With a flash of psychic light, Gardevoir's Teleport deposited them directly into the Wooden Cabin.
"Excuse me~"
Unlike Rosa's wide-eyed first visit, the side-ponytailed gentlewoman maintained her poise—every movement graceful, every gesture refined. She exuded the quiet charm of a mature older sister.
For approximately three seconds.
Then Yamei's composure shattered.
"B-big brother?!"
She stammered, one trembling finger extended toward the scene before her. Her fair, delicate face flushed crimson in an instant.
"How... how can there be something so outrageous?!"
The Milk Cow Loli had launched herself at the farm owner the moment he appeared, and was now enthusiastically stuffing her ample, plush white mounds directly into Wade's mouth.
Yamei's mind went completely blank.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory surfaced—an urban legend she'd heard during her treasure hunter travels. Whispers of a certain farm owner who, beneath a glamorous exterior, secretly collected beautiful female Trainers and kept them on his property like Pokémon, engaging in inappropriate activities.
It's over. I've walked through that door, and now I'm going to be severely trained too!
"Sister Yami. Sister Yami."
Wade's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. When she didn't respond after several calls, he gently pinched her cheek.
"It's not what you think. Let me introduce you—this is Miltank."
"Mmm~"
The interrupted Milk Cow Loli pouted with mild resentment but obediently turned her cute, big eyes toward the newcomer.
"Eh?!"
Yamei blinked. Her dark green eyes suddenly lit with understanding.
"Oh! So this child is Miltank!"
With Wade's patient explanation—covering Gardevoir's psychic ability and the concept of Pokémon Girls—the well-traveled treasure hunter gradually nodded in comprehension. It was unusual, certainly. But after years of exploring ancient ruins and encountering the inexplicable, she'd learned to accept the unexpected.
If he hadn't explained, though...
Her pretty face ripened to a deeper crimson. She trembled slightly and lowered her head.
"It's fine. Strange first reactions are normal."
Wade didn't know exactly what she'd imagined, but as long as she wasn't calling Officer Jenny to invite him for a League hotpot meal, he counted it as a win.
"Hmm... I misunderstood." Yamei patted her flushed cheeks, gathering herself. "Let me make it up to you. I'll prepare dinner tonight!"
She straightened, eager to prove herself.
"Don't worry—I'm an excellent cook! I'll definitely satisfy you, big brother!"
Her confidence was almost comical after her earlier fluster, but Wade found it endearing.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Sister Yami."
While the gentlewoman bustled about the kitchen, Wade took Tinkaton to the pasture.
They'd left for Mt. Coronet at dawn and hadn't milked the Miltank yet.
"Moo~"
The new greenhouse had transformed the herd's quality of life. Days were spent roaming lush pastures, grazing and sunbathing. Evenings brought them back to the warm shelter, where special Pokémon food waited in the troughs and thick, dry straw invited leisurely dozing.
As Wade worked through the milking, he noticed something remarkable. The raw milk flowing into his buckets was different—exceptionally fragrant, visibly richer than before. The combination of the [Juicy] and [Fertile Body] traits, plus the Miltank's improved living conditions, had pushed quality to unprecedented heights. Dozens of times better than ordinary farm milk.
"Bururu~"
Beside him, Tinkaton beamed at the sight of high-quality milk streaming into bucket after bucket.
Later that evening, Wade sold the day's cave treasures to Uncle Yoshino during his regular farm visit.
League Calendar 2075, October 19th – Hiyori Town Farm Ledger
Income: Evolution Items (Dusk Stone, etc.) – 1,800,000₱
Expenses: None
Project Progress: Mt. Coronet Cave Expedition – COMPLETE
Farm Liquidity: 1,884,000₱
After transferring the funds to his Sinnoh League account, Wade retreated to his room to update the logbook. The raw milk itself wasn't counted here—it was reserved for the Kasumi General Group order.
In a day or two, the processing equipment arrives via Lapras Logistics. Installation. Then production begins.
He twirled his pen, unable to suppress a smile. Beyond milk processing, the herbs, Leppa grain, and Gungun beans were nearly ready for harvest. The next two weeks promised hard work—and significant profit.
"Big brother~ Dinner's ready!"
Sister Yami's clear, charming voice called from beyond the door.
"Coming~"
Midnight
The well-fed farm owner and his Pokémon Girls had long since drifted into sweet, peaceful dreams.
Hiss~
A shadow flowed through the open window like liquid darkness.
Hmm... just a simple, ordinary wooden cabin.
Darkrai surveyed her surroundings, her single visible eye gleaming with ancient amusement. After millennia sealed beneath Mt. Coronet, freedom was intoxicating. And for the Nightmare God, freedom meant only one thing: dragging humans and Pokémon into terrifying dreams and savoring their struggles.
She raised one shadow-wreathed hand. Swirling mist billowed outward, enveloping the entire cabin in supernatural haze.
Hiss~
Now. Which to torment first?
Pokémon in humanoid form didn't surprise her—Latias of Alto Mare possessed similar abilities, and she herself could assume an anthropomorphic shape if desired. But finding so many gathered in one small cabin? That was... unexpected.
Let's start with the cool one. The white-dressed gentlewoman on the sofa.
Gardevoir lay in elegant repose, her sheer white dress pooling around her like moonlight. Darkrai's eye glittered with anticipation.
Let's see what nightmares haunt such a composed soul.
She slipped into the dream.
[Guh-woo~ Master... wuu-ah-ah!]
[Yes, just like that... guh-woo-woo~]
[Mmm... I love Master so much...]
Darkrai's non-corporeal form stumbled.
Before her, Gardevoir—the cool, composed Gardevoir—was pouncing on her Trainer with the enthusiasm of a lovesick maiden, her sheer dress already half-discarded.
What?!
Darkrai's eye widened.
That flushed face doesn't look like a NIGHTMARE at all!
Her ancient worldview, built on millennia of terror, cracked. She watched, frozen, as the dream played out.
Finally—finally—the scene shifted toward something resembling nightmare territory. Gardevoir lay sprawled on a wet floor, utterly spent, yet her eyes still brimmed with desperate tears as her Trainer walked away.
"Wuwuwu... No... don't go! I... I still have strength!"
"Don't... don't leave me!"
Ah. Darkrai nodded, relieved. There it is. Abandonment. Loss. A proper—
She glanced at the real Gardevoir. The sleeping woman's face was flushed crimson, soft moans escaping her throat.
...That's not a nightmare expression.
Darkrai shook her head violently.
Strange. Very strange. Next.
She drifted through the living room and into the kitchen.
A pink-and-white loli in a cherry-puff dress slumped against a cabinet, beautiful eyes tightly shut. Empty candy wrappers surrounded her—Alcremie had clearly raided the kitchen before succumbing to sleep.
Perfect. Let's see what horrors await this one.
Darkrai slipped into the dream with renewed anticipation.
"Wuwu... Master... this p-position is so embarrassing~ ahhh!"
"Eeek! Too intense!"
"Guh... I... I can't take it anymore~!"
Yes! YES!
Darkrai watched with growing satisfaction as Alcremie writhed in the dream, hips wiggling frantically, high-pitched growls escaping her throat. The pink loli was clearly in agony—dreaming of being held by her Trainer and tormented for three hundred sixty-five days straight.
Her brows were tightly furrowed. Her lips were bitten raw. Her swan-like neck arched backward in unmistakable distress.
Finally. A proper nightmare.
Darkrai nodded approvingly.
Then she looked closer.
...Wait.
Alcremie's final dream scene unfolded before her.
The loli, covered in... substances... was curled in her Trainer's arms like a contented bento box. Her starry eyes were wet—not with tears of anguish, but with something else entirely. Her flushed face radiated bliss. Her small pink tongue lolled out unreservedly, letting droplets of fragrant saliva fall onto the plush, snowy mounds being wantonly kneaded.
"Mmm... eeeh~"
"Wuwu... it doesn't hurt anymore... I... I like it so much~!"
Darkrai's eye twitched.
...What kind of nightmare is this?!
But that wasn't the worst part.
After all that torment—after all that supposed suffering—Alcremie hadn't struggled or cried. Instead, her pale pink pupils had gone hazy, glazed with a watery sheen. Soft, sweet, languid moans escaped her delicate cherry lips.
She was enjoying it.
Darkrai had lived for millennia. She had witnessed empires fall, heroes break, civilizations crumble beneath the weight of their own nightmares. She had seen everything.
But this?
This was new.
She stared at the pink-and-white loli slumped against the wooden cabinet, honey-like fluid trickling down her chin, a blissful smile on her sleeping face.
Darkrai felt something she hadn't experienced in thousands of years.
Headache.
"NO!"
Her psychic scream rattled the kitchen cabinets.
"Are you people even HAVING nightmares?! Why does EVERYONE end up with a SWEET, INFATUATED SMILE, making PEACE SIGNS with their FINGERS?!"
She had drifted through most of the wooden cabin now. Gardevoir. Alcremie. Skitty—no, Delcatty. Lopunny. Mienshao. Even the little Miltank.
Each dream had started promisingly. Each had devolved into... that.
Darkrai's ancient worldview, built on millennia of terror and suffering, lay in smoking ruins.
Unlike common Darkrai—mere shadows who could only use Dark Void to induce sleep, powerless to shape dreams—she was different. Born with the divine authority to create nightmares, she could freely control and manipulate any sleeper's dreams.
In her pride, she rarely interfered directly. She didn't need to.
Thousands of years ago, merely the influence of her passive aura had plunged half the Sinnoh region into writhing, screaming terror. It had taken Cresselia herself—bearing the Lunar Wing and teaming with that era's Aura hero—to finally seal her beneath Mt. Coronet.
And now?
Now she couldn't even properly torment a handful of Pokémon Girls in a broken-down wooden cabin.
Her eye twitched.
No. This is unacceptable.
She turned her gaze toward the last room. The one at the end of the hall. The one belonging to him—that infuriating Trainer who had appeared in every single dream, the common denominator in all her failures.
Hiss~
A smile spread across Darkrai's shadowed features. Not a pleasant smile. The kind of smile that made lesser beings instinctively run.
Alright. Fine. If indirect methods won't work...
She floated toward the door, darkness pooling around her like a living thing.
I'll handle this personally.
Let's see how YOU like a properly crafted nightmare~
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