"Ma… Master, c-can I… go now?"
After a moment, Miss Lopunny managed to whisper, her face glowing like a steamed berry. Ugh… being petted like that… it makes my whole body feel so… tingling…
"Alright, go ahead. Don't catch a chill," Wade said with a soft chuckle, deciding to spare the profoundly sensitive little one any further teasing.
Unlike Ms. Gardevoir and her inherent… enthusiasm, Miss Lopunny was, at her core, a good girl. Her form—a scandalous vision in a bandeau and stockings—was a cruel irony to her shy, earnest heart, which often recoiled at its own allure. The slightest boldness from her Trainer could send shockwaves through her sensitive system.
It had to be said, there was a unique, irresistible charm in such forced shyness.
I wonder… Wade's gaze lingered on the retreating, heart-shaped curve of her behind as she scurried away. If I were to have a 'deep exchange' with Miss Lopunny, what kind of Word Strips would manifest?
After countless sessions with Ms. Gardevoir, he'd only ever triggered three: Healing Body, Psychic Amplification, and Fairy Body. What unique traits might the bunny girl yield?
His musings were interrupted by a sudden, profound softness pressing against his back, followed by a wave of delicate fragrance.
"Maaaster~"
He didn't need to turn. That voice, dripping with honeyed implication, could only belong to one person.
"Ah, it's already nine," Wade noted, glancing at the Pidgey-shaped wall clock. Right on time. This was the compensation owed for the forgotten Rare Candy—a debt his devoted Psychic-type had tracked with impeccable, eager precision.
"Master… come… reward me thoroughly now~"
Ms. Gardevoir's voice was a breathy command against his ear. With a provocative shift, she lifted the hem of her sheer white gown. The fabric whispered against her skin, and the flush of arousal painting the corners of her eyes was unmistakable. She caught her plump lower lip between pearly teeth, and her hips settled against him with a deliberate, grounding weight.
Inside the bathroom.
Miss Lopunny stood on tiptoe under the rain of the shower. Crystal droplets cascaded over the slopes and valleys of her enchanting form. The afternoon's labor with the Plow move had left a layer of grime and the scent of raw earth on her skin. Now, the steaming water sluiced it away, leaving her feeling purified, her pink skin glowing.
Her dark, wet hair clung to her shoulders and back as she reached blindly for a towel from the wall hook. Her fingers closed around terrycloth—thick, soft, and faintly familiar.
She froze.
It was one he had used.
A strange, blank stillness filled her mind. Her original intent—to dry off—melted away, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming impulse. As if guided by a force outside herself, Miss Lopunny brought a corner of the damp towel to her face. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and inhaled deeply.
Mmm… Master's scent. A mix of sun, soil, and something uniquely, comfortingly him.
Whether the water was too hot or her own wiring was simply faulty, a fire ignited deep within her naked body. Acting on instinct, she began to wipe herself, dragging the towel slowly from her flushed face, down the slender column of her neck, over the trembling swell of her chest, across the flat plane of her stomach.
Every nerve-ending screamed. The rough texture of the cloth felt magnified a hundredfold, as if it were his calloused hands moving over her, separated by only the thinnest veil.
In the steam-filled solitude, a soft, broken moan escaped her. Driven by a need she couldn't name, she suddenly pressed the bunched-up towel firmly between her thighs. A wave of warmth—both from the fabric and from within—seared through her.
"Master…~"
The name was a breathless prayer lost in the roar of the shower. For a dizzying moment, she couldn't distinguish the sound of the falling water from the choked, whimpering sounds tearing from her own throat.
The world tilted. Her legs gave way, and she slid down the tiled wall to collapse on the wet floor, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"N-no…! How… how could I become like this?!"
Staring in horror at the crumpled, damp towel in her hand—now carrying a new, intimate scent mingled with his—a tsunami of shame crashed over her. Her face burned crimson. She would never have done such a thing before! What was this shameless, hungry creature she had become?
"I—I have to wash it! Now!"
Panicked, she scrambled to her feet, intent on destroying the evidence before her Trainer could ever find it.
"Mmmph… Ah… Gulp~"
Just as she moved to shove the towel under the stream, a faint, rhythmic sound seeped through the bathroom door. It was intermittent, strained… familiar and utterly foreign all at once.
Huh? What is… that sound?
Miss Lopunny went still, a strange curiosity cutting through her panic. With careful, silent movements, she turned the shower knob. The roar of water ceased, leaving a ringing silence in the humid air. Barefoot on the slick tiles, she crept toward the door, drawn by the muffled symphony of passion leaking from the world outside.
As Miss Lopunny drew closer, the sounds crystallized from muffled noise into undeniable clarity.
That's… Master and Sister Gardevoir!
The realization sent a jolt through her, the very tips of her long ears burning. Driven by a mixture of shock and a forbidden, pulsing curiosity, she eased the bathroom door open a crack.
The scene in the dimly lit living room unfolded before her like a secret play.
The pale, elegant form of Ms. Gardevoir was curled in the Black-haired Youth's embrace, her jade-like lips parted on silent gasps. The thin white gauze of her dress was rucked up, clinging to her damp skin, where a telltale, passionate sheen glistened in the low light.
"Gardevoir… a little quieter."
Wade's voice was a husky murmur, one hand soothingly patting the smooth, arching plane of her back while the other moved with possessive familiarity over the snowy peak of her breast.
Mmm… so slick—
"If you're this loud, Miss Lopunny will hear."
"Mmmph… it's all… Master's fault—"
Gardevoir's dress was in disarray, the straps slipped from her shoulders. Her legs, sheathed in sheer white silk, were locked tightly around his waist, her body moving in a slow, undulating rhythm that spoke of complete, infatuated surrender.
Gulp—
From behind the door, Miss Lopunny's throat worked in a dry, involuntary swallow. The towel, forgotten in her hand, slipped from her numb fingers and landed with a soft, wet plop on the floor.
More than half an hour later, Wade studied the bunny girl before him. Her legs had a slight, unstable tremor, and a high, feverish blush stained her cheeks.
"Lopunny, was the water too hot?" he asked, genuine concern in his tired voice.
"N-no, Master!" she stammered, flustered by the direct question. Her mind, still echoing with the sights and sounds from the living room, scrambled for an excuse. "Maybe… maybe I was in there too long! I feel a little… lightheaded!"
"I see," Wade replied, though a flicker of doubt remained. He was too spent from the recent, vigorous "compensation" with Gardevoir to probe further.
The session, however, had borne its own fruit. A new prompt glowed in his mind's eye:
[Word Strip Acquired: Delicate Body (Blue)]
[Effect: When equipped to a Pokémon, greatly enhances bodily control and agility. Increases speed of Fighting-type moves by 15% and their power by 10%. When equipped to the Trainer, significantly boosts athletic performance and increases stamina during intimate interactions by 25%. ]
Wade's gaze shifted to Lopunny, a strategic interest sparking behind his fatigue. Lopunny was a Normal-type, but its Mega Evolution gained the Fighting type. More importantly, her movepool was rich with powerful Fighting techniques like High Jump Kick and Drain Punch. This strip was tailor-made for her. Equipping it to himself would be pure indulgence; equipping it to her was an investment in their collective strength.
System. Equip the 'Delicate Body' strip to Lopunny.
A silent command. A pulse of soft, blue-white light flared and was absorbed into the bunny girl's form.
Outwardly… nothing seemed different. Wade observed her. When he'd equipped Fairy Body to Gardevoir, the change had been palpable—an aura of allure that begged to be claimed. For Lopunny, perhaps the effect was a purely internal, battle-ready enhancement.
He dismissed the thought, too weary to analyze further.
He didn't see the subtle, seismic shift within Miss Lopunny herself. As the recipient, she felt it instantly—a strange, liquid grace threading through her muscles, a new awareness of every tendon and curve. But the change wasn't just martial.
Beneath the confines of her bandeau and the slick embrace of her stockings, her body… responded. The sensitivity that had always been her secret curse felt amplified, honed. The memory of the towel, of the scene she'd witnessed, crashed into this new, heightened physicality.
A soft, distressed whimper caught in her throat. Her legs, which had only just steadied, threatened to buckle anew.
H-how can this be…?
Her heart, which had begun to settle into a frantic rhythm, now hammered against her ribs. A terrifying, exhilarating thought bloomed in the chaos:
My body… it's becoming even more… lewd.