Taboo Pokémon Trainer: The Pure White Ralts and the MILF Harem [R18] Chapter 24 24: Ability Training

After training for a while, the Roxanne mother-daughter duo—who had their stomachs completely "stuffed and knocked up" by Lorze's cooking—made their way upstairs.

Ruo was loudly demanding to co play with Ralts, while Roxanne wanted to check on how Lorze's training was progressing.

Alright... the truth was Roxanne actually wanted to go back to her room and rot in bed. But Lorze's mother, left all alone at ho, was feeling incredibly lonely and horny. She missed her handso son desperately, but didn't want to rashly call him and disrupt his training rhythm.

Thus, she had no choice but to use Roxanne as a proxy, constantly checking up on her son's situation through her.

Roxanne couldn't bring herself to refuse her senior, so she dragged herself up to the second floor with the voice call connected.

However, the mont they reached the second floor, they witnessed a completely absurd, mind-boggling scene. Little Ralts was actually sparring with Azumarill?

Sparring itself wasn't absurd; they could just chalk it up to accumulating combat experience.

But wasn't Ralts supposed to be a long-range, Special Attack artillery Pokémon?

Why the hell was she actively teleporting into point-blank range, then using her tiny little fists to 'tickle' Azumarill?

Because wasn't that exactly what it was? Tickling!

With those tiny little fists of hers, which were barely thicker than twigs, hitting Azumarill's dense body... they were more worried that Ralts's fists would snap in half. You're actually making her throw punches?

How can you teach such a young kid how to violently punch people!

However, right as they were thinking this, the very next second, Azumarill swiftly dodged one of Ralts's punches. As a result, Ralts's tiny fist slamd straight into the heavy punching bag behind her.

With a deafening BOOM, the massive, heavy punching bag—which Lorze couldn't even dent with his own punches—was sent violently swinging from the sheer impact of Ralts's tiny fist.

Roxanne and Ruo watched, their jaws completely dropping in absolute shock.

Moreover, faint traces of golden electrical arcs could be seen violently crackling around Ralts's tiny fist.

That was the result of Lorze instructing her to channel Electric-type energy into her fists right before impact. Currently, it looked like she still wasn't very proficient at it.

No... she wasn't just unproficient at that. Even her Teleport, which she normally executed flawlessly and naturally, had beco frantic and chaotic the mont it was brought into a live combat scenario.

Even though Lorze had trained Ralts's dynamic teleportation abilities in the woods, his asly dynamic evasion was like a crawling snail compared to Big Sis Azumarill's jet-fighter speed. They were on completely different fucking levels.

Big Sis Azumarill was an Elite-rated Pokémon. Once she started moving, she perfectly embodied the phrase "fast as a coursing river."

Her body wasted absolutely zero motion. With every single blur, she reappeared several ters away.

If this training room wasn't so cramped, she'd probably be fucking flying around the room.

But at the sa ti, Azumarill had an insane amount of 'unnecessary' movents. Once she entered combat mode, even while standing "still," her body was never static. She constantly weaved and bobbed, making it absolutely impossible for Ralts to predict her next movent trajectory.

It reached the point where Ralts couldn't even perform basic predictions. The result was that every ti Azumarill moved, Ralts was always a full second too slow to catch up with her Teleport, falling completely into the opponent's tempo.

Yet, regarding Ralts's supposedly terrible combat performance, Lorze simply nodded in complete satisfaction.

Wasn't it fucking obvious?

For a Rookie Trainer's Pokémon to even remotely keep up with an Elite-tier Pokémon's footwork was already incredibly impressive. And that was still the result of Azumarill heavily holding back.

What, did you seriously expect a baby Ralts to just instantly beat the shit out of Azumarill?

Lorze's demands weren't high. As long as she could land a hit on a heavily handicapped Big Sis Azumarill before the Torchic Challenger Tournant, he would consider it an absolute success.

"Baby boy, are you trying to teach Ralts Thunder Punch?" Lorze's mother's voice echoed from Roxanne's phone. She had also noticed the electrical arcs crackling around little Ralts's fists.

"Basically, yeah. It's impossible to master Thunderbolt in one go anyway, so we might as well learn Thunder Punch as a transitional move first," Lorze explained.

"That works. Just plan out your own pace, but don't train too brutally hard. Balancing work and rest is incredibly important," his mother said with deep concern. She never worried about her son slacking off on training; she was only terrified that he might overexert himself just to win the right to do whatever he wanted with her body.

If you want to use excessive force on , you have to win the Torchic Challenger Tournant first. Then you can co ho and use as much excessive force on Mommy as you want~.

"I know my limits, we'll rest before midnight." Lorze reassured his mother.

"That's good. Then keep up the hard work, Mommy will be watching you from right here."

"Okay."

The mother and son brazenly flirted and exchanged deeply affectionate looks through the phone. It was so intense you could practically sll the sour stench of raw, incestuous romance oozing through the screen, leaving Roxanne utterly speechless.

Seriously? Senior, you want to keep watching?

I an, it's fine if you want to watch, but could you not hijack my fucking phone?!

I need to get back to my bed and rot while binge-watching my shows! Am I supposed to just stand here like a fucking idiot until midnight?!

You two want to publicly display your sick incestuous affection, fine, but spare !

"I have absolutely zero interest in standing here watching you mother and son flirt with each other. See ya!" Roxanne's face darkened. Monts later, she grabbed her phone and bolted. She absolutely refused to play the third wheel for that deeply horny mother-son duo.

Moreover, her daughter was right here. If Ruo discovered the twisted, taboo relationship between that mother and son, it would be a disaster!

She absolutely didn't want to corrupt her own daughter.

Therefore, ignoring her senior's protests, Roxanne just hung up the call and retreated to her room to resu her life as a lazy salted fish.

It wasn't until almost midnight that Lorze pushed open her bedroom door and walked in. To his surprise, he found that his Auntie wasn't lying flat and binge-watching shows at all, but rather...

Roxanne was holding her phone up with one hand, seemingly staring at so highly stimulating content.

As for her other hand... it had wandered down below her waist, vigorously engaging in a very traditional, highly stingy "flicking the bean" handiwork.

She lay completely butt-naked on her bed. Even when Lorze walked in, she didn't show the slightest intention of stopping her aggressive fingering, intensely focused on rubbing herself raw.

It wasn't until Lorze stripped completely naked and slid into bed right next to her that he realized the image displayed on her phone screen was... the highly explicit, private photos of his mother that he had just sent her earlier.

Staring at her senior looking increasingly seductive in the private photos, her hand movents grew more and more frenzied. Finally, after a violent, full-body shudder, she successfully concluded tonight's solo battle.

Watching his Auntie's body violently convulse as she completely soaked the sheets like a human fountain, a stunned Lorze didn't forget to use his own phone to record this absolutely breathtaking, degenerate mont.

"Did you get a good recording?" Roxanne rolled her eyes at the perverted little brat who did nothing but secretly film her.

"Cough, cough. Yep, got it perfectly~." Lorze hurriedly hid his phone, terrified that his Auntie would force him to delete the video.

However, Roxanne couldn't give less of a shit. She had already let him slide into her bed completely naked; did he really think she gave a fuck about him possessing so indecent videos of her?

The absolute worst-case scenario was that he used the sex tapes to blackmail her into offering up her body, right?

Bitch, I'll literally offer it up directly! I don't even need you to blackmail !

"If you're done recording, go grab so tissues and help your Auntie wipe up this ss. Don't just sit there staring," Roxanne ordered.

"Why waste tissues? I have a vastly more eco-friendly thod!" Lorze instantly transford into an aggressive environntalist, diving face-first right between her legs.

"You filthy little brat!" Roxanne let out a shocked gasp. This kid was getting more and more outrageously bold!

Believe it or not, your Auntie could easily snap your fucking neck with her thighs!

Lorze refused to believe it. Was his tongue seriously less effective than a piece of tissue paper?

Okay, turns out it actually was less effective.

After his incredibly aggressive oral assault, not only did he fail to wipe his Auntie clean, but the furious, squirming Auntie actually ended up soaking his entire face with her juices.

To exact revenge on his naughty Auntie, Lorze simply pounced right on top of her, aggressively sealing her fragrant lips with a deep kiss. He violently yanked the AC comforter over them, and the sheets began to violently thrash and tumble.

God knows how much ti passed before the two of them, completely exhausted and drenched in fragrant, sticky sweat, finally dragged themselves to the bathroom.

The only devastating regret was that he still hadn't managed to fully penetrate his Auntie's ultimate defense line. He had only just barely breached the entrance before he was forcefully interrupted.

"Auntie, are you completely satisfied with your nephew's deep-tissue massage?" Lorze gently held his Auntie's naked body as they both basked in the highly intimate, post-coital afterglow.

"Yes, yes, yes. You're amazing, alright? You definitely use this on your mom all the ti at ho, don't you?" Roxanne pressed against his chest, her eyes undeniably glazed with the look of a woman who had just been serviced far too well.

"Hehe~ Since Auntie loves it so much, I'll make sure to co keep you company in bed every single night."

"You horny little degenerate~ What about your Ralts? You aren't sleeping with her anymore?"

"You'll have to ask Ruo about that. She's currently clinging onto Ralts like her life depends on it."

"Alright fine. As long as you don't let Ruo catch us, Auntie is totally fine with whatever you want to do."

"Then let's keep going. The night is still young~."

Roxanne: ???

Are you seriously not going to let your Auntie get a single fucking minute of rest?!