[Ding, Pervert Gift Package opened. Obtained Divine-Grade item "Pervert Aura"!]
[Pervert Aura (Divine-Grade)]
Description: After activation, this passive aura affects female targets. When the Host performs any Pervert-recognized behavior, their favorability increases at double the normal rate, reflecting their actual hidden feelings.
(PS: The system recommends the Host act gradually to avoid negative backlash.)
Ace stared at the pink-and-purple circular item in his hand, excitement burning in his chest.
Without hesitation, he used it.
The pink-purple glow burst into a ring of tiny peach-shaped hearts, which quickly scattered in the air before swirling around his head and fading away.
[Ding, Pervert Aura has been activated by default. This is a passive ability. It cannot be controlled, disabled, or removed. It is permanently effective.]
"Only an idiot would turn it off…"
Ace grinned and rode his bicycle back toward the clothing store.
He had already checked the system's lottery function.
The remaining draws were for battle items and special tools—100 pervert points per roll—not expensive, but without a Pokémon of his own yet, they weren't practical.
It was better to buff himself first.
While Ace pedaled wildly across the fields, in Ash's house, Delia was searching everywhere for her favorite set of black panty.
"That's strange… I'm sure I left it in the bathroom… That one's a Leavanny brand, and it wasn't cheap…"
Delia bent over to rummage through the cabinet drawers.
Her posture pressed her soft curves forward, and a deep valley spilled into view.
Sadly, no one was present to appreciate the sight.
"Ash isn't home, that kid never is. He wouldn't touch it, so… wait…"
She froze.
Could it be… him?
Her mind flashed to Ace's odd behavior earlier and how long he stayed in the bathroom.
"Ace… he wouldn't… right?"
Delia covered her lips with slender fingers, surprise shifting into shyness… and maybe even a hint of delight?
"That child… how could he be interested in me…? No, maybe I'm overthinking…"
Her soft voice echoed in the empty bathroom, her mature figure swaying gently.
But soon, her beautiful face dimmed with loneliness.
"Since Ash's father left… I can't even remember how long it's been since I felt anything like this… And Ace, he…"
Her gaze drifted to her reflection.
Her fingertips slowly traced from her chest down to her stomach as her breathing deepened.
"Mmh…"
Behind the half-closed bathroom door, Delia quietly began a whispered monologue of longing.
"I'm back!"
Ace braked in front of the small shop on the west side of town.
Oak Clothing Store.
Pallet Town belonged to the Kanto region, and Professor Samuel Oak—first Champion of the Kanto League—was a respected titan in both Pokémon research and battle.
After retirement, he perfected the Pokédex and provided it to Trainers across the world.
The clothing store was one of the professor's side businesses, opened to support his granddaughter, Nanami Oak, in her Contest journey toward the Grand Festival, where elegant clothes and performance aesthetics mattered.
Technically, the store's operations were managed by Nanami Oak.
Three years ago, after Ace transmigrated, his cute shota appearance earned him Professor Oak's sympathy. He was taken in as a helper at the Oak Laboratory.
No salary, but free room and board—and an official identity to receive his starter Pokémon when he came of age.
Originally, Ace might have become a normal Pokémon Trainer.
But now?
He only wanted to be a Pervert.
When Ace walked inside, the green-skirted girl at the counter immediately stood, placed down her teacup, and rushed toward him.
"Ace, you're back! I'll help you~"
Nanami Oak had long green hair draped over her shoulders, with an orange headband pulling her bangs back and revealing a delicate, pretty face.
Her bright green eyes matched her gentle smile. Her dress hugged her slender waist, and her legs were white and elegant beneath her knee-length skirt.
"No need, Nanami. I've got it."
Ace shook his head. With his strengthened physique, even a stack of clothes wasn't heavy at all—it just looked strange with his short height.
"It's fine! I'm free anyway!"
Nanami happily bounced past him, grabbed the remaining two bundles of clothes, and walked inside.
But she had clearly overestimated her strength.
She was already panting after a few steps, and just then, the clothes snagged on the doorknob.
She stumbled.
"Ah—!"
"Careful!"
Ace dropped everything and lunged.
Bang!
Clothes exploded across the floor, burying both of them in a colorful pile.
"Ace? Are you okay?" Nanami sat up, glancing around. No Ace in sight.
"In… in here…"
A faint voice came from beneath her. She looked down at the "pile of clothes" she was sitting on.
Ace's hand emerged first—groping.
A soft, rounded shape met his palm.
He froze slightly. Then his head pushed upward through the clothes.
"Kyaa…!!"
Nanami cried out and grabbed her skirt, flustered beyond belief.
Instead of retracting his hand, Ace pretended to "struggle."
[Ding, Host took advantage of the situation and harassed Nanami's delicate buttocks. Pervert points +300!]
"A-Ace, it's me!" she stammered.
"Huh?" Ace blinked, lifting his head from under her skirt just as she scrambled away, cheeks burning.
"Sorry… I bumped into you…" Nanami said weakly. She couldn't tell if it had been an accident or not. Out of habit, her upbringing made her apologize first.
Ace scratched his cheek. "I should be apologizing. I accidentally touched somewhere I shouldn't have. I was just wondering why it felt so soft…"
He sniffed. "Hmm… smells kinda sweet?"
"Ah…?!"
Nanami's entire face turned scarlet. How could he just say that?!
"You—you Pervert!!"
She bolted past him, covering her face in utter embarrassment.
[Ding, Host used words to strike Nanami's sense of shame and reveal true Pervert nature. Pervert points +100!]
"Good, good, good… I really am talented," Ace muttered smugly.
He rubbed his nose, savoring the lingering scent on his hand.
Hmm.
The taste of the sea.
Yeah, he knew it.