"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you."
Wade couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Lopunny, who looked ready to spontaneously combust on the spot. There was an undeniable thrill in flustering such a pure, yet devastatingly sexy, creature.
"Wait here for a moment," he instructed, his tone softening. "I'll need your help with something important soon."
After delivering the still-drowsy Gardevoir to her bed, he returned to the hallway. Lopunny stood exactly where he'd left her, but the air around her seemed to hum with nervous anticipation.
"Eh?!"
At his words, her already crimson face flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet. H-help? Her mind, still echoing with the sounds from behind the bathroom door, immediately spun wild, vivid scenarios. Her legs felt suddenly weak.
Could he mean… that kind of help?
She imagined his smile as he cornered her, his hands firm and demanding… A shiver ran through her, a peculiar chill blooming deep within her core. Should she play the reluctant maiden, or… offer herself more openly, like Ms. Gardevoir? The conflict was deliciously torturous.
A few minutes later, however, her feverish fantasies were interrupted by a soft thump as a small, lumpy burlap sack landed in her arms.
She stared at it, bewildered. Just… fungi?
"Come on," Wade said, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he reached out to stroke the velvety fur at the base of her long ears. "Let's go plant these mushrooms. And after we're done… I'll grant you a proper reward. Anything you wish."
"O-okay, Master~" Lopunny murmured, leaning into his touch. The warmth of his hand seemed to seep straight through her fur, setting her skin ablaze anew.
A bold, desperate impulse seized her. "C-can I… have a little in advance?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Before Wade could respond, she shyly averted her gaze, her ears drooping. Trembling, she took his wrist and, with achingly slow intent, guided his hand upwards, past her ribs, toward the soft, heavy swell of her chest.
"Mmm… mmm-hmm…"
A soft, shuddering gasp escaped her as the thin lace of her bustier was pushed aside. A breathtaking expanse of snowy flesh spilled forth, ripe and trembling. Wade's palm settled over the yielding mound, his thumb brushing accidentally—or perhaps not—against the taut, cherry-colored peak.
A jolt of pure, electric sensation ripped through Lopunny's entire being, scattering her thoughts. So this… this is what it feels like…
Her breath hitched, coming in quick, shallow pants. Her powerful thighs squeezed together instinctively as a broken, needy whimper caught in her throat. Amidst the overwhelming pleasure, a sliver of shame flickered—shame at how instantly, wantonly her body had betrayed her resolve to "struggle a little."
The last golden rays of sunset streamed through the window, illuminating the tear-mist in her hazy eyes. She bit her plump lower lip, but her own hands betrayed her further, pressing his palm more firmly against her, guiding him to knead the already-flushed flesh deeper into his grasp.
Wuwuwu… It seems… I'm already beyond saving.
Half an hour later, having collected his "advance payment," Wade knew it was time to pause. He gently extricated himself and guided the trembling, boneless bunny girl out the door. Play had its place, but business awaited. If they didn't get these valuable fungi planted, the farm's new revenue stream would remain just a dream.
"Lopunny," he asked as they walked a quiet path skirting the edge of the forest, "what do you think of this spot? Suitable?"
"W-wait, Master~" Lopunny, who had spent the walk trying to hide her face in her hands, slowly peeked out. Though not a Ground or Grass-type, her mastery of Dig and Plow had given her an innate sensitivity to the soil.
She closed her eyes, focusing. Her feet felt the earth's vitality, her nose scented the moisture in the air. After a moment, she pointed with a slightly trembling finger toward a perfect location: a gently sloping patch under the deep shade of several ancient trees, where the soil was rich, loose, and well-drained.
"Perfect." Wade gave her cheek an affectionate pinch, then set to work. He carefully scattered the precious spores over the prepared ground, his movements methodical. Planting these special fungi was akin to wild cultivation from his past life: find the right environment, prepare the bed, sow, and cover.
He mixed the provided nutrient-rich medium with the spores, smoothing the mixture gently. Then, gathering armfuls of nearby leaf litter, he spread a protective, insulating blanket over the seeded earth.
As he finished, he looked up to see the bunny girl returning from the nearby stream, her hands carefully cradling a small pool of clear, cool water, ready for the final, vital step.
After planting, watering was essential. Lopunny watched, mesmerized, as the cool, clear water trickled from her cupped hands, soaking slowly into the dark, spore-laden earth.
Grow up strong, little mushrooms!
"Good work," Wade said, giving her fluffy ears an affectionate ruffle. "We'll need to come back to tend them every day for a while."
These specialty fungi were thirsty. Without a dedicated Water-type Pokémon on hand for automatic irrigation, daily care would be a necessary commitment.
But the mushrooms weren't the only seeds of hope he'd planted that day. Wade focused, and with a soft shimmer, two small bundles of herbs materialized in his palms—the system's rewards. The Heal Herb, with its smaller, tender green leaves, preferred shade and damp soil. The Repel Herb was sturdier, with yellowish leaves that craved sun and drier ground. Both were of impeccable quality, as expected from the system.
Nodding in satisfaction, he carefully tucked them away for planting in their respective ideal spots later.
"Yay~"
Seeing the vibrant potential of the herbs, Lopunny mirrored her Trainer's hopeful smile. She could already picture the farm in a few months' time: rows of healthy crops, patches of valuable fungi, and fragrant herbs—a true portrait of pastoral prosperity.
Of course, growth took time. If they wanted to earn money faster to fund those crucial cabin repairs, they needed to follow Yoshino's other suggestion: the lake.
"Fishing nets…" Wade mused aloud. "I could buy one in town, or…" A more appealing idea took shape. "I could make one myself."
Gathering the raw materials was the first step, and in the Pokémon world, that meant looking to Bug-types. The silk produced by many species was stronger than any conventional fiber.
The Tarountula from Paldea spun abdominal silk with the tensile strength of steel wire, capable of deflecting a Scyther's scythe. More locally, the ubiquitous Spinarak was a perfect candidate. The webs woven from its String Shot were famously durable; they could hold a ten-kilogram boulder without snapping. It was a resource local fishermen had used for generations to craft nets sturdy enough for battling Water Pokémon.
Since Hiyori Town Farm was in the Sinnoh region, the choice was clear.
"Alright," Wade decided, a plan solidifying. "Over the next few days, I'll explore the forest on the farm's edge. Our first task is to collect enough Spinarak silk to weave our own net."