then sell these high-quality silk threads.
"Moo moo—"
Just as the farm owner was diligently collecting silk threads—a Miltank suddenly rushed into the orchard.
Something major had happened on the pasture.
Following this anxious cow Pokémon all the way—Wade looked at the scene before him—couldn't help but frown.
"Hmm—are they all poisoned?"
As far as his eyes could see—the lush green grass was filled with Miltank in agony—moaning in pain.
Because he had studied at the Sinnoh Mt. Coronet Academy for a period—in addition to consolidating battle knowledge—he had also learned a lot about Pokémon breeding.
How to make Pokémon food. How to assess injuries based on physical condition. How to implement corresponding treatments.
Though far from as proficient as a formal breeder—Wade had the advantage of broad knowledge.
The symptoms were obvious—rapid breathing—weak, twitching limbs—faint black-purple discoloration on their cheeks.
A typical case of poisoning.
If not treated promptly—they would not only gradually lose consciousness—but also face life-threatening danger.
"Sha~"
Ms. Gardevoir had already thoughtfully used her Psychic power—to bring over Pecha Berries.
"Thanks, Gardevoir."
"Moo~"
Besides seeking treatment at the local Pokémon Center—eating this round, light pink berry—could also effectively treat Pokémon in a poisoned state.
After Wade fed them one by one—this group of Miltank—lying limp on the ground with purple faces—eventually recovered their health.
After a short rest—the little ones blinked their eyes—and explained to the Trainer.
Without Gardevoir's mental translation—simply relying on Aura Power assistance—Wade instantly understood.
"Hmm—it wasn't an attack by some Poison-type Pokémon as he had imagined."
On the contrary—their lives these past few days had been as leisurely as usual.
Lying on green grass basking in the sun. Lowering their heads to munch on fodder when hungry. Occasionally returning to the greenhouse to drink fresh water from the trough.
Everything sounded quite normal.
Wade lightly chewed on a tender grass sprout he had just pulled from the ground—falling into contemplation.
The tender grass on the pasture—no problems—still sweet and juicy—with a rich aftertaste.
The Poffins in the feed trough—also made and tasted by him personally—no possibility of food poisoning.
If there truly was a problem with their diet—then—
"It must be the drinking water. I need to check the greenhouse."
After ruling out the regularly fed Poffins and the pasture grass—the remaining answer was obvious.
"Meow~"
The curious Delcatty had already darted into the greenhouse—a step ahead of the Trainer.
Before she could lower her head to properly sniff the water in the trough—a pungent stench assailed her nose—like a surging wave.
"Meow!!!"
Wade couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
Sensitive sense of smell—had this one drawback. Even from so far away—it almost made this foodie cat's fur stand on end~
He reached out to embrace the teary-eyed Delcatty—gently comforted her for a moment.
After confirming all the Miltank had fully recovered—Wade walked towards the river adjacent to the western side of the pasture.
The water in the greenhouse trough was drawn from there. He needed to trace it back to its source—and see what was wrong.