The next day,
Having spent half the night tossing and turning with Zorua, Lorze arrived at the docks in the western suburbs of Lilycove City early in the morning, yawning incessantly.
He hadn’t broken the absolute taboo of cross-species intimacy; the only reason he was up half the night was because he had decided to start Zorua’s practical combat training this morning, and thus crammed some intensive supplementary feeding last night.
Yesterday, Lorze bought a total of thirty Beginner-tier Normal and Ghost-type Gems at the Lilycove Department Store.
In a single night, he had Zorua consecutively absorb a whopping five of them.
Those gems cost ten grand a piece.
Trainers from ordinary families would normally only bust them out when their Pokémon needed to shatter a critical bottleneck or master a crucial ultimate move.
This massive influx of pure energy heavily condensed Zorua’s energy fluctuations and left it brimming with explosive vitality, so much so that it was itching to find a fucking Machamp to brawl with right then and there.
This made Lorze feel that the money he blew yesterday was worth every damn penny, and it made him look forward to the two Intermediate-tier gems he had on reserve even more.
As soon as he woke up this morning, Zorua was already clamoring to go to Mt.
Pyre.
It was the absolute best training ground Lorze had hyped up to it last night.
After all, for Ghost-type Pokémon, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more perfect cultivation spot in all of Hoenn than Mt.
Pyre.
Mt.
Pyre was located on a small island near Lilycove City.
Without a large Water-type Pokémon to surf on, you had to take a ferry.
That was exactly why Lorze was currently at the docks.
He quickly boarded the first ferry of the day, only to realize the trip to Mt.
Pyre would take over an hour.
Consequently, Lorze found a seat on the deck, intending to take a quick nap and rest his eyes.
His body swayed gently with the ship’s rocking.
Feeling the salty, damp sea breeze caress his face, and listening to the cries of Wingull and other marine Pokémon leaping out of the water, a long-lost sense of absolute relaxation washed over Lorze, almost making him moan out loud in sheer comfort.
But just as his consciousness began to blur, a sudden chill violently crawled up his spine, as if some bizarre, terrifying entity was hiding right behind him, blowing freezing air down his neck!
Yet bizarrely, his spiritual sense hadn’t detected a damn thing, which meant whoever was causing this frostbite held zero malicious intent toward him.
Lorze snapped his head back, instantly locking eyes with a pair of crystalline pupils at point-blank range!
In that gaze, he saw a mix of pleasant surprise, sheer bashfulness, and even a faint trace of a young girl’s blossoming infatuation.
Lorze leaned back to widen his field of vision, realizing it was a floating, humanoid Pokémon dressed in a traditional, elegant kimono!
“Huh~ Isn’t this a Froslass?”
Lorze recalled that Froslass was an all-female species of Pokémon known for being incredibly superficial; they absolutely loved young, handsome men.
Not only did Lorze perfectly fit that description, but he also reeked of necromantic magic, which undoubtedly made him a walking aphrodisiac to a Froslass.
No wonder she had sought him out.
“Froslass, you can’t just go around interrupting people’s rest like that,” a crisp, melodious girl’s voice called out, laced with a hint of apology.
Lorze followed the voice and saw a girl, roughly sixteen years old, jogging over briskly.
She had waist-length hair tied back with a red bandana, and wore a red sleeveless top paired with a pair of incredibly tight, scorching-hot booty shorts that barely contained the plump curves of her ass cheeks, showing off a pair of perfectly straight, long legs.
The girl stepped forward with an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry!
Froslass usually stays completely quiet inside my shadow.
I didn’t expect her to jump out and bother you this time!” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Up close, the girl’s beauty was even more striking, with pale skin and flawlessly delicate features.
Moreover, the incredibly tight red top tightly outlined her surprisingly heavy, bouncy chest.
For such a slender girl, her perfect proportions were almost on par with his ‘landlady,’ Joy Jing.
But this girl in the red top and booty shorts looked to be only sixteen years old.
Give her a few more years, and she was going to be an absolute menace.
“Oh~ Is this your Zorua?
It’s so unbelievably cute, and it looks so energetic!”
Noticing the adorable Zorua, the girl’s eyes lit up.
She then looked at Lorze and generously extended a hand in greeting:
“Hi there, my name is May.
You can just call me May.
I haven’t been a Trainer for very long, and I’m currently on a real journey.”
“I fucking knew it!
As expected of the legendary ‘Busty May’ from the original lore back on Earth.
The canon didn’t lie to me.”
Judging by her name, Lorze figured she must be Gym Leader Norman’s daughter, just like in the anime.
However, in the anime, she started her journey at the age of ten, whereas here she mentioned she had only recently become a Trainer.
But thinking about it, it wasn’t surprising.
In a realistic, functioning world, who the fuck would let a ten-year-old child run wild across the globe with walking weapons of mass destruction?
They’d have to be at least eighteen.
While Lorze was genuinely amazed by May’s appearance, her heart was also currently racing like a panicked deer.
In truth, May was a bit superficial herself, much like her Froslass.
Back on Earth, Lorze was a verified school idol.
And after practicing necromancy, he had cultivated a dark, brooding, melancholic aura that normal guys didn’t have, making him fatally attractive to the opposite sex.
If not for Lorze’s incredibly handsome face and unique vibe, there was no guarantee May would have taken the initiative to strike up a conversation.
“Your Froslass is absolutely gorgeous too, and she seems to have a wonderful personality!”
Lorze threw out a compliment, but to his surprise, Froslass instantly became violently shy and hyper-excited, squealing “Yaa~ Yaa~” as she began doing literal loops in the air.
May facepalmed helplessly and hurriedly recalled Froslass into her Poké Ball:
“I’m so sorry.
Froslass never acts like this when she sees other handsome guys.
It must be because you’re just too special!”
“You’re just way too ridiculously handsome!” May mentally added.
“Oh right!
I still haven’t gotten your name.”
“I’m Lorze.
I also recently became a Trainer. The source of this chapter is g.com.
I’m bringing Zorua to Mt.
Pyre today for some hardcore training!
Are you doing the same?”
“Actually, I made a special trip here because I plan to participate in the Lilycove City Pokémon Contest.
But since there are still more than ten days before the competition kicks off, I figured I’d drop by the famous Mt.
Pyre to check it out!”
“A Pokémon Contest?
That fits you perfectly.
Froslass is so incredibly beautiful; if she competes, she’s guaranteed to steal the entire show.”
May waved her hands bashfully.
“Thanks for the compliment, but Froslass doesn’t really seem interested in Contests.
She rarely ever cooperates with me during practice.
So, for the upcoming major Contest in Lilycove City, I’m planning to use my starter Pokémon.”
“Your starter Pokémon!
Now I’m seriously curious what kind of starter a beautiful girl like you would choose.”
May’s pretty face flushed red as she nodded.
She instantly tossed a Poké Ball, and with a flash of white light, a tall, well-built Combusken with sharp, elongated claws materialized on the deck.
“Just as I suspected, this detail hasn’t changed a bit!”
Lorze sized up the Combusken, realizing it had been raised phenomenally well.
Its muscle definition was sleek and fluid, its feathers gleamed brightly, its eyes were fiercely sharp, and its height and shoulder width outclassed its peers.
This proved that whether it was natural talent or the daily resources and training it enjoyed, this Combusken was top-tier.
Truly worthy of being the starter of Gym Leader Norman’s daughter.
“So your starter is a Combusken.
I’m highly anticipating the spectacular performance you’ll put on at the Contest!”
May proudly patted Combusken’s head, then reached into her spatial backpack and literally pulled out a fucking basketball!
Lorze: ???
“Combusken, come on, show Lorze the opening routine we prepared for the Contest!”
Combusken snatched the basketball from May’s hands, its gaze instantly turning deadly serious.
It took a few steps back to open up some space, then began dribbling the ball while dancing.
Its footwork was light, bouncy, and rhythmic.
Finally, it spun the ball around once, discarded it, and executed a flawless, devastating Tetsuzanko shoulder tackle.
“Well?
What does Lorze think of my choreography?!”
Lorze took a deep breath: “I think it’s absolutely flawless!
You are a literal fucking genius!
It perfectly showcased Combusken’s raw power and flawless coordination!
However, I do have a tiny suggestion.
If you comb its head feathers down the middle and make it wear a pair of overalls before taking the stage, it is guaranteed to become the absolute biggest superstar in Hoenn!”