Chapter 27 27: The Torchic Challenger Tournament（Power stone）
Two days later, the day of the Torchic Challenger Tournament finally arrived.
Roxanne woke up incredibly early today, arriving at the company a full hour earlier than usual.
Even Lorze's mother stared at her in utter astonishment, then glanced up at the sky. The sun hadn't magically risen from the west, so did her brain get squeezed in a door or something?
If Roxanne knew what her senior was thinking, she would definitely sneer and mutter, 'Damn right I got squeezed!' And it was squeezed by your precious baby boy, too. He locked his legs around her neck and violently pounded away, nearly squeezing the absolute fucking life out of her.
"Did the clock on my phone break? How on earth are you arriving at work the same time as me?" Lorze's mother asked, her face full of disbelief.
"Cough, cough! Is it really that weird for me to wake up early occasionally?" Roxanne cleared her throat, her voice sounding noticeably much hoarser than before.
"What happened to your voice? Do you have a sore throat?"
"Sore throat my ass! This is all your son's doing~!"
"What do you mean?"
"You can basically understand it as me spending the entire day yesterday helping little Lorze do a final 'sprint'. Who knew that guy's stamina was so fucking absurd? He completely drained me to the point of collapse, yet he was still brimming with energy." Roxanne wore a look of lingering fear. If she had known the brat was that excessively vigorous, she wouldn't have actively sought death by helping him 'adjust his condition'.
God knows he didn't just have insane stamina—his cock was massive, and he pumped out an obscene amount of cum. Not only did he brutally wear out her throat, but he also nearly choked her to death with his thick loads multiple times.
That filthy little brat!
He absolutely destroyed her!
"When you get older, you shouldn't try to keep up with the youth. You just eat and sleep all day, so where would you get the stamina to compete with a young man?" Lorze's mother rolled her eyes at her, completely missing the explicit sexual undertones in her best friend's words.
She genuinely thought her bestie had spent the entire day shouting commands while helping Lorze train, which was why her throat was so hoarse.
"What does this have to do with my stamina? When it's your turn, you'll find out exactly how incredibly capable he is in bed." Roxanne curled her lips and didn't elaborate further.
You could say little Lorze had fucked a lingering trauma into her. She genuinely began to doubt whether her ultimate defense line could even survive Lorze's frantic, violent thrusting.
That guy's sexual stamina was absolutely not normal. Without dragging a few other women into bed to drain him together, no single person could possibly satisfy him and knock him out.
After experiencing just how outrageously high little Lorze's sex drive was, Roxanne actually stopped worrying about her plan failing.
Because she knew her senior definitely wouldn't be able to handle his massive cock all by herself either. Once she realized what Roxanne actually meant, she'd most likely come begging her to share the physical burden of pleasing him.
Hearing this, Lorze's mother frowned slightly. Actually, she didn't need to wait; she already detected that Roxanne's words seemed to hide a much dirtier meaning. She could only hope she was just overthinking it...
"The tournament starts today, right? Do you think after all this training, little Lorze can make it to the end?" Lorze's mother stopped dwelling on it; she was currently much more concerned about the tournament.
"Who knows? But very few Rookie Trainers train at his psychotic intensity. You reap what you sow, so all we can do is believe in him. Or are you just worried that if little Lorze loses, he won't have a valid excuse to do whatever he wants to your body~?" Roxanne teased.
"What nonsense are you spewing?!" Lorze's mother immediately blushed crimson, so startled by the explicit comment that she guiltily glanced around.
This was the company! People could walk by at any second. Did she really think they were still in private? How could she casually spout such shameless things in broad daylight?
Roxanne shrugged, looking completely unbothered, though she did express a bit of her genuine concern: "The Torchic Challenger Tournament is a fairly famous rookie event in our province. There is no shortage of wealthy heirs among the competitors. Those people might burn through money even more ruthlessly than I do. Against them, little Lorze probably only has the advantage of training intensity. Furthermore, you know that situation exists too..."
Lorze's mother nodded solemnly. Truth be told, that situation was exactly what she worried about the most.
The rules of the Torchic Challenger Tournament strictly required participants to use their Starter Pokémon. The goal was to test exactly how far a Trainer could cultivate a newborn Pokémon during the two short months since acquiring it.
At the same time, exceptional Trainers would be scouted out, and various schools would heavily invest in their development.
In other words, the Torchic Challenger Tournament held significant importance. There were plenty of families who, in order to secure higher rankings and elite school sponsorships for their kids, would purposely purchase and prepare a Pokémon up to a year in advance.
These Pokémon essentially had a full extra year of cultivation time compared to a normal newborn Pokémon. How could an average Rookie Trainer possibly compete with that?
Situations like this were definitely not rare. Because if someone else's kid prepped a year in advance and yours didn't, wouldn't that mean your child was lagging behind by a full year for no reason?
The Trainer Association honestly didn't have a great way to regulate this loophole. They could only mandate that a newly registered Starter Pokémon could not already be in its evolved form; otherwise, the registration would be rejected, or you would be forced to register it as your second Pokémon instead.
Even though the Association's rule still couldn't stop the rich from prepping a year early, it at least stopped them from prepping a Pokémon a whole fucking decade in advance.
Unless they deliberately didn't train that Pokémon for ten years and completely suppressed its evolution—but then what would be the point of buying it early?
Wouldn't that just be pointlessly wasting the Pokémon's infancy, the absolute fastest period of growth?
Anyway, although Roxanne had high hopes for little Lorze, nobody could guarantee exactly how monstrously strong those rich kids' Pokémon had grown.
Who knows, they might have instantly triggered an evolution the exact second after finishing their Starter registration!
A Pokémon's overall stats skyrocketed exponentially after evolution. A newborn Pokémon would find it incredibly difficult to deal with.
"Alright, blindly worrying is useless. Ralts is a Psychic-type, and Psychic-types are immensely overpowered during the rookie phase. Even if he does run into one of those 'fake newborn' Pokémon, he definitely won't go down without a fight." Roxanne gently pulled her senior's hand to comfort her, not forgetting to take the opportunity to pull the MILF into her embrace, blissfully inhaling her senior's deeply intoxicating scent~.
Lorze's mother seemed long accustomed to Roxanne's horny little gestures and couldn't be bothered to scold her. She just pushed her away and said, "During the days of the tournament, I plan to move into your place too. The pressure on him lately is probably massive, so I want to keep him company."
But hearing this, Roxanne flashed a deeply playful, teasing look: "Are you genuinely worried the pressure is too high for him, or are you just incredibly lonely, horny, and unable to endure sleeping alone in an empty bed anymore~?"
The MILF's mature face violently flushed red again. Flustered and angry from shame, she viciously pinched Roxanne's slender waist and scolded in utter embarrassment, "Why do you run your mouth so much?! You are absolutely forbidden from saying things like that out in the open from now on!"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes~ Then if Senior wants to keep my mouth shut, shouldn't you give my body another deep massage~?" Roxanne cheekily seized the chance to make demands.
"Why do you love taking advantage of me just as much as little Lorze does?" Lorze's mother rolled her eyes at her.
"How is that even comparable? I refuse to believe little Lorze just stops at a simple massage~."
"Shut up!"
"Anyway, there's still an hour before our shifts start. For this hour, Senior, your body belongs entirely to me~."
"Alright, alright! I'll massage you, okay?"
Lorze's mother really couldn't stand this childishly horny bestie. Left with no choice, she gave in to her intimate demands.
Regardless, Roxanne's massive financial investment had genuinely done her a monumental favor. She had to 'repay' her body somehow, right?
Currently, the Torchic Challenger Tournament was only in the preliminary phase. There wasn't much worth watching at this stage, so there wouldn't be any live online broadcasts.
Once it progressed to the Top 32 Group Stage, the match quality would noticeably skyrocket, and only then would livestream platforms show up to broadcast it.
If she wanted to know how Lorze's matches were going right now, she either had to go watch live in person, or just anxiously wait for him to text her.
Lorze's mother absentmindedly massaged her bestie, slipping her hands beneath Roxanne's clothes and caressing her snow-white skin. Yet, she was completely oblivious to the fact that the exact spots she was rubbing were densely covered in shameful, dirty hickeys~.
Roxanne couldn't help but let the corners of her lips curve upward. Did this technically count as her completely cucking her senior?