"Hello, my name is Hakuya."
Hakuya nodded slightly, introducing himself in turn.
He had wondered why the blonde beauty in front of him looked more and more familiar as he waited in line; she was the Sinnoh Region Champion, one of the only two female Champions in the entire League, Cynthia.
At this moment, her long, silky golden hair cascaded over her snowy shoulders, framing her exquisitely chiseled face.
Her amber eyes were as deep as ink; a mere gaze gave off a sharp, undeniable presence, while her form-fitting black coat tightly wrapped around her enchanting body.
Her slender waist was small enough to be held in one hand, forming a smooth and seductive curve with her rounded, firm, snowy buttocks, radiating a cold maturity that made one feel she was to be admired from afar but not trifled with.
"Hakuya?"
The blonde beauty in black pondered for a moment, her amber eyes flickering.
"I believe I've heard Professor Rowan mention that name before; are you on a journey of training to explore ruins and collect myths?"
"Not quite. I returned here a while ago to inherit a farm."
Seeing her reaction, Hakuya answered with a light smile.
Professor Rowan was a world-renowned Pokémon Professor in the Sinnoh region, specializing in Pokémon evolution; for instance, the fact that only female Combee have an evolved form was published by him in a League research journal over a decade ago.
In addition to that, he held the responsibility of distributing starter Pokémon to new trainers and was one of the founders of Sinnoh's legendary Pokémon research.
Thanks to the various knowledge accumulated from his past life, Hakuya was well-versed in most of Sinnoh's history, myths, and legendary Pokémon, which led Professor Rowan to highly value him, resulting in Hakuya serving as a Research Assistant for a time.
Later, he planned to further his studies at Celadon University under the Professor's recommendation, but because he had to return to Hinata Town to inherit the farm left by his grandfather, Hakuya ultimately chose to decline.
If he remembered correctly, this Sinnoh Champion had also served as a Research Assistant for a period of time.
In that case, wouldn't Cynthia be considered a "Senior Sister" he had never met before?
"So that's how it is..."
The blonde beauty in black pursed her moist, jade-like lips, lost in thought.
Just as not everyone wants to be a Trainer, the profession of a Mythologist was even less popular; after all, besides exploring uninhabited and potentially dangerous ancient ruins, very few people could endure the boredom of studying ancient texts or characters for decades.
Although she felt it was a pity that Hakuya hadn't fulfilled his potential, she felt she could understand his choice.
"Garch~"
The Garchomp standing beside her sized up the black-haired young man, its face full of curiosity.
As the Champion's ace Pokémon, it could clearly sense that the strength of the Pokémon protecting Hakuya was not to be underestimated.
Especially that Gardevoir, who looked cold on the surface but watched her trainer with eyes full of deep affection—she gave the Garchomp a feeling similar to battling the Elite Four.
Slurp slurp...
Unlike the battle-hungry Garchomp, Miss Cynthia had already begun diligently licking the last of the ice cream in her hand.
However, just as she finished and intended to turn around to buy a few more with lingering desire, she discovered...
The massive ice cream stall had simply vanished!
"The owner? He was probably scared away by your legendary achievement of picking an ice cream flavor for a whole hour, Senior Sister."
Watching the blonde beauty's beautiful eyes widen in confusion, then seeing her open her cherry lips as if wanting to speak but stopping, Hakuya thought of the owner's figure fleeing as he packed up the stall at lightning speed, and he couldn't help but laugh.
Just like his impression of her, although this Champion looked like a "Flower on a High Ridge"—cold and difficult to approach—outside of her decisiveness in battle, she was very gentle and kind in daily life, without a shred of Champion arrogance, and was even a bit ditzy at times.
"If you have time, Senior Sister, you can come sit at the farm for a bit. It just so happens we plan on making some delicious ice cream later~"
Since the owner had run off, in order to fulfill Tinkaton's wish, Hakuya planned to buy some white sugar and use the milk from the Miltanks on the pasture along with Alcremie's fresh cream to make it himself.
This way, he could share it with every Pokémon girl on the farm and invite his "Senior Sister" Champion, who was an ice cream fanatic, along the way.
"Is that really okay?"
Hakuya wondered if it was his imagination, but a cowlick suddenly popped up from her silky hair, giving off a "gap moe" contrast that made him want to reach out and smooth it down.
Even with the connection through Professor Rowan, Cynthia still felt it might be improper to suddenly intrude on her junior, so a hint of hesitation remained on her exquisite, cold face.
Seeing this, Hakuya grabbed the female Garchomp standing next to the blonde beauty.
"Of course it's okay. Look, Senior Sister, even Garchomp agrees."
"Garchomp, I'm not mistaken, you want to eat ice cream too, right?"
"Eh?"
Cynthia tilted her head slightly and looked at her Pokémon, her eyes filled with either doubt or expectation.
Is that so?
"Garch~"
Having been grabbed by Hakuya out of the blue, Garchomp was caught off guard and immediately controlled by Gardevoir's Psychic power.
Although it was only for a split second, it was enough—under Cynthia's gaze, it gave a trembling nod.
Nooo—
A moment later, seeing her Trainer happily agree, the Garchomp that had once been invincible on the battlefield was completely defeated, crying inwardly.
What Dragon-type Pokémon likes eating ice?
You Farm Owner actually held a Pokémon hostage to command its Trainer—you are too wicked!!!
Finally, having successfully "kidnapped" the blonde beauty with the lure of ice cream, Hakuya bought the raw ingredients and went to the original spot to regroup with Oleana.
"President, we can go back now~"
The seductive secretary had been waiting at the intersection early on; the moment she saw Hakuya, she ran over excitedly.
Perhaps she ran too fast, or perhaps she thought of something, but her snowy-white cheeks were lightly stained with a flush of pink.
Then, Hakuya saw Oleana quietly pull several pairs of panties from her bag, her face turning bright red.
"Pre... President, these paired with the private secretary uniform... should be okay, right?"
He didn't know if the shop clerk had recommended them or if the secretary had chosen them herself, but these panties were extremely erotic. There were "pure desire" black lace ones, some with crotches specifically cut open at the sensitive areas, and even G-strings with bow ties...
Without a doubt, every single pair worn on Oleana's body would surely perfectly showcase her enchanting and curvaceous figure.
As expected, the Secretary is truly capable!
Hakuya patted Oleana's snowy shoulder in a serious manner and instructed her:
"They look quite good... but don't go back too early tonight. You'll have to put them all on for me to critique properly."
As the President, just looking at samples wasn't enough; he had to conduct a rigorous and scientific inspection of the actual goods.
"Eh? To... tonight?!"
A thin blush instinctively appeared on Oleana's face as she stammered.
This... this is too much of a foul; I haven't even prepared the condoms I should buy...
"What else? If they're too small to fit, we need to exchange them as soon as possible."
Unaware of what the secretary was thinking, Hakuya maintained his presidential authority and rubbed her silky hair with a blank expression.
"Oleana, you wouldn't want the President to have to watch you struggle and fail to pull on such tiny panties when it's time for actual work, right?"
"I... I understand~"
The intelligent secretary had grasped Hakuya's meaning. Her face turned crimson as she lowered her head, and her originally clear eyes were inadvertently stained with a mist of lust.
Wuu-wuu—how is the President's reasoning always so hard to argue with...
Just as Oleana was recovering from her shyness, she finally noticed the blonde beauty standing behind Hakuya.
Cold and gorgeous, with a black trench coat tightly wrapping her tall, snowy body—her looks weren't inferior to her own at all.
"Wait... wait a second... is that Miss Cynthia?!"
Suddenly, Oleana—who was about to ask if this was a friend of the President—widened her emerald eyes.
She looked at Cynthia, who was smiling and greeting her, then looked back at the calm Hakuya, her face full of shock.
How did the President kidnap a Sinnoh Champion after being away for only a short while?!