Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Compared to ordinary people who live together for momentary pleasure, we are completely innocent and have not crossed any lines."

"To unite and encourage each other in order to achieve our respective goals, we will forge close bonds."

"This kind of relationship goes beyond ordinary friendship, but it's not like a romantic relationship where there's a lot of demanding and expecting."

"This relationship is difficult to summarize precisely in human language, which is not surprising, because we are special."

Quanshu mumbled a long string of words, then took a deep breath and said, "I've said all this just to tell you that there's no need to worry about it."

"We are special, we can just do things at our own pace."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them by two steps.

"At my own pace..."

Sabrina didn't notice his approach. Indeed, she was a superhuman, different from ordinary people.

Hearing Izumi deny that it was just a pure friendship meant that his thoughts went beyond that, which made her feel slightly relieved and a little happy.

At least, in his eyes, the relationship between the two was no longer a simple exchange of interests, but something that needed to be seriously considered.

"So our relationship includes friends, but goes beyond friendship?"

Nazi raised her head, and the starlight of the early night fell into her eyes, sparkling like a clear spring bathed in moonlight.

Quanshu raised an eyebrow: "Hmm...yes, you could say that."

"Regarding friendships... I have something I'd like to try."

Naz recalled seeing online a method for detecting whether someone has romantic feelings for another person.

1. Even if the other person is not by your side, you will think of them from time to time.

Second, they hope to spend more time together and are reluctant to separate.

Third, a strong possessiveness, but able to accept the other person's shortcomings.

Fourth, you will feel your heart race when you hug someone.

...

"Then give it a try. After all, trying new things and experiencing new feelings can unleash your superpowers."

Quanshu smiled. For her, the most common interactions between friends were probably exchanging diaries, sharing secrets, and confiding troubles.

The next moment, her soft body crashed into his arms.

Her waist-length, deep purple hair swayed slightly before quickly returning to calm, and a pleasant scent wafted into her nostrils.

Naza hesitated for a moment, her arms unsure of what to do, before finally awkwardly wrapping around his waist and embracing his back.

Quanshu's brain instantly shut down, leaving only one thought—soft.

She tiptoed and used all her strength, pressing down on me with a soft, tingling sensation. Two round mounds of cotton were pressed into an amazing arc, and even through two layers of fabric, one could still feel a touch of proud cherry blossom color.

Naza turned her head to the side, resting her forehead against his shoulder and her ear against his chest.

Along with the warmth came the sound of her rapid, uncontrollable heartbeat.

Time slowed down at this moment.

The little sprites watching from the surrounding area were stunned. Psyduck, nestled in the thick wormwood, stared wide-eyed and tilted its head.

Maril thoughtfully used its blue ball tail to shield it, while its own bright black eyes would occasionally steal a few glances.

The lake water not far away was bubbling, and the Squirtle turtles stretched out their little claws to cover their eyes, leaving large gaps between their claws.

The shy ostriches, like ostriches, frantically plunged their heads into the lake.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The hoarse, mocking laughter of the crows echoed from the surrounding treetops.

Quanshu's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty; he truly hadn't expected Naz to suddenly hug him.

Hugging is indeed within the scope of friendly behavior.

His arm, hanging in mid-air, was at a loss for what to do. In the end, he wrapped one arm around her slender waist and placed the other hand on the top of Naz's head.

The drawbacks of teasing Eevee for so long that it had been etched into its underlying code began to show, and Izumi subconsciously began to gently stroke it.

He combed her hair from her smooth forehead to the ends, stroke by stroke.

As her fingers traced a comfortable spot, Sabrina didn't make a sweet gurgling sound in her throat like Eevee, but her hands around her waist gripped even tighter.

All I could hear was the other person's slightly rapid breathing.

Naz closed her eyes, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

A mix of sour, sweet, and bitter emotions seemed to burst forth from her chest, but she didn't dislike it; in fact, she was somewhat addicted to it.

This was a stark contrast to the terrible mood I was in that day.

If the method I found online is correct, then the situation is really bad, with my heart pounding so hard in my chest.

Love was an emotion that Nazi had never experienced before. She felt confused and at a loss about it, but she was not afraid or worried.

After clarifying my feelings, I felt relieved and even developed expectations and various wishes.

The reason for this was that her right ear, pressed against Izumi's chest, also heard a heartbeat with a melody completely different from her own.

Strong and powerful, gradually accelerating from the beginning, like a spinning drumbeat.

The doubts and confusion about their relationship were quickly dispelled by the drumbeats and completely banished from their minds.

Quanshu's mood was definitely not as calm as it appeared; his heart would also race.

Knowing this alone gave Naz a sense of indescribable satisfaction and secret joy.

"So, are we still in a relationship that's more than just friendship?"

After a long while, her soft, sweet voice came from below, as if coated with icing sugar.

Quanshu was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, we are still innocent."

"So, does Qishu know about our relationship?"

Naz's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had done something wrong. She said timidly, "It feels so despicable to develop a relationship secretly while my friend is not around."

Quanshu was taken aback.

No, do we really have to bring this up now?

Chapter 169 The Sensation of Stealing is Extremely Strong

His relationship with Qishu seemed to be exceptionally good.

Putting aside the various collaborations between Tingxiang and the livestreamer, Nazi remembers that when Quanshu came to negotiate with her, he would hide behind the other party.

Back then, Quanshu was quite timid, and would use the strange tree as a shield at the slightest sign of trouble.

In their subsequent daily life, Izumi-ki indulged the latter's every request, completely spoiling him.

At the Quartz Conference, it is unclear what happened between the two, but Kiju took a plane and fled back to the Padiya region overnight.

After Quanshu returned, he hung a dirty wooden sign by his bedside and was often distracted for a while.

Although there was no concrete evidence, Naz felt that something must have happened at the Quartz Conference.

His relationship with Kiju was more like that of a couple than ordinary friends.

Now that she's embracing Izumi, Nazu feels like she's betrayed her only friend, especially since Izumi isn't around.

The experience is hard to describe.

On one side of the scale is the spring and the tree, and on the other side is the first friend I met, swinging back and forth in my heart.

His guilt was palpable.

Quanshu was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Qishi... is my tacit partner, and our relationship is completely innocent, just like yours."

"So there's no need to worry about it. Kiki... will probably understand."

Quanshu's throat was dry, and he was telling the truth. Apart from holding hands, the two of them did not engage in any inappropriate intimate behavior.

"That's good."

Naza breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "After that, when Kishu came to chat with me, we had something to talk about again."

"and many more!"

Quanshu's hand, which was stroking her head, froze. He advised, "That's not necessary. Friends should respect each other's privacy."

"Qi Shu... what do you usually talk about?"

Naza loosened her grip slightly as she breathed out, "He chats with me every week, mostly about interesting things from Parthia."

"They would also ask me what I usually do and whether there are any pretty actresses on set."

"Hmm...and also the restaurants you like to go to, the clothes you wear, and the time you go to bed recently."

Quanshu coughed twice. This was no longer just intruding on privacy; it was practically planting a spy right next to him.

"Next time you chat with Qishu, just tell me about the interesting things that happened at work, there's no need to go into too much detail."

"Well--"

As he continued to stroke her fur, Naza let out a soft, comfortable moan, burying her forehead even deeper into his arms.

The spring tree slightly raised its head, gazing up at the starry sky.

How long are we going to keep hugging like this?

It wasn't that he was unwilling; putting aside the group of curious Pokémon around him, the little earth dragon was the first to lose patience.

He's not exactly a gentleman; he can't resist a woman's advances.

Unlike the captivating youthful charm of Kiju, Naza's alluring figure is tempting enough to tempt one to commit a crime.

After using "self-suggestion," the younger earth dragon transformed into "long horns," stubbornly resisting its instincts to "dig" and "drill straight in." If it continued to entangle itself, it risked being "splattered with scales"...

Once Sabrina discovers the "horrible face" of her younger brother, the rampaging superpowers might just turn him into mincemeat.

In fact, she had already sensed something, but for no apparent reason, she shifted her body restlessly, gently rubbing her lower abdomen.

Even if the spring tree can withstand it, the earth dragon brother won't be able to, and he'll be hit in a vital spot.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

"it is good..."

Naza turned her rosy cheeks away from his embrace.

The influx of fresh air was invigorating.

She straightened her clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles one by one.

This action made Izumi's eyebrows twitch, and combined with the secluded lakeside atmosphere, the sense of illicit pleasure intensified.

The sound of them separating made the Pokémon that had been peeking around all shrink back. They had witnessed the whole thing with curiosity, and some of the Pokémon were still immersed in the atmosphere just now.

For example, when Marilu saw the two approaching, she panicked and ran headfirst into a street lamp.

They returned to the cabin.

On the iron lamppost of the cobblestone path, Quanshu saw the little meteorite he hadn't seen in a long time, lying on top of the lamppost fast asleep.

Strangely, Gastly was lazily floating beside it, occasionally taking a sip of air, as if drinking juice.

"Gastly, what are you doing next to Little Meteor?"

Gastly chuckled, "This Pokémon's dream exudes a strong aura of fear. Although it doesn't taste as good as a human's, it's still barely tolerable."

Quanshu patted his head.

Speaking of which, there is indeed a folk belief in this world that Ghost-type Pokémon cause nightmares.

It can be considered a technique for better exploiting human fears.

"Taste the fear that overflows from the little meteorite as you please, but remember to know when to stop, or you will suffer the consequences."

Izumi remembered the claw marks on Little Meteorite's body, left a word of advice, and departed side by side with Natsume.

"Jie Jie~"

Gastly dismissed it, thinking that Izumi was just a lousy movie director who knew nothing about the fear of feeding.