Chapter 049
"It took a bit longer than expected, but here you go," said Bulma, handing Leon a device resembling a silver-backed pocket watch with an emerald green, gridded display.
Pressing the device's dial-like button with a *kacha*, Leon smiled as he saw several yellow dots appear, denoting himself, Bulma, and someone standing outside, ostensibly spying on them.
"The standard range is ten meters, but if you press the button, it goes up to one kilometer and ten kilometers," explained Bulma. "Turning the dial does the same thing, but it lets you fine-tune the range. Lastly, you can use your thumb to move around, and if you press one of the yellow dots that appear, it shows you how far away they are and the amount of Mana detected."
"You truly outdid yourself this time, Bulma. Excellent work," said Leon, adopting a broad smile.
"Yeah, well, I couldn't have finished it half as quickly without the support of my favorite Sponsor~" mused Bulma, grasping Leon's right arm and purposefully squishing her left breast against his bicep while rubbing her temple against his shoulder. This was a tell-tale sign she wanted to fuck, but it also meant she wanted something.
"What is it this time...?" asked Leon, smiling wryly as he placed the Mana Radar in his Storage and turned to face the blue-haired inventor, hefting her up by her perky and notably bubbly butt so their lips were within easy kissing distance.
Linking her arms around Leon's shoulders, Bulma narrowed her eyes and smiled seductively as she replied, "I need platinum, gold, and a bunch of rare-earth metals to get my production facility on the Fourth Floor up and running. I know you have several blocks gathering dust in your Storage. If you hand them over, not only will I continue prioritizing technologies that make investigating the Tower easier, but you'll also get to enjoy a number of 'personal' benefits..."
Bringing her face closer to Leon's, Bulma slowly and deliberately licked his lips before pulling away, narrowing her eyes further, and asking, "So, what do you think~?"
Narrowing his own eyes into a smoldering look, Leon jokingly replied, "I think you're going to get me in a lot of trouble with Mordred. But since I have the materials on hand and am not using them for anything, I can at least consider your proposal. Just tell me what you require, and then we can 'hammer' out the specifics..."
"This is why I absolutely adore you, Leon..." stated Bulma, her breath beginning to quicken as she drew her lips to his ear and hotly whispered, "You're not afraid to put yourself at a slight disadvantage when you know it will benefit everyone in the long run..."
"Mhmm...that's why I summoned you personally..." replied Leon, placing Bulma's shorts and panties in his Storage and planting a kiss on her neck as he mused, "You can certainly be troublesome, but you're brilliance and beauty more than make up for it. I'm happy to have you with us..."
"Good. You should be..." purred Bulma, grabbing a handful of Leon's hair as she appended, "Now, ram that carefully crafted cock in my pussy and make love to me, you silly goober..."
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"It's open," responded Leon, sitting in his study in front of the fireplace. The manor had central heating, but since it was most cost-effective to use firewood instead of converting crystal fragments to fuel, he enjoyed the warmth of the fire and watching it crackle from his handmade, wing-back leather chair.
"You called for me, Lord Leon...?" asked a buxom, blue-haired, amethyst-eyed girl in a Maid outfit.
"That's right. Now, come and take a seat," replied Leon, intending for the girl, Miyako, to sit in the chair next to him. Instead, as rumors of what he had been doing with Miu, Rem, and Ram had long since circulated among the other Maids, she came over and promptly sat sidesaddle atop his lap, her expression a mask of calm.
"I'm not complaining, but for future reference, you don't need to sit on my lap," said Leon.
"I understand," replied Miyako. However, as she was already sitting down, she remained put, waiting to hear what he had to say.
Suppressing his muscle memory, which wanted him to slip his hand under Miyako's skirt and into her panties, Leon remarked, "I noticed you outside of Winry's and Bulma's workshop when I dropped by this afternoon."
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"If you'll recall, our agreement is that you can monitor me and document my activities to report back to Yamato, but eavesdropping and spying on those I interact with is strictly prohibited..."
Without waiting for Leon to continue, Miyako promptly rose from his lap, turning toward him with her back facing the fireplace as she removed the apparently detachable white fabric covering her breasts and then raised the hem of her skirt, revealing lacy black side-tie panties with a ribbon on the front.
"Please do not fire me..." said Miyako, her expression her usual mask of calm but with a hint of desperation in her eyes. Yamato had entrusted her with keeping tabs on Leon but forewarned her not to cross the line. If she returned to him and reported that she had failed her mission because she was horny and decided to sneak a peek at Leon and Bulma having sex, he would be disappointed, to say the least...
"First off, I consider Yamato a friend..." said Leon, his gaze lowering to Miyako's black panties and the faint but perceptible outline of her pussy. "If he walked in on this scene right now, he'd probably resent me, so I'd appreciate it if you fixed your clothes. Also, I'm not going to fire you over a single mistake. I just wanted to warn you to be more mindful. If Mordred or a member of the Crimson Valkyrie Squad had spotted you, you'd be the first person thrown into our dungeon..."
Blushing slightly, Miyako quickly lowered her skirt, picked up the piece of white fabric she had discarded, and turned her back to fix it in place while Leon stared blankly at her profile from behind, specifically focusing on her ass. Fortunately for her, while he had no qualms about looking, he wasn't prepared to lose one of his confidants and drinking buddies by copping a feel and taking advantage of the situation. Not when he had the option of visiting Mordred, Miu, Kisara, Rem, Ram, Bulma, and likely several others who would readily welcome him into their rooms and let him fuck them...
Finished fixing her blouse, Miyako left Leon feeling at a loss for words as she sat back down atop his lap, hands folded over her own as she met his gaze with regained poise, waiting for him to continue.
"I've said everything I intended to say," said Leon. "I'm not going to insist you leave, but you're free to do so..."
Tilting her head slightly, Miyako asked, "You're not going to punish me before I go...?"
"Punish you how...?" asked Leon, raising his right brow with a moderately incredulous smile.
"You could spank me," suggested Miyako. "Or maybe have me sit in seiza with a stack of books on my legs...?"
Shaking his head, Leon amended, "A compelling offer, but I'll just dock your pay and have you take over cleaning Sylvie's, Ember's, and Luna's litterboxes for the rest of the month. Most of your income comes from the Tower, so losing 2-3 Red Crystals shouldn't set you back too much. Now, get going before I'm tempted to change my mind..."
As Leon bounced his knee, Miyako promptly got off of him. However, as she was sincerely grateful for his clemency, she offered him a steep and respectful bow before leaving, leaving Leon alone and slightly frustrated by the encounter. Fortunately, the person he had sent to retrieve her was Rem, who, after the markedly more mature blunette departed, entered the room to ask, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Lord Leon...?"
Following a brief pause, a faint smile developed across Leon's face as he asked, "What if I asked you to do as you pleased...?"
Blinking in surprise, Rem paused to consider Leon's words for nearly half a minute before adopting a somewhat coy smile, making her way over, and taking a seat atop his lap as she replied, "If I'm permitted to be selfish...I would have Master praise and dote on me..."
"Fortunately, you're such an amazing girl, I could dote on you for hours..." mused Leon, reaching up to caress Rem's head. Then, causing her face to become increasingly red and feverish, he spent several minutes listing off all the things she was incredible at, whispering them directly into her ear or muttering them as he kissed the nape of her neck and shoulder, slowly and methodically disrobing her in the process...
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With Bulma's Mana Radar allowing him to detect Mana signatures within ten kilometers, Leon had a much easier time discovering Pokemon as he continued his exploration and mapping of the Fifth Floor. He would have liked an option to filter Mana values below a certain threshold, but since he could thumb around for a bit and lock on to particularly powerful Mana signatures, it was a mild complaint.
Curiously, though it wasn't difficult to understand why, Psychic-type and the various elemental Pokemon had the most powerful signatures. They were also among the most elusive, as, due to their former group's psychic powers, they could sense people approaching and avoid them. That made the Mana Radar's ability to lock onto a specific Mana signature invaluable, as many, though not all, Psychic-type Pokemon could Teleport.
"Relax. I only want to talk," said Leon, making his way toward a large tree, behind which was a Mana signature he had only been able to track due to the Mana Radar and his own ability to teleport after it. However, when he saw what the Pokemon was, his eyes widened as he briefly but seriously deliberated teleporting away.
'You don't want to eat me...?' asked a faint, timid voice, projected directly into Leon's mind by a Pokemon with leaf-green hair covering its face and framing its head like twin tails. It also had crimson eyes, two red, disc-like horns protruding from its head at 45-degree angles, and a white garment that appeared to be a tutu but was part of its body. Underneath that were long green legs, at least compared to its size, but due to the 'anatomically correct' nature of Pokemon in the Tower, that wasn't the only thing visible beneath its tutu.
'I don't know if I should feel relieved or disappointed...' thought Leon, a wry smile adorning his face as the Pokemon, known as a Kirlia, came out of its hiding place and asked, 'Are you hurting and lonely? If you promise to behave, I can take you to my village.'
Blinking in surprise, Leon didn't mind that the conspicuously male Kirlia was in his head, asking, 'You live in a village?'
Nodding in affirmation, the Kirlia stated, 'It is safer to be together. But I am tired right now, so I must rest.'
Sensing no hostility from Leon, the Kirlia sat down with its legs crossed and eyes closed, ostensibly meditating as a bluish-white aura enveloped its profile and rose from its body like steam. Leon found it difficult to look directly at the distinctly humanoid Pokemon, but since its evolved form, Gardevoir, was among the most powerful Psychic-type Pokemon, said to be able to generate a miniature black hole with pure psychokinetic power, he sat across from it, pulled out a plate of food, forced a smile, and said, "You'll recover quicker on a full belly..."
Opening its eyes, the Kirlia looked between Leon and the plate of savory, gravy-covered brown cubes he had presented. It was a little hesitant at first, having never seen such food, but just like every other Pokemon that had tried Erina's cooking, it soon began scarfing them down with reckless abandon, eventually licking the plate clean...
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