Yuuto, Delia, and the playing Pikachu and Eevee all turned their heads toward Misty's tent at the same time.
That scream was sharp and thin, clearly indicating she had been badly frightened.
"What's wrong, Misty?" Delia set down her ladle, looking toward the tent with concern.
"I'll go check." Yuuto stood up and patted the dust off his hands. "Delia, keep an eye on the soup so it doesn't burn."
"Okay, go quickly," Delia nodded.
Yuuto walked over to the outside of Misty's tent but didn't pull the flap open.
"Misty, what happened?" he asked through the fabric.
---
At that moment, Misty's face inside the tent was already beet-red, turning her into a human steam engine.
She was kneeling on her sleeping bag with the small cloth bag containing her underwear spread open in front of her.
Inside should have been several pairs of the usual cotton panties with cute cartoon patterns.
But now… they were all gone!
In their place was—
A pair of pure black lace ones, almost translucent, with only a thin layer of gauze.
A bright red pair with thin side-ties that needed to be tied into bows.
A lavender pair with hollowed-out patterns and so little fabric it was practically just a few straps.
And the white lace pair she had bought herself before… mixed in with the rest, it actually seemed the most "conservative."
"Who… who touched my panties?!"
Misty's voice trembled as her fingertips pinched the black lace. The fabric, thin as a cicada's wing, felt almost weightless in her hand.
The light filtering through the tent fabric let her clearly see the outline of her fingers beneath the lace.
This… what was the difference between wearing this and wearing nothing at all?
"How… how am I supposed to wear this? It's… it's too embarrassing!"
Misty felt like her entire body was burning up.
She hurriedly stuffed those pieces of "incriminating evidence" back to the bottom of the bag and pressed them down firmly with her clothes.
As if doing so could make them disappear.
"Misty, what's wrong?" Yuuto's voice came from outside the tent again.
"Ah!"
Her hand jerked in fright and the bag almost fell to the ground.
"I'm fine! You… you're not allowed to come in!" Misty shouted flusteredly, her voice cracking. "I… I'm not wearing anything! You… you go help Delia prepare dinner!"
*Yes, say it like that!*
She absolutely could not let him see these!
"Huh? Not wearing anything?" Yuuto, outside the tent, sounded momentarily stunned, followed by a low chuckle. "Alright then. Be careful yourself. Call us if you need anything."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Only then did Misty let out a long sigh of relief, her whole body slumping onto the sleeping bag.
Her heart was still pounding wildly.
She covered her burning face.
*It's over, it's over… Will Yuuto think I'm weird? Being naked in a tent by myself in the evening…*
*It's all my sister's fault! It must have been her!*
Misty bit her lip as Sakura's gentle yet mischievously smiling face appeared in her mind.
Who else could it be but her sister?
Last night… only her sister had touched her backpack!
"Why did she stuff so many of these… these kinds of panties in here!" Misty was both ashamed and angry as she grabbed her sleeping bag and covered her head.
But… with her head covered in the darkness, the tactile sensation of the lace and the hollowed-out styles somehow became clearer in her mind.
The black one… seemed particularly sexy.
The red one with ties… would it be very troublesome to put on?
And that lavender one…
"Stop, stop, stop! What am I thinking!" Misty shook her head violently, tossing those messy thoughts out of her mind.
But the temperature of her cheeks just wouldn't go down…
---
Dinner was soon ready.
The tempting aroma of food wafted into the tent.
"Misty, come out and eat," Delia's gentle voice called out.
"I… I'm not hungry! You guys eat first!" Misty's muffled voice came from inside the tent.
She was not going out!
Her face was still so red; it would look wrong at a glance!
And… and she was completely bare down there right now, only wrapped in a sleeping bag. She had taken off her original panties because they were sweaty, and she didn't dare wear the new ones… How could she go out!
"Are you really not hungry? The soup smells delicious," Yuuto's voice also drifted over.
"Not hungry, not hungry! You guys eat!" Misty buried her face even deeper.
There was silence outside for a while.
"Alright then, I'll leave some for you. Eat when you're hungry," Delia said considerately.
"Mhm…"
Listening to the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks outside, along with the occasional low-voiced conversation between Yuuto and Delia, Misty sat in the tent hugging her knees.
She was actually a bit hungry.
But more intense than hunger was an inexplicable panic and a secret shame.
Images of those panties kept uncontrollably drilling into her mind.
Her sister's words also echoed in her ears.
"Men like it when…"
"If you get the chance, you have to be more proactive…"
"Strive to 'eat' Yuuto as soon as possible…"
"Aaaah! Stop thinking about it!" Misty shook her head vigorously and buried herself deeper in her sleeping bag.
That night, she didn't sleep soundly.
Fragmented images kept appearing in her dreams.
Lace edges.
Yuuto's face drawing near.
And the scene of herself standing before him wearing those shameful pieces of fabric…
---
The next morning.
Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Misty woke up.
Or rather, she hadn't slept well at all.
A rustling sound came from outside the tent; it was Yuuto adding firewood, preparing to boil water for washing up.
Delia's soft humming also faintly drifted in.
A new day had begun.
Misty sat up, looked at the cloth bag of underwear in the corner, and bit her lip.
She couldn't… just not wear them forever, right?
They had to travel today.
She took a deep breath as if making a major decision, crawled over, and carefully untied the cloth bag.
Those brightly colored, fabric-saving styles came into view once again.
Misty's cheeks burned as her fingertips hesitated back and forth over the pieces.
Finally, she picked up the white lace pair she had originally bought herself.
At least… she had chosen this one herself.
The psychological burden was just a tiny bit lighter.
She slipped off her pajama pants and slowly put on the white lace panties.
The cool, silky touch instantly enveloped her skin.
"Mmm~" Misty couldn't help but let out a soft moan and quickly covered her mouth.
*Such… such a strange feeling.*
The fabric was so thin and sheer that she could barely feel its presence, yet it reminded her every single second: *you are wearing something very extraordinary right now.*
With a red face, she quickly pulled on her outer pants and top.
As if by doing so, she could hide that shameful "evidence."
After tidying her clothes, she checked herself in a small mirror.
Everything looked normal on the outside.
But as soon as she thought about what was hidden under her clothes, Misty felt uneasy all over, and even her walking posture became a bit awkward…
---
"Morning, Misty." Yuuto greeted her when he saw her come out of the tent.
"M-morning!" Misty's eyes darted around, not daring to look at him, as she walked straight to the river to wash her face.
The icy water splashed on her face, slightly alleviating the heat in her cheeks.
During breakfast, she kept her head down, nibbling on her sandwich in small bites, for fear of attracting any attention.
Delia looked at her, then at Yuuto, a knowing smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, though she didn't point it out.
After the meal, they packed up the campsite and continued on their way.
At first, Misty still felt very awkward.
But as they walked… perhaps she got used to it, or perhaps it was because she had cleaned up yesterday.
The silky fabric hugged her skin, swaying gently with her steps, bringing a hint of coolness and an indescribable fit.
It seemed… actually quite comfortable?
Misty felt it secretly, her face turning a bit red again.
Especially when a breeze blew through her pant legs, bringing coolness while also making her more clearly aware of the presence of that thin layer of lace.
*It seems… really not bad?*
She muttered softly to herself.
But the next second, she suddenly snapped alert.
*No, no!*
*No matter how comfortable it is, I can't show it!*
*Absolutely, absolutely cannot be discovered!*
*Especially can't let Yuuto find out!*
*Otherwise, I'll really have no face to see anyone!*
She quickly adjusted her expression, trying her best to act like everything was normal, even deliberately finding topics to chat with Delia to distract herself…
Yuuto indeed didn't pay much attention to Misty's subtle little expressions and awkward walking posture.
Most of his mind was focused on grinding levels and the upcoming Vermilion Gym challenge.
As they got further and further from Cerulean City, the levels of the wild Pokémon nearby increased slightly, but the margin was limited.
The experience bar was growing slowly.
[Pokémon: Pikachu, Level: Lv22 → Lv23]
[Pokémon: Pidgeotto, Level: Lv24 → Lv25]
[Pokémon: Butterfree, Level: Lv13 → Lv16]
Yuuto looked at the team panel, feeling reasonably satisfied.
Butterfree's crowd-control abilities were gradually taking shape, while Pikachu and Pidgeotto, as the main damage dealers, were making solid progress.
Just as he was considering whether he needed to find some stronger opponents, a burst of lively clamor came from an open space on the right side of the road ahead.
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