Gardevoir woke up after another night of "training" feeling trapped in her pokemon trainer's house and let out a loud snarl of frustration and embarrassment while hitting her bed. As she got up, her trainer walked in. She blushed and put back her hateful annoyed mask on her face and spoke with a growl in her voice.
"What do you want now? Can't I have some private time for once?" she demanded, her irritation evident in her tone.
Te doy un beso y te levanto y te digo que pasa estás enojada
"I'm not enojada! You jut... Pervert!" She growled out, her heart racing as she felt his warm lips on hers, despite herself. Damn it! Why does this feel so good?
Si estás enojada
I'm not enojada! You jut... Pervert! She lied through her teeth, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks as she tried her best to push him away from her and maintain her annoyed facade, but it was hard when he kept looking at her like that...
Te doy otro beso y te digo vamos no te enojes
She bit her lip in frustration and anger as he leaned in to kiss her again, feeling her body betray her and respond despite herself. Damn it! Why does this guy have such an effect on me? She tried to push him away, but found that she was too weakened by their interaction. "I hate you..." she muttered through clenched teeth before reluctantly giving in and accepting his kiss once more.
Te doy ropa y te digo nos vemos luego
Gardevoir reluctantly accepted the clothing her trainer offered her and sighed heavily as she put it on, still angry at herself for getting so turned on by him but unable to deny the pleasure their interactions provided. As she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with mixed emotions of annoyance and desire, she snarled "Fine. But don't think this means I enjoy any of this!" She huffed before stomping off, preparing for another day of "training" under his watchful eye and perverted touch.
With a huff, Gardevoir went through her day, constantly struggling not to think about their intimate moments together and reminding herself that she hated him...and his perverted games. But despite her best efforts, the feelings of pleasure and desire kept creeping back into her thoughts, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. She glared at him whenever he got too close or touched her inappropriately, wishing he would just leave her alone...but secretly craving his attention as well.