The creature standing before him looked like the loyal pocket monster Kian knew from the games, but seeing her in reality, breathing and occupying space, was a surreal shock. Seeing her master awake and alert, her red eyes brightened with pure, unadulterated joy.
"Gar! Gardevoir!" she chirped, clapping her three-fingered hands together. The sound was melodic, like a bell chime, but distinctly unintelligible. It was just a cry of happiness, a series of high-pitched notes that conveyed emotion but no words.
Kian watched her, his heart hammering against his ribs. He sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets. This was his starter. His partner. And if the System wasn't lying, she was about to become something much more.
Right. The System said I have to enable it manually. It's a toggle.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady the shaking of his hands. "System," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Activate Anthropomorphic Evolution."
[Command Accepted.][Target: Gardevoir (Lvl 21). Initiating Transformation...]
The air in the room seemed to vibrate, a low hum resonating in Kian's ears. A soft, pulsating pink aura enveloped Gardevoir's body. It wasn't the blinding, harsh white light of a battle evolution; this was slower, more viscous, and infinitely more sensual. Kian watched, mesmerized, as her silhouette began to shift within the glow.
It was like watching a sculptor mold clay in fast motion.
The white biological dress she wore—which Kian knew was technically part of her skin—seemed to tighten, losing its rigid, flared structure and clinging to her form like wet latex. Her waist cinched in violently, accentuating the sudden, rapid expansion of her hips. The flat chest of the creature swelled, pushing outward, reshaping the white membrane until two heavy, teardrop-shaped mounds strained against the material.
Her legs lengthened, the green hair on her head cascading down, becoming silky and flowing like a human woman's bob cut. The structure of her face softened, the angular lines dissolving into the delicate, heart-shaped features of a stunningly beautiful girl.
The light dissipated like steam.
She stood there, breathing heavily, a flush of pink on her pale cheeks. She was still a Gardevoir—she retained the red horn in the center of her chest and the green coloring—but she was... more. She was lush. Curvy. A perfect, sinful fusion of monster and woman.
She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering. She looked down at her hands, flexing fingers that now looked distinctly human, then up at Kian. Her large red eyes were wide with a new kind of intelligence, a spark of consciousness that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"Master?"
The voice was soft, velvet-smooth, and unmistakably feminine. It sent a shiver straight down Kian's spine, rooting him to the spot.
"Holy shit," Kian breathed out, the sound scraping his throat. "It works. It actually works."
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He was taller than her now, but not by much. He had died a virgin, a drunk nobody who had never felt the touch of a woman who actually wanted him. But now, standing in front of this creature who looked at him with total devotion, he felt a surge of dominance he had never experienced before.
He stepped closer, invading her personal space. Gardevoir didn't flinch; instead, she leaned into his proximity, the red horn on her chest glowing faintly with warmth.
"Master... I feel... strange," she murmured, her voice laced with confusion and a hidden, underlying need. She placed a hand on her chest, right above the swell of her new breasts. "My heart... it is beating so fast. And I feel... warm."
Kian gulped, his eyes dropping from her confused face to her chest. The "dress" was part of her, yet it behaved like tight fabric. Through the white skin, he could see the outline of something underneath. Nipples. She had actual nipples.
His breath hitched. He was looking at a living, breathing fantasy. He reached out, his hand hovering in the air between them.
"It's okay, Gardevoir," Kian said, his voice dropping an octave, rough with desire. "It's just the evolution. Let me... let me check your stats."
It was a flimsy excuse, but she nodded eagerly, trusting him implicitly. "Yes, Master. Please."
Kian's hand closed the distance. His fingertips grazed the top of her breast.
He expected it to feel like rubber or cold scales, but he was wrong. It was soft. Incredibly, mind-numbingly soft. It felt like warm, silken skin, yielding under his touch.
Gardevoir gasped, a sharp intake of air. "Ah!"
Kian didn't stop. Emboldened by her reaction, he cupped the weight of her left breast in his palm. It was heavy, full, and perfect. He squeezed gently, watching the white flesh press between his fingers.
"M-Master?" Gardevoir stuttered, her knees knocking together. A flushed heat was rising up her neck. "What is... this check?"
"Just testing your sensitivity," Kian lied, his thumb brushing over the center of the mound.
Through the thin white layer, he found the nub he was looking for. He circled it with his thumb, applying pressure.
"Ahhh...!"
A moan—a genuine, human moan—escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, her head tilting back, exposing the elegant curve of her pale neck.
"Master... that... that feels..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Her empathic abilities were going haywire, feeding off Kian's intense lust and amplifying her own physical reaction.
Kian watched the nipple harden under his thumb, poking explicitly against the white skin. The sight broke something inside him. The dam of thirty-five years of frustration shattered.
He used his other hand to grab her waist, pulling her flush against his body. He could feel the heat radiating off her, specifically from the junction of her thighs.
"You have a pussy too, don't you?" Kian whispered, his voice thick.
Gardevoir's eyes snapped open, hazy and unfocused. She didn't understand the vulgar word, but the intent behind it made her shudder. "I... I do not know... I feel an ache... down there. It is wet, Master."
Wet.
Kian groaned. He looked down. The skirt of her Gardevoir form was split at the sides, revealing smooth, pale thighs. He didn't check; he didn't need to yet. The System had promised him a perfect partner, and the heat radiating from her groin confirmed it.
He moved his hands back up to her breasts, this time using both hands to knead and massage the soft flesh. He tweaked both nipples simultaneously, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oohh! Master, please...!" Gardevoir whimpered, her legs trembling so hard she could barely stand. She gripped his shoulders for support, her nails digging into his shirt. "It's... too much...!"
"You like that?" Kian asked, a cruel, pleased smirk forming on his lips. "You like how my hands feel on you?"
"Yes... Yes!" she cried out, arching her back, thrusting her chest further into his hands. "It feels... electric. Please... don't stop."
He wasn't going to stop. He was just getting started.
Kian suddenly released her breasts, and before she could whine at the loss of contact, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. With a shove that was forceful but controlled, he pushed her backward onto the bed.
Gardevoir landed with a bounce on the mattress, her white skirt flaring up, her green hair fanning out like a halo. She looked up at him, breathless, her chest heaving, her nipples still erect and visible through her skin. She looked vulnerable. Ravishable.
Kian loomed over her, climbing onto the bed. He crawled over her body, positioning himself between her open legs. He looked down at her, feeling like a king surveying his conquest.
"Master?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "What are we going to do?"
Kian reached down to his belt buckle, his eyes locked on hers.
"Get comfortable, Gardevoir," he growled. "Today, we're going to do a different kind of training."