"Two hundred percent boosts?!"
Wade stared at the system panel, genuinely stunned.
No wonder that battle was so brutal.
The creator god Arceus's blessing was no joke—this bonus exceeded even his rainbow-colored traits.
Beside him, Cynthia's composure cracked. Her eyes widened.
"This is the Icicle Plate?!"
Though she'd never seen the crystalline blue artifact, her archaeologist's instincts screamed recognition.
Sinnoh legend told of Arceus—creator of the universe, father of Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina. The first two commanded time and space; the third ruled the Reverse World, master of antimatter.
And from his remaining power, Arceus had forged nineteen plates.
Eighteen for the types—like this Icicle Plate.
And one final, legendary plate, containing infinite power, corresponding to all attributes simultaneously.
Absorbing THAT? No wonder Articuno went berserk.
Wade tucked the plate away safely, then turned to the blue-haired beauty on his bed.
"Let me piece this together." He met her crystalline eyes. "You were flying near Mt. Coronet. Saw suspicious people digging in the ruins. Team Galactic, probably."
Articuno's slight nod confirmed it.
"You hit them with a Blizzard, drove them off. Then—curiosity got the better of you. You touched the plate. Absorbed its power. And lost yourself."
"Mm-hmm~"
Her gentle nod was almost shy now. The violent madness was gone, replaced by her true nature: gentle, graceful, kind.
Blue-and-white gauze framed her jade-like face—cold and alluring, like a snow lotus on a high mountain peak. Sacred. Untouchable.
Yet close enough to catch her faint, frosty fragrance.
Frost-like eyelashes trembled. Crystalline blue eyes misted.
"I'm sorry... I..." Her cherry lips parted, eager to promise compensation.
Before she could finish—
Two fingers pressed gently against her pink lips.
"Mmph~"
"You'll make it up to me later." Wade tapped her forehead with mock annoyance, then eased her back onto the bed. "For now—rest."
His heart ached.
Cultivated fields. The herb garden. The Mountain Orchard with its precious berry seedlings. All devastated overnight by Ice Beam and Blizzard.
Guardian of the snowy mountain? High-ranking secondary deity?
Damage the farm? You will compensate.
His compensation plan for this blonde beauty was already forming.
"Okay... okay, Master~"
Articuno's teary-eyed submission was achingly pitiful. The battle had drained her; weakness lingered in every limb. After brief conversation, Wade let her rest—in his bed.
Problem.
Where would he sleep?
Sleeping beside Articuno sounded wonderful—that cool, comfortable touch, that faint frost fragrance. But as soon as she drifted off, her body's natural chill spread uncontrollably.
He'd lasted a few minutes before shivering violently.
Share a bed? Frozen solid by midnight.
Only one option remained.
Wade stroked his chin thoughtfully, expression perfectly serious.
"Senior Sister." He turned to the blonde Champion, still patiently waiting. "It's late. You should go to your room."
"Eh?!"
Cynthia jumped. Caught staring. Again.
She cleared her throat with practiced dignity, tucking a strand of golden hair behind a blushing ear.
"Then... where will you sleep, Junior Brother?"
Not the first time those affectionate eyes have lingered on him.
And she'd felt that chill too.
Under Articuno's lingering aura, Wade's room had transformed into an ice cellar. Uninhabitable.
Perfect.
He shrugged casually, retrieving a small blanket from the frozen chamber.
"Guess I'll sleep on the sofa."
???
Cynthia's brain stuttered.
S...shouldn't he naturally come to SENIOR SISTER'S room?!
Her cheeks, already flushed with shy anticipation, now burned with bewildered frustration. A critical hit—ten thousand points of damage.
This infuriating junior brother! Not playing by the rules AGAIN!
She scrambled for recovery.
"The sofa will be freezing by midnight." Her voice was carefully casual. "You could always..."
True. Articuno was pacified, but the cold wave hadn't stopped. Temperatures would keep dropping. One night on that sofa meant certain cold.
Wade's expression softened with touched gratitude.
He thinks I'm just worried about his health. Perfect.
"Don't worry." He smiled warmly. Then—the dagger dropped. "One blanket isn't enough, but I have alternatives."
He gestured.
Cynthia followed his gaze.
More than a dozen long-haired beauties in black bras. Fire-type Houndoom, their snowy mounds barely contained. Just being near them radiated heat waves.
Sleeping while hugging them? Absolutely.
Whether they'd just sleep? Questionable.
Their eyes had already transformed into ambiguous heart shapes.
Cynthia's mind raced.
Midnight. Kissing. Exposure. Multiple partners. Copulation—
She bit her cherry lip. Her fair, slender legs trembled.
That's not SLEEPING!
That's a GANGBANG!
The Houndoom pack didn't wait for midnight.
Summoned by their Trainer, they swarmed in Pokémon Girl form—hazy eyes, eager expressions, surrounding him completely.
The innocent, lively canine girl hugged his arm, her soft, plump breasts pressing against him in dazzling waves.
The petite, energetic loli looked up adoringly, her jade-like demon horns receiving gentle caresses—happy moans escaping her throat.
The plump, graceful mature woman licked dry lips, fair fingers wandering over his clothes, her succubus heart-shaped tail drawing ambiguous circles in the air.
And the Houndoom Leader—closest of all—had completely transformed. The ice queen was flushed. She peeled open her straining bra, plump spheres barely restrained, and offered them to the Trainer's lips.
If I don't act NOW, they'll drain him completely!
Cynthia moved.
Her amber eyes blazed with firm light. Champion aura erupted—noble, aloof, impossible to ignore.
Even the proud Houndoom Leader flinched. The pack trembled, retreating instinctively.
"NO."
Cynthia bypassed them all, elegant smile fixed, slender hand gripping Wade's wrist with irresistible force.
"Tonight—you sleep with ME."
"Eh?!"
Wade barely processed before being dragged toward her room.
Inside the Guest Room
Wade stared at the ceiling, helpless.
My Houndoom gangbang. Ruined.
Cynthia lay on her side, back turned, shy and still.
The bed was smaller than his. Spacious enough for one—cramped for two.
One slight movement, and he felt everything.
Her plump, ripe buttocks pressed against his waist. Jade-soft flesh swayed slightly. A soft groan escaped her. The hand he gently held trembled.
This is...
"R-right." Her voice was strained, desperate for normalcy. "You mentioned Team Galactic. Excavating ruins at Mt. Coronet. Searching for Arceus plates?"
Small talk. In this position.
Wade almost laughed.
Pressing down her lingering shyness, Cynthia forced herself to focus.
The Icicle Plate revelation. Articuno's story. She'd heard it all.
To most, the name Team Galactic meant nothing. But to a professional archaeologist? The implications were terrifying.
After Arceus scattered the plates across the world, Mt. Coronet—closest to the divine site—became a treasure trove of ruins. It was entirely plausible that one or two plates remained hidden within.
But the name Wade had casually mentioned...
"A large group. Star-themed codenames. Black, white, and gray uniforms." Cynthia's amber eyes sharpened. "If Articuno's description is accurate—that's them."
In Sinnoh, "Team Galactic" drew blank stares. But the Galactic Group?
Thunder in the ears.
One of Sinnoh's largest enterprises. Towering office buildings in Eterna City and Veilstone City. Massive machinery research. Bottomless funds. Countless personnel.
And its president—Cyrus—was a complete villain.
Wade chose his words carefully.
"The League should watch them. Pressure from the front. Undercover infiltration." He met her gaze. "My intuition says they're planning something huge. And dangerous."
Unlike other criminal bosses, Cyrus wanted nothing so mundane. Not money. Not power. Not stolen Pokémon or regional destruction.
He wanted to use Dialga and Palkia to create a new world.
Wade knew the whole plan. But predicting the future? Too shocking. Too suspicious.
This will have to do.
"Hmm..." Cynthia's brow furrowed. "Tricky."
Based on current evidence, the League couldn't act. Collecting plates? Excavating ruins? Not crimes. And the Galactic Group's corporate status made aggressive moves politically dangerous.
But if they're after the plates...
Her pupils contracted.
Legend held: with specific plates, at specific ruins—the Spatial-Temporal Dragons could be summoned.
Is that their goal? Dialga? Palkia?
"Don't worry." Decision made. "I'll inform the League. And Interpol. We'll investigate."
Wade nodded, satisfied.
In every timeline—anime, games—Cyrus and Team Galactic always moved in shadows. Stealing the Adamant Orb. Forging the Red Chain. Targeting Iron Island. Capturing the Lake Guardians. Summoning the deities of time and space.
They always failed, eventually. But earlier intervention meant fewer losses.
Good.
The serious discussion ended.
Silence descended.
Wade lay leisurely, mind still churning through Team Galactic's timeline. Cynthia faced the wall, acutely aware of his hand holding hers—that warm, steady pressure.
A seductive blush painted her fair features.
This warmth...
"Speaking of which..."
After an eternity, she finally turned back.
"By my calculation... my League vacation ends soon."
Wade's free hand found her other one, gentle and sure.
"Leaving soon, Senior Sister?"
The warmth startled her—then sadness flickered across her features.
"A few days. Probably."
These short farm days had been unlike any journey before. No excitement. No battles. Just... peace.
Making ice cream together. Embarrassing training sessions. Harvesting Leppa grain side by side. Battling wild Pokémon. And now—sharing a bed.
Being with him... everything feels happy.
"Junior Brother." Her voice was soft, vulnerable. "Is there... anything you want to say?"
The words trembled from her lips—soon, she would leave the farm.
Cynthia clasped Wade's hand tighter, her fair face flushed an alluring crimson. She looked at him with eyes that pleaded.
Kiss me. Please.
Gone was the noble, cool, domineering Champion. In her place: a shy girlfriend from a modest family, vulnerable and wanting.
Wade couldn't help but chuckle.
Senior Sister's performance—switching between strong and vulnerable—is unexpectedly cute.
Her cheeks puffed in mock offense. She prepared to pounce, to bite this annoying Junior Brother—
A hand slid through her soft golden hair.
Caressed her plump waist.
And held her completely.
"Of course I do."
In his arms, she breathed him in—that faint gardenia fragrance mixing with his warmth. Her cool face, flushed with emotion, was closer than ever.
Then—he kissed her.
"Mmm."
Their lips met. Soft, fleshy warmth spread through her. Wade's tongue parted her cool, soft lips, gently teasing her sweet, tender counterpart.
Cynthia was a Champion. Battle command came naturally. But this?
She learned fast.
In moments, her nimble tongue intertwined without instruction. The kiss deepened. Slick, squelching sounds escaped their entwined lips.
"Mmm-hmm... mmm-chu."
Time dissolved.
When they finally parted, Cynthia was utterly soft in his arms. Wade loosened his hold—just slightly—and looked directly into her eyes.
"I like you, Cynthia."
Not "Sinnoh Champion." Not "Senior Sister."
Her full name. Spoken with seriousness. With solemnity. With cherish.
Her face bloomed like a peach blossom.