Hiyori Town Farm – The Battlefield
At Cynthia's strong insistence, Wade had finally unleashed his ultimate trump card.
You want to see full power? Fine.
Psychic [Telekinesis]—ACTIVATE.
In an instant, Cynthia's arms wrapped protectively around her plush, snowy chest.
The open ground outside the Wooden Cabin was empty—no outsiders, no wild Pokémon. But being targeted by Telekinesis still sent the cool, aloof Champion into a state of flustered meltdown.
This... this is...
She watched, mortified, as an intimate object flew from her person directly into Wade's waiting hand.
A deep blush painted her soft, snow-white features. Her composed demeanor shattered.
No—how are you using Psychic powers like this?! This is CHEATING!
"Garchomp~!"
Across the battlefield, Garchomp rose.
Despite taking a super-effective [Moonblast] from Gardevoir head-on, the ace Pokémon gritted its teeth and climbed back to its feet. Dragon-god bloodthirst gleamed in its eyes.
Still fighting. Still dangerous.
Cynthia heard her partner's urgent call and tightened her trench coat, forcing embarrassment down.
The battle continues. This is just Wade's strategy—disrupt my command.
"Garchomp—EARTHQUAKE!"
A dragon roar split the sky.
Garchomp's hind claws tore through the earth. Dust exploded upward. The solid ground disintegrated into spiderwebbed cracks, sending devastating shockwaves toward its opponent.
"Gardevoir—Extrasensory."
Wade's command synchronized perfectly with his partner.
Gardevoir's eyes glowed violet. Psychic energy erupted like a tidal wave—but instead of compressing into blades, it enveloped them both in a shimmering bubble.
The earthquake waves swept through—
And passed harmlessly beneath.
Float. Immunity.
Unlike rigid game mechanics, real battles cared about physics. Ground-types couldn't touch what wasn't touching the ground.
Cynthia's battle instincts screamed pursuit—
But [Telekinesis] struck again.
Her black trench coat, already strained by her defensive grip, shook violently. The fabric fought against her restraining hands, desperate to escape her tall, snow-soft form.
"Wait—WAIT!"
She gripped harder.
Too hard.
RIIIP.
The trench coat tore apart under the combined strain of her grip and Wade's psychic pull.
Without that thick layer of restraint, her snowy mounds—bra-less, free—perked against her thin white inner shirt. Not exposed, but visible. Every contour, every curve.
The battle wind stirred.
Those plush, soft peaks trembled. The sensitive pink buds beneath the fabric, teased by friction, bloomed into seductive rose. The cool Champion bit her cherry lip, throat catching—a shy whimper escaping despite her best efforts.
This isn't battle. This is... this is...
Normal unlimited battles were life-or-death struggles. Terrifying. Intense.
This? No death pressure. Only shame.
She clutched her chest with both hands, beautiful eyes misting. This method impacted her far more than any violent attack ever could.
Just as she teetered on the edge of complete meltdown—
[Telekinesis] activated again.
Junior brother... this is too MUCH!
Her lower body cooled.
She bit her lip harder, crescent brows furrowing. Her slender waist twisted in resistance—but the motion only made things worse. Her soft, fair legs shifted into an even more compromising position. The fabric covering her most private area slid faster.
Win or lose doesn't matter anymore. If this continues, I'll—
"I SURRENDER! "
The Sinnoh Champion clamped her legs together, crimson-faced, and shouted.
"Eh?!"
Olivia snapped out of her bewildered stupor.
It's... over?
She'd watched the entire exchange, cheeks burning almost as much as Cynthia's. That Telekinesis ability was devastating.
"The... the unlimited battle is won by the President!"
"Gardevoir~"
"Excellent work."
Wade stroked Gardevoir's head in praise, finally understanding his Pokémon's true strength.
Gardevoir, his strongest, could achieve a 7-3 split against Garchomp. Fairy-type advantage played a role—but the four attribute blessings? Those pushed her to terrifying levels.
The other Pokémon—Mienshao, Lopunny, and the rest—had reached strength roughly equivalent to Elite Four and Gym Leader mainstays. All those silver parties had yielded considerable gains.
And that incomplete Psychic power, [Telekinesis] ? The more he used it, the more proficient he became.
Truly a versatile ability.
"Dear Junior Brother~"
Wade looked up.
Cynthia approached, her cool, beautiful face arranged into an expression of theatrical resentment.
"Shouldn't you return that to me now?"
From the battle's climax until this very moment, the bra that had once cradled her voluptuous snowy assets had remained firmly in Wade's grasp.
Her cheeks burned anew.
This was supposed to be TRAINING. Instead, I feel like the one being trained!
"..." Wade cleared his throat with practiced dignity and extended the garment—now subtly carrying his scent—back to its owner.
Oh no. She definitely thinks I'm a pervert.
Cynthia accepted it with a soft, girlfriend-like hum and retreated to the Wooden Cabin to restore order.
When she emerged, she'd resumed her usual cool, aloof demeanor.
Almost.
The lingering blush on her features told a different story.
"Hmm..."
She tucked a strand of golden hair behind an already-reddened earlobe, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Was I angry? No.
In an unlimited battle, any means were justified. She'd had Garchomp attack him directly. He'd countered with Psychic powers. Fair exchange.
And the result? She'd lost her ability to calmly command. Unconventional. Effective.
A battle genius, this junior brother.
But this particular tactic only worked for him. Psychic users were rare—most could barely bend a spoon. Stripping opponents mid-battle to disrupt their focus? A fool's dream for anyone else.
Powerful Psychics like Sabrina or Caitlin? In a life-or-death unlimited battle, they'd simply annihilate the opposing Trainer physically. They wouldn't bother with... this.
"Next time." Cynthia's snowy cheeks still held a hint of pink as she raised a fist in mock威胁. "Warn me before using your Psychic powers."
Threat.
"Otherwise, I'll beat you up first~"
Her eyes sparkled with playful danger.
"You know your Senior Sister's fighting skills can knock out a Garchomp, right?"
"..."
Garchomp's face went blank.
Since when am I a UNIT OF MEASUREMENT for combat power?!
Wade watched the resentment transfer from Cynthia's features to Garchomp's and barely suppressed a laugh.
"Understood, Senior Sister."
He nodded solemnly, finally yielding under her escalating pressure.
Powerful Trainers aren't just about their Pokémon. Bruno, the Kanto Fighting Elite, could literally beat Machamp in hand-to-hand combat. Physical sanctification incarnate.
Cynthia wasn't that level, despite her bold claims. But she didn't need to be—she just needed to scare him.
And it worked.
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