Inside the Cave – A Secluded Chamber
Unlike Yamei, who had fallen victim to ancient vines elsewhere, Wade's situation had taken a different turn.
He'd just discovered a new stone and turned around—right as the hungry Delcatty attempted her ambush. Her timing, unfortunately, was disastrous. She pounced... directly into a narrow rock crevice.
Crrrrk.
Fabric tore. Soft flesh met unyielding stone.
A moment later, the cat-eared woman's upper body was completely wedged in the cold crevice, her waist and hips trapped at the entrance. What remained visible were two fair, smooth mounds—perfectly curved, framed by the delicate lines of her suspender stockings.
Evolution had transformed Skitty into something far more alluring.
Her shoulder-length pink hair had deepened to a rich purple, cascading around those adorable milky-white cat ears. The combination was devastating—cute and mature, innocent and knowing, all at once. Her light pink dress had been replaced entirely: now a sheer white crop top that barely contained her soft, snowy mounds, revealing her smooth, flat lower abdomen. Below, translucent gauze and strategically placed hollows accentuated every curve, presenting her rounded bottom like a ripe, perfect berry.
Wade didn't need to witness the failed ambush to understand.
Hungry again.
"Ma... Master~"
Delcatty's whimper escaped her throat as she felt warmth approach. The crevice's chill air caressed her plush mounds, traced her jade-smooth back, embraced her delicate form—but deliberately left her most sensitive curves exposed at the entrance, where they met the Trainer's warm palm instead.
Ice and fire collided within her enchanting body.
She moaned—high, sweet, helpless.
A single gentle caress sparked a new idea in Wade's mind. His heavy palm lifted, then fell—a sharp, playful slap against her firm, snowy flesh.
"Ee—nwu—!"
Her pretty face flamed. Her crop top rubbed against the uneven stone walls. Her half-covered mounds peeked through remaining fabric, soft and inviting. Her misty eyes, already hazy, suddenly poured—like a sudden storm releasing all its gathered rain.
Cherry-petal lips parted.
Sweet, joyful cries echoed off the small chamber's ancient walls.
"Ma... Master..."
Though her vision was blocked by stone, she lifted her delicate feet—pink and fair as ice-carved lotuses—and instinctively sought that burning warmth. Her long, rounded legs were wrapped in high-quality white suspender stockings. Even through delicate lace, the flesh beneath glowed—polished white jade given form. Thin straps pressed lightly into her luminous thighs, emphasizing their exquisite fullness.
A moment later, Delcatty's round, tender toes curled—freshly peeled lychee flesh given movement.
This was nothing like Skitty's loli form. Delcatty's feet were a marvel unto themselves—fragrant, graceful, utterly captivating.
She arched her smooth, jade-like neck. Her already misty eyes brimmed with tears of sensation.
Then—release.
The long-awaited cream surged forth.
Her delicate pink feet, unprepared for the rush, were splashed. Droplets stained her pure white suspender stockings, marked the untouched silk, flew further—onto her rounded thighs, her plump, enchanting bottom.
Stained, she only wanted more.
Her neck glistened. Her starry eyes grew moist. Her entire body, wrapped in chill air yet burning within, tensed beautifully as warmth flooded through her.
"Ah... Master..."
Aftermath
The ancient stone chamber no longer felt ancient or gloomy.
It looked, frankly, rather unsightly—marked by the sticky evidence of their encounter.
Having thoroughly satisfied the newly evolved cat-eared woman, Wade patted Delcatty—now returned to her original form—and gave a practical command.
"Alright. Use Rain Dance. Clean this place up."
Intimacy required discretion. And post-battle remnants? Those required immediate attention. He had no intention of leaving behind a scene for some future explorer to discover and gawk at like perverts.
"Meow meow~"
Delcatty nuzzled contentedly against the Trainer's chest, then bounded gracefully to the ground. She raised her paws, and cool rain began to fall—a localized shower that washed every trace from the stone chamber.
Moments later, the cave was pristine. No evidence remained. Any future explorer would pass through without a second glance.
Good.
Wade gathered his Pokémon and headed toward the meeting point.
But when he arrived, the emerald-haired gentlewoman was nowhere to be seen.
Strange.
He scanned the area. Nothing. No sign of Yamei.
"Gardevoir. Use Extrasensory. Find her."
"Gar~"
The Psychic-type closed her eyes, her power reaching outward like invisible fingers brushing through the cave's ancient passages.
Seconds later—a flash of light.
Wade found himself teleported to a location he hadn't known existed. A hidden chamber, carved with strange patterns, radiating an aura of age and mystery.
But he barely registered the architecture.
Because suspended in mid-air, bound by thick vines, was Yamei.
Well now.
"Sister Yami... is this some kind of bondage game?"
He couldn't help it. The situation was too absurd—the gentle, graceful older woman, spread-eagle and helpless, her face already crimson. The teasing words escaped before he could stop them.
"Th-this is not—!"
Yamei shook her head frantically, her fair cheeks burning like fire.
This posture! It's so indecent!
Her hands and feet were bound, yes. But that meant her entire body was exposed—on display—for the black-haired youth below. Her mind went completely blank with shame. The cries for help she'd been rehearsing died on her tongue, replaced by soft, helpless whimpers.
Wade's amusement faded into concern.
"Gardevoir. Cut her down."
"Gar~"
Psychic energy compressed into shimmering blades. One by one, the vines fell away.
Wade stepped forward and caught the falling gentlewoman in his arms.
"You alright, Sister Yami? Are you hurt?"
Yamei's face, already flushed, somehow burned even hotter. Cradled against his chest, surrounded by his warmth, she could barely form words.
"I... I think..." She tested her ankle and winced. "I may have sprained it."