By the time the last berry sapling was settled, the sun had climbed directly overhead, announcing the lunch hour.
"Alright, time to head back for a meal."
"Mm-hmm, okay~!"
Today, it was the ever-thoughtful Ms. Gardevoir's turn to oversee the kitchen. As Wade settled onto the living room couch beside Rosa, he turned his focus inward.
System, claim the reward.
Beyond the newly unlocked modifier slots, the promised Psychic Fragment was now available. A moment later, a peculiar warmth blossomed within his core, spreading through his limbs—a sensation of latent potential stirring to life.
[Claim Successful!]
[Randomizing Psychic Fragment...]
[Result: Psychic Ability — Telekinesis Acquired.]
Telekinesis?
Not the world-shaking offensive power he'd half-hoped for, but a utilitarian support skill. A flicker of disappointment was quickly quashed by pragmatism.
Better than nothing. At least I won't have to bother Gardevoir for every little thing from now on, he reasoned. There would be other fragments, other chances. Patience was key.
"Let's give it a quick test," he mused silently. Closing his eyes, he focused his will, envisioning the loaf of bread resting on the kitchen counter.
A soft fwump landed in his open palm. The object was surprisingly soft and carried a faint, sweet, milky scent.
It worked!
But before he could look, a shocked, flustered gasp came from beside him.
"A... Big brother?!"
Rosa had frozen, her hands flying up to clutch her chest. Her face was a spectacular shade of crimson. She had been about to stand when she'd felt a sudden, alarming lightness across her upper body.
"S-so strange…" she whimpered, shrugging her shoulders in confusion. The motion only emphasized the generous, now-unrestrained curves of her breasts. The twin peaks, freed from their confinement, visibly stiffened under the pressure of her own arms, and with each shaky breath, they trembled enticingly. A familiar, traitorous warmth began to bloom deep within her.
Wade looked down. Nestled in his hand was not a loaf of bread, but a delicate lace brassiere, still warm from her body.
Why this?! His mind reeled. His intent had been clear: the kitchen, the bread. He certainly hadn't aimed to pluck the garment right off the person sitting next to him! This wasn't subtlety; this was a blatant heist.
Must be a calibration issue, he reasoned, a nervous sweat beading on his brow. First-time jitters.
He focused once more, his will reaching out with more deliberate control.
"Eh…? Ehhh?! EHHHHH!!"
Rosa jolted as a new, shocking emptiness registered elsewhere. A fresh, intimate chill made her gasp.
Wuwuwu…!
She bit her plush lower lip, her ears now burning a scarlet so deep they seemed to glow. The scant, lace-cut panties that had been her final defense had vanished, appearing neatly folded in Wade's other hand.
The sudden, direct exposure made her entire body seize up. Her toes curled involuntarily, her delicate feet arching into a taut, beautiful line. Without their last barrier, the warm honey that had been welling up now seeped freely, a dark patch quickly blooming on the fabric of her black pleated skirt.
Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt at modesty, but the action only served to push the soft, peach-like flesh of her rear into a more pronounced, heart-stopping silhouette.
"Mmmph…!" Faced with this comprehensive exposure—top and bottom utterly breached—Rosa's hands fluttered helplessly, unsure where to even begin covering herself.
Ten minutes later.
Wade stared at the small, intimate pile of clothing in his lap, then down at the busty girl who had, in her supreme embarrassment, simply short-circuited and slumped, unconscious, against his chest. He sighed, a long-suffering sound.
He finally understood. This "Psychic Fragment" was aptly named. It wasn't just incomplete; it was fundamentally, hilariously flawed.
Even basic Telekinesis wasn't working right. It wasn't fetching objects; it was specifically, unerringly targeting articles of clothing currently being worn by Rosa.
So… does this somehow count as streamlining the process for future… intimacy? The thought was both absurd and strangely logical. His expression was a masterpiece of strained bemusement.
Rosa lay against him, her soft, full breasts pressing into his side. With the slightest shift, he could feel the hardened peaks of her nipples, making the unconscious girl murmur softly and flush even in her sleep.
"Rosa," he whispered, his voice laced with genuine chagrin. "How about… I just put these back on for you?"
He looked at the girl who had truly become a steam-powered princess, a human teakettle of mortification, and felt a profound, if amused, sense of apology. This was not the farm management skill he had envisioned.
Last time in the bathroom, it had been a frantic rescue born of genuine concern. This time, however…
"A… big brother, you're terrible!"
Rosa's muffled protest was more a flustered squeak than true anger. She buried her burning face deeper into his chest, her body thrumming with a confusing mix of mortification and a strange, liquid warmth. Soon, under Wade's now-practiced hands, she was once again clothed, the fabric a flimsy barrier against the memory of exposure.
"Ugh…"
She clung to him, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips as her hips shifted restlessly against him. A bewildering ache pulsed within her.
Wuwuwu… what is happening to my body?
"My apologies, Rosa," Wade murmured, his voice a low, calming rumble as he gently stroked her hair. While she didn't seem furious—just profoundly, adorably flustered—he felt the need to explain. He wasn't some deviant with a fetish for lingerie. "I was… practicing my Psychic control. It's still a bit unrefined."
"Psychic… powers?"
Peeking out from her sanctuary, Rosa's cornflower-blue eyes, still glazed with embarrassment, widened with dawning understanding. That explained it. No reaching hands, just clothes silently appearing in his grasp. Psychic abilities weren't unheard of; she'd seen Gym apprentices straining to levitate Poké Balls. But what Wade had just demonstrated—the subtle, precise, and utterly intimate telekinesis—felt leagues beyond spoon-bending. A spark of awe ignited amidst her shyness.
"So amazing~" she breathed. "Is it… like Lady Caitlin's?"
Naturally, her mind went to the Unova region's own Psychic prodigy-turned-Elite. Caitlin's legend was well-known: a meteoric rise, and the infamous incident where her失控 powers had scarred Victory Road after a crushing defeat. She was the benchmark of terrifying, raw psychic might.
"Hmm, it's… a different application than the Elite's," Wade replied, a touch of wryness in his tone as he rubbed the back of his neck. One could level mountains; the other specialized in the strategic disassembly of a young woman's wardrobe. The comparison was almost laughable.
He sighed softly, then gave the soft, warm cheek nestled against him a gentle pinch. "Don't worry. With more practice, I should be able to avoid these… accidents."
"O-okay~"
To her own surprise, a faint, inexplicable thread of disappointment wound through Rosa's heart at his reassurance. She was just about to muster the strength to disentangle herself when a new, sweetly plaintive voice cut through the air.
"Master~"
"It's swollen again~ So uncomfortable…"
Rosa turned her head, her gaze landing on the approaching Milk Cow Loli. The petite figure in the pink dress waddled over with urgent purpose, her hands cupping the immense, milk-heavy swell of her chest. Without a hint of ceremony or hesitation, she guided the generous, creamy offering directly toward Wade's lips.
"A… big brother?!"
Rosa stared, her mind grinding to a complete halt. Her body, still humming from the previous intimacy, now froze in sheer, bewildered shock. The scene unfolding before her defied every expectation of a normal farm stay.
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