(A/N: Since most people voted for BOOBA Supreme, there will be more lemons included in the story from now on. But since there were a fair amount those who wanted to keep the story clean and straightforward, I'll try to keep things vanilla and centered on the emotional aspect on Jason's relationships as possible. Thank you for your patience and feedback.)
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With Ren still riled up after the afternoon's events, Jason elected to let her exhaust her remaining energy by challenging Nanahoshi to a post-dinner battle.
'This is the feeling...this sense of urgency mixed with excitement...' Jason thought, his brow beaded with sweat and his body tensing as Nanahoshi's Metagross discharged a Flash Cannon that cut across the ground a short distance from him, leaving a burnt trench in its wake.
"Ren, Copycat!" Jason shouted, sweeping his left hand and causing Ren to emit a silvery, Steel-type aura before she discharged a Flash Cannon of her own. Most moves she emulated with Copycat were noticeably weaker than the version utilized by her opponent. But thanks to her Fighting and Steel Typing, combined with the fact that it was a move she could learn via TM, Ren's Flash Cannon drilled into Metagross's hemispherical, hexa-grid barrier with comparable intensity.
"Mega-X, use Zen Headbutt...!"
"Metaaaaaaaaaaaaa-gross...!!!"
Veiled by an amethyst pink aura, Nanahoshi's Metagross, Mega-X, flew forward like a mag-lev train across active rails.
Seeing Mega-X racing toward her and realizing she wouldn't be able to dodge, Ren instinctively used Endure, allowing her to resist being blown back and eventually bring her nearly 1200kg opponent to a stop. At the same time, her body surged with a hazy, bluish-white aura, indicating that her speed had increased via her Ability, Steadfast.
"Counter...!" Jason shouted, causing Ren's wine-red eyes to flash before she retracted her paws from Mega-X's face and slammed them back into it as fists—veiled in Fighting-type Energy.
"Metaaaa..."
As it wasn't weak to Fighting-type moves and had one of the greatest defenses among Pokémon, Mega-X was pushed back three meters, but otherwise no worse for wear after Ren's Counter. There were two small indentations on the silver X adorning its face, but they immediately buffed out as it used Iron Defense, doubling its already monstrous defense stat.
"Ren, Force Palm...!"
Trusting Jason's judgement, Ren hurriedly pulled her hands behind her and gathered Fighting-type Energy in her palms.
"Mega-X, use Agility and dodge...!"
Sharing a similar bond with Nanahoshi, Mega-X floated from the ground and dodged backward with extreme speed. Its secondary Psychic Typing neutralized its vulnerability to Fighting-type Energy, but since the energy augmenting its physical defense was Steel Type, Ren's Force Palm would have cut through it like a hot knife through butter.
'This is a real battle...' Jason reiterated to himself, an insuppressible smile adorning his face as he commanded Ren to pull back and boost her attack and special attack using Work Up. He was used to being on the back foot in a battle, so his bout against Jake and Sammy the Oshawott had left him with a lingering sense of discomfort. Now, even as sweat dripped from his brows and he breathed like he was running a marathon, he felt relieved to be able to give a match his all...
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Following their battle, Jason returned with Nanahoshi to her room. Lillie had recommended it when he challenged her to a battle, so with Maeve covering for her, Jason retreated with Nanahoshi into his Sanctum to take a bath. At least, that's what he initially had in mind...
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"Mmnnn...this is a good position. Every time your penis hits my deepest part, it makes my heart flutter..." Nanahoshi stated, her cheeks tinted red, but her expression and tone bordering on impassive as she stood on one leg, her other hooked over Jason's forearm as he supported her side and slid in and out of her tight but accommodating pussy with deep, forceful thrusts against the shower wall.
"It's only possible due to how flexible you are..." Jason remarked, his breathing labored as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose, allowing him to clench his teeth each time he pulled his hips back. The stimulation on his end was overwhelming. But thanks to his Faux Third Eye, he could see that his efforts weren't for naught. When he pulled his hips back, the nerves throughout Nanahoshi's abdomen and along her spine would light up. And when his glans knocked against her, the electrical energy around her heart would increase, like her heart was quivering with the force of his thrusts.
"Give me a kiss..." Nanahoshi demanded flatly, her amber-gold eyes glistening faintly as she held Jason's gaze unblinkingly.
"Yes ma'am..." Jason responded, his tone deep and his eyes narrowing into a smolder as he slid his hand up Nanahoshi's body to provide her greater support. Then, as she had requested, he leaned forward to kiss her, compelling him to shift from forceful thrusts to a slow, deep grind as they made out.
Feeling Nanahoshi deliberately tighten the muscles in her abdomen and pussy to clamp down on him, Jason had to turn his face to the side and break away from their kiss to clench his teeth.
"Did I say you could stop...?" Nanahoshi asked, using her left hand to turn Jason's face back to her. When he opened his mouth to answer, she stuck her tongue inside, seizing the initiative while skillfully rolling her belly and hips to stimulate his glans with her insides.
'This woman really knows how to push my buttons...' Jason thought, his brain buzzing as he fought to regain the initiative, his tongue battling with Nanahoshi's as he resumed a deliberate, ramping thrust. In response, she began clenching each time he pulled his hips back, forcing him closer and closer to climax.
"I just can't win against you...you're too incredible..." Jason sighed, his breath warming Nanahoshi's shoulder as he enveloped her with his body and came deep inside of her.
"Mmnnn...one day..." Nanahoshi muttered, closing her eyes and secretly relishing the sensation of Jason's sturdy, muscular frame smothering her like a warm blanket. Part of her wished he had more weight to squish her with—like a massive weighted plushie—but she kept it to herself...
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Following his and Nanahoshi's spur-of-the-moment lovemaking, Jason felt compelled to clean and dote on her even more than usual. Nanahoshi was the type of woman who loved being pampered, so after carefully washing her hair and methodically cleaning every nook and cranny of her beautiful and athletic body, he rinsed her off and carried her like a Princess into the deep end of the bath—where he walked around with her in his arms.
"This has been a productive networking session..." Nanahoshi muttered, sporting a faint smile as she gently bumped Jason's chest with her head, her eyes closed.
"Right...we were networking..." Jason repeated, exhaling faintly from his nose. The word invariably made him think about the other women he was meant to bond with. Of the eighteen candidates he had chosen, expecting most to refuse, a surprising sixteen had communicated their willingness to participate in the League's Otherworld Preparedness Program.
"You have that unfocused look that says you're thinking too deeply about things..." Nanahoshi noted, liberating Jason from his thoughts and forcing him to meet her gaze with an apologetic smile.
"You're not wrong..." Jason conceded, sitting with Nanahoshi on one of the underwater lips lining the bath's deep end. He planned to continue holding her, but she freed herself from his grasp and kicked away from him, floating face-up on the water's surface as she asked, "What is it this time?"
Though he couldn't help but admire Nanahoshi's figure, particularly her well-shaped breasts, Jason had the wherewithal to answer, "Two things. The first involves nominating Captains for the Ultra Wormhole Response Teams. The League originally had eight squads planned, but there are a total of sixteen candidates..."
"And the second...?" Nanahoshi asked, righting her body and returning to Jason with a single breast stroke. There, she stopped with her hands on his knees, their faces and lips separated by less than the width of a hand as she tilted her head slightly and asked, "Are you worried that you might have crushed that Jake boy's drive...?"
"A little..." Jason confessed, holding Nanahoshi's gaze and running his hands along her forearms before caressing them with his thumbs. There were other places he wanted to put his hands, but he restrained himself.
"If a single loss was all it took to crush his dreams, he simply didn't have what it takes to be a Pokémon Trainer...it's better he learns that at school than in the middle of a Pokémon habitat..." Nanahoshi asserted, snapping her teeth as Jason tried to kiss her. Then, turning around, she sat atop his lap and reclined against him, her eyes closed as she guided his hands to her breasts and added, "But I'm ninety percent sure you're worrying over nothing—as you so often do..."
"Mmn...you're probably right..." Jason acknowledged, gently kneading Nanahoshi's remarkably pillowy breasts with his fingers and palms. They held their shape exceptionally well, even when she didn't wear a bra. But when they were in his hands, they felt like weighty marshmallows covered in the finest silk.
"Of course I'm right...I've been doing this a lot longer than you have..." Nanahoshi reminded, leaning her head back and enjoying the feeling of Jason's careful ministrations. At the same time, the images of those who had expressed a desire to become a Captain appeared in her mind. She and Maeve had reviewed them as a matter of course, so if Jason asked for her opinion, she had a decent idea of whom he should pick—starting with the two Champions that had volunteered...
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With Nanahoshi returning to her post, Jason found himself waiting in the room she shared with Maeve. He couldn't return to his and Lillie's room without thanking her, so he waited patiently and a little anxiously on the Gengar-themed sofa they had as furniture.
'You wouldn't think a Steel and Poison-type Specialist would have so many plushies...' Jason thought to himself, scanning the interior of the cozy, pleasant-smelling room. Both Nanahoshi and Maeve had dozens of Pokémon plushies on and around their pulled-together beds. And their furniture, despite them being security personnel who could beat most people and Pokémon down with their bare hands and feet, was nothing short of cutesy. If he hadn't known they were both in their twenties, he would have presumed he was in the room of a pair of teenage Pokémon fanatics...
"Hmmn...?"
Noticing a framed picture on the nightstand of what he assumed was Maeve's bed—based on the purple and pink bedding—Jason got up and made his way over to it. He didn't consider himself the type to snoop, but the picture was one he recognized—a photo of him and Maeve standing together on the beach. His eyes were instinctively drawn to her cleavage, as she was leaning forward slightly in a dark purple bikini, but he quickly pulled his view back to take in the image as a whole, including the bright blue, Shelder-pattern swim trunks he was wearing.
'I need to find and burn those shorts...' Jason thought, his expression softening into an affectionate smile. He still couldn't fathom how someone as breathtakingly beautiful as Maeve could be interested in him. But as he looked at them standing together, their fingers linked and happy smiles on their faces, he experienced an overwhelming desire to protect her smile...
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"Huuuuugh...you sure took your time with Nana..." Maeve sighed, entering the room in her ankle-length Maid outfit. Before Jason could respond, she had already started to loosen her clothes, compelling him to hurry over to lend her a hand.
"Mmnnn...Mr. Reliable over here..." Maeve hummed, readily entrusting the task of removing her clothes to Jason. She was exhausted from ten hours of patrolling the forest encircling the villa, so while she wasn't as inclined to accept pampering as Nanahoshi, she allowed Jason to dress her down to her pastel purple bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, and shoes before turning around and hooking her arms around his shoulders.
"Mmnngh...?"
Though he was a little taken aback by Maeve's sudden aggressiveness, Jason didn't hesitate to reciprocate, engaging her tongue while holding her slender and tight waist with his hands. He hadn't planned for them to make out or have sex, but if that's what Maeve wanted, he wasn't going to disappoint her...
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