Dragonair extended its tongue to curl up the powdered feed in Delia's palm. The moment its tongue touched the powder, the entire Dragonair froze.
Then, it began to wag its tail frantically, letting out a series of incredibly satisfied low purrs from its throat.
This is just too delicious!
Dragonair's eating manner completely disregarded its image; it licked the feed from Delia's palm in large gulps, its mouth covered in powder. Its unrestrained eating style was like a completely different dragon compared to its elegant posture underwater just a moment ago.
Seeing Dragonair eating so happily, Delia was also pleased. She gently raised her other hand and tentatively reached out toward Dragonair's head.
As her fingertips touched the top of Dragonair's head, it instinctively flinched.
Its movements stopped, tongue still sticking out, but its body shrank back slightly, eyes watching Delia's hand warily.
Its vigilance was still there.
However, Delia was still holding the feed in her palm, and that aroma kept wafting into its nose.
Dragonair looked at Delia's hand, then at the delicious feed in her palm.
Hesitation.
Conflicted.
Delia didn't force it; she simply kept her hand there, motionless, her gaze gentle and patient.
Dragonair looked at the feed again.
And then.
It raised its head and proactively pressed it against Delia's palm.
Forget it, whatever.
I'll finish eating first.
Dragonair found an excuse for itself in its heart, and then continued to bury its head in a frenzy of eating with a clear conscience, its tail wagging so hard it sent splashes flying everywhere.
Delia's hand gently stroked the smooth top of Dragonair's head. The feel was even better than she had imagined—cool and slippery, like silk dipped in water.
When Dragonair got impatient from being petted, it would shake its head, but its mouth never stopped, taking bite after bite.
When Dratini turned its head and saw this scene, the entire dragon was stunned on the spot.
It looked at its mother.
Its mother was burying her entire face in Delia's palm, her tongue frantically licking the powdered feed, her tail wagging like a windmill, looking incredibly happy.
"Ne ne..."
Dratini's mouth twitched.
Mom...
Didn't you just say yourself that you wouldn't be tempted by gourmet food?
What happened to not leaving with humans?
You really aren't leaving with the human, but you've almost licked the human's hand clean!
Dratini complained frantically in its heart, remembering Dragonair's words from earlier—'How could a mother be tempted by gourmet food? Mom isn't a fool who would follow a human just for food.'
Looking at Dragonair's appearance now...
Dratini felt that its mother's dignity had probably been thrown all the way to the other side of the lake.
It sighed and turned its little head back, finding that Roy was still gently stroking the top of its head.
Forget it.
Since Mom is already like that, it's no big deal if I get petted a bit here.
And this human's stroking really feels so comfortable.
Dratini narrowed its eyes and nuzzled its head further into Roy's palm.
On the shore.
Misty crouched nearby, her hands clenched into fists against her chin, her shoulders hunched up in tension.
Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the image of Roy stroking Dratini, her lips trembling slightly from excitement.
Dratini didn't dodge.
It didn't dodge when Roy stroked its head.
It even rubbed against Roy's palm!
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Misty's heart was screaming frantically, but on the surface, she suppressed her voice with all her might, not daring to be too loud for fear of scaring Dratini away.
She grabbed Roy's other arm, her fingers pinching his sleeve and shaking it vigorously.
"Roy! Roy!"
Her voice was extremely low, but her speech was as fast as a machine gun, every word carrying irrepressible excitement.
"This Dratini! It seems to really like you!"
Misty's face was flushed, her eyes shining as if there were stars inside; she was just one step away from spinning in circles on the spot.
"Quick! Catch it quickly!"
She was almost biting Roy's ear as she spoke, her voice low and urgent, her breath blowing on his ear, hot and itchy.
"This is a super rare Dragon-type Pokemon! Do you know how rare it is?! Many Trainers spend their whole lives without seeing one even once!"
As Misty spoke, she became so excited that even her legs started to shake. Her cross-legged sitting posture tilted, and she didn't even notice that a large portion of her fair thighs was exposed.
Her mind was now full of 'catch it, catch it, catch it.'
Even though Dratini was close to Roy and not her, what did that matter?
She was already Roy's woman after all.
At this thought, Misty's heart beat even faster, and her chest felt warm.
If Roy caught it, wouldn't that be the same as her owning it too?
She could see Dratini anytime, watch it grow, watch it evolve, and in the future, she could even pet and hug it.
Besides, this was her man's Pokemon, so by extension, it was hers.
What was the difference?
Furthermore...
Her entire being belonged to Roy, so there was no need to distinguish between what was hers and what was his.
Thinking of this, Misty's face grew even redder, but her heart felt sweet.
"Quick, quick~"
Misty shook Roy's arm again, her voice carrying a hint of Charm, her body unconsciously leaning in, her soft chest pressing against his arm.
"Roy, hurry up and catch it~ This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity~"
Her breathing was a bit hurried, her lips almost touching Roy's ear, and as she spoke, her warm breath blew all over his auricle.
"If you miss this chance, you won't get another one~"
While stroking Dratini's head, Roy felt the soft touch on his arm and the warm, moist breath by his ear.
He turned his head and glanced at Misty.
Misty was looking at him expectantly, her eyes full of anticipation and excitement, her lips slightly parted, pink and moist, only a few centimeters away from his face.
Roy raised his hand and patted Misty's head.
"I know, don't be in such a hurry."
Misty was stunned for a moment after having her head patted, and then her face instantly turned red down to her neck. Her heart thundered, and she quieted down like a cat that had been smoothed over.
But she still couldn't help but urge him again in a small voice.
"Then hurry up..."
Her voice was soft and weak, completely lacking the urgency from before, and instead having an indescribable sweetness.
Just as Roy reached for the poke ball at his waist...
"Stop!!!"
A voice came from the direction of the woods, urgent and panicked, accompanied by heavy breathing, as if the person had run a long way.
"Stop! You're not allowed to catch it!!"
"You're not allowed to catch Dratini!!"