After helping Roy with the discharge procedures, Delia drove him home.
The small white car traveled along the clean roads of Pallet Town.
The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh.
Sunlight poured through the car window, feeling warm and cozy.
Roy sat in the passenger seat.
His right arm was in a cast, but it didn't hinder him from enjoying the beautiful scenery outside.
Delia focused on driving.
The lines of her profile were gentle and beautiful.
Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders.
Although her pink short-sleeved shirt was half-dry, it still clung to her body.
Her full silhouette swayed slightly with the minor bumps of the vehicle.
"Sister Delia," Roy spoke first, beginning his daily pursuit.
"Hmm?" Delia turned her head and glanced at him.
"Thank you," Roy said seriously. "Not only did you not flee the scene, but you've also been so responsible in taking care of me."
"Ah... it's what I should do." Delia felt a bit embarrassed. "It was my fault to begin with."
"Even if they're wrong, many people wouldn't be as responsible as you." Roy smiled. "Sister Delia is a really good person."
These words were spoken very sincerely.
Hearing this, Delia felt a warmth in her heart.
A gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
"Don't be so polite," she said softly. "By the way, are you hungry? Once we get home, I'll make you something to eat."
"Sure," Roy nodded. "Sister Delia's cooking must be excellent."
"How do you know?" Delia was curious.
"Just a guess." Roy laughed. "A person as gentle and attentive as Sister Delia must be a great cook."
After hearing that, Delia couldn't help but smile.
As a Galgame master and a veteran consumer of countless films...
Roy quickly grasped Delia's sweet spots.
Once they became closer, Delia finally brought up the doubt in her heart.
She gripped the steering wheel, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly:
"Um, Roy..."
"Yes?"
"Before you fainted last night, you called out my name, and... you even called me by that title..."
As she spoke, for some reason, Delia's face began to blush. "Why was that?"
At that time, Roy's consciousness was blurred, and he had blurted it out.
Thinking back on it now, Delia's face still felt hot.
"Oh, that..." Roy's gaze quickly scanned and saw the ID badge still on Delia's chest.
"I saw your name on your chest," Roy pointed.
"As for that title..."
Roy paused and began to talk nonsense:
"In my hometown, there's a saying: 'The one who has milk is the mother!'"
"At that time, my head was groggy, and I was longing for care and salvation. Seeing Sister Delia's amazing figure, I just blurted it out."
These words were entirely made up by Roy.
He had blurted it out because he thought that after choosing the script, the identity the system arranged for him would be that.
In the end, when the task was triggered the next day, it became a confidante.
Now he could only make things up like this.
Who would have thought that Roy's casual nonsense would make Delia blush even more.
"The one who has milk is the mother..." Those words were too blunt.
Delia subconsciously glanced at her own chest.
Her pink short-sleeved shirt was stretched tight, and the edge of black lace was faintly visible.
She bit her lower lip.
After a moment of silence, she said shyly:
"So that's how it was..."
Her voice was very small, carrying a hint of embarrassment.
But she continued:
"But even if you 'eat,' you might eat for a long time without any reaction~"
"Because I've never even been in a relationship, let alone had milk~"
After saying this, Delia's face was red all the way to her ears.
But she still forced herself to remain calm.
"However, I can still provide the care you long for. I will take good care of you until you recover."
Shy as she was.
But Delia was, after all, nearly thirty.
As long as she confirmed the relationship was good, she could still handle a few lines of banter.
"Eh? Never been in a relationship? You don't have a child?" Roy was surprised for a second.
But he quickly realized.
The system's logical erasure had directly defined Delia as a mature big sister type.
Not a housewife.
But an unmarried, top-tier beautiful woman.
Oh~, so that's it!
Fine... then~, sigh!
Hey, I'm not disappointed or anything... No Hentai stuff, no way!
"Roy, those words are a bit impolite." Delia puffed out her cheeks slightly. "I know my figure might be out of shape and my face isn't as youthful, but... I don't look like I've given birth, do I~"
That fake huffy look.
On the face of a charming, mature woman.
It was truly the height of contrast-cute.
Her fullness swayed gently with her movements.
Her legs, clad in black stockings under a pencil skirt, pressed together.
Roy's heart skipped a beat at the sight.
However, his emotional intelligence regarding women wasn't made of steel.
Realizing his words were off, he immediately used some sweet talk to coax Delia until she felt all soft.
"You call this figure out of shape, Sister Delia?" Roy had a "you must be joking" expression. "This is practically perfect proportions, okay?"
"And your face is beyond reproach—both youthful and charming."
"If I said Sister Delia was only in her early twenties, people would believe it."
These words were exaggerated.
But women fall for this.
Hearing this, the fake anger on Delia's face instantly vanished.
It was replaced by an unhideable joy.
"Smooth talker..." she muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Finally, Delia happily began to explain.
She held the steering wheel, looking at the road ahead, her voice soft:
"Actually, when I was younger, I wanted to become a Pokemon Trainer."
"I dreamed of traveling through various regions, challenging Gyms, and participating in the League Tournament."
"But some changes happened at home, and I had to start working first to earn money and support my family."
"After working for a few years, my youth was gone."
"As for dating, my heart didn't flutter as much; I just wanted to wait for fate."
"And so, I've lived aimlessly until now."
Delia sighed:
"I've been struggling recently with whether or not to quit my job and make up for the regrets of my youth."
"Then this accident happened with you..."
She turned her head and glanced at Roy, her eyes filled with complex emotions:
"But, it's not bad now."
"At least it helped me confirm my decision to resign."
"As for what comes next, we'll talk about it after I've taken care of you until you're recovered..."
There was a hint of confusion and procrastination in her tone.
Roy keenly captured this point.
"Why wait to talk about it?" He seized the opportunity and proceeded to complete the task.
To make Delia his traveling companion and start their Pokemon training journey together.
"If you want to make up for it, then go!"
Roy's voice became powerful:
"So much time has already passed; isn't hesitating even more of a waste?"
"Sister Delia, I want to become a Trainer too."
He looked at Delia, his eyes sincere and burning:
"When I'm better, let's embark on a journey of training together."
"Let's do what we love to do together."
These words were spoken with passion.
And carried a hint of ambiguity.
"Mmm~" Roy's passionate speech made Delia feel all tingly.
Her hands on the steering wheel tightened.
Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, subconsciously pressed together.
This was exactly what Delia needed.
She was someone without much of a backbone.
She would hesitate for a long time before making a decision on anything.
She had always longed for a strong person.
To be her guide.
To help her be firm about the things she wanted to do.
Roy's appearance seemed to perfectly fill that void.
Young and driven.
Although he was injured now, that drive in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
Delia's favorability toward Roy inexplicably rose again.
She took a deep breath.
A gentle and determined smile blossomed on her face.
"Okay~"
She turned her head and looked at Roy, her eyes sparkling:
"When you recover, we'll embark on a journey."
"We'll do what we want to do together."
Her tone was full of anticipation and excitement.
Seeing Delia's moved and certain expression.
Roy also curled his lips in satisfaction.
The first part of the task was settled.
The 100% enhancement to basic physical attributes would soon be his.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The atmosphere in the car became ambiguous and warm.
Amidst their small talk, the car drove into a quiet neighborhood.
Finally, it stopped in front of a two-story house with a small yard.
"We're here." Delia parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. "This is my home."
Roy looked at the house in front of him.
Typical Japanese style.
Clean and tidy.
Flowers and plants were growing in the yard.
It seemed Delia was someone who knew how to live well.
"Come on, be careful." Delia got out first, went around to the passenger side, and opened the door.
She bent down and reached out to support Roy.
This movement caused her full bust to almost touch Roy's face.
A faint scent of perfume mixed with a woman's sweat wafted toward him.
Roy took a deep breath.
With Delia's support, he slowly got out of the car.
As their relationship warmed up, Delia also became more casual in supporting Roy.
She was almost using half her body to prop him up.
Roy's left hand naturally rested on Delia's shoulder.
His right arm was in a cast, hanging by his side.
Their bodies were pressed very close together.
The warmth and softness coming from Delia's body.
Made Roy's mind wander.
The physical benefits were perfectly delivered to Roy.
With every step.
Roy could feel the curves of Delia's body.
Her fullness pressed against his arm.
Her slender waist was beneath his palm.
Her rounded hips occasionally brushed against his leg.
Her legs in black stockings swayed before his eyes.
This treatment... was simply incredible.
Roy was secretly delighted.
But on his face, he pretended to look weak.
"Walk slowly, no rush," Delia said gently, completely unaware.
Or perhaps she was aware, but felt that since he was injured and she was the one who hit him, she didn't mind.
The two slowly walked into the house.
The entrance was very clean.
The floor was covered with wooden boards.
"Sit down for a moment; I'll go get the slippers." Delia had Roy lean against the wall.
She bent down and took two pairs of slippers out of the shoe cabinet.
This bending motion.
Caused her pencil skirt to tighten instantly.
The rounded curve of her hips was perfectly displayed.
Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, were stretched straight.
"Here, put them on." Delia placed the slippers by Roy's feet.
Then she naturally squatted down.
Reaching out to help Roy untie his shoelaces.
"Sister Delia, I can do it myself," Roy said quickly.
"Don't move; your hand is inconvenient." Delia pressed down on his leg.
She squatted in front of Roy.
Head lowered, she seriously untied the shoelaces.
From this angle.
Roy could see her lowered eyelashes.
Her rosy lips.
And... the view through her open collar... completely unobstructed.
This was getting hard to handle!
Delia quickly helped Roy change into the slippers.
Then she changed into hers as well.
"Come, I'll help you to the living room to sit." She stood up and supported Roy again.
They walked into the living room.
The living room was decorated very warmly.
Warm-toned sofas.
Flower arrangements on the coffee table.
Some landscape paintings hung on the walls.
"Sit down first; I'll go get you some water." Delia had Roy sit on the sofa.
Then she turned toward the kitchen.
Roy leaned back on the soft sofa.
Looking around.
At that moment, an urge to urinate hit him.
After all, he had been lying in the hospital all night.
And had been in the car for so long.
"Delia, where is your bathroom? I need to relieve myself!" Roy wandered around Delia's house casually and stood up.
"Oh, wait a second, Roy, let me help you!" Delia ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.
She was still holding a water cup.
"Huh? You help me?" Roy looked at Delia in confusion. "Uh... I just need to pee."
"Yes! Right, I'll help you." Delia said seriously, not joking. "Your hand is injured; how will you manage? Don't get your pants dirty; I'll help you hold it."
She spoke sincerely.
Soon, Delia also realized and explained with a smile:
"Oh~ dear, don't worry. I'm already 28; what haven't I seen? It's fine; this is something I should help you with."
Delia's words were meant to put Roy at ease.
She actually hadn't seen it.
But Delia was still mentally prepared.
After all, she had studied biology and knew a bit about it.
And in her heart, Roy was an injured person who needed care.
Helping was only right.
The corners of Roy's mouth curled up slightly.
He didn't decline further.
Why refuse benefits delivered to the door?
"Then... I'll have to trouble Sister Delia." He pretended to be embarrassed.
"No trouble at all, let's go." Delia put down the water cup and came over to support Roy.
The two walked toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway on the first floor.
The space wasn't large, but it was very clean.
Delia helped Roy inside.
Then she closed the door.
In the narrow space.
Suddenly, only the two of them remained.
The atmosphere instantly became subtle.
Delia's face also turned a bit red.
But she still forced herself to remain calm.
"Come, stand properly." She had Roy face the toilet.
Then she stood by his side.
After a sound of fabric rustling, Delia seemed to be instantly frozen in place.
Her pupils dilated, her small mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't stop being shocked...
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