The morning air in Pallet Town was crisp, smelling of fresh dew and cut grass, but to Kian, the world smelled different today. It smelled like opportunity.
He adjusted the strap of his backpack, the fabric straining against his new, broader shoulders. His destination was Professor Oak's Laboratory to make his trainer status official, but as any good predator knew, the journey was often just as rewarding as the destination.
He turned the corner onto the main dirt path, passing the familiar white picket fences of the quiet town. It was idyllic, peaceful—boring. Until he saw her.
Two houses down from his own stood the Ketchum residence. And there, in the front garden, was Delia Ketchum.
Kian stopped dead in his tracks. He had seen her in the anime, sure. But seeing her in high-definition reality was a visceral punch to the gut. She was wearing a sleeveless pink tank top that clung to her torso and a pair of high-waisted denim gardening shorts that looked a size too small.
She was bent over a bed of petunias, her back to the road. The position was obscene. The denim struggled to contain the sheer volume of her backside. Her hips were wide, motherly, and incredibly plush. As she leaned forward to pull a weed, the fabric rode up, exposing the creamy, pale skin of her upper thighs and the deep, heavy cleft of her ass.
"Jesus," Kian muttered, his mouth going dry.
[System Passive Triggered: Pheromone Press][Effect: Nearby females will feel a subconscious attraction and lowered inhibition.]
A subtle notification flickered in his vision. He smirked. Let's see how well this works.
He walked closer, his boots crunching intentionally on the gravel. The sound made Delia freeze. She straightened up, brushing a stray lock of auburn hair from her face, and turned around.
When her brown eyes landed on Kian, a visible flush hit her cheeks instantly. It wasn't just the exertion of gardening. Her pupils dilated. She took a small, shaky breath, her eyes sweeping over his fit physique.
"Oh! Kian!" she chirped, though her voice was a little breathier than usual. A warm, motherly smile broke across her face. "Good morning! I... I heard you were starting your journey today!"
She dropped her trowel and stepped over the low garden fence to greet him. "I wanted to come over and wish you lu—"
Crack.
Her sandal caught the edge of a loose cobblestone.
It happened in slow motion. Delia gasped, her balance failing her. She pitched forward, her arms flailing.
"Whoa!"
Kian moved. His reflexes, honed by his new stats, were lightning fast. He stepped into her space, bracing himself. A normal man—a gentleman—would have caught her by the shoulders or the waist to steady her.
Kian didn't want to be a gentleman.
He shot his hands out, palms open, fingers spread wide.
He didn't aim low. He aimed right for the center of her mass.
Thump.
Delia landed hard against him, but she didn't hit the ground. She hit his hands. Kian's palms collided squarely with her massive breasts.
The sensation was electric. They were heavy—much heavier than Gardevoir's—and incredibly soft. Through the thin cotton of her pink tank top, he felt the warmth of her skin and the sheer, yielding volume of her cleavage. He had caught her entire weight by her tits.
"Oh my!" Delia squeaked, the wind knocked out of her.
Kian didn't let go. He dug his heels in, stabilizing them both, but he kept his hands firmly planted. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, the mounds spilling over his knuckles.
"Gotcha," Kian said, his voice dropping to a low, rough rumble.
He looked down. Delia's face was inches from his chest, her eyes wide with shock. But she wasn't pulling away. The [Pheromone Press] was clouding her mind. Instead of slapping him, she was freezing, her body reacting to the heat of his hands on her most sensitive assets.
Kian seized the moment. He squeezed.
He kneaded her breasts firmly, his thumbs pressing into the top of the cleavage, feeling her soft flesh.
"A-Ah!" Delia gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound escaping her throat. Her knees buckled slightly, her hands coming up to rest on Kian's forearms. She didn't push him away; she gripped him for support. "Kian...?"
"You okay there, Mrs. Ketchum?" Kian asked, his tone innocent but his eyes dark with hunger. He gave another slow, deliberate squeeze, testing the weight of them in his palms. He could feel the outline of her nipples hardening against his palms through the fabric. "That was a nasty fall. Good thing I caught you."
Delia's face was burning, a deep crimson that spread down her neck to her chest. Her mind was foggy. Why did this feel so good? Why did his hands feel like they belonged there?
"I... I..." She stammered, looking up at him with hazy eyes. "Yes... thank you... for saving me."
She made a half-hearted attempt to stand straight, but Kian held her there for a second longer than necessary. He dragged his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples one last time, eliciting a shudder that ran through her entire body.
Reluctantly, he released her.
Delia stumbled back a step, bringing her hands to her chest, crossing her arms as if to shield herself—or to hold onto the sensation he had left behind. She was panting slightly.
"No problem," Kian grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets casually. "It was my pleasure. Really."
Delia bit her lip, looking at him with a mix of confusion and undeniable arousal. "I... I'm sorry for being so clumsy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to... to congratulate you."
"You already have," Kian replied, his eyes dropping to her chest again before meeting her gaze. "Seeing you is luck enough."
Delia blushed harder, looking away, unable to hold his intense stare. "Well... I hope you have a wonderful adventure, Kian. Be safe."
"I'm just heading to Oak's now to register," Kian said, taking a step back, turning his body toward the lab. "But don't worry, Mrs. Ketchum. I'll be back. You take care of yourself."
He turned and walked away, not looking back. But he could feel her eyes on him. He could feel the confusion and the heat radiating from her. He knew that tonight, when she lay in her empty bed, she wouldn't be thinking about his hands.
As he walked, a small notification pinged in the corner of his eye.
[System Notification][Passive Influence Successful.][Target: Delia Ketchum marked with 'Lingering Touch'. Her resistance to future advances has been lowered by 15%.]