Splash…
the sound of running water in the bathroom continued.
Hanako washed her hands in front of the mirror, her expression blank.
She hadn’t been able to snap out of her shock for a long time.
In fairness, Hanako couldn’t be blamed for her reaction.
Given the massive gap between what she had learned in biology books and what she had just witnessed—comparing a tiny Caterpie to the legendary, colossal Rayquaza—anyone would find it hard to process.
Her breathing was rapid, and she unconsciously swallowed hard.
Peeking out, she caught a glimpse of Roy heading back toward the living room.
She gently closed the bathroom door, locked it, and leaned her back against it, her chest heaving violently.
After a few tense seconds, she cautiously lifted her pencil skirt to look down at herself.
“Oh my~ this is so embarrassing…” A shy, flustered exclamation followed by the soft sound of her stomping her feet echoed quietly inside the bathroom.
Although the commotion was small, Roy’s newly enhanced senses picked it up clearly.
Sitting back down on the living room sofa, a mischievous smirk played on the corners of his mouth.
It seemed the shock value had worked perfectly; Hanako was even more innocent and sheltered than he had imagined.
As Roy was lost in thought, a rustling sound came from beneath the sofa.
A furry little fellow crawled out—brown fur, a large fluffy tail, and big, expressive black eyes staring curiously up at him.
An Eevee?
Why is there an Eevee in Hanako’s house?
“Hanako-san…” Roy called out, but the splashing sound of a shower was already echoing from the bathroom.
“Ah~” Hanako’s flustered voice drifted out over the sound of water.
“Uh, about that…
it rained heavily last night and my clothes got soaked.
I…
I’m taking a quick shower!
I’ll come out and make you something to eat in just a bit.” “Okay, sure,” Roy called back.
“I was just going to say, there’s a little Eevee out here.” He looked down at the Eevee on the floor, and the little fellow tilted its head, letting out a soft, “Eevee~” “Oh, that was a birthday gift from a friend,” Hanako explained, her voice muffled by the running water.
“I’ve never systematically learned how to train Pokémon, so I just let it play around the house.
Since you’re planning to become a Trainer, you can try playing with it for now!” Hearing this, Roy tentatively reached out his hand.
Eevee shrank its neck back slightly in caution, but it didn’t run away.
Instead, it leaned in curiously, sniffing his fingers.
When Roy’s hand gently landed on its head, smoothing its soft fur, Eevee adapted instantly, affectionately rubbing its cheek against his palm with a comfortable purr.
[Ding!
Triggered Mission: Obtain your first Pokémon.] [Mission Reward: Light Ball — Doubles Attack and Special Attack when held by Pikachu.] A new system mission had appeared.
Roy browsed the interface; obtaining his first Pokémon didn’t seem too complicated, but it required a plan.
Usually, starters were distributed by Professor Oak to those who paid League fees, or passed down as family heirlooms.
Since Roy had neither, he figured he could either visit Professor Oak’s lab to see if a mission would trigger, or simply utilize his 100% physical attribute boost to catch one in the wild through sheer physical dominance.
Yeah, hand-to-hand combat with a wild Pokémon sounds like a plan, he thought.
Just as he finalized his strategy, the shower stopped.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
Because the decision to shower had been spontaneous, Hanako hadn’t brought a change of clothes into the bathroom.
She stepped out wrapped only in a single, rather limited bath towel.
The towel was stretched tight, barely covering the essentials; it bound her full bust tightly, while the hem barely reached the very top of her thighs, leaving her long, flawless legs completely exposed.
The scent of a mature woman was at its absolute peak.
Her damp brown hair draped over her shoulders, still dripping water droplets that slid down her neck, over her collarbone, and vanished into the deep cleavage bound by the towel.
Her skin held a beautiful, rosy glow from the heat of the bath, making her look incredibly radiant.
Catching Roy’s intense gaze, Hanako’s face instantly flushed crimson.
“I…
I’m going to go change,” she whispered softly, quickly rushing toward her upstairs bedroom.
As she hurried away, the hem of the towel fluttered, momentarily exposing the lower curve of her pale, rounded hips.
It was another absolute feast for Roy’s eyes.
He watched her disappear upstairs before finally withdrawing his gaze with a silent sigh.
Who could possibly resist this?
Eevee suddenly nipped at Roy’s pant leg, seemingly trying to distract him from staring.
“Hey, I’m just looking out for your owner,” Roy teased the Pokémon.
“I was just worried she’d trip running that fast.” Eevee tilted its head, releasing his pants, though its eyes remained highly suspicious.
In the days that followed, Hanako fully made good on her promise.
She took meticulous care of Roy—helping him wash up each morning, changing his bandages, cooking his meals, and doing his laundry.
Their bond grew deeper by the day as they shared meals, watched TV, and talked for hours.
Sometimes, Hanako would even take him for walks around the peaceful paths of Pallet Town.
It was during one of these deep conversations that Roy keenly picked up an important piece of news…