Inside the bathroom.
[Intimate interactions with Farm Pokémon: Milotic count +1]
[Beautiful Retainer (Red)] x4
[Beautiful Retainer (Purple)] x6
[Beautiful Retainer (Purple/Red): Doubles all physical attributes of the holder. If equipped to a Pokémon, it significantly increases its Beauty, boosts the power of STAB (Same Type Attack Bonus) moves by 20%/30%, and grants a 20%/25% chance to Infatuate the opponent.]
The shower sprayed down, and a veil-like mist spread and enveloped the room.
The farm owner, who had worked hard all day, was holding the "cleaning rod," still diligently unclogging the blocked pipe.
"Ge... Gently... mmm-uuu-waa~"
Although she belonged to the same "big car" category as the kimono-clad mature Mienshao, after getting hands-on, Hakuya felt that whether driving forward or in reverse, there was a significant difference between the two.
Unlike the former, who was full of aggression and often pinned the Trainer to the ground to ravage him ruthlessly, the mature mermaid Milotic was as soft and delicate as melting ice cream. She gently wrapped him like tender water, eyes full of love, letting him do as he pleased.
Perhaps because she was a Water-type Pokémon, she was gentle, charming, and voluptuously juicy.
Every time the "cleaning rod" plunged deep to clear the blockage, the stretched pipe would overflow with surging waves. The suction on the rod made it difficult to pull out, causing the Trainer to involuntarily increase the force and speed of his unclogging.
It wasn't just simple wetness and tightness; it felt more like a mass of living jelly with its own consciousness, firmly sucking onto the invading heat. As a Pokémon bearing the title of "Beauty," Milotic's humanized body structure seemed born for pleasure. The soft flesh inside the tunnel was layered, and with every wide-open thrust from Hakuya, those delicate folds squirmed and contracted frantically, like countless greedy little mouths trying to completely melt this thick cleaning rod inside her body.
"Uuu... too... too deep..."
Milotic's long legs, which had been hanging weakly over the edge of the bathtub, suddenly tensed due to the impact hitting her cervix directly. Her eyes, always shimmering with water, lost focus in a daze, and crystalline saliva slid down the corner of her mouth.
Hakuya could clearly feel that as her arousal reached its peak, streams of warm, sticky love juices were continuously gushing from her depths, mixing with the warm water from the shower to create sweet, sticky glug-glug sounds. That was the unique lubrication of a Water-type Pokémon; even after Hakuya had pounded violently hundreds of times, there was still no sign of dryness. Instead, it became even smoother, allowing every impact to hit the deepest soft flesh without obstruction.
The sensation of being wrapped in extreme gentleness yet sucked frantically made Hakuya gasp. He grabbed Milotic's slender waist, showing no more mercy, and began a storm-like sprint with the power of his waist and abdomen.
"Ah! Going... going to break... Little Master... uuu-waa!"
A seductive crimson flush appeared on Milotic's snow-white skin. Usually maintaining an elegant posture, she was now like a fish stranded on the shore, trembling violently with Hakuya's movements. Her slender fingertips dug firmly into Hakuya's back, leaving ambiguous red marks. Finally, under a soul-penetrating thrust, her body stiffened abruptly, and a scalding torrent poured violently onto the "cleaning rod."
"Little Master~"
After a long while, Milotic lay limply on the water-soaked floor, drenched in fragrant sweat. She panted lightly, her fair, snowy arms wrapping around Hakuya's neck. Her jade face was flushed, and her amber eyes were full of tenderness and love.
Although her juices far exceeded those of the other Pokémon girls in the cabin, she ultimately couldn't withstand the powerful pounding of the Trainer, whose strength had been significantly boosted by equipping four attributes. After a long time, the pipe that was once overflowing with moisture ran completely dry.
After settling the soft, mature mermaid and resting for a while, Hakuya heard a familiar car horn from outside the house.
"Do you have anything to sell today?"
Uncle Yoshino jumped down from the truck, rubbing his hands as he asked.
"Yes." Hakuya nodded, then had Gardevoir use her psychic powers to bring out the goods stored in the warehouse. "Wan-Wan Grain and Roll-Roll Beans freshly harvested this afternoon."
Yoshino stepped forward, gently snapped off a wheat ear, and peeled open the husk.
Plump grains emitting a golden glow came into view, accompanied by a扑鼻 (pū bí - assailing the nose) natural fragrance.
"Mmm... the quality of this Wan-Wan Grain is very high!"
Exclaiming slightly, he began weighing and calculating, then handed the money to the young farm owner before him.
"Alright, that's a total of 80,000 League Coins."
Different from what Hakuya expected, perhaps due to the high quality, Yoshino didn't haggle and directly offered a price of 30 League Coins per kilogram.
"Wait a moment."
Stuffing the thick stack of League Coins into his pocket, Hakuya informed him and walked back into the wooden cabin.
"This is..."
A few minutes later, Yoshino looked at the young farm owner who came back out, a look of surprise on his face.
In Hakuya's hand was a plate of steaming zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), overflowing with fragrance, stimulating one's appetite.
Just smelling the rich, glutinous scent, the muscular Machamp beside him had shining eyes, swallowing saliva unworthily.
"These are Choice Zongzi made from Wan-Wan Grain. Uncle Yoshino, you and Machamp take them all; they taste very delicious."
Seeing this, Hakuya couldn't help but smile.
He learned to make these from his Senior Sister Cynthia and then made a new batch himself.
After all, whether it was the Rainbow-quality Super Rod gifted earlier or the proactive promise to handle future MooMoo Milk transportation, he had received a lot of care from Uncle Yoshino. Thinking about it, giving these Choice Zongzi, which could enhance Pokémon strength, as a return gift seemed appropriate.
"Thank you so much! I see Machamp is already drooling over there, haha."
Without any pretentious refusal, the straightforward Yoshino accepted them naturally and laughed heartily.
Finally, sitting back in the driver's seat, he suddenly remembered something and rolled down the window before leaving.
"By the way, I heard from the weather forecast that a cold wave is coming soon. You should prepare in advance."
Perhaps worried that the black-haired youth had only taken over the farm for a month and lacked experience dealing with such extreme weather, Yoshino pondered for a moment and continued his advice.
"If I remember correctly, you planted fruit trees on the farm, right? Those saplings aren't afraid of high heat, but they are very sensitive to cold weather. If you don't wrap their trunks with burlap for warmth, they will likely die in large numbers within a few days..."
"Also, the Miltank in the pasture need some attention. After getting cold, their milk will become thinner, and the quality will drop significantly..."
"No wonder... I understand. Thank you very much for your advice."
Hearing this, Hakuya nodded in realization and thanked him sincerely.
Initially, he didn't feel much when he stepped out, but after standing outside for a while, wearing shorts and short sleeves, he couldn't help but shiver.
For a farm owner, weather was very important information.
Continuous sunny days, rain, or extreme weather like typhoons and cold waves would affect the farm's various crops to varying degrees.
If countermeasures weren't prepared in advance, it was easy to fall into a situation of heavy losses.
"It seems... I'll have to watch the weather forecast every day from now on~"
Watching Yoshino's truck leave, Hakuya sighed.
Unlike his previous life, which relied on satellite remote sensing technology to detect weather information, in the Pokémon world—because all launched satellites were shot down by Rayquaza swarms in the ozone layer—weather observers often used the power of Pokémon to predict weather changes for the coming period.
For example, Vaporeon could sense moisture in the surroundings through its fins; if they started to tremble slightly, it would rain in a few hours.
Castform had even wider applicability. Because changes in temperature and humidity would cause its body cells to change and transform into different forms, it became a standard Pokémon for most weather institutes.
Of course, if their strength was powerful enough, Pokémon could even change the local weather, like the three first-tier legends of the Hoenn region—Kyogre the fat fish, Rayquaza the ultimate green caterpillar, and Groudon who could never fly.
"Doom~"
Just as Hakuya was thinking, the Houndoom leader dashed out of the wooden cabin.
Reaching out to embrace her gently, Hakuya instantly felt much warmer after shivering in the wind outside.
It had to be said, Fire-type Pokémon were truly giant heat packs—
He wondered what novel sensations it would bring during humanized "communication" in the future.
"Come, go work on the farm with me first."
Hakuya stroked her horns gently and suggested.
Although it was getting late, since he knew the cold wave was coming, he couldn't just sit and wait for death. He had to prepare early.
So, taking flashlights, burlap, and other items from the warehouse, Hakuya and the Houndoom leader marched toward the mountain orchard.
"Doom~"
"I didn't expect it to become like this already."
At this moment, under the illumination of the flashlight, parts of the mountain orchard came into view.
A few days ago, these berry saplings were growing well, but looking closely now, the originally green leaf buds had softened and curled due to freezing, and the newly sprouted tender branches were withered and drooping, showing signs of shrinking.
Looking slightly lower, the soft soil was sparkling with crystalline lights. Houndoom, thinking it was some glowing treasure, picked it up, only to find the object melted instantly in her mouth—it was fine ice shards.
Seeing the scene before him, Hakuya couldn't help but sigh.
The cold wave came even faster than they imagined!
If he hadn't come to check tonight, these berry saplings would probably all be dead before long.
Thinking this, Hakuya hurriedly raised the burlap brought from the warehouse and began wrapping it around the frozen saplings one by one.
Compared to ordinary plastic film, burlap had better breathability and insulation, forming a "warmth layer" on the surface of the trunk to reduce direct damage to the bark from low temperatures.
"Doom~"
However, just as the Trainer was buried in work, Houndoom, who was wandering around, seemed to have discovered something and began to call out loudly.
"What's wrong?"
Putting down the burlap at hand, Hakuya looked confused but chose to follow the little one deeper into the orchard.
This deepening was no small matter. Looking around, he was surprised to find that unlike the outside where only the soil had fine ice shards, the saplings planted further in had all turned into ice sculptures!
"..."
Before Hakuya could finish being shocked, a familiar figure not far away stunned him again.
Three deep blue, prism-shaped feathers formed a crest on its head, and a long, streamer-like tail drifted to the ground due to its prone posture, presenting a cold and noble temperament.
From appearance, it was a bird Pokémon.
Well, now he finally knew why there had been a cold wave recently—
In the next second, the system information panel popped up.
[Name: Articuno]
[Type: Ice + Flying]
[Gender: Female]
[Level: 60]
[Ability: Pressure (The Pokémon raises the foe's PP usage)]
[Moves: Reflect, Ice Shard, Tailwind, Freeze-Dry, Roost, Ice Beam, Snowscape, Blizzard, Hurricane, Weather Ball, Light Screen, Air Slash, Brave Bird]
[Equipped Attributes: None]