After the Wallace Cup concluded perfectly, everything returned to its normal rhythm.
—Sleeping in during the mornings at the temporary teachers' dormitory, going to the Trainers' School in the afternoons to put the cute students through hellish 'training', and heading into the randomized world at night to grind EXP for Floragato and the others and practice new moves.
It was another early morning, and golden sunlight spilled gently over the windowsill.
Opening his eyes, Hakuya could hear the clear, melodious violin-like sound of a Kricketune playing outside.
Looking out the window, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.
It was another beautiful, sunny day.
Just as he was about to get up like usual, Hakuya had barely lifted his waist when he was yanked back down by some sort of rope-like resistance.
Then, looking down at the green vines binding him tightly, and the large cat pressing half her body weight onto him, his mouth twitched slightly.
"Floragato, didn't I tell you not to tie me up with your vines when we sleep..."
Compared to her initial Sprigatito form, Floragato's most obvious change was her size.
The four-legged little kitten had suddenly transformed into a large, bipedal cat. Her body was much softer, the floral scent she emitted was noticeably stronger, and her personality was drastically more assertive than before—frequently using her vines to bundle him up while he slept.
"Meowha, meowha~"
At this moment, clearly ignoring his complaint, Floragato leaned in and launched a highly aggressive "Nuzzle" cheek-rubbing offensive.
Only after rubbing her unique floral and grassy scent all over the side of Hakuya's face did she satisfiedly retract her vines and jump off the bed.
—This is terrifying. If she's already playing these kinds of bondage games at this age, what's going to happen when she evolves into Meowscarada?
Although he wanted to scold her, after comparing their current combat strengths and realizing that forcefully stopping her might lead to an even more tragic outcome, Hakuya ultimately chose to shake his head gently and say nothing more.
And just like before, his attempt to get out of bed quickly met another obstacle.
Raising his arm slightly, Hakuya realized that his arm had sunk into a place of snowy white, soft plumpness at some point.
Beside him lay a beautiful girl who was still sleeping soundly.
The nightgown she had materialized wasn't very long. With the Rosa-fied little jet plane's jade-like body draped across the bedsheets, her slender, easily graspable waist was exposed to her Trainer's sight without any cover.
Having pressed so closely against him all night, a layer of fine, fragrant sweat had formed on her snow-white, tender stomach, giving it a deliciously soft, pale-pink luster as if smeared with rich cream.
Below that, connected to her delicate waist, were the exquisitely soft, perfectly rounded peach-like hips of a peerless beauty.
Perhaps because the accompanying lace nightgown was too short, the girl's plump, slender legs clad in white pantyhose were also exposed. Her perfectly proportioned, gracefully slender jade legs were slightly pressed together, made even more alluring by the sheer white stockings.
Unlike the large cat who brazenly crawled into his bed and tied him up to use as a personal body pillow... this tsundere little jet plane, despite outwardly scorning Floragato's 'shameless and unreserved' behavior, also frequently sneaked into his bed late at night, hugging him to sleep in a rather unladylike posture.
For instance, the sensation currently transmitting from his arm was courtesy of those two perfect, plump jade buns.
The naturally round, snow-white softness pressed against him like a flawless full moon. A slight movement caused them to jiggle and sway side to side like juicy coconut meat.
[Mmm...]
Startled awake at this moment, Latias realized she had overslept and was caught red-handed by her Trainer. Her face instantly froze.
Her snow-white cheeks flushed crimson, and white steam seemingly rushed out from the top of her head. The girl instantly turned into a steam engine, practically whistling with vapor.
Dropping a telepathic message along the lines of, "I just got here, I totally wasn't planning to do anything to you, Trainer!" followed by a string of incomprehensible psychic gibberish, the Rosa-fied jet plane panicked, bounced up with a red face, and hurriedly ran away.
"By the way, is the tactile sensation of a Pokémon shapeshifting into a human girl really this realistic? It feels exactly like the real thing..." Hakuya, finally able to sit up, recalled the wonderful sensation his arm had just experienced, feeling like he had discovered a whole new world.
He originally thought that after Latias transformed into a human, her texture would still feel the same as her Pokémon form.
It wasn't until he actually got hands-on experience that he realized he was completely wrong.
After marveling at the overly realistic tactile sensation, he looked at the silhouette of the girl currently fleeing the scene, his expression turning helpless again.
"Managing a Pokémon team these days is really getting difficult~"
—Every single one of them is lusting after their Trainer's body so much. It must mean they haven't been beaten up enough in the randomized world at night.
I definitely need to increase their training intensity tonight.
"Nai~"
Inside the room, Milcery—who, despite being the smallest, possessed the strongest "head-wife" aura—was not obsessed with her Trainer's good looks.
She was currently using a damp towel to diligently wipe down the Pokémon Egg on the table.
"Thank you for your hard work, Milcery."
Reaching out to gently rub the little creature's head, Hakuya praised her.
Hatching a Pokémon Egg wasn't like in the games where you just threw it into your party and became a hands-off boss. You had to regularly change the nutrient fluid and wipe the eggshell clean. It was a job that required a considerable amount of time and effort.
For some reason, Hakuya inexplicably saw the great, radiant glow of motherhood emanating from Milcery.
"Meowha, meowha~"
At this moment, Floragato, who was currently doing her mandatory morning vine-yo-yo practice, called out.
At the railing of the balcony's French windows, a chubby Dragon-type Pokémon with a shiny, bald head was tapping the glass with a blank, silly expression. Then, it tossed a small black package hanging from its neck inside.
"That arrived pretty quickly~"
The moment he saw that chubby yellow figure, Hakuya knew the Sweet item he had ordered yesterday for over 60,000 League Dollars had arrived.
In the real Pokémon world, most delivery companies utilized a combined delivery system of human couriers and Pokémon.
For small packages and long-distance deliveries that took a long time, Delibird were usually dispatched. For valuable, bulky, or expedited items, the much faster Dragonite were specifically hired.
Given a Dragonite's speed of circumnavigating the globe in 16 hours, flying from the Galar region to the Hoenn region in a single day was perfectly normal.
"Here, this is the Sweet item that can make you evolve. I bought it specifically for you."
Looking at Milcery, who had finished wiping the Pokémon Egg and floated over with a face full of curiosity, Hakuya explained with a smile.
In the Pokémon world, besides the usual evolutionary branches, there were also appearance/form changes, like those of the Milcery and Alcremie line.
Currently, there were 63 confirmed variations of Alcremie. Depending on their body color and the Sweet adorning them, they could produce differently flavored whipped cream, such as Vanilla Cream, Mint Cream, and so on.
Based on Milcery's favorite flavor, Hakuya had carefully selected the Strawberry Sweet, which would allow her to evolve into the Vanilla Cream form.