After the no-rules special training ended, evening settled over the farm.
The daily routine resumed: milking the Miltank, selling the day's harvest to Uncle Yoshino on his timely visit, sharing dinner with the household. When the last plate was cleared, Wade retreated to his room.
League Calendar 2075, October 21st – Hiyori Town Farm Ledger
Income: Healing Herbs & Bug-Repelling Herbs – 16,000₱
Expenses: None
Project Progress: None
Farm Liquidity: 3,900,000₱
Thank you, generous Champion Senior Sister.
The funds in his account had swelled considerably. Enough, in fact, for serious investment.
"Time for a proper farm villa."
He set down his pen, surveying the log with satisfaction. The Wooden Cabin had served well, but its limitations were clear. No modern amenities. Cramped quarters. And when the Pokémon Girl count inevitably grew? Silver parties required space. Outdoor options were... not ideal.
For a beautiful, happy future—villa construction, top priority.
Machamp Construction had quoted him 3,500,000₱ a few days ago. Affordable. And leaving a comfortable reserve for the moomoo milk processing factory.
He contacted foreman Kimura immediately.
After brief negotiations, they confirmed: three days from now, a one-week construction blitz.
"Tinkaton~"
The little one appeared in his doorway, amber eyes gleaming with purpose.
"Coming." Wade hung up and ruffled her head affectionately. "The villa's coming soon. But until then..."
He surveyed the damage. Darkrai's invasion had left marks—the table listing dangerously, the kitchen door barely hanging, various items needing attention.
Good thing the construction team left materials.
Sandpaper. Hammer. Nails. All present.
"Tinkaton—I'll handle the prep. You handle the assembly."
The evening unfolded in comfortable rhythms.
Tinkaton worked diligently on the wooden table, small brow furrowed in concentration, hammer rising and falling with satisfying thunks.
Miss Lopunny and Mienshao sat together on a repaired corner of the sofa, deep in discussion—techniques for breast enhancement, strategies for seducing their Trainer. Their voices carried in hushed, giggling tones.
Feebas floated in her fish tank, occasionally blowing a stream of bubbles, her emotionless gaze tracking Wade's movements around the room.
Delcatty had vanished into the kitchen—late-night snack planning, undoubtedly.
Miltank, freshly milked by her Trainer, had retreated to her room in blissful exhaustion.
Gardevoir, ever considerate, levitated bedsheets outside with Psychic grace. Preparing for the next grand party, no doubt.
And Little Milcery?
Little Milcery had discovered something fascinating.
Every time she approached with freshly made whipped cream ice cream, Cynthia's Garchomp flinched.
A step forward. A step back. Another step forward. Two steps back.
The invincible ace Pokémon, terror of the Elite Four, was being cornered by dessert.
Finally—after much trembling hesitation—Garchomp accepted the Cheri Berry-flavored offering.
"Garchomp~"
One bite.
One bite.
Her expression shifted from fear to confusion to AGONY.
SPIT.
The ice cream hit the ground. Garchomp's eyes blazed. Dragon Breath incinerated the offending dessert in an instant—
Almost taking the kitchen with it.
Wade's eye twitched.
...Three million. Senior Sister gave me three million. I can buy hundreds of Wooden Cabins.
He sighed and returned to his repairs.
On the dilapidated sofa, Olivia sat transfixed by the television.
Detective Pikachu—the popular series—had just ended, transitioning to commercials.
"President!" Her eyes lit up. "We should make a promotional video for Hiyori Town Farm's moomoo milk!"
Wade paused, hammer mid-swing.
A promotional video?
In this world, entertainment thrived. Live streams. TV dramas. Movies. Short-form content. Trainers participated too—Iono of Paldea hosted the wildly popular "Iono Zone." Diantha of Kalos was an award-winning actress.
Quality alone isn't enough. Marketing matters.
He smiled at his brilliant Secretary Miss.
"Write me a proposal. If it's good—we'll do it."
Delegate authority. Trust her instincts. That's the Wade way.
"Junior Brother~"
A graceful voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned from the newly repaired kitchen door to find Cynthia emerging from her room.
"I heard you know how to give massages?"
She'd clearly just showered. Gone was the heroic black trench coat. Instead, her waist-length golden hair was coiled elegantly, and she wore a loose white top that hinted at the curves beneath. Below, a pair of fair, long legs emerged from black stockings—sexy, alluring, devastatingly casual.
"Massage?"
Wade blinked, then spotted the beautiful figure peeking from behind the cool Champion.
Lilligant.
Cynthia nodded, her brows curving into a lovely arch.
"Mm-hmm. Lilligant told me all about it~"
Oh no.
"Alliance work has been so busy lately." She tilted her head, amber eyes sparkling with hopeful light. "My back and shoulders are so sore. Won't you help your Senior Sister?"
After Wade's Psychic abilities had been revealed, the Pokémon Girl transformation secret had naturally followed. Cynthia had apparently bonded with the harem quite well.
The question is... what exactly did Lilligant say ?
Wade shot the grass-type a helpless look. She refused to meet his gaze.
What crucial details did you omit to lure the Sinnoh Champion here?
...Mature Pokémon Girls never forget to help their Trainers build harems.
"Alright, Senior Sister." He sighed, accepting fate. "Go lie down on the bed."
Sinnoh Region – Celestic Town
A young girl stood before a dark villa, her golden hair cascading over snowy shoulders like liquid sunlight. An elegant princess dress draped her form.
Two suitcases—one large, one small—floated beside her, defying gravity entirely.
Any experienced Trainer would recognize this noble-appearing young lady immediately.
Caitlin. Powerful Psychic. Owner of the Battle Chateau in Sinnoh. Current Psychic Titan of the Unova Elite Four.
She paused, then raised her communicator.
Doduo... doduo... doduo...
A connection.
"So you haven't been in Celestic Town these past few days?"
At Cynthia's confirmation, Caitlin's cheeks puffed out like a hamster's. Moisture sparkled at the corners of her eyes.
No! Wrong again!
Their friendship was legendary. Close as sisters. Rumors even claimed she'd gifted Cynthia a villa worth tens of millions in Undella Town—true, actually.
She'd flown to Sinnoh for the regional Elite Four exchange matches. Official reason: competition. Real reason: visit Cynthia.
And Cynthia wasn't home.
"It's been almost half a year since Undella Town..." Her lower lip trembled. "But... what are you doing right now?"
She peered at the communicator screen. Cynthia had adjusted the angle—Wade was hidden—but the ceiling and room decor were visible.
Not the Alliance office. Not a Pokémon Center.
Where...?
"Uh..."
Cynthia's face flushed.
How do I explain this? "Getting a full-body massage from my Junior Brother"?
That's... embarrassing.
"I'm at Hiyori Town Farm." She recovered quickly. "Researching ancient Darkrai inscriptions with my Junior Brother."
"Junior Brother?"
Caitlin's interest ignited. In all her years knowing Cynthia, she'd never heard of a junior brother.
"He was Professor Rowan's assistant for a while." Cynthia summarized—omitting certain... embarrassing details.
"He's a Psychic?!"
Caitlin's emerald-blue eyes blazed.
In the Pokémon world, Psychics were rare. A close-knit community. Many had faced discrimination—their uncontrolled power causing accidental destruction. So Psychics tended to bond.
Another Psychic? Cynthia's junior brother?
"Then..." Her golden hair lifted, floating on overflowing psychic energy. "What's his Psychic like?"
Excitement. Pure excitement.
Cynthia considered the question.
Her fair cheeks warmed.
How to describe [Telekinesis]... without mentioning the bra incident?
He can remotely remove a girl's clothes. He can transform female Pokémon into Pokémon Girls to build a harem.
...Compared to a destructive Psychic like Caitlin, Wade's abilities are far more... perverse.
"Hmm... gentle... gently~"
Cynthia's response died in her throat. Wade's hands had found a sensitive spot, and a soft, coquettish moan escaped before she could stop it.
On the communicator screen, Caitlin saw her best friend's head turn slightly—just enough to reveal a faint blush coloring those cool, exquisite features.
"Cynthia?"
The golden-haired young lady's brows furrowed with concern.
...Silence.
"Cynthia? Are you listening?"
More firmly now.
"Mmm... sorry! I was distracted."
Cynthia snapped back to reality, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her already-reddened ear. A small lie. Necessary.
This position... this situation...
Alone in a room with her Junior Brother. Her fair, soft legs cradled in his hands, being gently caressed. Was it crossing a line? Maybe. Probably. Definitely.
But every time those warm palms roamed over the plush flesh of her thighs, she bit her cherry lip. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Beneath her skirt, her plump, rounded buttocks swayed with each movement, her entire form burning with an inexplicable craving.
For him to... ravage me...
"Are you unwell?"
Caitlin's concern cut through the haze. Despite her willful nature, she cared deeply. Cynthia's occasional winces and deepening blush worried her.
Overtime. Late nights. The Champion's burden.
Probably just exhausted.
"Mmm... maybe... a little tired lately~"
The words came in fragments, punctuated by flustered embarrassment.
Wade's hands moved.
He released her slender legs, warmth climbing upward—to the full, honeyed curves above her thighs. The Blonde Older Sister Figure's buttocks were tender as jade, yielding easily to his touch, rippling in waves of snowy flesh beneath each knead.
A gentle squeeze.
Cynthia's body tensed. Her amber eyes misted instantly. Fair hands clutched the pillow beneath her. Even her voice—usually so cool—trembled with coquettish heat.
Of course, Wade wasn't a pervert.
Cynthia's lifestyle—ruins exploration, Alliance office hours—meant prolonged sitting. Proper buttock massage promoted blood circulation, alleviated pain, reduced muscle fatigue.
Senior Sister requested it. As her Junior Brother, how could I refuse?
He pressed again. Resilient honeyed flesh yielded. Soft whimpers escaped the Champion's throat.
"Alright then~ If you're too tired, I won't disturb you."
Caitlin's concern remained, but she trusted her friend.
"Mmm... then... after your Elite Four matches, let's arrange to meet properly~"
Cynthia's agreement came fast. Almost too fast.
If this continues—if I keep moaning—she'll hear. My pure, golden-haired best friend will hear EVERYTHING.
End it. End it NOW.
"Senior Sister. Lift your top. I'm starting your back massage."
Wade's voice was gentle, professional. Cynthia's delicate feet and plush buttocks had been thoroughly addressed. Now for the back.
He couldn't see Caitlin's expression—the angle was wrong. But he noticed Cynthia's transformation. The aloof Champion had grown exquisitely sensitive beneath his hands. Between her slightly parted legs, a hint of nectar glistened.
Extremely alluring.
"Okay Mmm-hmm-hmm"
Blissfully comfortable, Cynthia forgot the call entirely. The communicator lay abandoned on the pillow as she surrendered to Wade's full-body massage.
On the Other End
Caitlin reached for the hang-up button.
Paused.
Her eyes caught the screen.
...What?
WHAT?!
Her mind crashed.
On the communicator screen, Caitlin's world shattered.
There was Cynthia—her dearest friend, the cool and composed Sinnoh Champion—lying face-down on a large bed. Her beautiful features were flushed an unmistakable crimson. Her soft golden hair fanned across the pillow in lazy, alluring disarray.
And straddling her waist?
A handsome black-haired youth. Moving back and forth. Rubbing against her.
"Mmm-hmm-hmm Senior... Senior Brother... gently... mmm-hmm-hmm"
Cynthia's moans drifted through the speakers—soft, breathless, intimate.
What... what is this?!
Caitlin's mind raced, struggling to process.
For the full-body massage, Cynthia's thin nightgown had been pushed up to her fair neck. The bra that had once restrained her soft, ample breasts hung loose—unfastened by a single hand—allowing those plush mounds to press against the bed, glowing with seductive, flushed warmth.
"So... so comfortable~"
Years of accumulated fatigue released in waves of pleasure. Cynthia's unconscious moans spoke of complete surrender.
No. NO. What are you TWO DOING?!
Though she'd never seen him before, Caitlin knew instantly.
Wade. The Junior Brother. The one studying "ancient inscriptions."
Her pupils dilated. Words died in her throat.
Ancient inscriptions?! In BED?!
From Caitlin's perspective, the truth was invisible.
She couldn't see the therapeutic intent. The professional massage technique. The legitimate muscle relief.
All she saw was:
Cynthia's flushed face, half-hidden by a fair arm
Her swaying waist, subtly welcoming the youth above her
Her soft, rosy lips releasing alluring moans that sparked vivid imaginations
A lone man and woman, clearly undressed
The subtle but unmistakable suggestion of bodies colliding
Any one of these would make a pure soul like Caitlin blush.
All of them together?
Her burning cheeks couldn't be cooled even by her trembling fingers, peeking through the gaps at the scandalous scene.
A man and a woman... naked... moving together... moaning...
That's... that's... THAT'S—!
Then—a terrible thought struck.
Her rosy face turned to stone.
Wait.
WAIT.
Cynthia's flushed cheeks during their call. Her frequent zoning out. Her distracted responses.
She was being pounded by that guy Wade while CHATTING WITH ME?!
Caitlin's out-of-control Psychic power detonated.
The communicator crumpled like paper, crushed into useless mechanical waste in an instant.
If that's true... then I was... I was...
She took a deep, shuddering breath.
Crushed the scraps into finer dust.
I called to catch up with my best friend. Not to be PART OF YOUR FOREPLAY!
The cat-like Psychic Titan bit her lip, tears of humiliation and outrage brimming in her eyes.
Not only did my best friend find a man behind my back—she used our PHONE CALL as part of their... their SEXUAL ATMOSPHERE!
"Damn it all—"
She raised her head, eyes blazing with determination.
"Hiyori Town Farm, right? You two just WAIT for me. Neither of you will ESCAPE!"