Hiyori Forest
Tires screeched against the ground. A graceful figure leaned forward, gripping the handlebars, drifting through the snow.
"I'm Officer Jenny." The rider dismounted, brushing light snow from her uniform. A pair of fair, slender long legs swung off the motorcycle seat in a silver arc. "Did you see a group of people in black just now?"
A green-haired, mature beauty landed smoothly, police badge raised, addressing Wade and the girl with spirited authority.
"A group in black?" Wade and Akane exchanged glances. Shook their heads. "Haven't seen them."
"Woof woof~"
Growlithe sniffed the ground. Found no familiar scent. Shook its head.
"Strange... not even a shadow..."
The confident officer froze. Disbelief crossed her fair, pretty face.
Have my drifting pursuit skills declined again?
Wade studied her as she pondered.
Neatly combed dark green hair tucked under a police cap. Brown eyes—clear and cold as frost—shimmered. Rose-petal lips, delicate. Fair, snow-like features. An unapproachable, icy beauty.
Navy-blue uniform wrapped her tall, seductively curved body. Even through thick fabric, the shape was unmistakable—rounded breasts straining against cloth. Below a slender waist, long, beautiful legs encased in white thigh-high socks.
Officer Jenny.
Withdrawing his appraising gaze, Wade considered her mention of "people in black."
"Are you also here to apprehend the arsonist?"
"Huh?!"
Both Akane and Officer Jenny's eyes widened.
After introductions, the green-haired, sexy, mature beauty sat cross-legged, realization dawning.
"So Mr. Wade's farm is nearby. You heard the explosion while planting berries—worried someone was intentionally setting fires—and came to investigate."
"Exactly."
Wade nodded.
He already knew the truth—Hunter organization, explosives, Celebi. But without evidence, outright claims would only raise suspicion. "Worried about arson" was safer.
Articuno's blizzard? No need to mention. She didn't ask. I won't boast.
"So it really was intentional arson~!"
"Piplup~"
Akane frowned angrily at the charred, smoking trees around them.
Without that blizzard, the whole forest would be ash.
"Once discovered, the League imposes ten years to life—or death—for intentional arson."
Officer Jenny's cool tone turned grave.
She retrieved several wanted posters from her motorcycle compartment.
"But this case is more complicated. The arsonists are an evil hunter organization."
She pressed the yellow papers on the ground.
"J. Sinnoh's most notorious Pokémon hunter. Her poaching group has been terrorizing the region—giving the police endless headaches."
"Recently, we've received citizen reports. Trainers attacked. Pokémon stolen. But every time we arrive, they've escaped on their airship. No trace left."
She paused.
"Two days ago, our undercover agent reported: this poaching group has targeted a special Pokémon. The forest explosion and fire? Likely their work."
She glanced around, dejected.
"I arrived first, but I've probably lost their trail."
"Woof woof~"
Her Growlithe nuzzled her, offering comfort.
Wade picked up the wanted poster.
J.
The silver-haired woman stared back—cold, ruthless, familiar.
He'd wondered which poaching group dared use explosives on a forest.
If it's her? Not surprising at all.
The only female Pokémon hunter depicted in detail in the anime. Powerful. Advanced technology. Ruthless.
A major antagonist.
Even later, facing the Pyramid King—Brandon and his Regirock, Registeel, and Regice—Hunter J escaped unscathed. Her Salamence rivaled an Elite or Champion's ace.
Formidable.
Wade shifted his gaze to the sexy, tall, green-haired beauty.
Farm protection. System mission. He was wading into this.
"I'll help too."
"WE'LL help too!" The blue-haired girl raised her hand, energetic.
"Piplup Piplup!"
Officer Jenny looked up. Her beautiful eyes glowed.
For this cold, justice-driven officer, Wade's proactive offer earned significant favor.
A moment of silence.
She stole a glance.
Falling snow framed the black-haired youth's handsome face—polite smile, serious, sincere eyes. Comforting. Spring-like.
Unlike other Trainers, Wade possessed a certain aura. Neither servile nor overbearing. Mature. Calm. Learning of the Hunter organization? No fear. Still composed. Offering help like capturing criminals was effortless.
A little captivating.
Her heart inexplicably quickened.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm." Jenny's voice softened. "But catching Pokémon Hunters isn't a game. Not like roadside battles or Gym matches. You could lose your life."
"Piplup and I can handle it." Dawn's confidence was unwavering. "As Trainers, we have a responsibility to bring these criminals to justice!"
"Pip~!"
Her overly large movement—wince—tears from the pain.
"Careful." Wade embraced her, gently stroking her hair. "The medicine hasn't fully set."
"I... I know~"
Wade turned to the officer.
"Don't worry, Ms. Jenny. We'll protect ourselves."
He was confident. But Hunter J was an evil organization—no rules. A moment's carelessness meant unexpected defeat.
Jenny sighed relief. Smiled softly.
"Our main mission is containment. Once we find them, I'll report to headquarters. Alliance investigators will assist."
Her expression turned serious.
"Remember—if the situation becomes urgent, your priority is to escape with your Pokémon."
Especially...
She glanced at Wade.
"Understood."
Wade and Dawn nodded.
"Gardevoir—scan the surrounding area."
Hiyori Forest was vast. But with Gardevoir's Psychic perception, dozens of hunters couldn't hide.
"Gar~"
Pinkish-purple psychic energy rippled outward. Half a minute later—exact location locked.
Now—pursuit.
The motorcycle's capacity strained to three. Jenny struggled with the controls.
"Ms. Jenny. Leave it to me."
Wade volunteered, patting his chest.
"Brother Wade, are you sure?" Dawn tilted her head.
"Don't worry." He checked everything—fuel, tire pressure, brakes—like an experienced driver. "Alliance-standard Moltres brand. Excellent quality."
First time driving a police motorcycle.
He placed his hands on the handlebars.
"Wait... wait a minute!" Jenny's voice cracked. "What's 'Mount Akina'?!"
Ms. Jenny nodded approvingly at Wade's pre-ride check—then opened her mouth to ask—
ROAR.
The engine exploded.
Powerful inertia shoved her forward.
"Eh—eh, eh, EH?!"
The green-haired sexy older sister clung. Her arms wrapped around him instinctively. Two mature, snowy mounds—tightly encased by her uniform—smashed against Wade's lower back.
Sweet, creamy, voluptuous soft flesh surged. Melting. Pressing. Molding to his form.
Alluring moans escaped her throat.
Too fast! Too exciting!
Even an experienced racer couldn't keep up. Biting cold winds whipped past her ears. Jenny lowered her head, leaning closer—and the black-haired youth's warm breath seeped into her nostrils.
Heat surged through her body. Uncontrollable.
"Hold on tight!"
A burned, broken tree blocked the path. No road left.
Wade twisted the throttle.
ROAR.
The exhaust exploded—they leaped.
Jenny clung tighter. Her face burned. Long, smooth, beautiful legs clenched—suddenly clamping Wade's hips.
The tender flesh of her soft inner thighs pressed into alluring concave shapes. Deliberately—or instinctively—transmitting the silkiness of white knee-high socks and the warmth of leg flesh to the man in front.
"Mmm-woo-woo Woo-ee-ah-ah"
Overwhelmed.