In just a few short days, the farm had undergone a metamorphosis. Reclaimed fields, sprouting crops, a thriving dairy herd… Even a seasoned farmer would struggle to achieve such meticulous, rapid results, let alone produce milk of this legendary quality.
"Truly… a force to be reckoned with," Yoshino muttered, his initial shock giving way to profound respect.
After a few more moments of silent admiration for the thriving land, he finally turned to Wade, his business face back on. "My offer is 10,000 League Coin per metric ton. Does that work for you?"
"Ten thousand… per ton?" Wade couldn't hide his surprise.
The standard market rate for raw Moomoo Milk was between 600 and 800 Coin per ton, based on an average output of 20 liters per Miltank per day. Yoshino's offer was more than ten times that.
A quick mental calculation sent a thrill through him. With all his Miltank equipped with [Wellspring], he could potentially yield around 5 tons of milk per week. That was nearly 50,000 Coin weekly, over 200,000 a month… The financial future of Hiyori Town Farm suddenly looked blindingly bright.
Of course, that was the ideal scenario. Feed, veterinary care, pasture maintenance—the costs would add up. But even a fraction of that projected income was enough to make any aspiring farmer's head spin.
Beside him, Yoshino wore a mirroring expression of barely-contained excitement. "Yes, ten thousand per ton is my opening bid," he confirmed. "And I'll adjust the price in real-time based on market demand. You have my word."
The deal was a perfect synergy. Wade secured a price far beyond his wildest hopes, and Yoshino obtained exclusive purchasing rights for a product destined to cause a sensation. The burly trader could already envision the bidding wars between Sinnoh's top dairy processors, all desperate to secure a supply of "Hiyori Farm Reserve."
With mutual understanding, the deal was sealed. Yoshino's Machamp efficiently loaded the heavy buckets onto the truck for weighing.
"Total volume: 700 liters," Yoshino announced, punching numbers into his calculator. "At 10,000 per ton, that comes to… 7,000 League Coin." He counted out the crisp bills and handed them over.
Wade accepted the money, sharing a triumphant look with Gardevoir and Lopunny behind him. It wasn't a fortune yet, but the volume—the sheer proof of concept—was everything. They were on the map.
"This… this is the dream," Yoshino sighed, gazing at the pastoral scene: the lush land, the contented Pokémon, the tangible fruits of honest labor. If he had the capital for land, he'd retire to a life like this in a heartbeat.
Noting the fading light, he climbed back into his truck. "Barring any issues, I'll swing by every evening. Just have the day's haul ready for me!" With a final hearty wave, he rumbled off down the lane.
"Chu-ru-ru"
"Come on, team," Wade said, turning to his patiently waiting partners with a warm smile, giving each of their heads an affectionate ruffle. "Let's call it a day."
The moment they stepped back into the wooden cabin, a blur of pink launched itself at him.
"Maaaster~!"
The milk cow girl's voice was a honeyed, trembling plea. She strained up on her tiptoes, the motion causing her light pink dress to slip, revealing the heavy, soft weight of her chest as it pressed insistently against him. Two distinct, taut peaks strained against the thin fabric.
Wade instinctively moved to steady her, but his supporting hands found themselves cupping an impossibly warm, yielding softness instead.
"Mmm… Ah! S-something's… wrong with my body…"
???
How could this innocent creature be going completely commando?!
"Mmmph…"
At that moment, the Miltank girl's soft, peach-ripe mounds were crushed against his chest, her fair skin flushed a deep, telling crimson. She trembled as his exploring fingertips confirmed the lack of any barrier.
"Is it… because Master… took it off this morning?" she whispered, her voice shaking, her eyes already glazing over with confused arousal.
She arched her back unconsciously, and a fresh, warm dampness seeped from between her thighs, a silent echo of the morning's intimacy.
My body feels… so strange. It's like that feeling from this morning all over again.
After a moment, her face burning with a mix of shame and a strange sense of correctness, she offered a timid explanation. "I… I thought M-Master didn't want me to wear it~"
"Ugh…"
Nearby, Miss Lopunny, who had been watching the entire exchange, felt her own face grow hot. Her slender hand crept downward of its own volition.
I… I didn't know Master liked… this…
Wade, withdrawing his slightly damp fingers, looked into Miltank's eyes—eyes that held a world of suppressed shyness yet brimmed with guileless trust—and finally understood. Because he'd removed that bit of lace in the morning, her simple mind had categorized it as 'unnecessary.' She'd simply… gone without.
This milk cow is an absolute idiot when it comes to common sense! he thought with a mix of exasperation and utter fondness, giving her flushed cheek a gentle pinch.
If Lopunny was the type to blush and acquiesce when he grew bold, then Miltank was like a perfectly responsive doll, eager to fulfill every unspoken wish, needing only the slightest nudge to become utterly, completely his.
Not that she wasn't already.
With that thought, he pressed his palm more firmly against the trembling softness of her rear and issued a gentle command. "You don't have to wear it here at home. But you must remember to put it on if you ever go outside, understand?"
"Mhm mhm~" she murmured, biting her plump lower lip in a futile attempt to contain her shivers, a fresh sheen of moisture already glistening beneath the hem of her slightly hitched pink skirt.
"Good girl," he said, his voice softening. "Now, let's eat."
Since she was already here, offering herself up so temptingly, Wade saw no reason to let her go. Instead, he kept her perched on his lap, supporting her weight as he sat down at the dinner table.
Tonight's meal, diligently prepared by the ever-capable Ms. Gardevoir, was a spread of three dishes and a soup, generously laced with chili. At the table, the Psychic-type subtly leaned forward, the motion lifting her full, ripe form in a clear attempt to recreate yesterday's provocative tableau.
Her efforts, however, were in vain. Her Trainer's attention was entirely monopolized by the pure, pliant milk cow loli in his arms. Wade merely caught Gardevoir's eye and signaled a promise for later with a slight tilt of his head, before turning his focus back to the blushing girl.
He took a bite, coughed slightly. "A bit spicy today."
In response, Miltank's eyes lit up with a simple, earnest solution. She shifted in his lap, leaning closer. "Then, then… drink this, Master!"