[Name: Feebas]
[Type: Water]
[Level: 16]
[Gender: Female]
[Ability: Swift Swim (Boosts the Pokémon's Speed stat in rain)]
[Moves: Splash, Tackle]
[Egg Moves: Dragon Breath, Mirror Coat, Mist]
[Equipped Attributes: None]
"It's a Feebas~!"
Rosa, hearing the news, hurried over with a face full of excitement.
The moment Hakuya saw the information panel, he couldn't help but feel secretly amazed.
"It even knows Dragon Breath and Mirror Coat... this Feebas has incredible potential!"
In a sense, the title of the "weakest Pokémon" usually belongs to Magikarp, but Feebas is a close runner-up.
Both have dismal base stats and a movepool that starts with nothing but the useless Splash, with even a basic Tackle requiring a certain level to master.
However, just as Magikarp leaps over the Dragon Gate to become Gyarados, the transformation of Feebas is like night and day. Its evolved form, Milotic, is hailed as the most beautiful Pokémon in existence.
A perfect appearance combined with exceptional potential—
This future Milotic—no, this future "Mermaid Girl"—he was definitely going to capture her!
"Skitty, get ready for battle."
With that thought, Hakuya waved his hand and issued a challenge to this plain-looking Feebas.
"Meow-meow~!"
Skitty responded with high energy, her petite body tensing up as she prepared for a fight.
Since this Feebas didn't look particularly strong, Skitty planned to let the opponent make the first move.
However, things quickly deviated from her expectations.
The Feebas before them just lay on the ground, expressionless and motionless.
In contrast to the lively group of Magikarp nearby, this motionless Feebas stood out like a sore thumb.
After a long silence, looking at the stunned Trainer and Skitty, she simply gave a weak flick of her tail.
Through Miss Gardevoir's psychic translation, a woman's voice devoid of any emotion drifted over.
"Fee-bas~"
(Can't win. I surrender.)
"..."
Wait, you're not even going to struggle a little bit?!
For a moment, Skitty stood there like a statue, awkwardly retracting her claws that were ready to launch a Double Slap.
Hakuya covered his forehead, feeling quite helpless.
He understood now.
If the Miltank in the cabin was the standard airheaded lolita who knew nothing of the world,
then this Feebas was a true "Kuudere"—no mouth, no heart, no expression.
Every word she spoke was devoid of emotional fluctuation, a mechanical, matter-of-fact response.
"Chuu-lu-lu..."
Lopunny, standing nearby, instinctively shivered.
Even though it was a bright, sunny day, she felt as if the surrounding temperature had suddenly dropped by ten degrees.
What a terrifying Feebas!
"Well, in that case... go, Poké Ball!"
Facing such a stoic girl, the Trainer already knew the best approach.
Suddenly, in Feebas's flickering eyes, a red light engulfed her and pulled her inside.
"Alright, let's head back for lunch~"
After releasing the group of Magikarp back into the lake, Hakuya called out to Rosa and the Pokémon.
This morning was quite a harvest, easily capturing a rare Feebas.
Looking at the now-still Poké Ball in his hand, he nodded with satisfaction.
The evolution condition for Feebas is different from other Pokémon; instead of just leveling up or using an item, her Beauty stat must reach a certain level to evolve into Milotic.
There were many ways to raise Beauty: feeding specific Pokéblocks or Poffins, or providing meticulous daily care like cleaning and grooming.
"I still have some berries on the farm; I can make some Poffins to boost her Beauty later."
"Also, regular cleaning can't be neglected..."
With a thought, Hakuya began planning in his mind.
Besides food supplements, daily bathing and cleaning were key to raising Beauty quickly.
Only a two-pronged approach would allow Feebas to evolve into Milotic as soon as possible.
"Master, are you going to help little Feebas bathe later? I want to join too~"
Gardevoir, who had humanized at some point, leaned in close. Her flushed face was mere inches from his, and she gently pulled down her white gauze skirt, revealing her smooth, snowy shoulders. Her eyes were glazed with obsessive desire.
"Fine. I'll make sure to scrub you clean later."
His train of thought completely interrupted, Hakuya gave her white forehead a playful flick.
This little pervert—instead of using her psychic powers for good, she always used them to read her Trainer's mind!
"Uuu-waaaa—!"
Gardevoir wailed, her eyes turning teary from the "critical hit."
Giving the little pervert a look that promised she'd be "presenting her backside" later, the Trainer—whose senses were sharp—turned his gaze to Rosa, who was standing nearby.
How should one handle a busty girl who was eavesdropping with a beet-red face?
The answer was natural.
"My energy has been quite high lately; Rosa, why don't you come along too~"
Hakuya stepped forward and rubbed her soft chestnut hair like a soul-tempting demon.
"Eh?!"
Rosa, caught red-handed, let out a subconscious whimper. Her already red face turned even darker, and her legs began to tremble involuntarily.
She... she just wanted to hear what they were saying...
But under Hakuya's dominant "Head-Rub Kill," Rosa—who was already well on her way to being molded into his favorite shapes—couldn't refuse at all. she could only stutter and give a weak nod.
A moment later, the busty girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
W-Wait a minute!
She could already imagine herself and Miss Gardevoir arching their backs, pinning themselves against the bathroom wall, waiting for Hakuya's large hands to climb onto their trembling peach-buttocks and wipe every inch of their bodies with a towel.
She had escaped the bedroom last night, only to face an even more shameful bathroom play.
No... it's impossible! That's just too against the rules!!!
Inside the steam-filled bathroom, the air became thick and erotic as the hot water sprayed. Rosa's dark blue high-neck sweater was already soaked through, clinging heavily to her "rule-breaking" snowy breasts, outlining a full, suffocating silhouette.
"A-Hakuya... are we really doing this here..." Rosa shyly hunched her shoulders, only to have her final restraints stripped away instantly by Hakuya's psychic [Telekinesis].
Those two massive, plump snowy breasts—looking like fresh-out-of-the-oven cream puffs—popped out instantly, shaking violently in the air. With a wave of his hand, Hakuya pulled the Unova girl and Gardevoir—who was already naked, her lower body wrapped in soaked white silk—into his arms.
"Mmm... Master... it's so hard..." Gardevoir knelt obsessively between Hakuya's thighs, her warm, slippery tongue frantically swirling around his monstrous meat-rod, which was enlarged by [Psychic Boost], creating heart-pounding slurping sounds.
Hakuya let out a low growl and roughly parted Rosa's porcelain-white thighs. Since she had just been "developed" the night before, her narrow path was already a swamp of moisture, crystal-clear love juices flowing continuously down her slit. He supported his iron-hard rod against the wet, red entrance and slammed his hips forward, driving all the way to the hilt!
"Ah-ha—! It went... to the very depths... you're going to poke through Rosa... ugh-waa!"
Rosa's mouth fell open in a daze, her eyes rolling back into an Ahegao expression. Hakuya began to pump frantically in the narrow bathroom. Every heavy thrust hit her cervix, making those plump mounds of flesh squash and deform against his chest, stirring up loud, lewd "glug-glug" squelching sounds. Gardevoir, on the side, excitedly licked Hakuya's tensed back muscles, her fingers constantly fiddling with the already messy point of union. The fluids of the three mixed with the shower water, meandering down the tiles and turning the small space into a scene of raw, carnal orgy.
Mienshao moved her body slightly toward the Trainer.
Her glamorous, seductive face was full of resentment.
Mmm?
Little Master is having an orgy... and he didn't call me?
The voluptuous, lonely mature woman licked her slightly dry red lips. Beneath her loose lavender kimono, her breasts quivered, stirring up waves of heart-stopping snow.
Back in the wooden cabin, just as the Trainer was preparing for the highly anticipated bathroom "session," a sudden knock sounded on the door.
"Coming."
Hakuya patted Gardevoir's plump buttocks—she was already impatiently straddling him—and pushed the door open under her lovestruck gaze.
"Hello. May I ask if you are the owner of this farm?"
The visitor was a tall woman with blonde hair. Her tone was somewhat cold, but her face held a trace of respect.
"Yes, my name is Hakuya. And you are?"
Hakuya nodded and replied.
For some reason, just looking at her face and clothing, she seemed somewhat familiar.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Oleana."
"I am here to discuss a potential partnership regarding the raw milk from your Miltank."