A few minutes later, the Poké Ball-released Sneasel opened her eyes.
The wooden window creaked in the wind. Soft sheets cradled her. And she could speak.
Captured. Transformed.
Short, dark blue hair brushed messily over milky-white earlobes. Watery red eyes flickered, reflecting a small, adorable face.
A dark blue one-piece dress hugged her plump, delicate form—soft fabric resting over the tender swell of her chest. The hem trembled with each breath, revealing plump, alluring flesh where garter stockings met thigh.
Freshly peeled lychees. White tinged with red.
"Little Sneasel. Awake?"
The door opened. The black-haired youth entered.
She pounced.
Compared to Articuno—elegant, tall, exuding subtle cool fragrance, easily bullied—Sneasel was different.
Fiercely cute. Flat-chested loli. Delicate as a cat girl, but if you weren't careful? She'd bite your finger like a puppy.
If she didn't trip.
The slightly raised sheet caught her. She crashed face-first onto the bed.
Wade's expression was patiently unimpressed.
"Attacking your Trainer? Additional crime."
"Mmm... No... No... Don't~"
Her soft body lifted. She bit her pearly teeth—shame, indignation, cherry-colored warmth blooming on her smooth, delicate face.
This posture pressed her plump, white lower back against his thigh. Her childish chest and slender legs dangled in the air.
But her buttocks? Plump. Shapely. Exceptional.
Her jade feet, clad in garter stockings, were gardenias about to bloom—tender white, soft-boned, fresh to the touch.
A thumb pressed into creamy thigh flesh. Faint, elegant fragrance rose.
Delicious.
But he hadn't forgotten the main task.
"I made myself clear. Four crimes. Combined punishment." His voice was firm. "Admit your mistake, and I'll go easy."
"I... I WON'T!"
Her pink-tinged, snowy neck arched defiantly. Fierce. Cute. Stubborn.
The impartial farm owner raised his hand.
SLAP.
"Waaah!"
Her jade neck arched. Soft, sweet cry of pain escaped.
Ten firm fingers struck faster on her snowy bottom—white jade dumplings trembling under each impact. Warmth pressed into sensitive, plump flesh, sending layers of undulating waves.
Her soft, alluring face flushed undeniable, enchanting crimson. Even smooth blue hair couldn't hide burning red, tender jade earlobes.
She buried her face in the bedspread.
"Mmph... darn it... I won't give up!"
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Each impact drew whimpering moans. Her initial resistance shifted.
"Still hitting?! Bad master! Don't be so... ugh! Too hard... ugh!"
She didn't want to admit it. But deep down? She'd already recognized this Trainer. From the moment she was caught.
Her cherry lips pressed together—resisting heat and numbness emanating from her peachy bottom. Silver-like, curled eyelashes fluttered. Soft, alluring whimpers escaped with each heavy impact.
Strange.
Every time his hand descended, a tingling current surged from her waist and hips. Fire. Restless throbbing.
When it lifted, the pressed flesh sprang back like a sponge—insatiably craving the next punishment.
"Ma... Master... Stop... Stop it!"
Her voice cracked, wavering.
"If you keep hitting so hard... I'm... I'm going to get weird..."
Sob.
"Boo hoo hoo..."
Even with Wade deliberately holding back, the plump, alluring snowy flesh was too smooth—like fine white silk. A little force, and her tender bottom, trembling with snowy waves, turned moist and pinkish-red. An even riper peach.
The continuous, shameful slapping. The sweet sensation ravaging her body.
Sneasel's soft, sensitive form grew hotter.
Her icy, jade-like blue hair dampened—sticky, melting like exquisite ice under scorching sun. Fragrant sweat dripped. Each breath carried richer, sweeter aroma.
She was melting.
"Little Sneasel. Do you know your mistake now?"
Wade's hand finally stopped. It was getting sore.
"Waaah... waaah... waaah..."
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her jade bottom was crimson. Her voice cracked.
"I... I won't dare to steal again~"
If the slapping continued... she would have...
Wait. She was about to—
A faint coolness. Her jade toes tensed.
Satisfied. The fiercely cute loli had finally stopped being stubborn. Willing to admit her mistake.
No more stealing. Farm duties await.
He nodded—
Then noticed.
Her flushed face. Her soft body curled into a ball. Enduring something.
"Did I hit too hard?"
Concerned, he leaned closer. Gently prepared to massage those slightly flushed peachy buttocks.
"Ma... Master! No... don't! Don't touch there—mmph!"
Too late.
The seeping liquid meandered down plump thighs. Dampened soft, navy blue garter stockings. Stained already-faintly-visible fair, snowy flesh with even more alluring pure white.
The rush was intense. Even thick fabric couldn't stop the honeyed waterfall.
Gurgling waves converged—rivers flowing to sea—bursting forth with unstoppable force from unbearably sensitive, delicate flesh.
Lace tore. Shattered like a broken vase.
"Umm—ah, ah, ah~!"
Just from being fondled. Slapped. A finger accidentally grazing.
Sneasel cried out—ecstatic.
Finished.
Long Minutes Later
The scene—like sea wave, like fountain—finally ended.
Wade held the blue-haired loli, her legs clamped tightly together, her jade face flushed crimson. He looked at his stained fingers.
Expression: helpless.
It wasn't that I hit too hard.
The strength was just right.
He glanced at the trembling, overwhelmed little Sneasel.
Seems I accidentally unlocked something.