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With Tatsumaki being the first Blue Grade he had ever summoned, Leon set aside at least four hours each day to personally help with her growth. His investigation of the Sixth Floor also continued, but after the incident with the warhead, all but the Crimson Valkyrie Squad were delegated to assist with the security checkpoints and training reserve forces to shore up their numbers. Meanwhile, when he wasn't exploring the Tower, Leon spent nearly every waking moment of his time constructing what would become his Capital City, Unica, alluding to the fact it was a place where people converged and different species mingled...

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[Day 333, 11:58 PM]

Teleporting to the heart of the Psycharium, where Tatsumaki's chambers were located, Leon found the green-haired girl lying listlessly on her bed. The moment she sensed his presence, a faint glimmer of joy appeared on her face, but she quickly suppressed it and rolled onto her side, propping her head with her hand as she asked, "Do you never rest?"

"Are you suggesting we take the night off...?" asked Leon, approaching and fearlessly sitting atop Tatsumaki's oversized bed. She did her best to resist it, but when she saw him sit down, smile, and pat his left thigh, she floated over, straddled his lap, and hugged him, muttering, "I'm going to kill you one of these days..."

"But not tonight, right...?" asked Leon, hooking his left hand around the small of Tatsumaki's back and gently caressing her with his right as she rubbed her face and cheek against his chest while sniffing him.

After a successful but misguided attempt to enhance her psychic powers by forming a link with the Psychic-type Pokemon she was entrusted with training, Tatsumaki had inadvertently 'attuned' to the love, adoration, and 'desires' they had toward Leon. She kept it secret and suppressed it for a time, but since she could feel the 'echo' every time Leon had sex with one of the Gardevoir, she invariably began to desire him herself...

Just as Leon and Tatsumaki were about to share a kiss, a loud popping and the sound of fireworks startled them as a large notification window flanked by blow horns, party poppers, and streamers appeared, notifying him of an event called the Inaugural Grand Banquet set to take place on the eve of the new year.

'What the hell is a Grand Banquet...?' Leon pondered, various possibilities entering his mind, few of which were good. After all, a banquet was often a formal gathering between many people, usually to celebrate something fairly significant. Since he doubted the Transdimensional Fae would host a banquet for himself and his allies, the most probable explanation was that it was a meeting between Beta Testers...

Reading the message alongside Leon, Tatsumaki took note of a certain part, reading aloud, "Bring with you the one you cherish most and the one whose power you have the greatest confidence...sounds like you're either going to have to fight, have your bonds tested, or both..."

"Sounds like trouble..." appended Leon, nearly tearing his hands from Tatsumaki's perky and toned ass. However, as the message gave them thirty days to prepare, rushing over to inform Mordred and the others in the middle of the night would be senseless.

Putting Leon on the spot, Tatsumaki adopted a somewhat pouty and challenging expression, her eyes narrowing as she asked, "So, who do you plan to take? I'm 'very' interested to learn who's most important to you and who you believe to be the strongest..."

"Well, the strongest is Mordred," replied Leon, smiling as he appended, "There's no debating that. As for the person I cherish the most...that's a much tougher question to answer..."

"When you say that while rubbing your fingers between my ass, it makes me want to twist your head off..." muttered Tatsumaki, squinting her eyes warningly. Unfortunately, while Leon would like to say she was the person he cherished most, they both knew otherwise. But if he showed up with a Pokemon, he could become the laughingstock of the entire banquet...

'Eh, I doubt I'll be the only one to show with a questionable pick...' figured Leon, outwardly responding, "Cynthia is probably the closest to becoming my Queen, but everyone knows I dote on Latia the most..."

Rolling her eyes, though she expected the answer, Tatsumaki muttered a dismissive "Whatever..." before rising from Leon's lap, turning around, and hovering before him with her ass in front of his face. Leon was confused by her actions at first, but when she abruptly backed into him, shoving her ass and pussy into his face, he reached up to support her hips, eating her out as she demonstrated her gymnast-level flexibility by bending down to suck his dick in a psychokinetically-assisted sixty-nine...

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Hearing someone enter her room unannounced, Mordred, having her hair combed by a human-sized Puck, looked over and remarked, "Oh? It's rare for you to come directly to my room this early. But it doesn't appear to be an emergency...did you finally discover the portal to the Seventh Floor...?"

"If so, congratulations~" mused Puck, maintaining his focus on Mordred's hair, which, when let down, flowed to the small of her back, just above the cleft of her ass.

"I got a strange notification at midnight," explained Leon, making his way over to replace Puck as he appended, "It mentioned I would be attending something called the Inaugural Grand Banquet and that I would need to bring along the person I cherished most and the person whose strength I had the most confidence in."

"So, me and Cynthia...?" asked Mordred, disregarding Latia as she wasn't exactly a person.

"I was thinking Latia in place of Cynthia," supplanted Leon. "But, as she wasn't summoned, I might be unable to. In that case, it would probably be an even split between Cynthia and Beatrice..."

"I almost feel sorry for Miu~" mused Mordred, leaning back so that her head bumped against Leon, eyes narrowed and grinning excitedly as she asked, "Am I going to get to fight the summons of other Beta Testers...?"

"It would be prudent to assume that's the case..." replied Leon, bending down to give Mordred a chaste kiss before she sat straight, enabling him to continue brushing her hair.

Closing her eyes and enjoying Leon's careful ministrations, Mordred's voice had an almost sing-song, humming quality as she asked, "When is the banquet scheduled for?"

"The eve of the new year, so thirty days from now..." replied Leon, pulling out a crimson band to fix Mordred's hair into her usual ponytail. Doing so let him get a better look at her neck, back, and shoulders, compelling him to tenderly caress the transition of her trapezius muscle into her shoulder as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze through the large mirror she was seated in front of, wearing nothing but a transparent lace nightgown.

"Should I give the two of you some privacy...?" asked Puck, smiling wryly as Mordred, matching his expectations, responded, "No...you'll stay here and watch..." while tracing the tantalizing line running from her diaphragm to her navel. She enjoyed having an audience, and since most of her and Leon's Pokemon now lived in a spacious enclosure near the aft section of his massive, five-spired palace, that responsibility was invariably foisted upon Puck...

"And after all that effort to fix your hair..." muttered Puck, exhaling a sigh as he shook his head and made a 'what can you do gesture' by shrugging with his paws upturned and spread...

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Since they had no idea what to expect from the banquet, Leon adjusted his schedule around training and fighting alongside Mordred, Latia, and, just to be safe, Cynthia. The latter typically trained with Miu, so while she couldn't be called a Master, she could take on a Rathian solo so long as it remained on the ground. The moment it took to the sky, it had to deal with her Latios, Flygon, and Altaria.

"Come on!" shouted Mordred, weaving between Cynthia's barrage of spear-hand strikes, casually batting aside those that got close to finding their mark. By now, most of her stats were over 3300, and her Mana was a startling 4959. The fact she and others were still Level 1 baffled Leon, but so long as she was getting stronger, it didn't matter.

Shifting forward and stamping her foot between Mordred's feet, Cynthia caused the ground to crack and produce a meter-wide crater. Most other opponents would have lost their footing and stumbled, but as she was already in the middle of a backstep, Mordred just used [Mana Burst] to propel herself backward, effectively flying with her feet a few centimeters above the ground.

Demonstrating her own proficiency with Mana, Cynthia thrust her palms forward and unleashed two fast-moving, bluish-white spheres of 'Ki' with comet-like tails trailing behind them. They initially arced toward Mordred as she evaded to the side, but since her movement was faster than their ability to track, they eventually flew in random directions before exploding into bluish-white plumes of destruction when they struck the ground and one of the walls of the training area.

Seeing Cynthia holding her position and panting after firing off the energy blasts, Mordred adopted a relaxed posture and asked, "You done...?" while sporting a playful smile.

Adopting a smile of her own, Cynthia stood upright and crossed her arms in a way that deliberately accented her sizeable bosom as she replied, "I must save 'some' energy in case our beloved Lord and Master desires my service..."

Though she was unaffected by Cynthia's taunting, as both she and Leon liked her body, Mordred made a show of appearing bored, digging into her right ear with her pinky as she hummed, "Just be careful not to throw your back out. I've heard that's a real issue for people over a certain age..."

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Though she felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to punch Mordred in the face or pull her hair, Cynthia forced herself to appear calm, smiling as she shifted her silvery-eyed gaze to Leon and asked, "How about it~?" with an alluring expression and bone-chillingly sensual tone.

"Maybe tonight," replied Leon, still just as susceptible to Cynthia's charms but markedly more 'poised' than he used to be. Tatsumaki wasn't the only girl he had summoned and fucked in the past three and a half months, so Leon no longer felt as though he would be missing out if he passed on an invitation to have sex. After all, with few exceptions, he could pull aside just about any woman who lived in his palace and fuck them on the spot...

"I'll be waiting," said Cynthia, punctuating her words with a playful wink before moseying off with a faint but noticeable limp in her step. She did her best not to make it too obvious, but when she had stomped her foot full force earlier, she had, in fact, pinched a nerve in her lower back...

Noticing Cynthia's condition, Leon waited for her to depart before smiling wryly, caressing Latia's head, and stating, "It looks like I'm needed. Have fun with Mordred, okay?"

"Awwww...you're leaving...?" asked Latia, happy to have her head caressed but glum since it was supposed to be her and Leon's turn to face Mordred together.

"I won't be gone that long..." assured Leon, drawing Latia's face closer so they could swap a fairly sloppy kiss before rising to his feet and following Cynthia's aroma like a bloodhound. Then, once he had tracked her down, he reminded her that he actually had a 'profound' fondness for older and mature women. Though, considering she had only recently turned twenty-nine, it was difficult to classify her as an older woman when she was quite literally in her physical prime...

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(A/N: I was originally going to drag things out a bit more between Leon and Tatsumaki, but the memetic compulsion of the chapter number was too powerful for my weak will to resist...)