...Would you believe me if I told you that I forgot that I write a book here?
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I totally forgot about it, and even when I remembered about it, it was usually 4 in the morning, when I was going to sleep. Then I think that I will update in the evening than I forget again and so the cycle kept repeating.
As an apology, have 2 chapters today
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I raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk. "Be my guest," I said, leaning back in my chair and giving her full access.
Mewtwo reached out with her small, delicate fingers, gently grazing the tip of my dick. Her fingers were cold, but my dick was wet as fuck from the earlier action, making her touch slippery and electrifying. She traced the shape, her eyes wide with curiosity and awe.
"It's so big," she marveled, her fingers wrapping around the slick shaft. "And so... slippery."
I let out a ragged breath, trying to keep my cool. "Yeah, that's because it was just having a good time with Cassie," I explained, my voice rough with pent-up desire.
Mewtwo's grip tightened, and she started to move her hand up and down, spreading the wetness. The sight of her small, delicate paws gliding effortlessly along my dick was enough to drive me insane. I clenched my jaw, because that was the only thing I could do. Fucking hell, her hand was soft, and the squelching sounds filling the room were obscene.
Her movements grew more confident, and she started to increase her pace. The wet, slapping sounds echoed through the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as her hand worked its magic.
"Mewtwo, fuck," I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, chasing the sensation. Her eyes, filled with determination and curiosity, never left mine.
Mewtwo's grip tightened, her tiny paws slick with the mess left behind by Cassie. The squelching sounds filled the room, a filthy symphony that had my balls aching. Her strokes grew bolder, more rhythmic—a fucking metronome of dirty delight.
My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, every muscle tensed. "Fuck, Mewtwo," I grunted, my hips jerking upward, chasing the sensation like a junkie chasing a high.
She was relentless, her little paws working my shaft with a fervor that was equal parts adorable and fucking insane. The wet, slapping sounds echoed through the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths and the occasional, "Oh, fuck!" that slipped past my lips.
The pressure built, my balls tightening, drawing up close to my body. I could feel it, that telltale tingle at the base of my spine, the heat pooling in my groin. I was a fucking pressure cooker ready to blow.
And blow I did.
With a final, guttural, "FUCK!" I came hard. My cock erupted like a goddamn volcano, spewing hot, thick ropes of cum. And holy shit, did it fly. A fucking beam of jizz shot out, painting Mewtwo's face and tits like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.
She yelped in surprise, her eyes wide as saucers as she looked down at the mess decorating her body. Her strokes faltered, her rhythm broken as she tried to process what the hell just happened.
Me? I was too busy seeing stars, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. It was like every drop of pleasure in my body had been wrung out, leaving me a panting, sweaty mess slumped in my chair.
Mewtwo, meanwhile, floated there, her face and tits dripping with my cum. She looked shocked, bewildered, and—dare I say it?—a little impressed.
And with that, she took my dick back into her mouth, sucking with renewed vigor. I could feel the pressure building again, my balls tightening as she worked her magic. Fuck, this girl was insatiable. And I fucking loved it.
I was just starting to settle into the rhythm, enjoying the warm, wet suction, when—holy shit, OUCH!
Mewtwo's sharp canines grazed my dick, and I felt a sudden, sharp pain. "FUCK!" I yelped, my body tensing up like I'd just been hit by a stun gun. Blood spurted out, mixing with the cum and creating a goddamn crime scene down there.
Mewtwo, completely oblivious to her dental misstep, felt the new liquid and started drinking it too. She was like a kid with a juice box, slurping away without a care in the world.
"Ouch, ouch, OUCH!" I gasped, trying to pull her off, but damn, this girl had a suction like a fucking Dyson vacuum. I was half expecting to see my dick disappear into her mouth like a magic trick gone wrong.
Finally, with a Herculean effort (and a few more "Ouches"), I managed to pry her off. Mewtwo looked up at me, her face painted with a mix of cum and blood, her tongue sticking out as she repeatedly wiped it with her hand. Her expression was priceless—like she'd just licked a lemon. ">-<" she made a face, clearly not a fan of the taste.
"Girl, you really gonna be the death of me," I muttered, leaning back in my chair and clutching my wounded soldier. I took a deep breath, focusing on healing the rupture. Thank fuck for regeneration powers, otherwise, I'd be in the ER trying to explain this to a team of very confused doctors.
As the pain subsided and the wound closed, I looked back at Mewtwo. She was still wiping her tongue, her face a mix of confusion and disgust. "What was that?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and a hint of concern.
I let out a sigh, half amused, half exasperated. "That, my dear Mewtwo, was blood. You grazed me with your teeth, and well, shit happens."
Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh! I'm sorry, Master! I didn't know..." she trailed off, looking genuinely apologetic.
I waved it off, trying to keep the mood light. "No harm, no foul. Just... maybe a little less teeth next time, yeah?"
Mewtwo nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes, Master! I'll be more careful!"
I chuckled, shaking my head. This girl was going to be the death of me—but what a way to go.
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Hah, finally got free~ I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the satisfying pop in my joints as I stepped out of the gym. Mewtwo floated behind me, her eyes curiously taking in the surroundings like a kid in a candy store.
Meanwhile, Grunt and the secretary, Cassie, were standing by the gate, ready to see us off. Cassie's brow was furrowed with concern, her eyes darting between me and Mewtwo.
"Do you really not need your car, sir?" Cassie asked, her voice laced with worry. "How will you travel? And you also didn't tell us anything about your travel plan? What if something goes wrong?"
Grunt chimed in, her arms folded across her chest. "Yeah, boss! At least tell me your travel plan."
I waved them off, trying to keep my tone casual. "Don't worry, I'll take care of those things myself. You guys focus on taking care of Team Rocket. I expect to see phenomenal growth now that I'm leaving it in the hands of beauties like yourselves, okay?"
That compliment hit the mark, and both Cassie and Grunt blushed like a couple of teenagers getting their first Valentine. It was adorable, really.
Cassie, still a bit flustered, added, "At least keep your phone always on, we can contact you if there's any situation!"
"Yeah, of course," I replied, giving them a reassuring nod. "Now here, gimme a hug, both of you."
Cassie and Grunt hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Cassie wrapped her arms around me first, her hug soft and warm. Grunt followed suit, her embrace a bit stronger, but no less comforting.
"Take care of yourselves," I said, patting both of their backs before pulling away.
Mewtwo floated closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Master, are we ready to go?" she asked, her voice filled with eagerness.
"Ready as we'll ever be," I replied with a smirk. "Let's hit the road."
As we turned to leave, Cassie called out, "Sir, please call us if you need anything!"
I waved back at her without looking. "Will do, Cassie. And remember what I said—phenomenal growth!
With that, Mewtwo and I set off, leaving the Viridian City Pokémon Gym behind. Mewtwo floated beside me like she was riding an invisible magic carpet. Man, I wished I could do that—it looked like a hell of a lot more fun than walking.
We strolled for a few minutes, the sun starting to dip down, casting this orange glow over everything like someone had dumped a bucket of paint over the city. I figured it was time to change my form back into my normal, young self. You know, the one that doesn't scream "I'm a middle-aged gym leader trying to look cool."
The city was bustling with activity as always, the hustle and bustle of everyday life echoing through the streets. People rushing around like ants at a picnic, completely oblivious to the insane shit that was about to go down.
People passing by did a double-take, their eyes widening like they'd just seen a ghost when they spotted Mewtwo floating next to me. They'd never seen a Pokémon like her before, and who could blame them? She was a sight to behold, all psychic power and floating elegance. It was like watching a really trippy music video come to life.
Mewtwo, on the other hand, was fascinated by everything. Her eyes sparkled with unbridled curiosity as she took in the sights and sounds of the city like a kid on Christmas morning. "Master, what's that? And that? And why is that man yelling at that Pidgey?" she asked, her questions coming rapid-fire like a machine gun.
"Hold up, what's up with the 'master' thing you've been calling me since earlier?" I asked, attempting to keep up with her never-ending stream of curiosity.
Mewtwo beamed, her eyes lighting up like she'd just remembered the punchline to a great joke. "Oh, I learned it from the grunt lady earlier! She told me about how people capture Pokémon and become their master. Since you told me earlier to show as if I was under you, I thought Darling would like it!" she said, full of hope and cheerfulness.
That fucking reminds me, what the damn name of that Grunt?
I mean, seriously, its been dozen of chapters till now, and it was never once mentioned? Is that her fate?
I chuckled, shaking my head to put that thought back in my mind and focus on the pinky patootie Infront of me.
"Man, you are such a damn cutie sometimes. There's no need for all that 'master' stuff, though. You're a damn powerful and sentient lady who needs no master, okay?"
Mewtwo looked a bit disappointed, her smile fading slightly. "Yeah, okay..." she murmured, her gaze drifting back to the bustling city.
Why are you getting disappointed young lady? Don't tell me you liked calling me that...
"That's good. Now, about your earlier question," I said after a moment, causing Mewtwo to perk up like a puppy hearing the word "treat." "That's a street vendor, Mewtwo. And that man is probably yelling because the Pidgey stole something from his stall."
She nodded, her eyes already darting to the next thing that caught her attention. "And what's that? It looks so colorful!" she exclaimed, pointing at a nearby flower stand.
"Those are flowers, Mewtwo. People buy them to make their homes look pretty, or to give to someone they like," I explained, trying to keep the pace with her never-ending stream of questions.
Suddenly, a thought struck me like a Weezing's toxic gas. Wait a minute, I seem like I'm forgetting something... Oh, fuck.
Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes reflecting the lights of the city. "Fuck?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
I groaned, pulling out Giovanni's phone from my pocket and checking the time. [6:50 PM] Shit, shit, shit. "I was going to pick Delia, but I spent the last 20 chapters on a side quest," I muttered, half to myself, half to Mewtwo.
Mewtwo looked up at me, her eyes wide. "Who is Delia?" she asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.
I sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain. "She's a good girl, Mewtwo. She's got a great booty, and most importantly, she's a MILF! I'll tell you about her on the way, let's go!"
I pulled her into an alleyway, my mind racing with a plan. I quickly changed my form back into Ditto for a second before transforming into a Pidgeot form.
Mewtwo's eyes widened in surprise. "Why did you become a bird?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.
I pointed to my brain, and Mewtwo, being the smart girl she is, got the clue right away and started talking mentally. "She's a bit far away from here, we're going to fly to that place," I thought-sent to her.
Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Why become a bird! I can easily take you and fly together using my power," she thought back, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
I chuckled, changing back into my human form. "Yeah, we can do that too. So, how are we doing this?" I asked, looking up at her.
Mewtwo fidgeted in the air, a small smile playing on her lips. "I need to be close to you... very close," she said, making an excuse to be close to me.
I grinned, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to me, so close that her boobs squished against my chest. "Close enough?" I asked, my voice filled with amusement.
Mewtwo wrapped her hands around me, burying her face in my chest. "Yeah..." she murmured, her voice muffled against my shirt.
And with that, we started floating up and up into the skies, the city lights twinkling below us like a sea of stars.