Alex stayed at the Cerulean Gym for nearly three full days, acting as a dedicated sparring partner for Daisy, Violet, Lily, and Misty.
Although he dominated almost every match, the sisters' Pokémon grew stronger with every battle. Thanks to the unexpected "motivation" from Team Rocket's earlier attack, the three older sisters were now fully committed to serious training. They were determined to erase the Cerulean Gym's reputation as the weakest gym in Kanto once and for all.
Misty's skills were already solid, but she still needed to travel and gain real-world experience, so the gym would stay in the hands of her three older sisters for now. The daily sparring sessions with Alex and Misty pushed everyone's limits—especially the unlucky challengers who showed up later and got absolutely crushed.
During those three days, Metapod finally evolved into Butterfree in a bright flash of light. Alex also checked his team's progress: Pikachu was only one level away from Superior rank, Pidgeotto had reached normal rank, and Butterfree sat comfortably at beginner rank. His combat power had jumped significantly.
But Alex wasn't only training his Pokémon. He was busy with his own physical training too.
The Cerulean Gym had a massive indoor swimming pool, and all four sisters were expert swimmers. In return for his help, each of them personally gave him hands-on swimming lessons.
Daisy was first. Her neat ponytail swayed gently behind her as she walked to the poolside in a sleek, one-piece, split-style swimsuit. The thin straps framed her full, heavy breasts perfectly, the wet fabric clinging to every curve and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The high-cut legs made her long, toned thighs and round ass look even more mouth-watering.
Violet and Lily stepped out of the changing room next, their own swimsuits just as revealing—tiny triangles of fabric stretched tight over their voluptuous figures, nipples faintly visible through the thin material, hips swaying with every step. They looked like living mermaids, water already glistening on their smooth skin.
Misty emerged last, her more slender, athletic body still incredibly tempting in her sporty two-piece. Her fair skin glowed under the lights, perky breasts and tight little ass on full display.
The four sisters immediately turned the lesson into a playful swimming competition. Misty took the lead from the very first stroke—her lithe, streamlined body slicing through the water with almost no drag. Her three older sisters, with their much heavier "burdens" up top, fell behind despite their graceful strokes. Every time they surfaced, their massive breasts bounced and jiggled heavily, water streaming down their cleavages in shiny rivulets. Alex couldn't look away.
After the race, the real hands-on teaching began.
Daisy pressed her soft, wet body against Alex's back in the water, arms wrapping around him from behind as she guided his strokes. Her heavy tits squished firmly against his shoulders, hard nipples dragging across his skin with every movement. Violet took his front, her thighs brushing his as she corrected his kick, while Lily's hands slid down his sides, fingers teasing along his waist and hips. Misty hovered nearby, cheeks flushed, pretending not to stare while her own body brushed against him "by accident" more than once.
Every correction came with full-body contact—soft breasts pressing into him, slick thighs sliding along his, warm breath on his neck, and the constant, teasing glide of wet skin on skin. By the end of the third day, Alex was a much stronger swimmer… and a lot more distracted.
Early the next morning, Alex and Misty prepared to leave. The three older sisters came out to see them off.
"There's a Gym in Vermilion City, plus a luxury cruise ship docked there. You two should check it out," Daisy told Alex. "And please take good care of Misty!"
"Even if she's a little willful… and not quite as pretty as us," Lily added with a teasing grin.
Misty rolled her eyes but stayed quiet.
Violet stepped forward and listed Misty's good qualities, and in the end all three sisters formally entrusted Alex with their little sister's safety.
"Alex, you can take her on the journey… but you have to bring her back completely unharmed!" Daisy said firmly.
*Completely unharmed? That might be a little difficult,* Alex thought, hiding a smirk. *If something ends up missing, they probably won't notice, right?* He nodded anyway. Taking care of his companions was one of his strongest points.
As they watched Alex and Misty's figures disappear down the road, Daisy sighed softly. "Misty has excellent taste. She found herself a really good friend."
"It's just that she's way too tsundere and not proactive enough," Violet worried. "What if Alex gets tired of waiting and runs off?"
Daisy smiled faintly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We have an idea that will make Alex's heart stay completely at the Cerulean Gym next time they visit."
"We'll do it when they come back!"
The next destination was Vermilion City.
Alex and Misty walked the route together, battling plenty of wild Pokémon and Bug Catchers along the way. From the Trainers they defeated, they learned that a special "hundred-win streak" Gym had been set up just ahead. The Gym Leader—Beast Tamer AJ—had already racked up ninety-eight straight victories.
"A hundred-win streak?" Alex remembered the guy. He was an adverse-type Trainer who had trained his Ground-type Sandshrew to dive underwater just to overcome its weakness.
But when they finally reached the arena, the person in charge had changed.
The atmosphere on the battle stage felt completely wrong.
The Team Rocket trio stood there, each cracking a long black whip with sharp **SNAP! SNAP!** sounds. In front of them, a Trainer—Beast AJ Ming himself—had his hands and feet tightly bound.
"With your pathetic strength, you thought you could pull off a hundred-win streak?" James snarled, bringing the whip down hard across AJ's back.
"Tch! If it weren't for your dirty tricks, I never would've lost!" AJ growled, neck stiff with defiance.
"Still talking back?!" James kicked him and whipped him even harder, clearly getting more excited with every strike.
Meowth joined in, lashing the bound Trainer with vicious glee.
Jessie stood slightly apart, eyes cold and imperious. She slowly pulled her whip taut between her gloved hands, the leather making a soft, threatening **crackle**. A faint, arrogant smile played on her lips as she lifted her chin, looking down at AJ like he was nothing but trash beneath her boots. In her tight Team Rocket uniform, she looked every inch the domineering queen.
*Did I come to the wrong place?* Alex thought, a strange heat stirring low in his stomach.
Watching Jessie in that commanding pose—whip in hand, cold smile, treating the defeated Trainer like a toy—sent an unexpected thrill through him.
*These three members of Team Rocket… they actually have this kind of fetish?*
(End of Chapter 22)