Once the mushrooms and herbs were planted, the last of the sun's glow faded behind the mountains, replaced by a drizzling night rain.
As the sky darkened, silver-tipped raindrops fell diagonally, splashing lightly on the newly tilled soil.
Nearby, the newly planted spores were visibly pushing through the earth, growing freely.
This rain had come at the perfect time.
"Master, it looks like the rain is getting heavier~"
Lopunny held out her hand, feeling the cool drops pitter-patter against her palm.
As a Normal-type, the rain didn't bother her as much as it would a Rock or Ground-type.
However, having her fluffy ears get wet was still a bit itchy and uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Hakuya gently shielded Lopunny's head with his hand.
"Let's get back then. It's time for dinner."
Rain hung from the eaves like a pearl curtain as the wooden door creaked open.
Returning from the fields, Hakuya brushed the water from his clothes and looked up to see a graceful silhouette.
In the kitchen, a beauty in a white gauze dress stood on tiptoe to reach a ceramic jar. The thin fabric was puffed up slightly by the heat of the stove, revealing the lace edges of her white stockings at her ankles.
"Master, you're back~"
Having likely sensed the movement outside with her psychic powers, Gardevoir turned slightly, her eyes curved into crescents.
Having grown up with her Trainer, Miss Gardevoir had also developed excellent cooking skills.
Under the dim yellow light of the living room, she placed the freshly cooked meal on the table and leaned in close, intentionally lifting the hem of her white gauze dress with a seductive smile.
"So, Master, would you like to eat dinner first, or eat..."
Beside them, Lopunny seemed to think of something as her fair face turned bright red, her eyes darting toward the Trainer sitting at the table.
"Of course, it's..."
"Dinner!"
Hakuya tapped both Pokémon girls on the head with his chopsticks and sighed.
What era is this? Still using such cliché lines to seduce me—
"Ouch~"
Gardevoir clutched her reddened forehead, feigning a cry of woe.
The Trainer, having long seen through the nympho's tricks, shook his head and got up to serve rice to these two girls who were always hungry for his body.
Unexpectedly, as he looked up, he saw Lopunny clutching her chest, her snowy face already flushed with lust.
It turned out the bunny girl was secretly sticking out her plump, rounded rear while sitting there.
Hakuya moved his chair over, and with a sweep of his large hand...
The next second, the bunny girl who was tempting her Master received her punishment.
"Mmph... Ma... Master..."
Lopunny instinctively bit her lower lip, the tips of her ears turning blood-red.
By now, the Trainer's large hand was pressed against those soft globes. Her buttocks, wrapped in black stockings, were like jelly filled with honey, trembling between Hakuya's palms with every breath she took.
She didn't know what was happening; ever since she asked for that "advance reward" in the afternoon, she seemed to have become addicted to this feeling.
Before, she never thought she would be as erotic as her body suggested.
"It... it feels so good~"
As Hakuya's palm kneaded the peaks of her rear once more, the warmth emanating from between his fingers made Lopunny shudder again.
She whimpered and clamped her legs shut, her juices meandering down her inner thighs like silver threads, soaking the enticing black stockings into deep, dark stains.
Feeling how "slick" the sensation was, Hakuya raised an eyebrow and looked at the white-stockinged beauty across from him. His meaning was clear:
I suggest next time you don't ask questions; just be like Lopunny and honestly stick out your rear—
"Waaaah, Master, I want that too~!"
Seeing the bunny girl trembling while being fondled by the Trainer, Miss Gardevoir wailed in jealousy.
After eating and drinking their fill, the hungry Gardevoir was just about to drag her Trainer to the bedroom for some intimacy when a phone call broke her plans.
"Hello? Is this Hakuya-onii-chan?"
As soon as the call connected, Whitney's energetic voice came through.
"Yes, it's me. What's up, Whitney?"
Taking the landline receiver handed to him via telekinesis, Hakuya asked.
Since he hadn't lived on the farm for long, he hadn't replaced the old fixtures, so the house still had relics like this landline from over a decade ago.
"Mmm..."
Whitney seemed unsure where to start, and only after a long pause did she organize her words.
"Grandpa told me that among the group of children I left with you, one seems to have a problem."
"Normally, each Miltank produces an average of 20 liters of milk a day. If you don't milk them regularly, they get uncomfortable."
Whitney sighed softly.
"However, there is a Shiny Miltank that is different from its peers."
"Since birth, it has always stayed away from the herd. If anyone tries to get close to milk it, it attacks. So no one dares approach it, not even Grandpa."
"But the strange thing is, unlike other Miltank, even though it hasn't been milked for so long, its body appears perfectly normal with no signs of distress."
"I see..."
Hearing Whitney's full account, Hakuya understood.
In the Pokémon world, while many share the same species, there are natural differences between individuals.
Some have more stamina, some are faster, some have resilient personalities.
And some are extremely special within their species—like Ash's Pikachu, Team Rocket's talking Meowth, or the absolute god Bewear from Alola.
"So... can I ask Hakuya-onii-chan to take good care of that Shiny Miltank?"
Whitney's voice was urgent but tinged with a bit of hesitation at the end.
"Of course, don't worry."
Hakuya understood her hidden meaning and nodded with a smile.
He realized now that she called because she was worried he would abandon the Shiny Miltank.
After all, for a farm, a Miltank that refuses to be milked is seen as "defective." A cruel farm owner would likely kick such a useless animal out without a second thought.
But to Hakuya, whether a Miltank could be milked wasn't the most important thing.
Whether in his past life or this one, he held a firm belief:
Pokémon were not tools to be driven, but true partners.
And becoming family wasn't out of the question either.
"Gardevoir, I have to head to the pasture first."
Hanging up the phone, Hakuya looked at Gardevoir, who was about to climb on top of him, and smilingly pinched her cheek.
"Waaaaah—!"
The thirsty Miss Gardevoir was once again denied her wish, and she could only watch her "cold and heartless" Trainer with resentment.
Hakuya pushed open the door and found that the rain had stopped.
"Moo..."
When he reached the pasture, the herd that should have been on the grass had migrated to the dilapidated wooden shed nearby.
Seeing the Trainer enter, the Miltank lifted their heads and mooed docilely at him.
One, two, three... Wait, why are there only twenty-three?
After counting, Hakuya realized one was missing.
Looking closer, it happened to be the Shiny Miltank Whitney mentioned.
"Did it sneak away?"
Hakuya frowned and walked deeper into the shed.
Pushing aside a wooden partition at the far end, he saw a loli with a child-like face and massive breasts, hugging her chest and huddling in the corner.
"Ma... Master?"
The loli's eyes lit up.