Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!"
"Pikachuuuuu!" she cried, releasing a powerful surge of electricity.
The attack hit the orange haired girl who was fishing, her body shook violently as the shock ran through her. "Aaaahhhhhh… S-stop… aaahhhhhh…" Her screams echoed through the forest, fading into the distance.
When the lightning stopped, she collapsed on the ground, unconscious. Her clothes were slightly burned and thin wisps of steam rose from her skin.
Ash approached Misty.
Pikachu dashed ahead. She stopped near Misty and spotted the 3 red-and-white Poké Ball. Quickly, Pikachu grabbed them with her small paws, mouth and rushed back to Ash.
"Pika!" she cried, as she held up the Poké Balls.
"Good girl," Ash said, patting her head.
Pikachu wagged her tail happily. "Pikapi~"
Ash didn't wait. He gathered Misty's Poké Balls and stored them securely in his system's storage space.
With that done, he no longer had to worry about her Pokémon coming out to interfere.
He was also about to withdraw Pikachu into her Poké Ball, but Pikachu quickly dodged the beam of pink light.
"You don't want to go in?" Ash asked, a little surprised.
"Pika!" she nodded firmly, indicating that she preferred to stay out.
Ash sighed. He knew well that Pikachu wanted to have sex with him too, but he obviously couldn't do that with her.
He looked into Pikachu's eyes. They were wide and shining with a hopeful, pleading light, as if saying, Please, let me stay out.
With another deep sigh, he finally nodded.
"But you must not interfere, okay?"
"Pika!" She nodded happily, moving to the side to give Ash space. She settled down to watch him with the unconscious Misty, her eyes curious and attentive.
Next, he took out a special rope he had received as a reward in the Newbie Pack from his system and used it to tie Misty up.
She was dressed in her usual outfit:
· A yellow crop top
· Red suspenders over her shoulders
· Blue shorts
· Red and white sneakers
Underneath, she wore a simple blue bra and matching underwear.
Ash didn't hesitate. He moved quickly.
He first reached for Misty's red suspenders, unbuckling them with a soft click.
The straps slipped from her shoulders and slid down her arms like silk, pooling at her elbows.
His pulse quickened; the sight of her exposed collarbones already stirring heat below.
Next, he gripped the hem of her yellow crop top. In one quick motion, he dragged it upward, the fabric clinging briefly to her curves before sliding off.
Her blue bra came into full view: simple, tight, holding her small breasts, the fabric stretched just enough to show her soft, young shape.
A clear tan line sliced across her flat stomach, abruptly giving way to the untouched pale skin usually hidden beneath her clothes.
Ash's breath caught in his throat. She's beautiful.
His fingers trembled as he grabbed her strapless blue bikini top, smooth fabric stretched tightly over her chest. He pulled it up slowly, it was rolling as it moved over her small, firm breasts.
When the top came off, it revealed a sharp tan line, below her collarbones. Above it, her skin was tanned; below, pale and flawless, like fresh milk.
Her nipples were small and pink, standing out against the creamy white skin. The cool air touched them instantly, hardening the delicate buds into stiff little points.
Ash swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the sight.
So small... so perfect...
Her breasts were small enough to fit perfectly in his palm, firm and soft, begging for his touch.
He could already imagine how those sensitive nipples would feel between his fingers: soft, sensitive, and untouched.
Misty remained unconscious, her chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm. He knew he had to move fast; if she woke up, he would have to knock her out again.
His fingers found the button of her blue shorts. With a quick flick, it popped open.
He pulled the shorts down her hips, past the curve of her thighs and down her long, toned legs.
The fabric caught on her sneakers for a moment before he pulled them free and tossed them aside.
Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her matching blue panties.
He pulled her blue bikini bottoms down her legs, exposing her completely.
A small patch of bright orange hair sat above her slit, the same color as her ponytail hair.
Her pussy was pale pink and tightly closed. The skin around it was pure white, a stark contrast to her tanned thighs.
Ash's cock hardened in his pants at the sight. Look at that virgin pussy, he thought. It was small, pink, and wet with sweat. Her inner lips were soft and slightly swollen.
She was now completely naked except for her shoes and socks. His hands were itching to grab her hips, spread her legs, and bury his face between them.
It would be so soon, he promised himself. I'm going to touch every inch of her.
With that thought, he took out a rope and a mouth gag in the shape of a pokéball.
The gag had been a useful purchase from the system shop costing 50 points. It not only blocks the sound effectively but also has a strange, additional feature.
The device was designed like a Poké Ball's release mechanism. If you placed the button side on someone's mouth, a strange, soft tentacles would extend and begin to explore. They would stroke and dance over every part of the tongue.
However, if you simply placed the smooth, rounded back against their mouth, it would function just like a normal, gag.
Delia had described the feeling to him. She said it was like being kissed deeply by him.
But instead of one tongue, it felt like several small tongues were moving inside her mouth at once.
They were all licking, swirling, and caressing hers in a relentless, overwhelming rhythm.
The sensation was so intense it forced moans from her throat.
And the louder she moaned, the faster the tentacles would move.
Ash pressed the black ball between Misty's lips, forcing her mouth open.
He pulled the leather straps tight behind her head and buckled them securely.
Saliva immediately began to pool in her mouth.
A thin, shiny trail was already leaking from the corner of her stretched lips.
"Mmmph~~"
He quickly tied her legs up high and wide. Her knees were bent and pulled toward her shoulders.
Each ankle was tied to the same-side of the wrist of her hand. Forcing her into a folded, open position. The ropes were tight, holding her legs apart and lifting her hips off the grass.
A single rope ran from the knot at her back, up between her legs. It pulled her pussy lips apart. The rough rope rubbed directly on her clit and slid between her wet folds. Every movement made it rub against her.
"Nnngh~~~ ahh~~~?" she whimpered into the gag.
Her breasts were pushed upward. The ropes squeezed them together, leaving red lines on her skin.
Her stomach trembled.
She was completely folded and spread open, utterly helpless. The rope between her legs was now slightly wet. She tried to move her hips, making the rope shift again.
"Mmmph~~ ahh~~"
Her eyes opened as she felt a strange sensation below. Her vision slowly cleared. Someone was looking down at her.