It was high noon.
Li Yuan had finally gotten out of bed. He looked back at the mother and daughter duo, who were currently out cold from exhaustion. A deep sense of satisfaction filled his soul.
The two were huddled together in their sleep, their skin still glistening with sweat. Their legs were tangled together, and he could see a steady stream of thick, white fluid still leaking from their "gates." It was a scene of pure, unadulterated smut.
And it was all his doing. He had spent an entire twenty-four hours—from yesterday afternoon until now—ravaging the two of them. It had been the most exhilarating experience of his life. He had tasted many beauties and "moms," but having a mother and daughter together for a full day was a milestone.
The "added value" of the mother-daughter dynamic was incredible. Even a harem of a dozen strangers couldn't compare to the thrill of conquering this pair. His fetish had been permanently recalibrated to the "mother-daughter" shape. He decided that from now on, this would be his gold standard for recruitment.
I wonder when May will bring her mother, Caroline, over? he mused. Caroline is one of the top-tier beauties of the Pokémon world. I need to find a way to hurry that along.
Anyway, his business with Erika was settled for now. It was time to head back to his "Auntie" Delia.
"Huanhuan," Li Yuan called out. A moment later, the elegant Meowscarada materialized beside him via Teleport.
"Meow? (Finished?)" Huanhuan glanced at the ruined state of the mother and daughter on the bed. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes; she hadn't expected him to actually secure the "threesome" so quickly.
"It went smoothly. Let's go home," Li Yuan said, pulling the cat into his bare chest.
"MEOW! (Not until you 'restock' my belly first!)" Huanhuan's furry paw reached down and captured his still-heavy member. Her eyes were full of a "wicked" feline hunger.
As the saying goes: Like Master, like Pokémon. Huanhuan had become a total "sex-addicted cat." She couldn't help it; she had a master who didn't even spare his own Pokémon. Since she evolved into her final form, she was pounded into the mattress several times a day and filled with his "hot cream." She had become completely dependent on the sensation. If he didn't "poke" her a few times a day, she felt like she was itching all over. She was a lost cause.
"Fine, fine. Let's go to the next room so we don't wake them up," Li Yuan said. He never liked to let his Pokémon down. He led the cat to the guest room, where she immediately pushed him onto the bed.
She didn't bother with foreplay. She guided his massive rod into her body and clamped down, her claws digging into his shoulders as she pinned him to the headboard. She pushed her rough, sandpaper-like tongue into his mouth and began to ride him with a frantic, bone-shaking rhythm. The room was filled with her uncontrollable, high-pitched meowing for hours...
Finally, once Huanhuan was filled to the brim with her favorite "congee," she satisfiedly teleported them back home.
At Li Yuan's house, Delia was busy preparing dinner. He had messaged her earlier saying he'd be home tonight, so she had spent the afternoon "dressing up." She was wearing her favorite perfume—a gift from Erika—and had set the mood for a night of passion. She knew that to keep a "bull" working, you had to feed him well first. How can a bull plow a field if he's hungry?
"Auntie, I'm home~," Li Yuan said, teleporting directly into the kitchen. Seeing her at the stove, he immediately wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Delia had "dressed up," but in a very specific way. From behind, she appeared completely naked—not a stitch of clothing, not even panties. From the front, she was wearing only a thin, translucent lace apron that barely covered her high-reaching, massive breasts.
Li Yuan recognized the look instantly: the "Naked Apron," every husband's ultimate fantasy. Since he hadn't bothered to put on clothes after his session with Huanhuan, he was just as bare as she was. As he pressed against her back, their skin fused together in a warm, intimate embrace.
"Dinner isn't ready yet. Go wait in the living room," Delia said. But as she felt his familiar, hot body against hers, her eyes filled with a desperate longing.
"I'm not going anywhere~. Didn't Auntie dress like this just for me to hold her?" Li Yuan didn't let go. Instead, his hands slipped under the apron, capturing those two magnificent, soft "consciences" and kneading them with a practiced greed.
His "Great Sword" was already standing tall, pressing against the entrance of his Auntie's "scabbard," ready to slide home at any moment.
"But... if you do this... I won't be able to cook..." Delia trembled as she felt his size pressing into her. Her entrance was already becoming slick with desire. Li Yuan had been away for a whole night, and she had spent it touching herself to his pictures. She had zero resistance left.
"Then don't cook. Let Huanhuan handle it," Li Yuan whispered. With a sharp upward thrust, his "Sword" breached her defenses and buried itself deep within her "mysterious garden."
The entry was effortless. Not just because Delia was ready, but because years of daily use had shaped her body to fit him perfectly. He remembered when he first took her—it had been a struggle, like exploring a narrow, hidden cave. But now, she was wide open for him. He felt a pang of mock-guilt for the missing Ash and his father. He had turned their mother into his personal toy—the ultimate childhood "NTR" fantasy.
The thought made him even harder. He gripped Delia's thick, rounded buttocks and used his core to hammer into her with savage intensity.
"AHH—! Li Yuan... too deep... I'm going to break..."
Delia cried out, her voice cracking as she slumped over the kitchen counter. Her toes curled against the floor, and her thin apron fluttered with every violent thrust of his hips. Every strike hit her cervix, accompanied by the wet, rhythmic splat of their joining.
Li Yuan bit down on his Auntie's neck, leaving a row of wicked marks on her skin, while his hands continued to ravish her swaying breasts.
"Auntie... since you're so lonely... have some more of my 'white congee'!"
After a hundred frantic lunges, Li Yuan felt her internal walls spasming around him. With a low roar, he delivered a final, deep-reaching thrust and flooded her womb with a scalding torrent of cum.
The sheer volume was so great that it overflowed from their joining, dripping onto the kitchen floor. Delia's eyes went blank as she slipped into a brief, pleasure-induced coma, completely lost in their sinful love.
As the sounds of their wet kissing and rhythmic slapping continued, dinner was completely forgotten. They eventually staggered back to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa to continue their "exercise." The frequency of their "seven-in, seven-out" was so high it looked like they were trying to grind a metal rod into a needle.
Huanhuan, the Meowscarada, watched them with a disgruntled pout. In the end, she was the one who had to finish the cooking. Teleporting him, fighting for him, and now I'm the chef? I'm just a utility cat to them. This home would fall apart without me!