Unlike the steady, long-term profit of crops like Leppa Berry grain, these evolution stones represented a windfall. In a world shaped by Pokémon battles—from wilderness survival to the glory of the League Conference—Trainers craved power. They sought the decisive edge that a fully-evolved partner could bring. This demand made evolution stones a hot commodity.
A Fire Stone could ignite the potential of a Vulpix, a Growlithe, or an Eevee. A Moon Stone could unlock the grace of a Nidorina or a Jigglypuff. Since they couldn't be synthesized, only unearthed from the wild, their scarcity drove prices sky-high, often between 100,000 and 200,000 League coins each—a fortune many aspiring Trainers saved for years.
"Once the construction crew finishes the shed and fence, I'll lead a team to scout that mine," Wade mused, a spark of anticipation in his eyes. A good farmer tended his land, but a great one knew when to seek the treasures hidden just beyond his fence.
"System, open the modifier interface."
With the farm now at Level Two, he and his Pokémon Girls could each equip four modifiers simultaneously. Beyond the existing [Fairy Body], [Psychic Amplification], and [Attract Charge], new options had appeared—rewards from his… in-depth engagements with the kimono-clad Mienshao.
[Combat Suppression (Red)] x3
[Combat Suppression (Blue)] x10
[Swift as the Wind (Purple)] x6
[Combat Suppression]: Enhances combat endurance, increasing maximum strength by 15% (Blue) or 30% (Red).
[Swift as the Wind]: Enhances combat speed, increasing reaction time and move execution by 20%.
After consideration, Wade equipped [Combat Suppression (Red)] on Mienshao and [Swift as the Wind] on Lopunny, synergizing perfectly with their close-combat fighting styles. For himself, he integrated several lower-tier modifiers and selected two potent ones.
[Host: Wade]
[Race: Human]
[Bound Farm Level: 2]
[Equipped Modifiers]
[Healing Body (Purple)], [Psychic Amplification (Purple)], [Attract Charge (Red)], [Combat Suppression (Red)]
Satisfaction settled over him. Strengthening his partners was vital, but a Trainer had to be his own foundation. Only with robust personal vitality could he hope to "cultivate" new modifiers in the future. It was a matter of priorities.
"A… big brother~"
The soft, hesitant voice came from the doorway. Rosa stood there, freshly bathed. Her tea-colored hair, still damp, clung to her shoulders in dark tendrils. Her lips glistened like moist rose petals, and her slightly loose top hinted at the pale, flawless skin beneath. Yet, her flushed cheeks and the faint tremor in her delicate frame betrayed the nervous echo of his earlier command: Lie obediently on the bed.
"Rosa, stay still for a moment."
Gently drawing her close, Wade reached for the hairdryer on the bedside table. The girl instinctively curled into his embrace, her face burning against his chest, awaiting his care like a timid, cherished pet.
The low hum of the dryer filled the room. Wade's fingers gently lifted sections of her damp hair, the warm air flowing over his skin as he worked. The scent of clean shampoo and steam intertwined, and the soft strands of tea-colored silk slid through his fingers as he guided them back and forth before the vent.
"Mmm…"
A soft sigh escaped Rosa, a sound of pure contentment. But just as the warmth from the dryer began to fade, a different, more intense heat surged against her—a firm, unmistakable pressure where she was nestled most intimately against him. Her breath hitched. The promised "comfort" seemed to be beginning long before she ever reached the bed.
"Big brother, it's so… so sensitive…"
The moment Wade's tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear, a full-body shudder wracked Rosa's frame. A pair of large, warm hands mapped the terrain of her jade-smooth back with deliberate, exploring caresses. As his mouth continued its slow, torturous journey from her cheek to the sensitive hollow behind her earlobe, that same warmth seemed to migrate, his hands sliding around to the front, their destination clear.
Though the fabric of her top provided a nominal barrier, the ripe, heavy fullness of her breasts might as well have been bare. Wade took their weight in his palms, his touch possessive and sure, molding the impossibly soft flesh. Rosa's head fell back, a breathy sigh escaping her parted cherry lips. Her cornflower-blue eyes glazed over, filmed with a helpless, watery mist.
"My whole body feels… so strange…"
Boneless, she melted against him, soft, involuntary whimpers punctuating her ragged breaths.
Then, his attention shifted downwards. Warm hands closed not around more softness, but around the exquisite, delicate arches of her feet. In stark contrast to the lush abundance above, her feet were a marvel of petite perfection—small enough to cradle completely, yet delightfully plump. They felt as if dusted with pearl powder, smooth and warm as living jade. Even through the sheer veil of her stockings, her skin glowed with a pearlescent sheen, a sight that held Wade captivated, his thumbs stroking soothing circles.
"Eh? M-Master?!"
A sharp, startled gasp sliced through the intimate haze.
Wade looked up. Framed in the doorway was Lilligant, her emerald hair cascading like a waterfall. In her hands, she clutched the small, hopeful offerings of her chest—arriving, as had become her nightly ritual, for the Trainer's attentive massage.
"A… big brother, I… I'll come back tomorrow!"
Caught in the act by another, Rosa's shyness erupted into full-blown panic. She became acutely aware of the damp, telltale heat between her thighs. With a strength born of pure embarrassment, she pushed herself out of Wade's embrace, her body trembling violently.
Wuwuwu… I'm going to… I can't hold it…
She covered her burning face and fled the room, a whirlwind of flustered fabric and retreating footsteps.
"…"
Silence descended, broken only by Wade's slow exhale. His gaze settled on the beautiful Grass-type princess, who now wore an expression of dawning horror.
"Master, I… I didn't mean to!" Lilligant stammered, her slender fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt. Bright, guilty tears welled in her crimson eyes. Her intentions had been pure—just the usual desperate hope for growth, for a chance to rival the others. But she had clearly, catastrophically, interrupted something important.
Misdeeds required correction. And the Trainer was nothing if not fair.
"Ugh—!"
In the next instant, the elegant princess loli found herself gently but firmly guided onto the soft expanse of the bed, the world tilting as Wade leaned over her.
Well, he mused, a new plan forming as he looked down at her tearful, expectant face. The menu has changed. Tonight, it seems Lilligant is the main course.
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