Since Teleporting with a passenger required significant energy, Wade chose a gentler approach. He and Rosa walked the quiet path from Hiyori Market back to the farm as the sun dipped below the horizon. Thanks to Wade's easy conversational skills and Rosa's inherently bubbly personality, the journey was filled with laughter and lighthearted chatter. By the time the farm's wooden fence came into view, her address for him had naturally shifted from a formal "Mr. Wade" to a more familiar "big brother."
"Just up ahead. Follow me."
More than twenty pleasant minutes later, Wade gently pushed open the door to the wooden cabin and gestured for Rosa to enter.
"Mm-hmm, thank you for having me~" Despite their growing rapport, stepping into a strange man's home for the first time still brought a flutter of shyness. Rosa clutched the hem of her shirt, a soft blush on her cheeks as she followed him inside.
"Meow Meow~!"
A pink blur shot across the room. Skitty, ever-attuned to her Trainer's return, launched herself into Wade's arms. It had only been a few hours since her feast of grilled fish and milk, yet the little gourmand was already acting as if she were starving.
Wade couldn't help but chuckle, giving her pitiful, pleading face a gentle pinch. "You're definitely a Snorlax in disguise, aren't you?"
"Meow~!" Skitty's large eyes sparkled as she affectionately nuzzled against his chest.
Meanwhile, Rosa peeked out from behind Wade, her curious gaze sweeping over the interior. The cabin was cozy, its structure simple and somewhat old-fashioned, with minimal modern furniture. It felt like a relic from a quieter century, steeped in a rustic, timeless charm. Yet, witnessing the easy, intimate bond between Wade and his Pokémon, a warm feeling bloomed in her chest.
This is a real home, she thought, a touch of envy coloring her admiration. A farm that feels truly alive.
"Rosa, any food allergies or dislikes?"
"N-no, not at all!" Startled from her reverie, Rosa shook her head, her blush returning.
"Good. Make yourself comfortable in the living room. I'll call you when dinner's ready." Almost without thinking, Wade reached out and ruffled her soft hair.
"O-okay." The warm, casual touch sent a fresh wave of heat to her cheeks. She stood frozen for a moment, hands clasped nervously behind her back like a bashful schoolgirl, quietly savoring the fleeting contact.
Amused by her flustered reaction, Wade smiled and withdrew his hand, heading toward the kitchen.
Soon, the rich, savory aroma of a home-cooked meal began to permeate the cabin. Wade emerged, accompanied by his ever-helpful Mienshao, carrying dishes to the modest dining table.
It was a simple, hearty spread: four dishes and a soup, steaming and inviting.
"Chirp!" "Yami!"
Lopunny and Lilligant, drawn by the delicious scent, gathered eagerly, their eyes fixed on the feast their Trainer had prepared.
"Come on out, Serperior!" Rosa called beside them.
A flash of white light from her Poké Ball materialized her partner—a regal, green serpent Pokémon that took its place at the table with elegant poise.
"Balu~"
Serperior raised its head proudly, its demeanor calm and commanding, every bit the empress.
Wade gave it an appraising glance. Its vibrant scales, keen eyes, and confident posture spoke of excellent care and formidable strength.
"This is the partner you started your Unova journey with?" Wade asked, impressed. "It looks incredibly well-trained."
"Yes! We placed fourth in the Hiun Conference together!" Rosa beamed, her face lighting up with pride at the memory. "That was my very first year of traveling. Not bad, right?" She flashed a triumphant, dimpled smile.
"Not bad at all," Wade agreed, his nod genuine. In a world divided into nine major regional leagues, for a rookie Trainer to reach the semifinals in her inaugural year was a remarkable feat. This busty, cheerful girl clearly possessed significant talent and spirit.
"Hehe~" His praise painted her fair skin a delightful shade of pink, making her look irresistibly cute.
After the satisfying meal, Wade showed Rosa to the spare room. "The bathroom is just next to the living room. You can freshen up whenever you're ready."
"Okay, big brother~ Thank you for everything!" Rosa replied, her voice warm with gratitude.
With his guest settled, Wade returned to the main room and retrieved his farm journal, the day's final ritual.
[League Calendar 2075, October 12th. Hiyori Town Farm.]
[Income: 8,000 League Coins (Miltank Milk)]
[Expenditure: 15,000 League Coins (Berry Saplings & Berries)]
[Today's Progress: Steady.]
[Current Farm Funds: 18,500 League Coins]
He tapped the pen lightly against the paper, his thoughts already turning to the farm's needs for the coming days. The ledger was simple, but the life it recorded was rich with promise.
The berry seedlings from the market couldn't wait; they needed to be in the ground soon. Once planted, without any special accelerants, the Oran, Cheri, and other saplings would take nearly a year to mature, eventually yielding fruit three times annually. The harvest would be a reliable, marketable asset. As for the fresh berries, they were tomorrow's project—Poffins to boost the pasture Miltanks' nutrition. After all, they were the farm's economic engine.
Meanwhile, in the steamy sanctuary of the bathroom…
"Ahhh, this is heaven~"
Rosa sighed, her eyes blissfully shut as hot water cascaded over her. She worked the fragrant body wash into a rich lather, the first proper shower she'd had since arriving in Sinnoh. The tension of days spent lost in Hiyori Forest began to truly melt away.
The water carved rivulets through the milky foam, which gathered tantalizingly in every curve before succumbing to gravity. The steam had painted her skin a rosy pink, and the two proud peaks of her chest were tipped with cherries that stood taut against the warm mist. It was a picture of serene, unaware sensuality.
"What a strange few days it's been," she mused aloud, the water drumming a soothing rhythm on her shoulders.
First, the aim to reach Eterna City for the Psychic Badge had dissolved into a multi-day misadventure in Hiyori Forest. Then today, a territorial Ursaring had sent her and Serperior scrambling for safety in a frantic, exhausting chase. And now… this. Sanctuary found in the wooden cabin of a kind, handsome farm owner.
She ran the bath towel over her body, from the lofty, sensitive slopes of her chest down over the soft, generous curve of her hips. A frown of consternation touched her features.
I really have nothing to repay him with, she realized with a pang. She carried no rare treasures, and her League coin purse had grown dismally light during her wanderings.
"Hmm…"
As she reached to adjust the water temperature, an idea struck, making her pause. Her eyes widened with the realization.
What if I stayed for a few days? Helped out on the farm?
The sudden thought was so vivid that she fumbled the shower dial. A burst of hotter water sluiced over her, sending a spectacular, jiggling wave across her chest. Unfazed, now kneeling on the wet tiles—her inner thighs, soft as peeled lychee, pressed together—she began to plot.
The Sinnoh Lily of the Valley Conference wasn't for almost a year. She had time. She could repay his kindness and enjoy a slice of peaceful farm life. It was perfect!
"I really am a genius~" she declared to the steam-filled room, a satisfied smile on her lips.
After a final, thorough rinse, feeling wonderfully clean, she turned off the water and reached for her towel, her mind already on the cozy spare room.
Then she saw it.
Or rather, she didn't.
"Eh…?!"
The shelf by the door, where she distinctly remembered placing her clean change of clothes, was bare. Not a shirt, not a sock, and most critically, not a single stitch of underwear.
A cold dread, entirely separate from the room's warmth, washed over her. She checked again, her hope dwindling with each frantic glance.
She'd forgotten to bring her clothes in.
Utterly deflated, she slumped against the wall. The bathroom mirror offered a mercilessly clear reflection of her predicament. Her tea-colored hair, freed from its twin buns, lay in damp waves over smooth, flushed shoulders. Her body, completely unobstructed, glistened with beads of water. The full, snow-white mounds of her chest rose and fell with her quickening breath, their peaks a delicate, aroused pink.
The final blow came when she looked at the hook holding her discarded travel clothes. The steam had thoroughly infiltrated the fabric, leaving everything damp, clammy, and utterly unwearable.
There was only one path forward that didn't involve a mortifying, dripping sprint.
Gathering every ounce of her courage, her face burning with a blush that rivaled a Cheri Berry, Rosa leaned towards the door. Her voice, when it finally emerged, was a high-pitched, trembling whisper of utter desperation.
"B-Big brother…? C-Could you… p-please bring me the clothes from my room?"