After pondering for a moment, Wade pointed a finger towards the lake's center. "Do you see that swift, white and red striped fish?"
Petilil followed his gaze, then gave a firm, tiny nod. The Basculin was a terror in its domain, a crimson-and-white blur effortlessly dodging Lopunny's playful, deadly pounces.
"That fish," Wade said, his voice dropping to a mentor's calm, "is your opponent."
Petilil's form tensed, a green glow faintly shimmering around her as she prepared a Mega Drain.
"Don't rush."
Wade's hand settled gently on her head, halting her. "As a true hunter, you must remember one principle above all: never act unless you are certain, and when you do, let it be astonishing."
He looked down at her earnest, upturned face. "Whether in catching fish or in future battles, this principle is your compass."
Petilil stood perfectly still, the verdant leaf on her head bobbing in solemn agreement like a chastised student absorbing a vital lesson.
Satisfied, Wade gave her a final pat. Despite her princess-like demeanor, her core was wonderfully teachable. "The key is focus. You must learn to sense the entire environment, fix your attention solely on your prey, gather your strength silently, and then—strike."
"Alright, I'm going to collect the other nets. Digest this, Petilil."
With another nod, Petilil was left alone, a tiny statue of concentration by the water's edge.
Sense… Focus… Gather strength… Strike…
For several long minutes, she pondered. Then, with a determined puff of her chest, she stepped into the cool shallows, advancing step by careful step toward the arrogant, patrolling Basculin.
Remembering the Trainer's words, she didn't act. She simply watched, her gaze sharpening into needles. The world began to recede—the splashing of Lopunny, the distant song of a Pidove. Her mind grew still, a tranquil pool.
A wisp of breeze traced the lake's skin. The vibrant, growing energy of the shoreline plants… sensations she'd never consciously noted now flooded her awareness with crystalline clarity.
Suddenly, without command, verdant, glowing leaves materialized in the air around her, orbiting her small form in a silent, emerald halo. The darting fish before her seemed to slow, its path becoming predictable, inevitable.
In an instant—the wind sighed, the leaves fell, a silent blade of pure intention.
[Petilil learned a new move: Magical Leaf]
[Magical Leaf: The user scatters curious leaves that chase the target. This attack never misses.]
Thwack!
The roaming Basculin was knocked sideways in a spray of water, stunned.
"Yami~!"
Petilil cheered, a burst of pure joy. She spun, eager to find the Trainer and share her triumph.
But Wade, who had been hauling nets by the shore mere moments ago, was gone.
Where did he go?
She tilted her head, her victory momentarily forgotten by a prick of confusion.
One Momentary Ecstasy [A Cover for the Main Event]
"Little Master."
The voice was a husky, honeyed whisper. Mienshao, in her Pokémon Girl state, knelt on the soft grass of a secluded clearing behind the thick berry bushes. The air was heavy with the scent of crushed mint and her own warm, musky fragrance.
Her voluptuous body leaned into him, the loose silk of her light purple kimono slipping from one shoulder to pool at her elbow. The mature, kimono-clad woman enveloped the Trainer in an obsessive embrace, her staggering, snow-soft bounty pressing firmly against his face, muffling his world in a yielding, fragrant heat.
"Ugh… Mienshao, loosen… loosen up a little." Wade's words were muffled, intermittent as he fought for breath within her smothering, blissful prison.
His warm exhalations against her sensitive peak made the woman shudder. She unconsciously tightened her embrace, burying him deeper, a soft gasp escaping her own lips. She had intercepted him moments ago as he collected the final net, pulling him wordlessly into this hidden bower without explanation.
Now, gazing down at the tempting, flustered face nestled against her, Mienshao felt a wave of dizzying infatuation. The two ripe, heavy peaches of her rear shifted and pressed against him as she adjusted her kneeling position, the loose hem of her kimono growing damp from the dew-kissed grass—and something else.
If not for being rescued and subdued by this Trainer in Hiyori Forest, how could she have ever imagined she would become so utterly, shamelessly obsessed with the vitality of his youthful form?
"Ugh… Little Master, d-don't move…"
She gently lifted a strand of silver-white hair from her damp temple, her entire voluptuous figure moving like a soft, encompassing cloud, seeking to erase every inch of space between them.
Completely different from the other Pokémon Girls, Mienshao in this form was tall—even standing, Wade would be slightly at a disadvantage. Add to that her overwhelmingly voluptuous curves, her honeyed, mature fullness, and the smooth, heavy swell of her hips…
For a fleeting, irreverent moment, a classic, proverbial image flashed in Wade's oxygen-deprived mind: that of a small horse attempting to pull a very, very large cart.
The scene before him was the stark opposite of a peaceful riverside stroll. The old saying was true: walk by the river often, and you're bound to get your shoes wet. Today, however, he hadn't just gotten wet—he'd been run over by a truck.
Mienshao was a vision of pliant softness against him, her breaths coming in warm, panting sighs. A deep, tempting blush stained her fair cheeks, and her eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, held the Trainer's gaze with unmistakable intent.
"Little Master…" she murmured, her voice a silken whisper. "Allow me to attend to you properly."
She arched her smooth back, a slow, deliberate descent. Her parted lips were glistening, and a breathy sigh escaped her.
"Yami~"
It was at that moment Petilil finally found him.
Peering from behind a dense thicket of bushes, she instinctively clapped a small hand over her mouth. Her heart stuttered.
M-Master? What… what is he doing with Mienshao?
Had she not been so small, so relentless in her search of every hidden grove and secluded clearing, she would never have discovered them here. In this hidden sun-dappled space, Wade was intimately entangled with the kimono-clad Pokémon—a picture of forbidden closeness.
I-Isn't this… indecent?
The thought sprang into her mind, unbidden and sharp. Though she had no direct experience, an instinctual, vague understanding of what she was witnessing stirred within her.
But a closer look shattered that initial, naive judgment.
The Mienshao she knew—poised, powerful, mature—was now something else entirely. She moved with a languid, tender urgency against the Trainer, her face a mask of rapturous focus. A soft, wet, rhythmic sound punctuated the quiet glade. As she worked, strands of silvery-white fluid gradually coated her glistening lips.
T-This… Petilil's thought fragmented. She looks… she looks like she's in ecstasy.
A strange, heat bloomed in Petilil's own core. Without conscious thought, her form shimmered, shifting into her Pokémon Girl state. A fierce blush burned across her cheeks; her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped Fletchling.
"M-Master…" she breathed, the word a ghost of sound.
All strength seemed to drain from her limbs, leaving her delicate body trembling against the foliage. A restless, unfamiliar ache spread through her, a yearning that mirrored the scene before her. The once-clear pools of her eyes clouded with a springtime haze, and a soul-stirring little moan escaped her—a sound as thin and desperate as a mosquito's whine, unheard by anyone but herself.