Inside the Bathroom
[Deep Interaction with Farm Pokémon: Milotic +1]
[Beautiful Kin (Red)] x4
[Beautiful Kin (Purple)] x6
[Beautiful Kin (Purple/Red) ]: Doubles all physical attributes of the trait owner. When equipped to a Pokémon, greatly increases beauty and boosts same-type move power by 20%/30%. Grants a 20%/25% chance of inflicting the infatuated state on opponents.
The shower continued its gentle cascade. Veils of mist spread and enveloped the steamy space.
Wade, diligent as ever, still held the bathing rod—working tirelessly to clear that stubbornly clogged pipe.
"Gentle... gentle~ mmm... ooh..."
Milotic's voice was honey and need, soft as melting cream.
Both she and Mienshao qualified as "big rigs." But after careful comparison, Wade understood the difference.
Mienshao was offensive—full-frontal assault, often pinning the Trainer down for thorough ravaging.
Milotic? She was water. Gentle, enveloping, soft. She yielded to his touch, allowed herself to be manipulated, surrounded him with affectionate warmth.
And as a Water-type? Gentle. Charming. Plump. Juicy.
Whenever the bathing rod plunged deep to clear a blockage, the expanded pipe surged. Waves overflowed. The suction made withdrawal difficult—which only increased his force and speed.
Beautiful, reciprocal chaos.
"Little Master~"
After an eternity of bliss, Milotic sprawled on the wet floor, drenched in sweat. Her fair, snow-white arm wrapped weakly around Wade's neck. Her flushed face radiated tender affection. Amber eyes shimmered with love.
Her juices had far exceeded any other Pokémon Girl in the Wooden Cabin. But even she couldn't withstand the Trainer's power—enhanced by four traits, his thrusts were devastating.
Eventually, the once-wet, overflowing pipe ran completely dry.
Cleared. Finally.
Wade settled the soft, satisfied mermaid and allowed himself a moment's rest.
Beep-beep-beep!
A familiar car horn echoed from outside.
Right on time.
Outside the Wooden Cabin
Yoshino hopped out of his truck, rubbing his hands together with his usual grin.
"Anything to sell today?"
Wade nodded and gestured. Gardevoir's Psychic power lifted the stored goods from the warehouse—neatly stacked, perfectly preserved.
"Freshly harvested Leppa grain and Gungun beans. From this afternoon's work."
Yoshino approached, snapping off a single stalk. He peeled back the husk with practiced fingers.
Golden, plump grains spilled into view.
A rich, natural fragrance exploded into the air.
"Hmm." His eyes widened. "This quality... exceptional!"
Weighing. Calculating. Nodding.
"Alright—80,000 League coins total."
Higher than expected. The quality had spoken for itself: 30 coins per kilogram, no questions asked.
Wade tucked the thick stack into his pocket.
"Please wait a moment."
He disappeared into the cabin. Returned minutes later.
Yoshino's eyes widened.
In Wade's hands: a steaming plate of rice dumplings. Fragrant. Enticing. Mouth-watering.
Beside him, the sturdy Machamp's eyes went wide. Saliva pooled ungracefully.
"What's this?"
"Decisive Rice Dumplings." Wade smiled. "Made from Leppa grain. For you and Machamp—please, take them all."
Returning kindness.
The rainbow-quality fishing rod gift. The promise of future moomoo milk transport. Uncle Yoshino had done so much.
These dumplings—capable of enhancing Pokémon strength—felt like the perfect thanks.
Yoshino's weathered face softened.
This kid...
"Thank you kindly! Machamp's already drooling like a waterfall, haha!"
Yoshino's straightforward nature meant no false refusals. He accepted the rice dumplings with genuine warmth and a booming laugh.
Settled back in the driver's seat, he paused. Rolled down the window.
"Oh—almost forgot. Weather forecast says a cold snap's coming soon. Better prepare."
He studied the young farm owner—barely a month into this life—and added thoughtfully:
"Those fruit trees you planted? Saplings hate cold. Wrap their trunks with burlap, or they'll die off in days."
Days.
"And the Miltank? Cold makes their milk thin. Quality drops hard."
Wade absorbed every word. Gratitude warmed him despite the chill.
"Thank you, Uncle Yoshino. Truly."
He'd stepped out in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Now, standing longer, he shivered.
Weather is everything to a farmer.
Sun. Rain. Typhoons. Cold snaps. Each could make or break a season. One unprepared moment? Heavy losses.
Watching Yoshino's truck disappear, Wade exhaled.
"Guess I'm watching the weather forecast daily from now on."
In this world, meteorology worked differently. Satellites? Shot down by Rayquaza's population in the ozone layer. Instead, weather observers relied on Pokémon.
Vaporeon sensed moisture through its fins—trembling meant coming rain. Castform's cells changed with temperature and humidity—a Weather Institute staple.
And the truly powerful? They changed weather. Kyogre. Groudon. Rayquaza. Legendaries who shaped the world itself.
"Ruff~"
Houndoom Leader burst from the cabin, pressing against him.
Wade's shivering stopped.
Fire-types. Giant hand warmers.
He wondered what that warmth would feel like in... other contexts.
"Come on. Farm work first."
Flashlight. Burlap. Supplies gathered. They headed toward the Mountain Orchard.
"Ruff~"
The flashlight beam revealed the orchard.
Wade's stomach dropped.
Days ago, these berry saplings had been thriving. Now? Verdant leaf buds had softened, curled from cold. Tender branches withered, drooped, shriveled.
The soil sparkled with fine ice shards. Houndoom, thinking them treasure, mouthed one—only for it to instantly melt.
Ice.
Already.
"The cold snap... it's here."
Faster than expected.
If he hadn't come tonight? These saplings would be dead within days.
Wade grabbed burlap and began wrapping—frantically, methodically, desperately.
"Ruff! Ruff!"
Houndoom's urgent barks echoed deeper in the orchard.
What now?
Wade dropped the burlap and followed.
Deeper. Colder. His breath mist.
And then—he saw.
The saplings here weren't just frostbitten.
They were ice sculptures. Frozen solid. Unrecognizable.
Before he could process—
Movement.
A figure. Not far.
Three deep blue, rhomboid feathers crowned her head. A wide, flag-like tail draped to the frozen ground. She lay prone, radiating cold and nobility.
A bird Pokémon.
No.
The bird Pokémon.
[Name: Articuno]
[Type: Ice / Flying]
[Level: 60]
[Ability: Pressure] – Exerts pressure on opponents, consuming more stamina.
[Moves]: Reflect, Icicle Plate, Tailwind, Freeze-Dry, Roost, Ice Beam, Snowscape, Blizzard, Hurricane, Weather Ball, Light Screen, Air Slash, Brave Bird
[Equipped Traits]: None
Wade stared.
The cold snap.
This is why.