Inside the room.
At that moment, Wade remained blissfully unaware that a certain bunny girl had already plotted a daring nighttime raid. He had just concluded a phone call with the town chief, securing the contact information for a reputable local construction company.
"Hello, is this Machamp Construction Company?"
Wade dialed the number. After about half a minute and a series of comical "Doduo" transfer sounds, a professional voice finally answered.
"That's correct. How may we assist you?"
According to the chief, Machamp Construction was Hiyori Town's largest building firm, renowned for its diverse services, impressive efficiency, and a legendary record of erecting a small building within a single day.
"Right. I'm currently operating a farm," Wade began, organizing his thoughts. He outlined his needs clearly: "I need to repair the existing shed in the pasture, install new perimeter fencing for the entire farm, and eventually, build a new residential house."
Once the farm was properly established, the original, aging facilities needed gradual renovation. Projects like the weathered wooden cabin he currently called home and the basic shelters for the Miltanks during inclement weather had to be prioritized.
"Understood. Please hold for a moment."
The receptionist paused briefly, likely transcribing Wade's requirements.
"Allow me to break down the estimates. Based on your specific situation, repairing the pasture shed would likely cost 30,000 League coins. Once completed, it will be fully resistant to severe weather such as gales and heavy rain, providing your Miltank ample space for rest and… natural herd activities."
"For reinstalling the perimeter fence, we offer two primary materials: galvanized steel and aromatic cedar. Given your farm's current acreage, the former would be approximately 60,000 coins, the latter 30,000. Both options would stand at 1.8 meters tall, effectively deterring intrusion from most wild Pokémon."
Wade nodded thoughtfully to himself. The figures were in line with his rough estimates.
"As for constructing a new farm residence," the receptionist continued, her tone shifting slightly, perhaps noting his status as a new farm owner, "this may represent a more significant investment at present."
"A three-story structure with a small front yard, including a subterranean cold cellar for storing beverages and aged products, along with custom modern furnishings, would total approximately 3.5 million League coins."
After a discussion lasting over half an hour, the initial phase was settled: repair the shed and install the cedar-wood fence next week. The dream of a grand new house, however, had to be tearfully shelved due to budgetary constraints.
Wade retrieved his farm logbook, its pages worn at the edges, and tallied his current standing.
League Calendar 2075, October 10th. Hiyori Town Farm.
Income: 7,500 LC (Miltank raw milk sales)
Expenditure: None
Today's Progress: Spider silk collection; fishing net woven.
Current Farm Funds: 78,000 LC
After calculating the remaining balance post-construction costs, Wade couldn't help but release a long sigh. Only 18,000 coins would remain—a far cry from the villa fund. To reach that goal swiftly and provide a proper, comfortable home for his growing team of charming companions, the path ahead was clear: diligent work. More Miltank husbandry, productive fishing, and bountiful harvests.
Yet, there was a simple satisfaction in this step-by-step building of a life.
Late night.
Having gently bid goodnight to Gardevoir and Mienshao—both of whom had made subtle, competing overtures for his attention—Wade finally sank into his bed, wrapped in his quilt, and drifted into sleep.
Just as he settled into deep slumber, the faintest creak of the door hinge whispered through the silence. A graceful shadow slipped into the room.
A moment later, Wade felt the weight of his quilt lift slightly. Then, the subtle dip of the mattress, followed by the delicate, cool press of soft, snow-white feet carefully finding purchase on the wooden frame beside him.
His eyes fluttered open, sleepily adjusting to the gloom, and met the wide, guilty gaze of the bunny girl now straddling him.
"M-Master… I… I…"
Lopunny's pretty face was incandescent with a blush visible even in the low light. Caught red-handed mid-raid, her courage evaporated, leaving only stammering hesitation. How could she possibly explain this?
Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Her smooth, delicate hands fluttered nervously, unsure whether to retreat, cover her face, or brace against his chest.
This obvious internal turmoil, however, did not escape Wade's now-awake and perceptive notice. A single glance at her flustered expression, her vulnerable posture, and the determined yet shy glint in her eyes told him everything he needed to know about the purpose of this late-night visitation.
Ah, he thought, a familiar warmth stirring in his chest. It seems it's time for another round of welcoming guidance.
A soft, understanding smile touched his lips as he reached up, his hand finding the gentle curve of her waist. "Couldn't sleep?" he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, inviting her confession without accusation.
Wade looked at Lopunny's beautifully flustered face, her emotions laid bare, and couldn't help but shake his head with a soft, understanding smile. Instead of words, he reached toward the bedside table and offered her the object resting there.
"Here," he murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble in the quiet room. "Put this on first."
It was… the fishnet stocking. The very one he had just taught her to weave with his own hands, a tangible memory of their earlier, trembling lesson.
Lopunny accepted the delicate, black mesh garment, her fingers trembling slightly against the intricate weave. A fresh wave of heat washed over her already-flushed skin.
Due to the limited spider silk, the stocking was more of a garter, a mere accent. After she carefully peeled off her original, sleek black stockings, the new fishnet could only stretch to barely cover the upper slopes of her smooth, milky-white thighs.
And above that scant border, all the way to the delicate dip of her navel… was nothing. A breathtaking, vulnerable expanse of bare skin.
"Wuwuwu… my body is so… so indecent like this."
The shy bunny girl looked down at her half-veiled lower body, the stark contrast of dark mesh against pale skin overwhelmingly erotic. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, a soft, overwhelmed moan escaping her as she felt utterly exposed and yet thrillingly adorned.
The Trainer opposite her had already mapped the night's journey in his mind. With effortless strength, his hands found the plush curve of her waist and lifted her. And then, the fiery, formidable object of Lopunny's day-long longing and night-time fantasies was revealed before her wide, gleaming eyes.
Under Wade's gentle, firm guidance,
Lopunny trembled as she raised one jade-like foot, now sheathed in the provocative fishnet. Her toes pointed delicately, then brushed, then traced—a hesitant, electrifying exploration of the rigid outline that made her entire delicate frame shudder with anticipation.
Beneath her, the Trainer supported her round, honey-glazed buttocks with steady hands, his mouth already charting a slow, worshipful ascent up the inner silk of her other thigh. His tongue painted a hot, wet path against the sensitive skin just beside the netting.
"Master…!"
Lopunny's head fell back, a gasp tearing from her lips. Her body moved of its own volition, her waist twisting in a slow, undulating rhythm. Her chestnut hair, already damp with a fine sheen of anticipatory sweat, clung to her snowy shoulders and collarbone. The foot not engaged in its delicate tracing now rubbed and pressed against him instinctively, mirroring the building intensity of Wade's own movements.
After a timeless interval, the bunny girl—long since rendered boneless and pliant—was gathered fully into the Trainer's embrace. Her beautiful legs, she discovered, were now slick with a different kind of moisture, a sticky, warm evidence of her own desperate arousal that made her feel so feverish she feared she might dissolve.
Under the room's dim, forgiving light, Lopunny, now utterly consumed by passion, moved without needing a command. Driven by a deep, instinctive hunger, she lowered herself, taking him in with a slow, breathless intensity.
A single, sharp gasp. A fleeting pinch. A touch of crimson bloomed and was swiftly lost in the union.
[Interaction count with farm Pokémon: Lopunny +1]
[Note: If the interaction count with the same subject becomes excessive, the drop rate and quality of subsequent entries will diminish.]
[Ding—a new entry has been detected. Would you like to claim it?]
[Attract Charge (Red): Enhances the wielder's hardness and staying power. If equipped to a Pokémon, it increases the power of all its offensive moves by 25%.]
"Leave it for now. I'll claim it tomorrow."
Wade mentally dismissed the system's persistent chimes. All his focus, all his being, was dedicated to the plush, warm, incredibly soft reality of the bunny girl in his arms, to the rhythm they were forging together.
And thanks to Lopunny's innate Ability, her Limber body proved not only incredibly supple but also possessed of a resilient, enduring stamina that far exceeded others.
[Ability (Limber): Possessing a flexible, resilient physique, the bearer is immune to paralysis.]
"Mmm… Master…!"
Her cry was a muffled plea against his skin, a sound of overwhelming sensation. Her hips found a rolling, graceful pace, each movement a testament to her natural agility turned to a new, intimate purpose.
Tonight was destined to be a long, deep, and profoundly real enactment of all her whispered desires.