While laughing, her body still uncontrollably trembled, especially that snow-white skin, dazzlingly bright.
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. I'm not yet at the stage of being ungrateful."
It took a while for Miss Q to finally recover.
She then explained, "These two are my trusted aides."
Trusted aides?
"But they were bribed."
At that point,
Natsuhiko understood.
Finally, he tentatively asked, "Tom Rokicki?"
Miss Q pouted, "Who else but that scheming flat-chested ******?"
Flat-chested?
Natsuhiko remembered that Tom Rokicki wasn't considered flat-chested, right?
But he glanced at Miss Q's proportions.
Alright.
About flat-chested.
"So you solved them?"
"Did you really think it was just to repay the money for the clothes?" Miss Q raised her eyebrows.
Then she muttered under her breath, "Originally planned to solve it quietly, who knew this would happen."
Natsuhiko pursed his lips.
At first, he indeed thought so.
It turned out.
Never underestimate women, whether they are well-endowed or not, you can't fathom their thoughts.
"No use for me, better give it to you."
Saying that, she still tossed the two bags in her hand to Natsuhiko.
And under his gaze, Miss Q disappeared from the original spot wrapped in Gardevoir's psychic power.
Leaving only a sentence.
"Nice pecs."
Natsuhiko: "..."
He looked down at his own body wrapped in a tight-fitting short-sleeved outfit and muttered softly, "You're nice too..."
He jostled the bags in his hand.
To his surprise.
Quite a lot.
Natsuhiko estimated Miss Q might have long seen through his intentions to hunt others; these two bags not only paid for the clothes but also compensated Natsuhiko, and moreover...served as a testament supporting his competition for the twenty-seat.
He sighed quietly.
"In the Hunter Guild, I guess you can say we have some backing now?"
As everyone knows, regardless of the system.
To climb up, you need someone above.
"But...does this count as eating soft rice, hard?"
Natsuhiko looked at Milotic.
Greeting him were those pure eyes.
"Okay, pretend I didn't ask."
Now left here by Miss Q, Natsuhiko could only take the time to return.
When he arrived at the gathering point, he found that out of the thirty or so people who originally participated in this mission.
Now standing here were less than ten.
The internal competition was quite severe.
Actually thinking about it, Natsuhiko directly took out seven or eight himself, so if there was any competition, he was the most competitive.
Miss Q returned to her original form; upon seeing Natsuhiko back, she waved her hand.
"There should be no one else, let's go settle the score."
With that.
She summoned Tropius and charged out of the island, out of the fog's range.
The few present also mounted their respective Pokémon and followed her.
Natsuhiko fell to the back.
However, Joanna, standing on Salamence's back, deliberately slowed down, came to Natsuhiko's side, and looked at him with an extremely strange expression.
Making Natsuhiko very uncomfortable.
"What?" He couldn't help but ask.
Joanna's gaze swept across Natsuhiko's body, then moved to Miss Q, sitting leisurely with crossed legs on Tropius's back.
On her body, still wearing Natsuhiko's jacket.
Joanna leaned towards Natsuhiko, hesitated, and spoke, "You guys..."
One with a pale face looking overindulged, another beaming yet wearing tattered clothes, most importantly, Natsuhiko's jacket on Miss Q.
Making it hard for Joanna not to misunderstand.
Natsuhiko's expression froze.
He suddenly realized.
If coincidences stacked up, it seemed he couldn't explain this at all now.