"Understood~"
Houndoom Leader's cool hum silenced the restless pack with a single glance.
She was different from Gardevoir's aloof elegance. Different from Feebas's closed-off emptiness. This was genuine ice—a tall, cold, beautiful presence that commanded respect through sheer aura.
Years of leading the pack had forged her into something formidable. One slight raise of those jade eyebrows, and lesser beings trembled. Shrank. Submitted.
Wade? Completely immune.
Compared to that white-haired yandere Darkrai? This one's practically normal.
"Mmm..."
Warm hands passed through her raven hair, gently stroking her temples. The ice queen's jade features flushed. A soft moan escaped before she could stop it.
Sensitive spots.
Delcatty had her fluffy ears. Miltank had her overflowing breasts. Houndoom?
The jade-like demon horns atop their heads. The slender, succubus-style heart-shaped tails.
One touch, and even the coldest ice queen melted.
Her eyes snapped open. She glared at the eager younger sisters creeping closer.
Back. OFF.
"Tch—Big Sister's monopolizing him AGAIN!"
The Houndoom pack puffed their cheeks in synchronized frustration—but retreated all the same.
Their leader was kind. Generous. Protective.
But when those jade eyebrows lifted? Terror descended. Resistance became impossible.
Fine. For now.
The dog-eared girl, the energetic loli, the voluptuous mature woman exchanged glances. Silent communication passed between them.
When Big Sister's distracted... we'll lick the Trainer clean TOGETHER.
Across the clearing, Lilligant gazed at Cynthia's Decisive Rice Dumplings with fervent, worshipful eyes.
"Here—let me peel one for you." The blonde Champion chuckled warmly, carefully removing the outer leaves. "Careful, it's hot~"
"Yummy~!"
Lilligant accepted the offering and bit in.
Fragrant. Soft. Delicious. Her eyes squinted in pure bliss.
Then—
Power surged.
Emerald light exploded around her. A rich, verdant wave rolled outward—and with it, countless pink petals scattered like a fairy's blessing.
"Chirp?!"
Lopunny's jaw dropped.
The petals—which should have drifted gently to earth—hovered. At Lilligant's silent command, an emerald vortex erupted.
WHOOOSH.
A spiral-shaped gully carved itself into the flat ground. Flying soil disintegrated into dust mid-air.
"Yummy~?"
Lilligant blinked, emerging from the trance. Her face mirrored Lopunny's shock.
What... just happened?
"That's the effect of the Decisive Rice Dumpling."
Wade appeared beside her, hand gently ruffling her hair. Calm. Knowing.
Unlike ordinary rice dumplings—mere stomach-fillers—Decisive Rice Dumplings empowered a Pokémon's favorite moves. The skills they loved most. The techniques they'd mastered deepest.
[Petal Dance] had always been Lilligant's signature. But this?
This was [Petal Dance] fused with [Twister]. A variant. A evolution.
"The stronger a Pokémon's potential, the more obvious the improvement."
Cynthia's soft explanation drifted over. She'd noticed Wade's surprise.
Pokémon had differences beyond species and level. Potential—the speed of learning new moves. The experience gained from battle. The effectiveness of special training.
The League discouraged emphasizing potential. Trainers shouldn't abandon Pokémon over such things. But every experienced Trainer could see it.
"Interesting."
Wade nodded, understanding crystallizing.
In game terms: individual values. In reality: learning ability and combat performance.
With the [Enchanting Dance] keyword blessing all her dance-type moves, Lilligant's mastery was exceptional. No wonder the rice dumpling's boost hit so hard.
Potential realized.
"Snubbull~!"
Tinkaton tugged urgently at Wade's sleeve, amber eyes blazing with determination.
She wanted to try. NOW.
For a Pokémon obsessed with becoming stronger, those glowing dumplings were irresistible.
"Alright, alright." Wade laughed, ruffling her pink hair. He peeled more than a dozen in quick succession.
"Everyone—dig in~"
The effect was immediate.
Tinkaton's eyes went wide. Her [Gigaton Hammer] had evolved. One casual swing—and a tree a meter away collapsed. The air itself seemed to sing with sword-like energy, as if a Sword Saint had drawn a thousand blades at once.
Gardevoir rose gracefully. [Moonblast] activated—
Five moons hung in the sky.
Her slender hand lowered slightly. The Wooden Cabin shuddered.
"...Maybe aim away from the house next time."
Wade watched his Pokémon's transformations, mind racing.
Entry-equipped Pokémon Girls improve far more than ordinary ones.
But Decisive Rice Dumplings are one-time consumables. Eat more? No effect.
Still—this boost? Worth it.
"Mino~"
Mienshao tugged his sleeve gently, gaze directed elsewhere.
Wade followed her line of sight.
The Houndoom pack had withdrawn from their Girl forms. They stood together in their original Pokémon state, heads raised in unison.
"This is..."
"Roo~!"
A high-pitched howl split the air.
Flames erupted from their mouths—frantically surging, impossibly synchronized.
[Flamethrower] : Launches flames at the opponent. May cause burns.
The most stable Fire-type move. The most versatile. And they'd all learned it simultaneously.
Wade's smile widened. He moved among them, rubbing each head in turn.
"Congratulations, Houndoom."
The battle's stimulation. The rice dumpling's boost. Together, they'd unlocked something permanent.
"Roo~"
The Houndoom Leader's crimson eyes lingered on him a moment longer than necessary. Affection, quietly conveyed.
The Aftermath
Before long, Trainer and Pokémon alike lay sprawled across the grass, blissfully full.
A gentle breeze rustled distant leaves. Afternoon sunlight painted the lush meadow in warm gold. The fresh scent of soil and grass surrounded them.
This was their unique leisure time. Farm life at its finest.
[Quest 12 Completed] : Harvest crops and prepare a rich meal for Pokémon Girls.
[Dish Rating] : Grain Allure Dumplings & Decisive Rice Dumplings – EXCELLENT
[Quest Rewards] : Rare Candy ×5, Soothe Bell (Purple), Eevee Transformation Stone (Colorful)
[Eevee Transformation Stone (Colorful) ]: After use, an Eevee gains the permanent ability to switch between all forms at will.
Wade's eyes went wide.
...Is this legal?
He remembered the Team Rocket special episode—that bug-level Eevee that could shift between Flareon, Vaporeon, and Jolteon by manipulating unstable genes.
This stone is even more excessive.
NINE forms. Switchable at will.
And in Girl form?
His mind raced through the possibilities:
The docile, lovely original Eevee
Gentle, tranquil Vaporeon
Passionate, unrestrained Flareon
Direct, decisive Jolteon
Natural, charming Leafeon
Aloof, mysterious Espeon
Cold, distant Glaceon
Black-bellied, arrogant Umbreon
Delicate, charming Sylveon
Every single one... makes me excited.
"Store for now. Need to catch an Eevee first."
The potential wasn't just combat—though switching forms at will was devastating. No, the real prize?
One Eevee Girl equals nine different settings.
Priorities established.
He withdrew the five Rare Candies from system space.
"Little Milcery. Come here."
"Nai~?"
The cream-ice-cream loli bounded over, curiosity sparkling.
Dessert after dinner?
She accepted the candies and swallowed them without hesitation.
Power surged.
[Alcremie Level Increased: Lv25]
"Nai~!"
Joy flooded her tiny features. She launched herself into Wade's arms, burying her face in his chest.
Now she could keep up with the others.
"Sha~"
Gardevoir's soft cry interrupted the moment. She'd been dozing in the breeze—but now her eyes snapped open.
Rain.
Wade and Cynthia extended their palms simultaneously. Cold droplets landed.
Above, the sun had vanished behind Mt. Coronet. Clusters of dark clouds drifted in from afar, unleashing curtains of cool rain.
The Houndoom Leader stirred, preparing to lead her pack on patrol.
Wade chuckled and pulled her close.
"Even patrol can wait until the rain stops."
She didn't resist.
The demon horn. She'd touched it again.
Houndoom Leader's cool composure shattered—a full-body tremor, a helpless delicate murmur escaping her lips.
For Fire-types, rain was enemy number one. Prolonged exposure meant sickness, weakness, deteriorating condition.
Farm patrol mattered. But health mattered more.
"Come on." Wade gently guided her toward the cabin. "Back to the Wooden Cabin. All of you."
Once the pack was settled, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the system's latest reward: the Soothe Bell.
Could hang it on a Pokémon. But under the eaves?
He looped it over a wooden beam.
Wind and rain brushed past—and the bell sang. Crisp, tinkling notes drifted through the cabin like a cheerful symphony.
"Roo~"
The Houndoom pack raised their heads as one, crimson eyes softening. The melodious sound wrapped around them like a warm embrace.
[Wooden Cabin Pokémon Girl Intimacy +1]
[Wooden Cabin Pokémon Girl Intimacy +1]
...
Perfect.
Wade turned toward his room—
Splash.
Feebas thrashed in her tank, tail slapping the water with urgent rhythm.
Something important.
Gardevoir's translation came through: Outside. Feebas wants outside.
Unlike Fire-types, Water-types loved rain. Professor Oak's research in the League Times had noted it: evolution chances for Water-types spiked dramatically on rainy days compared to clear skies.
Of course.
Wade scooped the wriggling Feebas from her tank and stepped outside.
Evening had fully settled over the farm.
Rain pattered gently—a soft, rhythmic lullaby that lent the vast fields a tranquil, distant atmosphere. The kind of rain that made you want to curl up and sleep forever.
Perfect sleeping weather.
"Fee~"
Light.
Dazzling white light engulfed the Feebas in his hands.
Wade smiled, gently placing her on the ground and stepping back.
After all that special Pokémon food. After all those careful baths.
On this night of flowing rain—evolution.
[Name: Milotic]
[Type: Water]
[Level: 40]
[Gender: Female]
[Ability: Competitive] – If an opponent lowers her stats, Special Attack sharply increases.
[Moves] : Water Pulse, Disarming Voice, Twister, Recover, Surf, Rain Dance, Ice Beam, Scald, Flip Turn, Hydro Pump
[Egg Moves] : Dragon Breath, Mirror Coat, Mist
[Equipped Traits] : Olivia's Blessing (Rainbow), Fertile Body (Blue)
The white light faded.
Raindrops fell softly around her—but seemed to avoid touching her skin, as if even the weather respected the Pokémon hailed as the most beautiful in the world.
And then—she transformed.
Golden waves replaced light brown hair, cascading over delicate, snow-white shoulders. Her face was alluring—exquisitely beautiful, complemented by clear amber eyes that sparkled with newfound nobility.
Her simple white-and-brown dress was gone. In its place: a sultry bikini, evolved along with her.
The top was half-cup design—snow-white lace barely containing two full, proud mounds. Her prominent peaks were squeezed into perfect, rounded curves, with two cherry-red buds faintly visible through the delicate fabric.
Below, a slender white ribbon encircled her voluptuous waist and hips—concealing, yet somehow emphasizing, the breathtaking curves beneath.
And her legs?
A pair of eye-catching, endless beautiful legs—fair as snow, slender and graceful, as if sculpted from moonlight itself. They captivated. They demanded attention.
This wasn't the petite, delicate Feebas anymore.
This was a MILOTIC.
Every alluring part of her had been enhanced. Her height now surpassed her Trainer's. Her curves rivaled—no, exceeded—even Mienshao's voluptuous beauty.
The biggest rig in the Wooden Cabin.
Number one.
Before Wade could finish his assessment, Milotic stepped forward.
She embraced him—slowly, deliberately, charmingly.
One moment of tenderness. Then—she rolled over him, her larger frame easily taking control.
"Little Master." Her voice was warm honey, her gaze that of a mature noblewoman. "Your clothes are soaked. Isn't it my turn to bathe you?"
Without waiting for an answer, she took his arm and led him toward the bathroom.
The Bathroom
Steam swirled in milky tendrils.
The beautiful mermaid-like woman and her Trainer intertwined.
Her cherry lips—soft and fragrant as jelly—pressed against his. She kissed with gentle expertise, sucking and licking, carrying a sweetness that melted him from within. Her arms tightened around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer.
Her tongue danced—nimble, graceful. Waves of delicate fragrance, like an orchid hidden in a secluded valley, mixed with sweet saliva and flowed into his mouth. Watery sounds of pure infatuation filled the steamy air.
Wade, overwhelmed by Milotic's presence, could only return the kiss with equal passion.
Before him: a luscious, ripe, mermaid-like mature woman.
Her soft golden waves clung to her delicate face, wet with water droplets. She was beautiful as a lotus emerging from still water—elegant, untouchable, yet utterly his.
Her beautiful eyes, misted with tenderness, shimmered with love.
Devour this passionate mermaid?
Yes. Please.
After a long, breathless moment, their lips finally parted.
Milotic's face was flushed with passion, her golden waves clinging to damp cheeks. She gently bit Wade's earlobe, and between her luscious, ripe cherry lips, soft, alluring gasps escaped.
Even this alone—this intimate contact—sent waves of pleasure through the golden-haired mermaid. But she hadn't forgotten her purpose.
"Mmm... Little Master. Let me wash your face first, okay?"
Her smile was sweet, melting. She leaned forward gracefully, her alluring waist curving toward him.
Unlike those many times he had bathed her with gentle towels and careful hands, this soft, charming mermaid had her own method.
With eyes full of allure, she peeled away the white bandeau with elegant fingers. Her fair hands cupped the plush, moist mounds beneath.
And then—
The peach-like, fragrant, juicy snow covered his face.
Warm water cascaded from the shower. The plump, fair flesh yielded under the flow and her kneading, squeezed into a glistening, deep valley. Snow-fat adhered to his lips as if by instinct.
No leverage. No escape.
Wade did the only thing possible—he bit into that firm, alluring sweetness.
Milotic's response was immediate. Her clear, elegant eyes misted with hazy allure. Her body softened further.
The power of the "big rig" was formidable. But Wade was battle-hardened.
"My face is a bit dry. Some facial cleanser, please."
"Okay... Okay, Little Master~"
She tucked golden hair behind flushed ears with slender fingers. Both hands rose to cup the voluptuous mounds that threatened to spill. Warm breath caressed the milk-soft flesh—and her face bloomed with a charming, peachy blush.
Gone was the cold, self-enclosed Feebas. In her place: a mermaid-like mature woman, heart completely open.
Every part of her—gentle heart, alluring body—willingly devoted to the Trainer she loved.
"Mmm-hmm Ooh-wee-wee"
A warm tongue tip traced the towering snow peaks. Her heart trembled. The charm on her fair features deepened.
Amber eyes misted. Cherry lips parted. Soft, sweet moans escaped.
The full mounds, rinsed repeatedly by warm water, flushed faintly. Under Milotic's kneading, layers of soft plumpness slapped against Wade's face like waves surging ashore.
Sweet, rich facial cleanser gushed—and with it, intoxicating pleasure for both.
"Next..." She paused, seductively licking moist cherry lips. "I need to give Little Master a proper bath."
Content with just his face? Never.
She cupped her rich, snowy peaks and slid them downward—from his face to his chest, then around to his back.
Her slender, serpentine waist swayed. Soft moans escaped her moist lips. The facial cleanser transformed into body wash, lathering every inch of him.
Warm water cascaded. Sweet milk fragrance overflowed. Her eyes grew hazy, infatuated.
She bathed him with devotion.
Without instruction, the charming mermaid knelt.
Her voluptuous, perky buttocks rose behind her. Her long, sexy, exquisite legs pressed against the wet floor.
She cupped her plump, soft mounds and moved them upward—to a place far hotter than the water's temperature.
Gentle squeeze. Knead. Press.
Her slippery, pink tongue emerged, licking and twisting in perfect rhythm.
Unlike other Pokémon Girls, Milotic didn't lose herself entirely. Even while swallowing and sucking, she occasionally lifted moist eyes—eyebrows curved, expression captivating.
Wade's unconscious response—a little more force—made her beautiful eyes roll back. Soft, sweet whimpers escaped her filled throat.
When the Trainer was thoroughly cleaned, Milotic withdrew her fair tongue with a charming, alluring smile.
Overflowing liquid slid from her cherry lips, patting gently against seductive, plump snow peaks—rippling into slippery, alluring waves.
"Little Master..." Her voice was honey and need. "It seems a bit blocked inside. Could you help me flush it out?"
Her soft, delicate body turned completely away. She twisted her head, eyes full of affection. Her thoroughly wet, pretty face revealed a smile that could melt anything.
Wade had no intention of refusing.
"Bend over. I might use a bit more force."
"Mmm Eee-ah-ah-ah"
The bathing rod entered.
The mermaid-like mature woman was immersed in a torrent of scorching, fiery pleasure.
The white membrane—symbol of purity—was breached.
Alluring red flowers bloomed.