The forest fire was contained—Articuno's snowscape holding the flames at bay. But the Hunter organization remained elusive.
Wade instructed Articuno to patrol above, ensuring no more explosions, then led his Pokémon into the forest.
A sky-shattering roar echoed through the trees.
He followed the sound—and found a Trainer under attack.
After dispatching Ursaring with a single Hydro Pump—the beast blasted dozens of meters away, completely unconscious—Wade turned to the blue-haired girl still slumped on the ground.
"My name is Wade. I'm a farm owner nearby." He extended his hand. "Can you stand?"
Large snowflakes drifted down.
As the girl lifted her head, he finally saw her clearly.
Long blue-brown hair cascaded like a waterfall. Streaked side strands were tied into two small ponytails with light yellow butterfly hair ties. Beneath the styled hair, willow eyebrows arched with gentle, pure temperament. Moist, sparkling azure blue eyes radiated youthful vitality and soft, delicate charm.
A fitted black top gently enveloped her delicate figure. Her plump, fair bosom—still startled from recent events—trembled with alluring soft waves beneath the thick fabric. Pleasing to the eye, yet without any sense of exposure.
A pink cherry-colored skirt reached her knees, concealing her fair, snowy long legs. A pair of black short socks naturally fell, completely encasing her delicate feet within high-top boots.
She looks familiar.
He extended his hand.
"Thank you~"
Her slender hand was soft. Ice cream-soft. One firm squeeze would leave a red mark.
She stumbled to her feet, nearly falling into his arms.
"M-my name is Akane." Her pretty face flushed. "Th-thank you for your help, Mr. Wade."
The forest fire. The sudden blizzard. The violent, bloodthirsty Ursaring.
Helplessness. Near despair.
Then—a black-haired youth appeared through flying snow. Commanded the most beautiful Pokémon. One Hydro Pump reversed everything.
More shocking than any Contest victory.
The confident, straightforward girl lowered her head. Fair cheeks bloomed faint pink.
"Don't be so formal. I shouldn't be much older than you."
Wade's gentle reassurance came from genuine understanding. In this world, Trainers couldn't begin their journey until eighteen. Akane—fourth generation's female protagonist—had clearly just started.
"Then—then—"
Infected by his smile, she brightened. Emerald blue eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Can I call you Big Brother Wade?"
"Piplup Piplup~!"
The revived Piplup chirped excitedly.
"Of course."
Wade and Milotic exchanged glances—and smiled.
Compared to Rosa (gentle, busty), Akane was more lively, more cheerful.
Compared to Olivia (efficient, seductive), Akane possessed decisive independence.
Youthful vivacity. Older sister decisiveness. Both.
Refreshing.
"Yay—!"
The blue-haired girl nearly jumped with joy. A beautiful smile spread across her fair, snowy face.
Then—gasp.
"Ugh... it hurts!"
The energetic little penguin, mid-high-five, met only empty air.
"Piplup Piplup!"
"What's wrong?"
Wade caught the little one mid-air—it had been walking on nothing and finally fell. He looked at the girl beside him, now hunched over in pain.
"Waaah... it must be from when I rushed to hug Piplup..."
Akane pressed her back, eyes brimming with tears.
When Ursaring attacked, she'd thrown herself forward without thinking—to protect her partner. At first, nothing felt wrong. But as time passed, sharp, stinging pain shot through her back.
The energetic blue-haired girl hunched over, unable to suppress her whimpers.
"Don't move. Let me see."
Wade stopped her from shifting further.
His expression shifted.
When he'd pulled her up from the front, he hadn't seen her back. Now—the view was clear. The back of her form-fitting black top was torn, friction-burned from the ground. Faint bruises and bloody scratches peeked through.
Skin abrasion. Classic.
The outer layer had offered some protection, but under that force? Her smooth, fair skin couldn't withstand the impact.
If not treated promptly...
He always carried Potions. Force of habit.
"We don't know how severe this is yet. Lie on my lap first—we need to treat the wounds."
He took the special Potion from Gardevoir, found a small snow-free clearing, and sat down gently. He looked up at the blue-haired girl clutching her waist.
Finding the Hunters mattered. But leaving her like this? She wouldn't make it out of the forest.
"Huh?!"
Her eyes widened. Bewitching pink bloomed across snow-white cheeks. The pain was instantly overwhelmed by shyness.
Treating the wounds... means... pulling up her top... lying prone... on his lap...
Her cheerful, straightforward demeanor vanished. Emerald blue eyes darted in panic—misting with moisture. Fair, delicate fingers tangled together. Small mouth opened, too embarrassed to speak.
Vulnerable. Cute.
"My dear Miss—you wouldn't want lumbar spine problems at such a young age, would you?"
Wade tilted his head, calm and gentle.
"Untreated wounds can leave scars."
Two sentences. The shy girl short-circuited.
Compared to the shame of lying in Wade's arms with her top raised? Lumbar problems and scars were far more terrifying.
"I... I understand~"
She covered her flushed face with trembling fingers, gently curved her beautiful back, and lay prone on Wade's lap.
Wuwu... Wade-gege is definitely a demon~
The forest had just burned. Now, heavy snow fell. No people. No wild Pokémon.
The Ursaring—blasted meters away—had long since fled, sensing the vast power gap.
So, though this position was embarrassing, only the black-haired youth would see. Aside from shyness, she felt no resistance.
"If it hurts, tell me."
He gently lifted her top.
A back as fair as snow emerged. Soft, plump tenderness beneath his fingers—but marred by unpleasant bruises and bloody scratches.
"G... gently~"
The cotton swab touched a bruise. Whimpers escaped her throat.
Her snowy mounds—released by the lifted top—trembled instinctively. Soft, plump breasts pressed against the thighs beneath her. Sensitive flesh and buds flushed bewitching red.
Cold snowy day. Yet heat spread through her body.
Stinging pain from the medicine. Wade's warm breath so close. Tingling pleasure from pressed snow peaks.
Three sensations mixed. She was in disarray.
After treating and bandaging the wounds, Wade set the Potion aside.
Observation complete.
The injuries weren't as severe as they'd seemed. Frightening at first glance, but only affecting the surface skin.
People in this world had stronger constitutions. A few days' rest, and she'd heal completely.
If she wanted to recover faster, new treatment methods could help. Massaging the buttocks promoted blood circulation and relieved muscle stiffness.
"Wade-gege~ Mmm-wuwu... th... there too... if it's massaged... wu-yi-yi..."
Permission granted.
Wade raised his hand. Gentle. Deliberate.
His rough fingers sank into the tender, springy flesh of the blue-haired girl's buttocks. Even through her clothing, he could feel the plump softness of those two honeyed mounds.
Warmth lingered—then rhythm.
Kneading. Rubbing. Bringing as much creamy, snowy buttock under his control as possible. Soft, seductive flesh spilled between his fingers—clinging flatteringly to the farm owner's touch.
Intensely tempting. Smooth. Fine.
"Yi-wuwuwu th... this feeling... mmm... so... so comfortable yi-ya-ya..."
Under his massage, Akane became a cat in heat. Her blush seemed capable of squeezing water from her snow-like complexion. Misty blue eyes blurred—filtered by pleasurable tears.
Her seductive, full, black-stocked long legs pressed together. Her soft, snowy buttocks—a fleshy toy ball in Wade's palm—were kneaded into various seductive shapes.
Lustful, tingling moans escaped.
"Alright. Not a serious problem."
Wade sensed her snowy buttocks had completely softened. He stopped the massage, gently ruffled her soft blue hair.
"Just avoid strenuous activity for the next few days."
He looked at her thin clothing.
"Take my jacket. Don't catch a cold."
Articuno's snowscape had enveloped Hiyori Forest. Without enough layers, she'd surely fall ill.
He draped his black jacket over her shoulders.
"Thank you, Wade-gege~"
Her watery eyes softened. A warm glow appeared on her pure face—flushed red and white. Hard to tell if from cold wind or lingering massage pleasure.
Wade nodded, satisfied.
"By the way—Hiyori Forest is dangerous right now. If you don't have other business..."
WOOF WOOF—!
A red-and-white dog-like Pokémon darted out, barking fiercely.
Then—a motorcycle roar.
A woman's voice cut through the trees.
"Growlithe! Have you found them?!"