"Ugh... it's so tight."
Rosa leaned against Wade's arm, her body as pliant and yielding as melting cream. As he gently drew the straps of the bra over her shoulders and his large hands smoothed it against her back, a soft whimper escaped her lips. The fabric, which should have been a perfect fit, now felt impossibly constricting. Her breasts, swollen and sensitized from the steam and the sheer intensity of the moment, seemed to have grown fuller, resisting the confines of the lace.
With a soft click, he fastened the clasp. The bra tightened decisively, the delicate trim digging into the soft, yielding flesh. The two pert peaks within strained against the material, standing taut and alert, sending a jolt through her that made her thighs press together instinctively.
"Relax a little. It's not fully adjusted yet," Wade murmured, his voice a low rumble as he gently ruffled her damp hair, amused by her flustered state.
After guiding her arms through the sleeves of the simple Poké Ball-print top, his attention turned to the final item. He picked up the black lace panties from the pile, their sheer, cutout design leaving little to the imagination.
"A… big brother, sh-should I… do that part myself?" The moment she saw the garment in his hand, Rosa transformed into a living steam engine. Her stammer returned in full force, and the tips of her ears burned a brilliant crimson, as if a direct Flamethrower attack were imminent.
"Do you have any strength left?" Wade countered, one eyebrow arched.
"I…" she began, a spark of defiance urging her to prove him wrong. She attempted to push herself up from his supporting arms, but her body, limp and uncoordinated, refused the command. She hovered halfway for a pathetic second before collapsing back against him, looking up with tear-bright, helpless eyes. "I… I really can't."
"Then stop struggling. Just lie still and let me handle it." With a mix of exasperation and tenderness, he gave her flushed cheek a gentle pinch and eased her back down. He could feel the complete lack of tension in her limbs; she was utterly spent.
"Woo… mmmph…" A muffled, confused sound escaped her as she settled back against him, compliant but trembling.
Wade carefully gathered the flimsy garment. Starting at her ankles, he guided it upward, the lace whispering over the soft skin of her calves, the generous swell of her thighs, and the plush curve of her hips, finally settling into place at the most intimate juncture.
"Big brother… d-don't look… please~" Rosa buried her face completely in the hollow of his neck, her entire body quivering under the weight of his focused attention. As the snug lace came to rest against that newly awakened, sensitive flesh, a strange, liquid chill pulsed through her core, a sensation so intense it felt like a dam was about to break.
This is all Mom's fault! she wailed internally, her face aflame. Her mother had insisted she was a grown woman now and should "explore new styles." But she'd never specified these kinds of styles!
Once the mortifying process of dressing was complete, Wade lifted her easily, carrying her into the spare room where her Serperior rested.
"Balu~" The regal Pokémon lifted its head, its curious gaze following the Trainer who carried its human, now clinging to him like a weary child, into the room.
"Stay still. Let me dry your hair."
Supporting her weight, Wade sat on the edge of the bed and settled Rosa sideways on his lap, her head resting against his chest. Her hair was still heavily damp; in the encroaching chill of late autumn, leaving it wet was an invitation for illness.
Whoosh… whoosh…
The warm blast of the hairdryer filled the quiet room. His fingers carded gently through her tea-colored strands, separating them as the hot air flowed. The rhythmic motion and the comforting heat were hypnotic.
"Mmm…" Rosa nuzzled unconsciously against him, a soft, contented murmur escaping her lips. She felt like a cherished pet being groomed, every stroke easing the last remnants of tension from her body.
In the soft, dim glow of the bedside lamp, their silhouettes merged into a single, intimate shadow on the wall.
"Alright, all dry." He ran his fingers through the now-silky, completely moisture-free hair one last time. "It's very late. You should get some sleep."
Giving her cheek one final, affectionate pinch, he carefully shifted her weight onto the mattress, stood, and turned toward the door.
"O… okay. Goodnight~" Rosa's reply was a breathy sigh.
As the door clicked shut behind him, she collapsed fully into the blankets, her body finally surrendering to a profound and complete exhaustion, her mind awhirl with the bewildering, heated memories of the evening.
Being seen like that for the first time…
Being dressed by someone for the first time…
Having my hair dried while cradled in his arms…
The memories of the previous night replayed in Rosa's mind with vivid, torturous clarity. She felt utterly depleted, as if every ounce of energy had been siphoned from her body, leaving her boneless and flushed.
"Ahhh—!"
After lying in a daze for some time, a sudden surge of restless energy overtook her. She buried her burning face in her hands and rolled violently across the bed, her legs kicking at the blankets.
"Wuu wuu wuu... I'm going to combust! I can't handle this!"
"Balu~"
Serperior, who had been settling in for a nap, lifted its head with a weary, almost judgmental look. It observed its Trainer, who was currently writhing with more serpentine agitation than it had ever managed, and let out a soft, disapproving hiss.
The next morning, Wade awoke to the familiar, gentle nudge of the Milk Cow Loli. Pushing open his bedroom door, he found Rosa already in the living room. She sat perfectly straight on a wooden chair, hands folded neatly in her lap, as if she had been waiting for him for some time.
"Are you getting ready to head out?" Wade asked, leaning against the doorframe.
She had reined her tea-colored hair back into its signature twin buns, the pigtails resting primly on her shoulders. The simple white top she wore did nothing to diminish the eye-catching, generous swell of her chest; if anything, it made the soft curves more pronounced. Wade's gaze lingered appreciatively for a moment before returning to her face. He recalled her goal: to compete in the Sinnoh League. That meant a grueling schedule of collecting eight Gym badges before next September. Compared to his own tranquil farm life, Trainers like her were a tougher breed, constantly on the move, weathering the elements and the uncertainties of the wild.
"N... no, I just got up," Rosa stammered, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her top. She took a deep, steadying breath, gathering her courage. "Big brother, can I... can I stay here for a few more days?"
"Hmm?" Wade's expression shifted to one of mild surprise.
Seeing his reaction, Rosa's face flamed anew. She waved her hands frantically. "N-not to freeload! I promise! I just... I feel it's wrong to accept your kindness without giving anything back."
Her voice grew quieter, barely above a whisper as she looked down at her lap. "I don't have anything valuable to give you right now. But... but I can work! I can help on the farm for a few days, as a proper thank you." Her clear blue eyes peeked up from beneath her lashes, filled with a fragile, hopeful expectation.
Wade fell silent, his face adopting a thoughtful, almost stern expression. He crossed his arms. "I see. That's a serious offer. In that case... I'll have to think about it carefully."
"O-oh..." Rosa's heart sank. The prolonged silence felt like a verdict. Her grip on her clothes tightened, knuckles turning white. Disappointment washed over her, cold and sharp. It wasn't just about repaying a debt anymore. After last night, she realized that simply being near Wade made her heart flutter with a strange, compelling warmth. She wanted to stay, to understand him better, to maybe...
Her face paled. Was it really not possible?
But then, in the very next second, the heavy silence shattered.
"I'm just teasing you."
His voice was warm, laced with playful amusement. A large, comforting hand settled on her head, ruffling her carefully styled buns.
"One or two days? That's not nearly enough. I plan on squeezing every bit of help I can get out of you for a good while longer!"
"Eh?!"
Rosa's head snapped up, her wide, azure eyes blinking in stunned disbelief before sparkling with sudden, radiant joy. The rollercoaster of emotions left her breathless, but the landing was sweeter than she'd dared to hope.
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