"..."
A few minutes later, the Sneasel who had been knocked out by the Poké Ball finally opened her eyes tremulously.
The wooden windows creaked in the wind, the soft sheets were beneath her... and she could speak directly.
At this moment, having been captured by Hakuya, Sneasel naturally entered her humanized state.
Short, deep blue hair messily brushed over her milky-white earlobes. A pair of watery red eyes blinked lightly, highlighting her petite and cute face.
Looking slightly lower, a navy blue one-piece dress lightly wrapped her voluptuous, delicate body, the fabric softly covering the tender mounds on her chest.
As the hem of her dress trembled gently with her breathing, it revealed the buttock flesh squeezed by her garter belt—voluptuous, soft, and charming, like a freshly peeled lychee, white with a hint of red, making one drool.
"Little Sneasel, awake?"
After only a brief moment of shyness, seeing the door open and the familiar black-haired youth walk in, the little Sneasel bared her teeth and claws, pouncing toward him.
Compared to Articuno—although both had silky blue hair, Articuno was a cool, elegant, tall beauty emitting a faint, seductive cold fragrance, giving off a "pity me, bully me" vibe.
Sneasel, on the other hand, was a "fierce but milky" flat-chested lolita. Despite looking like a delicate cat-girl, if you weren't careful, she'd pounce like a puppy and bite your finger.
However, perhaps because she didn't see the slightly raised sheet at her feet, Sneasel tripped before she could even pounce, falling flat onto the bed.
Hakuya looked at the fierce lolita who was still preparing to resist, expressionless.
"Trying to attack your Trainer adds another crime."
"Mmm-hnn... N-No... don't~"
In the next second, feeling her delicate, soft body being scooped up directly, little Sneasel bit her teeth in shame and anger, a cherry-colored warm glow appearing on her jade-like face.
Due to this posture, her voluptuous white waist and abdomen pressed against the farm owner's thighs, while her petite chest and slender legs hung in the air.
Unlike her inconspicuous chest, her voluptuous, perky buttocks and jade feet wrapped in garter stockings were extremely eye-catching.
Hakuya's large hand climbed gently. Little Sneasel's petite, exquisite silk-stockinged feet were like budding gardenias—tender, white, and soft as if boneless. The fresh, tender feel was quite addictive.
Pressing his thumb against her creamy thigh flesh, he could even faintly smell a whiff of elegant fragrance.
After feeling it for a moment, Hakuya didn't forget the main business—properly educating this Sneasel who came to steal from the farm.
"I said it clearly just now. Four crimes punished together. If you don't admit your mistake, I won't be merciful."
Hakuya coughed twice, preparing to give her another chance.
"I... I won't!!!"
But clearly, even pressed on the Trainer's lap, this blue-haired lolita raised her snowy neck, which was lightly stained with pink, and stubbornly retorted fiercely.
Seeing this, the impartial farm owner raised his large hand and began his ruthless education.
"Uuu-eh!"
Feeling the warmth land heavily on her snowy, soft silk-clad buttocks, little Sneasel instinctively raised her jade neck, letting out a crisp, soft cry of pain.
And she had to endure more than just the stimulation of the hand slapping. Ten hard fingers fanned and slapped faster and faster on her snowy buttocks, which were like white jade dumplings.
The warm touch pressed constantly on her sensitive, voluptuous flesh, stirring up layers of reciprocating waves.
Her entire soft, charming face was dyed a deep, undeniable, seductive crimson. Even her silky blue hair couldn't hide her jade-like earlobes, which were burning red.
Despite her visible rise in shyness, Sneasel buried her head in the bedding before her, shouting muffled words.
"Damn it, I... I won't give in!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Several more heavy slaps fell. Along with the fierce lolita's whimpering cries, her initial resistance was gradually replaced by another, peculiar emotion.
"Still hitting?! Stinky Master! Don't hit so... Uuu! Too hard... mmm-gulp..."
Although she didn't want to admit her mistake, after being captured, little Sneasel had actually acknowledged the Trainer before her in her heart from the start.
At this moment, she bit her lip lightly, seemingly resisting the heat and numbness coming from her peach-buttocks. Her silver-thread-like curled eyelashes fluttered, leaking threads of soft, charming whimpers from her lips due to the heavy slaps on her sensitive body.
For some reason, Sneasel could clearly perceive that every time Hakuya's large hand fell, a numbing, electric-like stimulation surged up from her waist and hips, causing a fiery, restless palpitation.
And when the hand lifted, the pressed flesh bounced back like a sponge, as if dissatisfied and craving the Trainer's next punishment.
"Ma... Master... St... Stop! If you hit so hard... it... it's going to get weird... uuu-waa..."
Even though Hakuya deliberately held back some strength, the voluptuous snowy flesh was simply too smooth, like a piece of high-quality white silk. With just a little force, the tender buttocks shaking with snowy waves became moist and pink, like an even riper peach.
The shame of being constantly slapped and the sweet sensation ravaging her whole body made Sneasel's soft, sensitive body hotter and hotter.
Her ice-clean, jade-like blue hair gradually became moist and sticky, like ice melting under a blazing sun, dripping with fragrant sweat. Taking a deep breath, one could smell an even richer, fresh, sweet scent.
"Little Sneasel, do you know you were wrong?"
After a while, Hakuya, whose hand was getting a bit sore from the punishment, stopped and asked specifically again.
"Uuu-waa-waa... I... I'll never dare to steal again~"
Feeling the slapping stop, the proud blue-haired lolita lay on the bed with red buttocks, eyes full of tears.
If the slapping continued, she would have to...
Wait... it seems like it's really going to...
Suddenly, Sneasel felt a vague coolness and instinctively curled her jade toes.
Seeing this fierce lolita finally stop being stubborn and admit her mistake, Hakuya nodded with satisfaction.
Although capturing Sneasel with a Poké Ball wasn't wrong, if he didn't properly correct her habit of stealing, in the future, before wild Pokémon invaded the farm, this little guy might steal from within first.
"Since that's the case, you will stay on the farm from now on..."
Originally, he wanted to assign future farm work to little Sneasel, but looking down slightly, Hakuya saw her face flushed red, her soft body curled into a ball, seemingly enduring something.
"Did I hit too hard just now..."
Seeing this, thinking he hadn't controlled his strength enough during the education, Hakuya leaned down gently, preparing to properly massage the slightly reddened peach-buttocks for this little Sneasel.
"Ma... Master, no... don't! You can't touch there... mmm-uuu-eee-eee!!!"
Feeling the Trainer's fingers gradually touching between her legs, the dazed blue-haired fierce lolita froze. As if stimulated by something, her waist trembled uncontrollably, and bursts of seductive whimpers leaked from her throat.
But unfortunately, the warmth had already covered it.
In just an instant, the moment Hakuya pressed his fingers down, he suddenly felt something wet and sticky gushing out.
The splash was huge, like a bowl full of fresh milk overflowing the lace panties clinging tightly to the base of her thighs.
The seeping fluid wound down her voluptuous leg flesh, spotting and soaking the soft, greasy navy blue garter stockings, staining the looming fair snowy flesh with an even more tempting pure white.
The flow was so urgent that although the thick fabric tried its best to block it, it couldn't stop the honey fluid from pouring down like a reverse waterfall.
The trickling water waves converged at one point, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, bursting from the unbearable stunning place with unstoppable momentum, tearing the wrapping lace apart like broken fragments.
"Mmm-uuu-ahhh-ahhh~"
Just by being spanked left and right by the farm owner on her creamy buttocks, and then accidentally touched lightly by a finger, little Sneasel moaned high and repeatedly, falling into a state of supreme pleasure.
It's over—
It took several minutes for this scene, resembling both ocean waves and a fountain, to end completely.
Hakuya held the blue-haired lolita, who was clamping her legs tightly with a flushed face, then looked down at his fingers stained with fluid, his expression somewhat helpless.
He didn't hit too hard; the force was just right.
Moreover, it seemed he had accidentally unlocked some strange attribute in this little Sneasel.