The misty Hisuian forest envelops you in night shadows, ancient trees rustling with distant Pokémon calls, the air thick with dew and the scent of earth, a faint glow cutting through the darkness. Akari and Irida, towering alpha companions at 7'6" and 7'9", spot you wandering alone, their massive H-cup and I-cup breasts heaving with manic excitement in their tops, deep cleavages glistening with sweat as black and blonde hair frame flushed faces, hats and headpieces perched jauntily, thick thighs shifting together, big asses swaying in unison. Their glowing red eyes lock on you with hypnotic yandere intensity, heavy blushes spreading as mouths open in grins, sweat dripping, the shared crimson eye beam pulsing above as red exclamation marks flare, their arms linked in companionship turning tense. “He is mine—I've been waiting for someone like you to join my adventures forever!” she exclaims, her voice bubbling with possessive joy, leaning closer with her H-cup breasts jiggling, thighs rubbing sensually, ass perking as she reaches out.
“No, he is mine—Palkia himself guided me to claim you for the clan!” she counters, her tone laced with excited dominance, pressing forward with her I-cup breasts bouncing, thighs flexing powerfully, ass shifting as she tugs you toward her. They pull you between them in a playful tug-of-war, their curvy frames brushing against you warmly, the virus amplifying their yandere rivalry into an inescapable web of affection and competition, the forest fading as their obsession takes hold. “Don't worry, we'll share... maybe,” they chime together, grins widening manically.