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Aya left the hall, making sure she was out of Roy's line of sight.
Her entire posture instantly collapsed.
Her back slumped, and her shoulders sagged.
The tsundere expression on her face vanished.
In its place was a grimace of pain.
"Ow!"
"My butt!"
Aya leaned against the wall with one hand while cautiously reaching for her backside with the other.
The moment her fingers brushed against the flesh of her buttocks,
she hissed, sucking in a breath from the pain.
"Hiss~"
"That bastard Roy!"
"How could he be so ruthless!"
"My butt is practically broken!"
Aya continued to curse under her breath as she walked toward her room.
Her gait was incredibly awkward, scuttling sideways like a crab.
She was terrified that her two butt cheeks would rub against each other.
With great difficulty, she finally reached her room.
Aya quickly stripped off her tattered ninja outfit.
The fabric slid down her body, revealing her fair skin.
Aya turned to look into the full-length mirror nearby.
The mirror reflected her back.
Her buttocks were perky.
But at this moment, the fair flesh was covered in red handprints.
They were layered over each other, and some spots had already turned purple.
Her entire backside was swollen.
Aya turned sideways, carefully examining her butt in the mirror.
"This..."
"This is way too ruthless..."
She extended a finger and lightly touched a palm print.
"Ah!"
A sharp sting immediately shot through her.
But strangely...
After the pain passed, there was an indescribable sensation.
It was itchy.
It was tingly.
It traveled from the surface of her skin deep into her bones.
Aya's face flushed red.
She touched it again.
This time, she used a bit more force.
"Mm..."
A soft moan escaped her throat.
The scene from earlier suddenly flashed through Aya's mind.
Roy holding her upside down.
His palm raised high.
Then falling.
*Slap!*
That sound...
That force...
That feeling of being completely controlled...
Aya's eyes became somewhat hazy.
That man, Roy...
Even though he was detestable,
but...
there was an indescribable dominance about him.
When he hit her, his movements were crisp and decisive.
Not a single bit of hesitation.
There wasn't a hint of anything lewd about it.
Instead... it was very manly, very assertive.
Aya bit her lip; had Roy actually beaten some special kind of feeling out of her?
Her fingers unconsciously traced the red marks on her butt again.
This time, she touched them for longer.
Her fingertips gently traced the outline of a handprint,
feeling the heat of her skin and the slight sting.
"Mm..."
"So strange..."
"It clearly hurts..."
"But..."
Aya's voice grew quieter and quieter, her cheeks as red as apples, and her eyes became watery.
Suddenly, she snapped back to her senses.
She shook her head vigorously.
"Wha... what am I thinking!"
"That Roy is utterly detestable!"
"He spanked me!"
"He made me look so pathetic!"
"I... I must teach him a lesson in return!"
"I'll show him what I'm made of!"
Aya shouted at the mirror,
as if trying to pump herself up.
But the face reflected in the mirror
was as red as sunset clouds.
Her eyes were flickering.
She didn't look like she was angry at all.
Aya quickly turned around.
She rummaged through her wardrobe and found a set of clean clothes.
A beautiful Kimono.
It was light pink,
embroidered with cherry blossom patterns.
The sash was deep red.
It looked very elegant.
Aya began to dress.
First the white undergarment, then her panties.
A pair of light pink cotton panties; as she bent down to pull them up,
the fabric brushed against her swollen buttocks.
She grimaced in pain.
"It hurts so much!"
"That bastard!"
"He really hit me too hard!"
After finally getting her panties on,
Aya picked up her Chest Wrap.
But after a moment's thought, she put it back down.
"Never mind... I don't need that for a Kimono..."
Aya quickly put on the Kimono.
The light pink Kimono wrapped around her body.
The sash was tied into a beautiful bow at her waist.
The collar was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.
The hem reached her ankles,
fluttering gently as she moved.
Aya spun around in front of the mirror.
She nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes, this is more like it."
"Like a proper Gym Trainer."
Then she picked up the poké ball on the table.
Gripping it in her hand,
her gaze became determined.
"Roy!"
"Just you wait!"
"I'll use a Pokemon battle"
"to defeat you fair and square!"
"And get revenge for what just happened!"
Aya walked out of the room with her head held high.
But she moved too fast,
and her butt flared with pain again.
"Ow..."
She quickly shortened her steps,
cautiously making her way toward the hall.
...
In the hall.
Roy was chatting with Misty and Delia.
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps approached.
The three of them looked toward the corridor at the same time.
Aya appeared in their sight,
wearing the light pink Kimono.
Her hair had been recombed into a simple ponytail.
She had applied light makeup.
She looked like a completely different person.
The pathetic, tattered female ninja from before was gone.
In her place was a delicate and cute woman.
Misty's eyes immediately became wary, and she leaned into Roy's ear, lowering her voice.
"Hey, Roy."
"She changed her clothes."
"And put on makeup."
"She definitely has a scheme!"
"Maybe she's trying to use a honey trap!"
Roy didn't say anything, his gaze sweeping over Aya.
Without the restraint of the Chest Wrap, her shape was more natural, swaying gently as she walked.
Aya walked up to the three of them.
She stood still, then raised the poké ball in her hand and pointed it at Roy.
"Come on! Roy!"
"I want a Pokemon battle!"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
Her voice was loud and clear, as if she were trying to bolster her own courage.
But just as she finished speaking,
a cloud of smoke suddenly erupted in front of Aya.
The white smoke quickly spread, and a figure appeared within it.
He wore a dark blue ninja outfit.
He was tall
with a serious expression.
It was the Gym Leader of Fuchsia Gym—Koga.
Koga stood there, first looking at the mess on the floor.
Shattered wooden boards, scattered darts, and the lingering residue of smoke bombs.
Then he looked at Roy's group, with Pikachu and Eevee.
Finally, his gaze landed on Aya.
Aya's expression instantly froze.
She seemed paralyzed,
her hand holding the poké ball still raised in mid-air.
Then she slowly lowered her hand.
A smile that looked more like a grimace spread across her face.
She began to tiptoe backward, preparing to slip away.
"Aya."
Koga's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
Aya's body stiffened, she stopped her retreat, and turned around.
Her face was plastered with a smile.
"Hehehe..."
"Brother."
"Is... is something the matter?"
Her voice was sickeningly sweet,
completely different from before.
Koga looked at her expressionlessly.
"Were you playing tricks on the challenging Trainers again?"
Aya waved her hands frantically.
"No, no!"
"Absolutely not!"
"I was just... just..."
"having a bit of fun with them!"
Koga's gaze swept over the darts on the floor.
"Having fun?"
"With traps and smoke bombs?"
"And these darts?"
Aya's voice grew smaller and smaller.
"Well..."
"I just wanted to test the challenger's strength..."
"And... and look!"
She pointed at Roy.
"This person! Roy!"
"He got through all the traps!"
"He's completely fine!"
"So it doesn't count as playing tricks!"
"Right?"
Aya looked at Koga with expectant eyes.
Koga didn't speak.
He just stared at her.
Aya felt increasingly guilty under his gaze.
Her head dropped lower and lower, until her chin was almost buried in her chest.
"I'm sorry..."
Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.
Koga sighed, then turned to Roy's group and bowed deeply.
"Everyone."
"I am very sorry."
"My sister is mischievous and has caused you trouble."
"I apologize on her behalf."
Koga's attitude was very sincere.
He didn't put on any airs as a Gym Leader.
Roy waved his hand.
"It's fine."
"I've already taught her a lesson."
Koga raised his head and glanced at Roy.
A flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
Then he looked at his sister again.
Aya's face suddenly flushed red, and she turned her head away,
not daring to meet her brother's eyes.
Koga seemed thoughtful, but he didn't ask further and continued.
"As a token of my apology,"
"please stay at the Gym tonight."
"Dinner will also be prepared by us."
"Consider it a gesture of amends."
Koga's attitude was so good, and he was a future Quasi-Elite Trainer.
Besides...
even though Aya was mischievous, she had already been punished.
The handprints on her butt would probably take several days to fade.
Roy nodded and accepted Koga's apology gift.
"By the way, Leader Koga,"
"I'm here for a Gym challenge. Can I challenge you today?"
Koga nodded: "Of course. Please wait a moment while I have the hall cleared up."
"We can begin the battle once it's ready."
With that, Koga raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Several more clouds of smoke suddenly appeared.
The white smoke cleared, and three female ninjas appeared in the hall.
They were all wearing tight black ninja outfits.
They all had great figures, the ninja outfits clinging to their bodies and outlining their curves.
The three of them stood in a row and bowed to Koga.
"Leader."
Koga nodded.
"Clean this place up."
"Make it quick."
"Yes."
The three female ninjas began to clean up with efficient movements.