Li Yuan's "culinary skills" were indeed top-tier. Even a simple "potato" tasted like a delicacy in his hands.
He fed the rich, soft "dish" to the mature and beautiful Delia, his tongue probing and rolling against hers in a rhythmic, wet exchange. The lingering sweetness sent Delia into a trance, her body trembling with pleasure as she melted into his embrace.
After about half an hour, the "appetizer" finally came to an end. As Li Yuan withdrew his tongue, a thick string of saliva—the "candied" thread—stretched between them before snapping, marking the completion of their meal.
But Delia wasn't satisfied with just an appetizer. On the contrary, her palate had been fully awakened. Her eyes were wide with a greedy desire for more. She wanted the "Full Course"—the main meat, the raw eel, and most importantly, the "hot sausage and white congee." She wanted to eat until she was completely stuffed and her stomach was distended with his essence.
The night was long; how could she endure the cold without a feast to keep her warm?
Unfortunately, while she was ready to serve the main course, she forgot about the "house cat."
Huanhuan, the Meowscarada, had smelled the scent of sex from a mile away. Her feline eyes glowed like emeralds in the dark as she pounced, snatching her "little pear" away and dragging him into the bedroom to have her way with him.
Delia blinked, her arms suddenly empty. She sighed. How is that cat even hungrier than I am? Even though the cat got her fill of "sausage and congee" every single night, she was still so impatient.
Well, fine, Delia thought. I get him all day. I can let the cat have him for the night.
Soon, the sounds of Huanhuan's uncontrollable, rhythmic "Meows" drifted from upstairs, accompanied by the frantic creaking of the bed. It sounded like they were having a very... thorough meal.
The next morning, Li Yuan lay in bed, completely naked. The "stray cat" was sprawled across him, still fast asleep. Their bodies were still locked together—a perfect fit, like a tenon and mortise—deeply joined even in sleep.
He felt a bit drained. Even though he had been the one pounding the feline into the mattress the night before, he had "donated" almost all of his stock to fill that horny cat's belly.
Pokémon stamina was truly terrifying. Even with his Aura-enhanced constitution, having a Pokémon demand her "congee" every night was a lot of work. If he added more Pokémon to his harem, his poor kidneys would be worked to death.
This was why he hadn't caught a second Pokémon yet. He wanted a Gardevoir, but they were hard to find. And frankly, between Delia and Huanhuan, he was already spending most of his energy trying to prove that cross-species "compatibility" was possible.
I need to stop slacking off in Auntie's gentle embrace, he thought, hugging Huanhuan closer. I need to use my Aura to develop my body's potential. If I don't get stronger, I'll literally be the first trainer to die of exhaustion in bed.
With that thought, he turned over, pulled the cat closer, and went back to sleep. A slacker is a slacker, even when he realizes he's in trouble.
While Li Yuan was enjoying his morning after, the Celadon Gym was in a state of absolute chaos.
The video of the battle between Erika and May had gone viral overnight. The sight of a "Super Blaze/Speed Boost" Blaziken had dominated the trending topics. Every trainer in the country was obsessed with the idea of a "Dual Ability" hack.
Trainers knew better than anyone how hard it was to get a marginal increase in power. A 10% boost was a miracle. But here was a girl who had evolved her Pokémon's potential by 100% in a single afternoon. It was enough to make any trainer's blood boil with envy.
Researchers were equally baffled. How did May's Blaziken master two abilities at once? Some claimed the video was a deepfake, a publicity stunt by Erika. But most people believed in Erika's integrity. Why would a Goddess-tier Leader need to fake a loss?
Believers and skeptics alike had flooded into Celadon City overnight, surrounding the Gym in a massive, suffocating crowd. Since it was Saturday, the crowd was even larger. The small city was bursting at the seams; street vendors were selling out of food in minutes.
Erika was having a nightmare. Her Gym was packed to capacity, and tens of thousands were blocking the streets outside. It was a massive safety risk. If a group of high-powered trainers got into a fight, the city would be leveled.
The police had sent Officer Jenny to maintain order. Looking at the crowd, Jenny felt her head throbbing. She knew exactly who the "mystery man" was. It was that lazy brat, Li Yuan.
Her precinct had sent their Growlithes to him for training, so she knew him well. Trying to get that kid to take on this many clients would be impossible. He'd sooner burn the shop down.
But as the hours passed, more people arrived. The situation was spiraling out of control.
"Boss! Did we get that trending topic suppressed yet?" Jenny shouted into her radio.
"We suppressed it hours ago," her captain replied, sounding just as stressed.
"Then why is the crowd still growing?"
"Suppressing the topic doesn't stop word of mouth. People have been talking about it all night."
"What do I do? Should I disperse them by force?"
"Don't you dare. These are trainers—they're all armed with superpowered monsters. If you provoke them, we'll have a riot. We need the mystery man to make a statement."
"Forget it. That slacker is probably still in bed. Erika's been calling him all morning, and he's not picking up."
"Why don't you go over there? You're close with him, aren't you?"
"I... I'll consider it," Jenny stuttered, quickly hanging up. Her sharp, beautiful face was suddenly flooded with a deep blush.
She couldn't help but remember the last few times she had brought the police dogs to his shop. Every single visit had ended in a "police assault" of a different kind.
She remembered being pinned against the sofa by that brat, his hands roaming over her uniform. She could still feel the phantom sensation of his tongue swirling inside her mouth, the "candied potato" exchange so intense it made her knees go weak. Just the memory of him "feeding" her his spit was enough to make her body feel feverish...