"Ugh..."
Wade stirred groggily, a dazzling light piercing through his eyelids. He forced his eyes open, trembling.
"Awake? You little fish farm owner~"
A tall, cold, and devastatingly beautiful woman strode into the massive chamber.
Waterfall-white hair cascaded to her slender waist, the ends brushing against the full, rounded curves of her hips with each step. Her snow-pale face was stunning—exquisitely flawless, yet carrying an icy beauty that made hearts stop. Deep, glowing blue eyes regarded him with predatory interest, tinged with a mature, alluring charm.
A black slit skirt flowed to the floor like liquid shadow, clinging to her impossibly ripe figure. Every curve was outlined in perfect, sinful detail. Her round, full breasts strained against the fabric, rising and falling with each breath, nearly escaping their silken prison. Her waist was cinched to a hand-span—delicate, almost fragile against the lushness above and below. Through the skirt's slit, a pair of snow-white legs gleamed like polished jade—long, fair, impossibly graceful.
If one could ignore the crazed, yandere aura radiating from her, she would inspire worship. Kneeling. Complete surrender.
"Allow me to introduce myself." She leaned close, one slender finger tapping his cheek with mock affection. "I am Darkrai. A pleasure to meet you~"
Wade's blood ran cold.
Darkrai.
He looked down—ropes. Everywhere. Binding him to the chair. Then at the woman before him, smiling that terrifying smile. Then past her, at the chamber's contents.
Long, cruel leather whips. Tall red oil candles. Heavy, sturdy handcuffs. Branding irons, still steaming. Sharp, silver-gleaming nails.
This wasn't a simple nightmare.
This was a torture chamber.
It's over. I released her. The strongest Darkrai in history—and now she's going to kill me in my dreams.
"Hehe~" Darkrai's laugh was music wrapped in madness. "Shall I drip wax on you, little by little? Or perhaps wrap a rope around your throat—here, then here—and slowly... tighten~?"
Her cold, beautiful face, surrounded by instruments of pain, was the stuff of nightmares given form.
She'd thought long about how to craft the perfect nightmare for this black-haired youth. Betrayal? Defeat? Death?
Then she remembered. Thousands of years ago—images of farm owners disciplining their slaves.
Discipline.
The word had sparked something delicious.
She'd conjured this chamber from memory, each instrument more terrifying than the last. Now she could barely contain her excitement.
"Hmm... wax and rope still aren't quite enough~ Whips seem more interesting~"
Sizzle—
She tilted hot oil over a waiting whip, steam rising. Her eyes gleamed as she raised it.
"Ah Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle, my dear little fish"
Her ferocious smile twisted her beautiful features. She lived for this—whip marks branding red into tender skin, cries of pain, tears of sorrow.
If she could hear a desperate "Master" escape his lips?
Perfect.
She raised the whip—
And it stopped.
Darkrai blinked.
The whip, slick with hot oil, hung suspended in mid-air. Then, impossibly, it tugged—pulling free from her grip and flying across the room.
Into Wade's bound hands.
Darkrai stared.
What.
Wade stared too.
He looked at the whip. Then at his hands. Then at Darkrai.
Telekinesis.
The incomplete psychic power he'd developed—he'd used it instinctively when the whip descended. And it had worked.
Wait.
He replayed the moment in his mind. The whip, snatched from her hand. The power, responding perfectly.
Not just clothing. Not just objects. Anything they hold.
His gaze drifted from the whip... to Darkrai's trembling form.
If I can take what's in her hand... what about what's on her hand? What about... parts of her?
On the other side, Darkrai remained frozen in shock.
This was her dream. Her creation. Her absolute dominion.
And this human—this farm owner—had just bypassed her control entirely. Snatched an object from her grasp as if she were nothing.
Not even Cresselia, her eternal rival, could do that in a dreamscape.
"You..." Her voice trembled. She stepped back instinctively. "How did you DO that?!"
For the first time in millennia, Darkrai felt something unfamiliar crawling up her spine.
Fear.
"I don't know. Ask my Psychic power."
Wade's chuckle was light, almost amused, as he watched the nervous white-haired yandere before him.
Darkrai's control over this dream was absolute—for anyone else. But against his Psychic power? She was helpless.
Let's start simple. Something soft... something fair...
His gaze drifted downward.
In an instant, Darkrai felt a surge of heat flood through her body. Her slender, snow-white form began to tremble—not from fear, but from something far more unsettling.
What—what is happening?!
This time, it wasn't the whip moving.
It was her butt.
"Eh?! WAIT—!"
The Nightmare God, ancient and terrible, flew through the air as if struck by Extreme Speed. Straight toward the bound farm owner.
Wade's position was deliberately inconvenient—hands locked to the chair's sides, only minimal wrist rotation possible through the ropes. But [Telekinesis] had a beautiful property: whatever he imagined would inevitably arrive in his palm.
So if I imagine her—
"Mmm—wuwu~!"
Darkrai's shocked cry echoed as she tumbled forward, landing perfectly positioned before him. Her full, perky, honeyed bottom rose invitingly.
And collided with Wade's waiting palm.
Slap.
Silence.
Then—waves. Rippling, alluring waves of soft flesh responding to that first contact.
Exceeds expectations.
Wade marveled internally at the sensation. Colored-grade Psychic power, even incomplete, was truly a conceptual god. The softness filling his palm was beyond description—elastic, fleshy, perfect.
The arrogant Nightmare Goddess, who moments ago had threatened him with whips and hot oil, now knelt before him. Her snow-white, smooth bottom presented itself to her seated "Master" like an offering.
Under his palm, it molded. Shifted. Responded to every knead and squeeze, taking on shapes both seductive and lewd.
The Nightmare God's touch really is something else.
A long moment passed.
Then—a chilling voice, dripping with barely contained fury.
"Have you... squeezed... enough?! You insignificant farm owner!"
[Telekinesis] had a limitation: once the initial seizure completed, the target regained independent movement. And Darkrai had definitely regained hers.
That warmth, still kneading her without permission. That human, defiling her divine form.
Her pale face twisted—shame giving way to incandescent rage.
"Heh... hehahahahaha!"
Mad laughter filled the chamber.
"How DARE you profane me like this! I'll kill you!"
Wade merely shrugged.
"Sorry. You're a bit too loud."
"Mm—?!"
[Telekinesis – Tongue Summons] Activated.
Before she could unleash the nightmare fury building within her, Darkrai's soft cherry lips moved. Against her will. Toward the black-haired youth.
No—NO—!
"Mmnn—gulp..."
Was she kissing him? Was she being kissed? The distinction blurred as their lips met.
Soft. Sweet. Enticing.
Her eyes remained wide—disbelief, fury, and something else flickering in their depths.
Then fury surged again. He touched my butt, and now he's—
She prepared to bite. To tear his lip, to draw blood, to—
Her tongue moved.
[Telekinesis – Tongue Wrestling] Activated.
Wet. Warm. Eager.
Her soft tongue climbed over his, twining and tangling in passionate combat. Strands of crystal-clear saliva escaped the corner of her cherry lips, trailing down her chin.
She couldn't stop. As long as his tongue remained active, hers would respond.
The white-haired yandere, on the verge of murderous rage, could only endure. Watch as her own body betrayed her. Watch as that hateful farm owner teased her into submission.
When the kiss finally ended, Darkrai was breathless. Her snowy cheeks, usually so pale, now bloomed with faint, unfamiliar color.
Wade studied her carefully.
Retreat when the enemy advances. Advance when the enemy retreats.
If he didn't press this advantage, the moment she recovered—that oil-soaked whip would become very real. Three lashes and his soul would be scattered across Sinnoh.
Sumimasen, Officer. I'm just defending myself.
[Telekinesis] Activate.
Darkrai felt it immediately. A new target. A new seizure.
Her trembling snowy peaks—her breasts—began moving toward that warm, waiting palm.
"No... NO MORE!"
The Nightmare Goddess's composure shattered completely. The [Dark Pulse] she'd been charging, the attack meant to annihilate this insolent human, dissipated as panic overwhelmed rage.
"You... you CAN'T—!"
Her pale face burned crimson. Her ancient, arrogant mind, which had witnessed millennia of history, had no frame of reference for this.
Her fair, plump breasts hovered inches from that warmth. Inches from that hand that had already claimed her bottom, her lips, her tongue.
And suddenly—she remembered.
The nightmares she'd observed earlier. Gardevoir's flushed face. Alcremie's blissful moans. The way they'd welcomed what this man did to them.
Oh no.
Oh no no no—
Her butt had been kneaded. Her lips kissed. If her chest was about to be touched next... then the step after that would be...
No... NO! This is too much!
Darkrai crushed the rising shame threatening to overwhelm her and screamed:
"RELEASE THE DREAM! NOW!!!"
Wade's eyes snapped open.
Darkness. Soft bedding. The familiar ceiling of his room.
...She ran.
The arrogant Nightmare Goddess, ancient and terrible, had finally broken. The confinement room collapsed, the torture instruments vanished, and he was back in reality.
Along with—apparently—lingering dream instincts.
He blinked. Looked down at his hand.
Something soft. Something plush. Something—
He squeezed experimentally.
"Sister... Yami?"
A cream-scented handful of plump flesh confirmed his suspicion.
The gentle older sister was on his bed. And his hand had found a very sensitive target.
I was just regretting not being able to properly ravage Darkrai's mounds... and now this?
"Mmm—hmm~!"
Yamei's body convulsed at the sudden contact. Her arm, which had been supporting her weight, gave out completely. Her delicate, charming form collapsed forward—directly onto Wade.
She'd climbed onto his bed at some point. Her upper body now hovered directly above him, their faces inches apart.
"Wuwuwu... it's... it's not what big brother thinks~!"
Even without lights, her rosy flush was visible. Her jade-like eyes were completely wet. Her delicate body, pressed against his, trembled uncontrollably.
She tried to explain through stammering embarrassment.
"I... I had a nightmare... a terrible one... and I couldn't bear to sleep alone in my room... so I... I came to big brother..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she recalled the dream. The horrors she'd witnessed. The fears made manifest.
Wade understood immediately.
Darkrai.
The Nightmare Goddess's influence had touched everyone in the cabin. If not for his Psychic abilities, he'd have suffered the same fate—whips, hot oil, torture.
For someone who wasn't a masochist? Genuinely a nightmare.
"It's alright." He shifted, making space. "Sleep here tonight."
"O-okay~"
Yamei lay down on her side, trembling. Though the bed was large enough, the nightmare's lingering fear drew her closer to the black-haired youth beside her.
His warmth brushed against her. Her delicate body flushed, heating as if touched by flames.
Wade's eyes drifted closed.
Minutes passed.
Then—a soft whisper.
"Big brother... c-can we... hug while we sleep?"
The Next Morning
Perhaps because she'd used Wade as a human body pillow all night, Yamei slept deeply and sweetly. No nightmares disturbed her. She clung to the farm owner until ten in the morning before finally stirring.
Now she stood at the farm's edge, packed and ready.
"Have a safe journey, Sister Yami."
Her ankle had healed completely. Chansey waited patiently at her side. The treasure hunter's path called.
"I will!" She beamed. "And I wish big brother's farm great success!"
She turned to go—then spun back.
"Oh! And if I find any treasure maps you'd like... I'll definitely return for you!"
Before Wade could respond, she darted forward. Hugged him tightly. Pressed a quick, burning kiss to his cheek.
Then she fled like the wind, face crimson.
Wade touched his cheek. A faint strawberry mark remained.
Next time we meet... will it be with news of that Terrific Sweet Honey?
He smiled. The outwardly mature, inwardly childlike gentlewoman was truly endearing.
Farm Progress
After seeing Yamei off, good news arrived on two fronts.
First: the bug-repelling herbs and healing herbs in the medicinal field were ready for harvest. Ripe, abundant, waiting.
Second: the raw milk processing equipment—arranged by Akane and shipped from Johto—had crossed the Cutpeak Sea and was currently unloading at Hiyori Town pier.
Installation soon. Then production begins.
As for Darkrai? Who knew where she'd fled.
Wade briefly considered the power difference. If she hadn't transformed into a Pokémon Girl during their encounter, he'd have been helpless against the true Nightmare Goddess. Moving forward, he'd need the Pokémon Girls to take turns on night watch.
But that was a problem for later.
He surveyed his thriving farm. The morning sun painted everything gold.
"Alright, everyone—let's get to work!"
"Sha~!"