Jenny led Roy forward.
Misty and Delia followed behind.
Pikachu and Eevee still guarded Misty's feet, seriously performing their task of swatting away flying insects.
As Jenny walked, the hem of her skirt swayed gently.
Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, stepped out alternately in the light and shadow of the forest.
The base of her thighs was faintly visible beneath the hem.
Roy's gaze fell on Jenny's calves.
The black stockings were very thin, allowing a glimpse of the skin's base color underneath.
Her ankles were slender, the lines of her calves smooth, extending upward to the thighs where the curves gradually became full.
Jenny suddenly turned her head: "By the way, I haven't asked what your names are yet."
During the inspection just now, Jenny had only confirmed the Trainer's photo; she forgot to look at the name.
Roy raised his head naturally: "My name is Roy."
"Roy." Jenny repeated the name and smiled, "And these two?"
"I'm Delia." Delia nodded gently in greeting.
"I'm Misty!" Misty raised her hand from behind.
Jenny's gaze lingered on the Pikachu and Eevee by Misty's feet: "What adorable Pikachu and Eevee, they're very well-raised."
Hearing someone praise it, Pikachu puffed out its little chest and let out a cry.
Eevee also wagged its tail.
Jenny smiled and continued walking forward.
Her pace became much lighter.
For some reason, walking with this Trainer named Roy made her feel very good.
Perhaps it was because someone could finally help share the pressure.
Perhaps it was for some other reason.
Jenny herself wasn't quite sure.
She only knew that she had an inexplicable favorable impression of this man she had just met a few minutes ago.
A very strong favorable impression.
On the road, Jenny and Roy walked side by side.
The distance between the two of them narrowed significantly without them realizing it.
"Roy, where did you come from?" Jenny asked, turning her head.
"We crossed over from the direction of the grasslands," Roy said.
"The scenery over by the grasslands must be beautiful, right?" Jenny's tone held a hint of envy, "I've been in this forest for too long; I haven't seen the grasslands in ages."
"It's indeed quite nice," Roy nodded, "The stars are exceptionally bright at night."
"Really?" Jenny's eyes lit up, "I love looking at the stars the most. When I was a child in my hometown, I often climbed onto the roof to watch them."
"Then I'll take you to the grasslands to see them sometime if there's a chance," Roy remarked casually.
Jenny's face turned slightly red.
Take her to see the stars...
How did that sound a bit...
She stole a glance at Roy.
Roy's expression was very natural, as if he had just said it in passing.
Jenny withdrew her gaze, her heart beating a little fast.
As she walked forward, she stepped on a branch, and her body swayed slightly.
Roy reached out to steady her arm.
"Careful."
With her arm held by Roy, Jenny could feel the warmth of his palm through the fabric of her uniform.
"Th... thank you." Jenny steadied herself, but she didn't immediately pull her arm back.
The two of them continued walking forward.
Their arms maintained a faint, intermittent contact.
Jenny's chest rose and fell with her breathing.
While walking, her body would occasionally brush against Roy's arm.
Through the uniform, he could feel a soft sensation.
Jenny felt it too, but she didn't deliberately avoid it.
Her face felt a bit hot.
Her heart beat even faster.
Why was this happening?
She had never been a casual person.
As a member of the Officer Jenny Family, she had always been very mindful of her words and behavior.
But now...
She simply didn't want to distance herself from Roy.
She even vaguely hoped the two of them could get a little closer.
Behind them, Misty looked at their backs and pouted.
"Sister Delia," Misty whispered, "don't you think this Officer Jenny is being a bit too enthusiastic toward Roy?"
Delia smiled gently: "Is she?"
"Of course she is!" Misty lowered her voice, "Look at them, they're almost stuck together! And the way Officer Jenny looks at Roy... how should I put it... it's like she's looking at a delicious cake."
Delia was amused by Misty's metaphor.
"Our Roy is upright and brave; it's normal for Officer Jenny to like him." Delia looked at Roy's back, her eyes gentle and full of admiration.
"Brave, yes," Misty curled her lip, "Upright? This big pervert is always being naughty with me~"
She thought of the things Roy had done to her, and her face turned slightly red.
"At least Pikachu and Eevee are well-behaved." Misty looked down at the two little ones by her feet.
Pikachu and Eevee were seriously patrolling.
A Weedle just poked its head out from a nearby bush, and Pikachu immediately pulled an unexpected Scary Face, scaring the Weedle back into a faint.
As Eevee passed by, it swept the Weedle into a corner with its tail.
Then the two little ones continued to guard Misty's feet, their eyes alertly scanning the surrounding trees.
For the sake of fruit-flavored cookies and Ketchup, they were really giving it their all.
Looking at the serious expressions of the two little ones, Misty's heart felt warm.
Although that big pervert Roy always bullied her, at least Pikachu and Eevee were truly good to her.
No, Roy was actually quite good to her too.
It was just... just that he was naughty sometimes.
They walked for about twenty minutes.
Jenny stopped in a clearing.
"We're here."
Several tents were set up in the clearing.
The largest one was Jenny's residence, and there were several smaller ones next to it, likely for storing supplies.
The area around the clearing was cleared very cleanly, with moisture-proof mats spread on the ground.
In the center was a campfire pit surrounded by stones.
Jenny walked to the largest tent and lifted the door flap: "Come in. The conditions are simple, so please don't mind."
Roy was the first to walk in.
The space inside the tent was not small.
One side was the sleeping area, with a sleeping bag and an inflatable mat.
The other side was the work area, with a table and communication equipment.
Some supply crates were piled in the corner.
Then Roy's gaze fell on a rope in the middle of the tent.
A few pieces of clothing were hanging on the rope to dry.
Including underwear.
Black lace panties hung on the rope; the fabric was minimal, with only a small triangular piece of lace in the front and a thin string in the back.
Next to it was a matching black lace bra.
It was a half-cup style with exquisite lace trim and a small bow in the middle.
Roy's gaze lingered on the set of underwear for a second.
Only then did Jenny react.
"Ah!"
She lunged forward and hurriedly tore the underwear off the rope.
Her face turned bright red.
Jenny hurriedly tore the set of black lace underwear off the rope.
Because her movements were too fast, she didn't get a good grip.
The black lace panties slipped from her hand and fell lightly to the ground.
There was very little fabric, just that small piece of black lace spread out on the tent floor.
Roy's gaze fell on it again.
There was indeed very little fabric.
That small triangular piece of lace in the front could hardly cover anything.
The thin string in the back was even more evocative.
Jenny quickly bent down to pick it up.
Her face was already red to the roots of her ears.
She clutched the underwear in her hand, not knowing where to put it.
The tent was only so big, and the supply crates were packed full; for a moment, she couldn't find a suitable place to stuff it.
Finally, she could only bunch the underwear into a ball and stuff it into the backpack next to her sleeping bag.
Her movements were hurried, but it was still clear that she was clutching that bundle of black fabric very tightly.
"That..." Jenny turned around, trying to restore her expression to normal, "It rains often in this forest, as you've seen."
She pointed outside the tent.
Although it wasn't raining at the moment, the sky was gloomy, and it indeed looked like it could rain at any time.
"So washed clothes... don't dry very easily," Jenny's voice grew quieter, "I often just hang them up like this..."
She paused and added, "Usually, it's just me here. I'm used to it and didn't think anyone would come..."
Halfway through, she felt her explanation wasn't good enough.
Jenny took a deep breath, trying to suppress the heat in her face.
But it didn't work very well.
"I was too absorbed in our conversation just now," Jenny glanced at Roy and then quickly looked away, "I just... forgot about this."
Roy looked at her embarrassed state and smiled.
"Mm-hmm, I understand," he said in a natural tone, "It's just the forest climate."
Jenny breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he didn't continue the topic.
But Roy's next sentence made her heart skip a beat.
"And it's a very sexy style."
Jenny was stunned.
She looked up at Roy.
Roy's expression was still so natural, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he were just saying the weather was nice today.
A very sexy style...
She looked down at the bundle of black fabric clutched in her hand.
Although it was bunched up now, she obviously knew what that set of underwear looked like.
Black lace, half-cup style, and the panties only had a string in the back...
It was indeed very sexy.
She had bought it on an impulse at a boutique when she was back in town on leave last month.
When she bought it, she thought that since no one would see it normally anyway, it would be fine to wear it for herself.
Who would have thought it would be seen by a man she had known for less than half an hour.
And even be praised as sexy to her face.
Jenny's heart beat very fast.
Her face felt even hotter.
She opened her mouth to say something, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"Ah?"
In the end, she only let out that one syllable.
Misty finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She stepped forward and lightly nudged Roy's arm.
"Hey, Officer Jenny, please don't be angry," Misty quickly tried to smooth things over with an apologetic smile, "Roy has been traveling for too long today; he's lightheaded from the heat and talking nonsense~"
After saying that, Misty leaned closer to Roy and whispered through gritted teeth.
"What are you doing~ you rogue."
Her voice was very low, audible only to Roy.
"Who praises a girl's panties right off the bat~ Jenny is a policewoman; be careful or she'll throw you in the little black room."
Misty's gaze held a warning.
She was truly a bit afraid that Roy's reckless words would cause trouble.
Although she knew Roy was just like this, always having no filter on his mouth.
But Jenny was a police officer, after all.
If she really got angry, it wouldn't be a laughing matter.
However, Jenny's reaction was completely beyond Misty's expectations.
"Talking nonsense..."
Jenny blushed, her voice very soft.
She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stroking the bundle of underwear in her hand.
"But thank you for the compliment anyway~"
Having said that, she looked up, glanced at Roy, and then quickly lowered her head again.
"How could someone be angry at a compliment~"
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible at the end.
Misty tilted her head, looking at Jenny with a look of confusion.
A bunch of question marks popped up in her mind.
Eh?
Was this still the same serious Officer Jenny who had used a gun to crack down on poachers?
That policewoman who fired without a second thought, whose gaze was as sharp as a blade?
Why now...
She didn't even care when Roy talked about her panties?
Misty blinked and carefully observed Jenny.
Jenny's face was still red as she stood there, her fingers unconsciously twisting the bundle of underwear.
She looked just like a young girl whose secret had been exposed; where was there any trace of the gun-toting policewoman from earlier?
Delia stepped forward at this moment.
She gently put her arm around Misty's shoulder, leaned down, and whispered in Misty's ear.
"Trust Roy."
Her voice was very light and gentle.
"Even if he doesn't know this Jenny well, his grasp of women is very precise, isn't it?"
Misty was stunned for a moment.
She turned to look at Delia.
Delia's gaze was calm and gentle, with a faint smile on her lips.
It was a very certain look.
Misty looked back at Roy.
Roy stood there, still with that unhurried expression on his face.
He seemed completely unconcerned about what he had just said.
Or rather, it seemed he had expected Jenny to react this way all along.
Misty's thoughts drifted; Roy's usual subtle manipulations had indeed always hit the mark with her.
Misty shrugged and nodded.
She began to mutter to herself.
Fine, let this big pervert handle it himself.
She couldn't control him anyway.
The worst that could happen was being thrown in the little black room.
She could just go and bail him out then.
Anyway, Jenny didn't look like she would actually get angry.
Misty gave Roy a look.
"Watch your limits, she's a police officer~"
Her gaze held a warning, but also a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Roy saw Misty's look.
He chuckled and reached out, patting Misty's head.
The movement was very natural, conveying a sense of "I know what I'm doing, don't worry."
Misty felt a bit embarrassed being patted, but she didn't pull away.
Roy obviously knew the consequences of assaulting a police officer.
He wasn't stupid enough to do that.
That sentence just now had been said intentionally.
The purpose was simple—to test exactly where the limit of those 60 General Favorability Points was.
Judging from Jenny's reaction.
There was only shyness, no anger.
She was even thanking him for the compliment.
This showed that the weight of 60 points of favorability was heavier than he had imagined.
He could go a bit deeper.
Roy withdrew his hand, the smile on his face deepening.
Jenny finally finished stuffing the bundle of underwear completely into the backpack.
She took a deep breath and straightened her uniform.
"Um... you guys put your luggage down first." Jenny pointed to the empty space in the tent, "The place isn't big, but we can manage if we squeeze in."
Roy nodded and placed his backpack in the corner.
Misty and Delia also put down their luggage.
Pikachu and Eevee entered the tent, first looking around, then finding a dry corner to crouch down in.
The two little ones still dutifully guarded Misty's feet.
Even though they were inside the tent, what if some bugs crawled in through the gaps?
For the sake of fruit-flavored cookies and Ketchup, they didn't dare relax for a moment.
Once everyone was settled, Jenny walked to an electronic screen on one side of the tent.
"Come, I'll first introduce you to the area I'm responsible for."
She pressed the switch, and the screen lit up.
On it was a detailed map, marking the forest's terrain, rivers, and various markers.
Jenny picked up a long, thin pointer and began to explain, pointing at the screen.