Yoshino simply nodded, stowing the purchased Hard Stones in a padded bag within the truck bed. Then, from a worn leather wallet, he produced a neat stack of bills.
"Let's see… 6,500 times three… that's 19,500 League Coin." He counted them out once more before handing the crisp notes over. "One, nine, five, zero, zero. All there."
"Much appreciated." Wade accepted the money, giving it a respectful count of his own to confirm. A genuine smile touched his lips. This is it—the farm's first real income.
With this, he could finally hire a local construction crew to shore up the cabin's sagging walls and replace its leaky roof. He could buy proper furniture, maybe even a real stove. The promise of a more comfortable, stable life for himself and his Pokémon felt tangibly closer.
Suppressing the surge of excitement, Wade's practical mind shifted gears. "Mr. Yoshino, while you're here, do you carry supplies for sale as well?"
The trader's grin widened. "Of course! What I buy has to come from somewhere, doesn't it? What do you need?"
"Let's see…" Wade considered his newly planted fields. "Thirty bags of Quick-Growth Fertilizer, ten of Revive Mix, and five bags of Bumper Crop Blend."
Yoshino's eyes lit up with recognition; he knew the needs of a starting farmer well. "You're in luck. I've got all of that in the truck." He gave a sharp whistle, and the stoic Machamp immediately sprang into action, heaving large, labeled sacks from the cargo hold with ease.
As the powerful Pokémon stacked the fertilizers neatly by the farm's storage shed, Yoshino offered some seasoned advice. "These blends are potent. The Quick-Growth will cut your harvest time nearly in half on prepared soil. The Revive Mix can bring a wilting plant back from the brink. And the Bumper Crop Blend? It does exactly what it says on the bag."
He leaned in slightly, his tone turning earnest. "But remember—always water deeply after you apply. The soil needs that moisture to absorb the nutrients properly. Too much fertilizer without enough water will burn your crops to a crisp. I've seen it happen to eager newcomers more times than I'd like."
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the warning," Wade replied, filing the crucial tip away.
With the delivery complete and a promise to check back after the next harvest, Yoshino prepared to leave for his next appointment. As he climbed back into the driver's seat, he suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Ah! Almost forgot." He reached behind his seat and tossed a small, lumpy burlap sack to Wade. "A little bonus for a new start. Think of it as a wholesaler's sample."
Curious, Wade peeked inside. The bag was filled with strange, earthy growths: fungi with blade-like ridges, woody clusters that looked like miniature shields, faintly shimmering caps, and a few lumpy, sweet-smelling tubers.
"Swords Dance Mushrooms, Iron Defense Knotwood, Double Team Puffballs, and Sweet Truffles," Yoshino listed off, pointing to each variety. "Premium crafting ingredients. Those Swords Dance 'shrooms are a key component in Attack-boosting supplements, for instance. They grow fast in shaded, humid spots and fetch a nice price. Could be a good side income while you're waiting for your main crops."
He gestured toward the distant lake, its surface glinting in the sun. "And don't forget about that! A good net can pull in more than just Magikarp. The everyday fish in there—the kind people eat—sell steadily, too. I'll buy whatever you catch at market rate."
Fish.
The simple idea struck Wade with the force of a revelation. In this world, ordinary animals still existed alongside Pokémon, forming the backbone of daily cuisine. He'd been so focused on the land, he'd overlooked the resource right on his property.
The farm's large, spring-fed lake wasn't just scenic; it was a potential goldmine. And when it came to turning a quick profit, fishermen had always been silent champions.
Fishing nets… Wade turned the idea over in his mind, a plan already beginning to form. He'd need to source the right materials, perhaps repurpose some of the old fencing…
Pushing those practical thoughts aside for the moment, he focused on the present. "Thank you again for the advice and the samples, Mr. Yoshino. It's been a great help."
The burly merchant just gave a hearty laugh and a wave. "Just doing my job, kid. Take care of that land!" With that, he slammed the truck door, revved the engine, and rumbled off in a cloud of dust. "Good luck!"
Watching the truck disappear down the lane, Wade turned and headed back toward the cabin, the weight of the League Coin in his pocket a satisfying promise.
He'd barely crossed the threshold when a whisper of silk brushed his neck, followed immediately by the profound, yielding softness of two familiar weights pressing against his back.
"Master~" Ms. Gardevoir's voice was a humid breath against his ear, her eyes already hazy with intent. "You promised to help me wash…"
Before he could form a reply, he was being tugged backward by surprisingly strong, slender hands, drawn into the warm, steamy confines of the bathroom.
Inside, fine mist from the showerhead coated the tiles. Ms. Gardevoir's thin white gown was utterly soaked, plastered to her skin like a second layer. It clung to every curve, rendering the two cherry-tinted peaks on her chest starkly visible, like blossoms bleeding through rice paper.
"Ugh…"
Her cheeks were flushed, not from the heat alone. Her arms wound around his neck like sinuous vines. Hot water streamed from her collarbone, cascading into the deep valley between her breasts before carving a glistening path down her stomach.
Below, the white silk of her stockings was darkened by water from the thighs down. With each subtle shift of her body, the fabric hinted at the lush contours beneath, a sight that made Wade's breath catch.
"Master… please, be gentle," the beautiful figure murmured against his shoulder, her voice trembling not with fear, but anticipation.
Had the bathroom door been made of glass, an observer would have witnessed a captivating scene: Ms. Gardevoir pressed firmly against the wooden panel, the softness of her chest molding and yielding with each rhythmic motion. The blush-tinged peaks stood taut against the wet gauze, their faint, frantic trembling palpable even through the solid door.
Half an hour later, Wade looked down at the utterly spent Psychic-type. She lay in the shallow, water-splashed aftermath, her beautiful hair fanned out around her like a pale green halo, a picture of blissful exhaustion.
Her stamina… still needs some work, he thought with a mix of amusement and affectionate critique, already considering future… training regimens.
Gently, he used a soft bath towel to pat her dry, then carefully gathered her limp, pliant form into his arms to carry her back to bed.
He pushed the bathroom door open, stepped into the hallway—
And froze.
There, rooted to the spot with wide, startled eyes, was a lace-clad, curvaceous, and deeply flustered bunny girl.
Wade couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. Caught in the act, little eavesdropper.
"M-Master…" Lopunny stammered. Her slender hand, as if moving of its own volition, had crept up to cup the soft swell of her own chest, a motion of unconscious mimicry she only now realized. She snatched it away, looking utterly mortified.
Seeing her thoroughly aroused and panicked state, Wade couldn't resist. His voice dropped to a playful, suggestive murmur. "Lopunny… how about I help you with your bath next time?"
"R-Really?!" The response was instant, her amber eyes lighting up with a hope that was both innocent and deeply eager.
But then she registered the teasing glint in his eye and the true, wicked implication behind his words. A scorching blush ignited across her face and chest, so intense she seemed to glow.
Wh-what am I saying?! What am I even thinking?!
The sheer force of her own thoughts was too much. With a strangled squeak, the pure-hearted bunny girl clamped her hands over her burning face, turned on her heel, and fled down the hallway in a frantic, clumsy scramble.
No, no, no! If he really came in… I'd absolutely, completely melt!
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