Beyond securing retailer partnerships, Olivia's whirlwind efficiency had accomplished something remarkable: the moomoo milk processing plant was fully staffed and operational.
"Senior Sister. Please taste."
Wade accepted a sample from Olivia—fresh from the production line—and offered it to Cynthia.
The Hiyori Farm trademark gleamed on uniformly packaged glass bottles. Standard market size: 500ml. Sterilized. Processed. Ready.
Cynthia shared a small portion with Garchomp, then took several measured sips.
Her amber eyes widened.
This consistency. This taste.
The milky aroma enveloped her palate. She licked her lips—and drank more.
"Shark~!"
Beside her, the usually mature, steady Dragon-type had melted. Her eyes narrowed in blissful contentment.
Compared to ordinary market milk, Hiyori brand moomoo milk was exceptional.
Delicate texture. Rich aroma. A warm sensation spreading through the body—restoring Pokémon stamina with remarkable efficiency.
Cynthia's eyes curved into a satisfied smile.
This meets the standard. Easily.
"The sales license. Leave it to me."
Wade and Olivia exchanged glances—radiant, triumphant.
With the Sinnoh Champion's guarantee and connections? No tedious League reviews. No months of waiting. Direct wholesale distribution to their partner retailers.
Wade's mental calculations ran automatically:
Current savings: 480,000₱
Plant worker salaries: covered
Wooden Cabin daily expenses: covered
New berry saplings: purchase ready
Everything progressing. Everything growing.
"Master~"
Alcremie's voice called from the kitchen.
He stepped in—and was greeted by fragrance.
A freshly prepared mushroom platter gleamed on the counter.
"Mmm-hmm~"
Little Milcery nodded eagerly. Made it herself. For her Trainer.
"Such culinary talent!" Wade ruffled her cherry-pink hair, then leaned closer. "These are Aromatic Mushrooms. A variant. Very rare. Very expensive."
Unlike Swords Dance mushrooms—temporary power boosts—these offered pure sensory pleasure. Rich aroma. Sweet taste. Market enthusiasts paid premium prices.
So this was why Alcremie always looked so joyful returning from the forest clearing.
"Eh... so if I made them into a platter... they won't sell~?"
Her joy dimmed. Her expression stiffened.
"That's right." Wade nodded. "Enthusiasts only buy fresh. Prepared like this? No one will want them."
Alcremie's head drooped.
Then—warm fingers ruffled her hair again.
"It's fine." His smile was gentle. "If they won't sell, I'll eat them myself~"
Her eyes brightened. But he wasn't finished.
"But this alone isn't enough. We need a main course."
His true intentions revealed.
The Aromatic Mushroom platter was delicious. But the butter-cream Pink and White Loli?
Far more appetizing.
"Mmm... Alcremie can also be a main course~"
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Wade's arms lifted.
"Ma... Master... eeek?!"
Weightlessness. Familiar warmth. Her body pressed against his in a position that was unmistakably, unambiguously intimate.
The train bento position. Exactly like her dream.
Her fair, snow-white cheeks ignited.
Then... what comes next...
She covered her face with delicate hands. Involuntary moans escaped her rosy lips.
She wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to surrender body and mind—like the other Pokémon Girls.
But if it's really like that dream...
Three hundred sixty-five days of ravishment...
Gulp.
The soft Pink and White Loli instinctively swallowed.
In this embarrassingly intimate position, she could only wrap her arms around Wade's neck. Her moist, supple, white-stockinged legs tightened around his waist. Every movement pressed smooth silk and snow-soft flesh against him.
"Mmm-hmph-hmph~"
A warm hand supported her—two tender, plump, perky buttocks, ripe as peaches, filling his palms. Ten fingers sank deep into fair, rounded softness. Waves of snowy flesh rippled, then surged upward.
Barrier broken.
Seductive crimson bloomed.
"Ugh—ah, ah, ah! Master!"
Her starry eyes rolled back. Tears streamed. Delicate, fragile features were engulfed by surging pleasure. Even biting her pink lips couldn't contain the joyful, alluring sweet moans escaping under the burning heat.
An Hour Later
Wade sighed helplessly.
The cute Pink and White Loli lay with beautiful eyes rolled back, soft body completely overwhelmed. White fluid gushed like a flood.
Too many trait blessings. Too much power.
She couldn't handle it.
Needs more training. To truly stand on her own.
He gently placed the ahegao-state Alcremie on the table—to rest. To recover. To fight another round.
But someone had other plans.
Cynthia glided over.
Those sweet moans had awakened something in her. She unbuttoned her clothes with deliberate grace. Her jade-like face flushed with desire. Alabaster breasts cupped in her hands. Long, beautiful legs lifted, fully exposing that muddy area to scorching heat.
"Junior Brother. My turn~"
Olivia's jaw dropped.
This is the Sinnoh Champion? The one who crushed the Elite Four as a teenager? The annihilator of evil organizations?
And now she's... she's...
Her mind short-circuited.
"The President must be a succubus~"
Before she could elaborate, Wade's large hand pulled her close.
"President... mmph—you're having an ORGY during the DAY again!"
Outside the Wooden Cabin
A small figure pushed through dense bushes.
Little Sneasel. Cunning. Vicious. Lover of stealth and theft. In her cold mountain home, she'd heard rumors of this farm's bounty. Today, she'd followed that enticing fragrance.
The farm was lush. Nothing like perpetually snow-capped Mt. Coronet. Novelty filled her as she traversed paths, scouted terrain—
There.
Snow-covered farmlands. Ice-type energy thrumming.
"Little Sneasel~"
Bingo.
Her claws extended. Silver-black light shimmered across sharp edges. Biting wind followed her strike.
[Metal Claw] : Steel claws attack the opponent. May raise Attack.
Swish, swish, swish.
Snow and frozen earth flew. Crystalline ice radish seeds sparkled in the sunlight—tiny ice-crystal diamonds.
So many!
She scooped them up, claws gleaming with satisfaction. What a harvest—
Shadows fell.
Dozens of black figures with devil horns surrounded her. Ferocious. Ruthless. Houndoom.
Sneasel looked at her sparkling spoils. Then at the pack.
Her cute face froze.
Despair.
"Hmph."
Houndoom Leader stepped forward, coldly triumphant. Witnesses. Evidence.
To the farm owner for judgment.
"Sneasel!!!"