Having successfully welcomed the adorable Alcremie into the farm family, Wade retreated to his room for the evening's accounting.
League Calendar 2075, October 18th – Hiyori Town Farm Ledger
Income: Swords Dance Mushrooms & Forest Fungi – 15,000₱
Expenses: Replacement Mushroom Bag (Alcremie) – 1,000₱
Project Progress: Miltank Shed & Perimeter Fencing – COMPLETE
Farm Liquidity: 84,000₱
The mushroom harvest had been a success. And now, the next wave of crops was nearly ready.
Thanks to daily tending and Lilligant's faithful application of [Grassy Terrain] , the Healing Herbs and Bug-Repelling Herbs would reach full maturity within the week. The several acres of Leppa Grain and Gungun Beans, swaying gently in the fields, would be ready for harvest by month's end.
Wade pulled the folded white paper from his pocket—Yoshino's gift. A dense web of contact information: managers of retailers large and small, Pokémon superstores, themed restaurants across En City. If he could secure partnerships with even half of them, sales channels would be secure.
Perhaps, in the future, I could even approach the Pokémon Centers.
Moomoo Milk wasn't ordinary milk. Fed to Pokémon, it restored stamina—a natural recovery item, much like the Potions sold in every store. And with the raw milk from his Miltank, enhanced by their unique traits, the recovery effect would dwarf anything currently on the market.
If he could place his brand in Pokémon Centers—the one place every Trainer visited—the profits would be astronomical.
But first: the processing plant. The employees. The production line. Only then could he negotiate from a position of strength.
"Akane said the equipment should arrive next week."
He twirled his pen, mapping the days ahead. Daily crop care. Setting up the Johto-sourced machinery in the factory the mayor had leased him. And then, with Olivia's help, building the foundation for the farm's own branded Moomoo Milk.
"Master~"
A soft, almost emotionless voice drifted through the door.
Wade glanced up. Feebas stood in the doorway, her expression as still as ever. But he'd learned to read the subtle cues—the slight tilt of her head, the way her eyes lingered just a moment longer.
Ah. Right. The daily bath.
"Coming."
The Washroom
Dim yellow light spilled across the tile, softening every edge. Steam rose in milky tendrils, wrapping Feebas's plump, exquisite figure in a hazy embrace.
She stood before the mirror, studying her own reflection.
Snow-white skin. Curves that had grown fuller, softer, under the Trainer's care. Her cherry lips pressed together—not quite a frown, not quite nervousness, but something.
"Hmm..."
A tiny sound escaped her. Her delicate frame trembled, just slightly.
Wade was used to this by now. Most days, Feebas was a porcelain doll—still, silent, unreadable. But here, in the warm steam of the washroom, something shifted. A hint of color would grace her cheeks. A flicker of something almost shy would pass behind her eyes.
The contrast was... compelling.
It makes a man want to train her, he thought. To see just how much of that ice could melt.
"En... wu..."
His hands, slick with shower gel, found her jade-smooth back. The sound that escaped her was barely a breath—but it was there.
Feebas tightened her pretty features, fighting for composure. For that familiar, safe coldness.
But the warm water pattered down like gentle rain. And when had that faint blush crept across her snow-soft cheeks?
Her slender, lotus-white arm rose—whether to steady herself or to offer something, she wasn't sure. The soft, heavy curve of her breast pressed against her own forearm. Her long, pale legs pressed together, lotus petals folding in on themselves.
The wet bath towel slid down her back. Lower. Lower still.
It found the plush swell of her peaches and began to move—slow circles, frothy with shower gel, patient and thorough.
Ah... nn...
Even though this was far from the first time, each bath left her more sensitive than the last. The calm she wore like armor during the day? Here, in the steam, with his hands on her, it shattered in moments.
A gentle touch. That's all it took.
"Hnn..."
She bit her cherry lip, her delicate body swaying with the rhythm of his movements. Against each other, the plush mounds of her breasts pressed and yielded, squeezing into shapes that stole her breath.
Why... why does this keep happening...
Her reflection in the mirror—flushed, trembling, alive—offered no answers.
Suddenly, the quiet girl caught the Trainer's hand in her own. Her jade-like face burned.
"What's wrong? Too much pressure?"
Wade's brow furrowed with genuine concern. He'd washed her just like this every day. Had something changed?
But Feebas only turned her head away, as if she couldn't bear to meet his deep, questioning gaze. Her usually pale, snow-white cheeks blazed now—crimson, alive, burning.
The silence stretched.
Then, at last, words trembled from her fragrant lips.
"M-Master... it's overflowing... so... so much."
Her voice, usually so flat, so controlled, wavered like a candle in wind.
"C-Can... can you help me... s-suck it~?"
The cold tone had melted entirely. Perhaps because she'd never spoken so many words at once, Feebas felt as though all strength had drained from her body. She went limp in the Trainer's arms, her eyes glazing with a misty, watery film.
Beneath her exquisite, curved form, that most private place revealed itself—crystal-clear and smooth as freshly peeled lychee flesh. The color was like warm jade, and the heat rose from it like a gurgling spring.
The Trainer, who had never refused a Pokémon Girl's earnest request, had no objections.
What he hadn't expected, however, was that the inside matched the appearance.
A true treasure.
Feebas arched her swan-like neck involuntarily. Layer upon layer of soft, flower-petal flesh turned and rippled, eager—enthusiastic and active where she had always been still.
"Ee... yah...!"
Stimulated beyond bearing, she pressed her slender hands over her own lips, trying to muffle the sweet, coquettish sounds that escaped despite all effort.
No... I'm going to... I'm going to break...
In that moment, she understood.
She had opened a door to a world she'd never known existed.