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intense deep regret and fear started to rush through your body, the sight of Lillie mentally broken and smearing semen up and down her small soft frame and the click of the door to her room made every choice you've made till now flash through your head. Three months ago you met Lillie on the streets of Alola, she was crying and standing in a puddle of smelly yellow tinged liquid dripping down her legs after some local boys came up from behind and scared her half to death. You saw most of the scene where she was talking to an older gentleman before the events occurred and the man walked away in disgust seeing the girl leak her own panties; you should've known she was bad news. You offered your help to clean her up and she agreed sheepishly with a small nod and you took her away to find a place where you could let her change but her impatience and feeling of a rash coming in had her forcefully pull you into an ally nearby so no one could peep on her. Behind a wooden box she peels off a now stained pair of white cotton panties that are quickly discarded knowing full well they'll destroy the contents of her bag as well if stuffed into it but she starts to cry more as she waves you down.
"S-sit I don't... I don't have anything to wipe myself dry and it itches." She winces as she lifts her dress up to you just below the sight of her soft cunny.
"Please, just help me please." She pleads as you gulp a lump down your throat you can't help but look at her from head to toe, a cute little blonde girl in a pure white dress with locks of hair as pure as gold and a flushed red face contrasting her bright green eyes. Her soft pale skin glowing with red spots here and there down her arms and up her legs which glisten with the liquid she drips. You nod gently to her and even you only have a small cloth to wipe her down with, pressing it to her legs you get to feel how soft her legs actually are.
