Crack—slice—crunch.
Accompanied by swift flashes of the blade, the red peppers were diced, segmented, and finally crushed into a vibrant, fragrant mound. A moment later, a potent, eye-watering spice bloomed in the air, filling the kitchen with its sharp, aromatic heat.
"Ugh~" Miss Lopunny waved a hand in front of her face, eyes watering. So strong!
Satisfied with the fiery potency of the powder, Wade nodded. He then cracked the eggs against the bowl's rim with a precise tap-tap, their contents slipping smoothly into the ceramic.
"Miss Lopunny, get the fire going, please."
"Okay~"
With a soft reply, the bunny girl dutifully moved to the hearth in the corner, arranging the kindling.
"Now, for the next—"
As Wade pondered the sequence, a plate drifted into his field of vision, held aloft by a soft pink glow. Upon it lay the Veluza meat, sliced with astonishing precision into paper-thin, uniform pieces.
He looked up. Ms. Gardevoir, who should have been lounging in the living room, now stood in the kitchen doorway, a proud, playful smile gracing her lips.
"All cut~" she announced, tilting her head in a gesture that was both cute and subtly triumphant. She blinked, clearly awaiting praise.
Somehow, his little obsessed girl had Teleported over, seized the initiative, and put her finely-honed Psychic control to culinary use. The slices were perfect—a testament to both her power and her observation of his own knife skills. Each piece was so even and translucent it looked appetizing raw.
"Thank you. Well done," Wade said warmly, accepting the plate and reaching out to ruffle the beautiful hair she deliberately leaned into his touch.
"Mmm~"
A soft, pleased hum escaped her as his fingers combed through her silken locks. In moments like these, when not consumed by her more… intense desires, she truly resembled the cool, ethereal older sister from next door.
With the fish prepared, Wade seasoned it lightly with salt, splashed in a measure of cooking wine, and added the freshly whipped egg whites. He gently folded the mixture in a bowl, coating each slice in a glossy, tenderizing marinade.
"The fish looks even more delicate now," Miss Lopunny observed from her post by the hearth, peeking up with wide, curious eyes.
Ms. Gardevoir nodded in agreement, her own gaze fixed on the bowl with palpable anticipation. The performance had worked up a genuine appetite.
Once the fish was sufficiently marinated, oil hissed in the wok. The slices slid in with a satisfying sizzle. Wade took the bowl of vibrant chili powder from Gardevoir and scattered it over the cooking fish. A fresh, complex aroma erupted—spicy, savory, and mouthwatering—amidst a chorus of lively crackles.
"Gulp…" "Gulp…"
Two distinct swallows sounded from behind him, a synchronized chorus of hunger.
"Just a little longer," Wade reassured them with a smile, deftly wielding the spatula to toss the contents, ensuring each slice was evenly kissed by the fragrant oil.
The farmhouse they occupied was humble, weathered by decades of storms. The roof leaked, the floors creaked, and the furniture was sparse. Yet, within its worn walls, there was a profound contentment.
Looking at Ms. Gardevoir's affectionate gaze and Miss Lopunny's ash-smudged, earnest face as she tended the fire, Wade felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the stove. It reminded him of the journeys he'd once watched on screen—not the epic Gym battles, but the quiet moments of camaraderie around a campfire, the shared meals after a long day.
His path was different. No badges, no fame. But there was a unique charm in this pastoral life: the rhythm of the land, the beauty of a sunset over his own fields, and the deep, tangible satisfaction of building something from nothing.
And, of course, the company of captivating Pokémon Girls like the two awaiting their dinner.
I'll make this farm thrive. For all of us, he vowed silently.
"Alright! Dinner is served!"
Minutes later, Wade the chef made his proclamation. He poured the glistening, spice-coated fish slices into a large serving bowl. With a final flourish, he ladled a spoonful of shimmering hot oil and drizzled it over the top with a dramatic hiss.
A masterpiece of Spicy Veluza Slices, completed.
"Yay!" Miss Lopunny cheered, an enthusiastic bounce causing the plush softness of her chest to tremble delightfully.
As the steaming, aromatic dish was placed at the center of the table, Ms. Gardevoir's Psychic power gracefully floated over three sets of freshly washed bowls and chopsets, setting them down with a soft, precise clink.
Delicious, so delicious—
Miss Lopunny, who had snatched up her chopsticks the moment the bowls touched the table, let out a happy exclamation after her first bite. Her two fluffy ears shot straight up in delight, quivering with pleasure.
Ms. Gardevoir, ever the picture of grace, selected a perfect slice with her own utensils. She placed it delicately in her mouth, chewing slowly. A look of genuine astonishment dawned on her features, followed by a slow, satisfied smile—though a subtle, lingering heat in her gaze suggested her appetite might not be entirely sated by fish alone.
Regardless, seeing both Pokémon Girls enjoying the meal so thoroughly brought a contented smile to Wade's own face.
After dinner, as the two set about tidying the dishes with a mixture of Psychic levitation and diligent paws, Wade retired to his modest room.
"League Calendar 2075, October 6th. Hiyori Town Farm."
The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the large, open logbook. Wade's pen moved with quiet purpose.
"Income: Three Hard Stones (est. 15,000 League Coin)."
"Expenditure: None."
"Daily Progress: Three acres of farmland reclaimed and tilled."
"Current Farm Funds: 50,000 League Coin."
This was his nightly ritual, a ledger of stewardship begun the day he took over the derelict farm. No matter how tired, the log was always completed.
"Regarding cultivation: must prioritize staple food crops."
He tapped the pen against his chin, thinking. Committing to building a proper home for his Pokémon meant planning for its future.
The Leppa Berry Grain and Gungun Beans from the system would form the dietary foundation for himself and the Pokémon. That was secured.
Given the land's expanse, he could dedicate a small plot to a medicinal herb garden: Heal Herb, Repel Herb, and Revive. Widely applicable and with solid market value—key ingredients for Potions, Repel sprays, and Revives—they could supply both the farm's needs and become a reliable source of income.
The western foothills were ideal for a basic berry orchard. Oran Berries, Chesto Berries… staples that could be sold fresh or processed into Pokéblocks, always in demand among traveling Trainers.
The eastern grasslands, by tradition, were meant for husbandry. The soft wool of Mareep or the rich milk of Miltank were excellent long-term prospects. But startup costs were prohibitive for now. Livestock would have to wait; crops came first.
Nearly an hour later, Wade set down his pen, a detailed, multi-stage development plan now filling several pages. He stretched, joints popping pleasantly, and noticed through the window that night had fully claimed the sky, a tapestry of stars now visible beyond the glass.
A soft rustle came from the doorway.
"Master…?" Miss Lopunny's voice was a timid whisper. She peeked her head in, her long ears drooping slightly with hesitation. "Is… is it alright if I use the bath?"
She must have been waiting, seeing him engrossed in his work and unwilling to interrupt.
"Of course. It's the room next to the living room. You should find fresh towels in the cupboard," Wade said, rising from his chair. He walked over and gave in to the impulse, gently stroking the base of one incredibly soft, velvety ear. "Make yourself at home."
In many ways, Pokémon shared similarities with the pets of his old world. Regular grooming was a sign of a Trainer's care, a basic tenet for Breeders and Coordinators alike. For a Pokémon like Miss Lopunny, now in her fully aware Pokémon Girl state, such matters were, of course, her own private affair—a fact that made the offer of a warm bath a simple kindness, yet one layered with new intimacy.
"Mm-hmm~"
The familiar, charming blush instantly painted her cheeks once more, a silent, flustered acknowledgment before she slipped away toward the sound of running water.