Odin pulled his Pokegear from his pocket, shifting his weight as he quickly typed out a text to Lucy. He figured he'd see what his girl was up to, maybe get a jump on mapping out those Viridian Forest tracks. Almost immediately, his screen flashed with a reply.
Lucy: "I'm about to commit suicide. And no, I don't want to talk about it! And no, don't try to stop me!"
Before he could even type a question mark, her status dot blinked out. She had gone completely offline.
Odin stared at the screen, letting out a short, amused grunt as he shoved the device back down. "Well... so much for that. She'll come around, I'm sure," he said to himself, shaking his head. He knew exactly what was wrong; her pride was totally shattered after that hyper-exaggerated aegyo fan-service routine she had dragged herself through in front of Ariana. She was probably buried under a mountain of blankets in her quarters right now, dying of pure second-hand embarrassment.
He dismissed it and began making his way back to Celine's clinic. The only problem was the goddamn layout of this place. The Team Rocket base was a structural maze. Odin spent the next thirty minutes walking around in circles, going up and down in the elevator, turning down identical-looking corridors, and cursing under his breath until he finally recognized the distinct marker of the surgical wing.
"Okay... downloaded," he muttered, locking the exact path into his memory so he could come back here and leave next time without getting lost like a clueless grunt.
He gripped the handle, pushed the heavy door to Celine's clinic open, and saw her beautiful face once more. Looking at her under the steady lights, Odin couldn't help but think she was seriously high maintenance. She looked exactly like the type of high-class woman who only used the most expensive, top-shelf luxury brands, regularly maintaining her pristine skin and silky brown hair with all kinds of premium skincare products. But in Odin's opinion, that elite, untouchable aesthetic only added to Celine's immense charm. It made her look like a rare, forbidden asset, and it made him want to drag her down into his harem even more.
Celine was sitting by her desk, her long legs crossed elegantly as she leaned over a small bottle. She was currently busy painting her nails with slow, perfectly precise strokes. The room smelled incredibly good, completely masking the sterile, clinical odor you'd expect from a medical room with an incapacitated patient like Angel resting in the background.
"What you are smelling is the air freshener I decided to use for this room; it's called Pecha Blossom," Celine said, her voice gentle, soft, and completely serene. She never once looked up from her task, keeping her amber-brown eyes fixed entirely on her wet nails. "It's a delicate, high-end white floral perfume infused with the sweet, velvety nectar of the fragrant Pecha Berry. It's from the brand Nuvema, named after Nuvema Town. It has a beautiful, soft, rhythmic sound to it, don't you think? Officer?"
Odin was caught completely off guard by how she even knew he was processing the scent. Was I sniffing the air too loudly? he thought, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second.
He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, trying to regain his casual stance while his eyes openly mapped out the slope of her bare shoulders under that elegant cream top. "Uh, yeah... it smells good, gotta say," Odin said, his voice a low, rough rumble as he stared at her, thoroughly mesmerized by her beauty. "You always know your shit... and you clearly got the good shit too."
Celine's lips twitched, a faint, graceful smile gracing her face at his incredibly crude version of a compliment. She continued painting her nail, her movements smooth and rhythmic. "Well, since you like it so much, I'll give you one as a present. Use it to make your house smell good," she said, her voice remaining serene, steady, and soft.
She set the tiny brush down against the rim of the glass bottle. "Also... am I really that beautiful to you? I can feel your gaze... so could you stop staring?"
She finally looked up, her striking amber-brown eyes shifting away from her hands to fix her gaze directly into Odin's black eyes.
Not gonna lie, that sudden, piercing look caused Odin's heart to completely skip a beat. The diamond drop earrings she wore caught the light as she tilted her head, making her look entirely out of his league.
So Odin did exactly what Odin would do; he leaned into his gangster charm, took a slow hit from his Oran Berry Ice vape, and threw his absolute best pickup line straight at her while explicitly letting her know she was the finest thing in the building.
"Can't help it, Nurse Joy," Odin grinned, his voice dropping into a deep, suggestive purr as he blew a thin wave of menthol smoke away from her face. "You're so beautiful it's a medical hazard. Honestly, if looking at you is a crime, I'm already serving a life sentence. But if you're the one writing the prescription... I think I'm going to need some urgent, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation right about now. What do you say we skip the charts and test out that bedside manner?"
Celine didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned back slightly in her chair, her amber eyes widening just a fraction as her expression softened into a look of pure, breathtaking warmth. She bit her lower lip gently, letting out a soft, low sigh that sounded almost breathless, as if his words had genuinely breached her professional armor. Her gaze dropped down to his lips, her hand lifting slightly to trail a manicured finger along the edge of her desk, her voice dropping into an incredibly intimate, velvety whisper.
"Oh, my... a life sentence, Officer?" Celine murmured, her eyes locked onto his with what looked like total, submission-grade fascination. "And here I thought you were just a tough cookie. I didn't realize you had the heart of a romantic poet. Mouth-to-mouth... that does sound like a critical emergency, doesn't it? If a man as strong as you is feeling that weak, perhaps I really should step around this desk, put my hands on your chest, and see if I can make your heart beat even faster..."
Odin's grin widened into a triumphant, predatory smirk. He felt the hot rush of pure victory flooding his chest. Got her, his brain roared, his confidence soaring to the ceiling as he prepared to lean in and claim his prize.
But right at the exact peak of his delusion, Celine's eyes suddenly went completely deadpan.
The heavy, intimate warmth vanished from her face in a fraction of a second, replaced by a cool, thoroughly amused, and savage smirk. She picked up her nail file, completely breaking the spell as she let out a sharp, mocking little giggle that snapped him right out of his fantasy.
"Is what I would say if I were an insecure, brainless girl who fell for bottom-tier, back-alley lines from a thug who vapes too much," Celine said, her voice returning to its calm, gentle, and utterly serene tone. She began lightly filing the edge of her thumb, not even looking at him as she delivered the brutal shutdown with a gorgeous, untouchable smile. "But unfortunately for you, Odin, I am a licensed medical professional who treats actual trauma, not a playground counselor. If you're having trouble breathing, the oxygen tanks are in the cabinet behind you. Try not to choke on your own ego while you're back there."
Odin froze, his jaw slightly slack as the absolute savagery of her rejection hit him square in the face. He stared at her for a second, completely stunned, before he burst into a loud, boisterous laugh, slapping his knee as he shook his head in pure amusement. He loved this shit. The fact that she could play him so masterfully and then brutally crush his hopes while looking absolutely stunning only made the chase a hundred times better.
"Hahaha! Damn, Celine, you're a cold-blooded assassin," Odin laughed, his voice rough and full of genuine admiration as he shook his head. "You played me like a cheap fiddle. Respect. You're savage as hell, but that just makes me want to crack that composure even more."
Celine simply smiled at his reaction, thoroughly amused by his ability to take a brutal shutdown on the chin without losing his cocky attitude. She set the nail file down and gestured toward the empty seat right beside her desk, her index finger curling in a slow, inviting motion.
"Come, take a seat next to me," her voice was gentle, her amber eyes reflecting a deep, serene curiosity as she watched him move.
Odin obeyed without a second thought, striding over and pulling the chair out, sinking his broad body into the seat right next to her. The sweet, velvety scent of the Pecha Blossom air freshener was even stronger over here, mixing with the clean scent of her skin.
"Now... why are you here, Odin?" she asked, her voice dropping back into that gentle, soothing cadence. She turned her body slightly toward him, fixing her gaze directly onto his eyes.
Odin felt an immediate, intense weight hit his chest. When Celine looked at a person like this, it felt like she was staring straight into their soul, mapping out every single dark thought and hidden motive. But the bizarre thing was, it didn't feel invasive or threatening at all. Instead, her amber gaze felt incredibly welcoming, serene, and remarkably gentle, almost making him want to spill every secret he had.
Celine waited for a moment, but when he didn't immediately answer, she rested her chin gracefully on the palm of her hand, her long fingers framing her cheek as she kept her unblinking gaze locked onto his.
"Hello?" she said, her voice tilting upward with a confused but thoroughly gentle and serene hum.
Odin shook his head sharply, a flush of heat hitting his neck as he was violently snapped out of his daydream. He blinked, trying to clear his head of her face. "Oh-uh, ye-yeah... uhh, I came to ask you something, Celine," Odin stuttered, his tongue tripping over the words as he desperately tried to regain his usual composure.
Celine kept her stare fixed on him, a small, highly amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched this unhinged, violent thug completely lose his cool just from looking at her. She found his cute reaction and sudden loss of words thoroughly entertaining.
"Hmm? And what may that be?" she asked, her voice as soft and gentle as always.
"Let me show you," Odin said, his clenching jaw tightening as he reached back into his pocket and grabbed his Pokegear, ready to pull up the encrypted files Ariana had just sent him. "Give me a sec" Odin said, tapping his thumb against the glass screen of his PokéGear to pull up the encrypted files Ariana transferred over to his network.
He leaned in closer, angling the device toward her so she could get a clear view of the digital map and the highly classified cargo sheets. Celine didn't shift away from his proximity. Instead, she leaned her head in slightly, her long, soft brown hair brushing lightly against her shoulder as her amber eyes scanned the glowing text lines. The sweet, incredibly expensive high-end aroma of her personal perfume drifted between them, a wealthy, luxurious scent that completely contrasted with the gentle, fruity Pecha Blossom air freshener misting through the room.
"The Boss wants me to intercept a high-security League transport vehicle cutting through the center of Viridian Forest next Tuesday morning," Odin explained, his tone completely level as he tracked her expression. "It's loaded with thirty-six boxes of high-grade enhancement vitamins. Protein, Calcium, Zinc, Iron, Carbos, HP up—six hundred bottles of each stat upgrade. According to Ariana, the whole payload is worth roughly thirty-six million PokéDollars on the market."
Celine's eyes tracked down the page, skipping past the financial logistics and anchoring straight onto the defensive security detail listed at the bottom of the brief. Her serene composure didn't vanish, but her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she read through the data.
"Machamp, Houndoom, Alakazam, Pidgeot, Dugtrio, and a Magnezone," Celine read aloud, her voice dropping its playful edge entirely, turning sharp and analytical as she looked at the specific combat data. "And every single one of them is certified at Level 40 or higher, backed by direct support vehicles. Odin... this isn't your standard run of the mill Truck. This is a fortress on wheels."
"Yeah, that was my first thought too," Odin said, letting out a short, dry chuckle as he rested his forearm on his knee. "I told Ariana straight to her face that it was a suicidal run for a solo officer. But she dragged out the invoice for Angel's medical treatment, the Silph Co. equipment, the blood transfusions, your labor... plus taxes. She's slapping me with a twenty-five thousand PokéDollar bill if I walk away from the contract. If I pull this off and secure even one or two boxes, the entire debt gets completely wiped from the ledger."
Celine quietly studied the screen for another long moment before she leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft, thoughtful sigh. She looked away from the PokéGear and fixed her amber eyes back onto his face, her gaze carrying a heavy, deeply serious expression.
"Twenty-five thousand is a standard corporate penalty for unauthorized civilian treatment under our roof, so she isn't exaggerating the cost," Celine said calmly, her fingers lightly tapping against her chin. "But looking at this defensive lineup, the alternative she's offering you is incredibly dangerous. A Magnezone alone is a massive hazard if you don't have the proper typing to ground its output, and trying to fight them traditionally will get your team overwhelmed in minutes."
She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the assignment. Nobody in the world actually knew how Odin operated or that he possessed a unique ability to scan a Pokémon's raw potential; they could only suspect, guess, or form wild theories based on his sudden, explosive success in the field. "The Boss must have some sort of strange theory about you," she murmured, turning back to the display. "He doesn't throw away useful officers unless he thinks they have a hidden trick up their sleeve."
Celine leaned back over the screen, her slender finger extending toward the top of the encrypted file where an image of the transport envoy was displayed. "Look closely at this," she said, her voice dropping into a very meticulous, focused tone as she pinched her fingers against the glass, zooming in on the side panels of the vehicles. "Do you see this emblem printed on the chassis of the truck and the escort vehicles?"
Odin squinted at the screen, looking at the stylized, corporate geometric pattern. "A logo? Looks familiar, but I don't pay attention to corporate branding."
"It's Silph Co.," Celine explained gently, her fingernail tapping right against the digitized brand mark. "This isn't a standard public League transport. It's a proprietary Silph corporate convoy, which means the structural integrity of these vehicles is incredibly high. And look at the formation layout."
She dragged her finger down the screen, tracing the defensive positioning notes detailed in the brief. "The truck doesn't travel alone. According to the intel, it is completely encased and surrounded by four high-speed escort cars. There is one car stationed directly in front, one holding the rear, one riding parallel on the left side, and one sealing the right side. They completely box the main truck in. Breaking through that perimeter physically without alerting the entire convoy is going to be nearly impossible."
She scrolled a bit further down, her gaze anchoring onto the data profile for the enemy Alakazam. Her expression grew remarkably serious, her voice remaining soft and serene but carrying an unmistakable edge of urgent concern for his safety.
"And here is your most immediate priority," Celine said, pointing directly to the roof of the zoomed-in truck diagram. "From what I know about League convoy protocols and how these high-level psychic units operate, this Alakazam isn't going to be sitting inside a Pokéball, nor will it be riding inside a passenger seat. It is almost certainly going to be stationed right on top of the truck's roof."
Odin raised an eyebrow, leaning in. "On the roof? Out in the open?"
"Yes," Celine nodded meticulously, her amber eyes locking onto his with absolute intensity. "With its massive psychic capacities, an Alakazam at that level can project its mind across the entire sector. Stationed on the roof, it acts as the central radar for the entire convoy. It will constantly scan the surrounding forest for human presence, hostile energy, Pokémon's, traps. The moment it detects anything out of the ordinary, it will instantly update all the other Pokémon and trainers via telepathic communication, linking their minds together in a fraction of a second."
She leaned back slightly, her chin resting on the palm of her hand as she delivered the final, chilling logistical reality. "If you do not deal with that Alakazam the very second you initiate the ambush, the entire mission fails instantly. Because the moment something goes wrong, or the second the guards realize they are being overwhelmed, that Alakazam can simply use Teleport to vanish into thin air, taking the entire truck and the thirty-six million PokéDollar cargo with it. You won't just fail to get a single box, Odin. You'll watch your entire payout disappear into a spatial rift before you can even draw a Pokéball."
Odin stared at the screen, a low, sharp whistle escaping his lips as the sheer weight of her words settled into his brain. "So the space wizard on the roof is the lynchpin. I take him out cold before he can blink, or the whole truck vanishes."
"Exactly," Celine said softly, a faint, impressed smile returning to her lips as she watched him immediately grasp the gravity of the situation. "You have exactly three days to figure out how to blind a psychic radar, Officer. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Because Tuesday morning, you are walking into a meat grinder."
Odin brought his face closer to Celine, letting his dark eyes lock onto hers as the distance between them shrank. "Don't you mean five days?" he said, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur.
Ignoring his clear attempt to get more intimate, she didn't flinch or look away. "No, I meant it. It's three days," she said, her voice remaining perfectly gentle and composed.
"Hmm?" Odin purposedly got even closer, testing her boundaries as he leaned into her personal space.
Celine calmly lifted her hand, placing her soft fingertip right against his approaching mouth to stop his advance. With a warm and serene smile, she gently pushed his face back, keeping him at a precise distance without a single trace of irritation.
"It's already late in the afternoon; there isn't much time for you to do anything today," she said, her finger dropping back down as she looked at him with an amused glint in her amber eyes. "Maybe you still have time today for some planning... or you can go terrorize the kids around here or something." She let out a soft, melodic chuckle at her own joke.
Odin just smiled at her, watching the way the lights caught the high-class contours of her face and the diamond drop earrings dangling near her neck. She was simply too beautiful to look at up close.
"And tomorrow, Angel will be released," Celine continued, her tone shifting into something more authoritative as she fixed him with a direct look. "So you're going to be bringing her home, and you're spending the entire day and night with her. I'm serious, okay? This is the Nurse's orders! No disobeying!" She pouted cutely at him, her soft features twisting into a playful but firm expression while she laid down the law.
"So that leaves you with only three days," she finished, counting them out smoothly. "Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Tuesday morning, you will have absolutely no time, since you need to be there, completely done and ready at nine AM sharp."
Odin chuckled, the low sound rumbling in his chest as he took a hit from his vape and slid it back away. "You don't need to tell me. I was already planning on spending my entire day tomorrow with Angel anyway," he said. He didn't back down; instead, he reached out, wrapping his hands slowly around her bare shoulder, using a steady, intimate pressure to pull her body closer to his.
Surprisingly, she didn't pull herself away from his touch, completely defying the usual savage shutdown he had fully expected from her. She just sat there, her body tense but unresisting as she looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Odin asked, his voice softening slightly as he noticed the sudden shift in her energy.
Celine hesitated for a long moment. She slowly uncrossed her legs, her amber eyes dropping to her lap as she seemed to calculate the weight of her next words. After a few seconds of silence, she finally found enough courage to look back up, her professional mask cracking just enough to show the raw tension underneath.
"Say... Odin..." she began, her voice dropping to a quiet, hesitant whisper. "If you want... I could pay that twenty-five thousand fine for you. It's really no problem for me at all. I will just need to convince Arlo... that's all. Umm... besides, you shouldn't do this mission. It's clearly a suicide mission. Don't be an idiot, okay?" Her voice was entirely filled with genuine, heavy concern for his safety, the high-class composure melting away into real fear for what would happen to him in that forest.
Odin stared at her, a confident smile breaking across his face. He lifted his hand, resting it gently on top of her soft brown hair, and began slowly, smoothly patting her head to calm her down.
"First of all, I'm actually a fucking millionaire. I can totally pay that twenty-five K fine on my own," Odin said, his voice ringing with pure, unadulterated confidence as he kept patting her hair. "I just chose not to. I accepted Mission Impossible because I'm excited to steal some drugs, make some serious profit, and challenge myself to figure out how to solve this puzzle. I want to see if I can walk away as the winner... and richer."
Celine didn't respond to his bravado. Instead, she averted her face slightly, turning her gaze away from his toward the corner of the desk, her eyes completely refusing to meet his black irises.
Odin's smile faded, his jaw tightening as his expression turned deadly serious. The playful arrogance vanished, replaced by the raw, dangerous pride that governed every choice he made. "Second, fuck no! Hell nah!" Odin said, his voice dropping into a harsh, commanding rasp filled with absolute disdain. "I'd rather be struck down by Arceus himself than let my woman beg another man—a simp no less—to come save me. I'd rather be slowly incinerated to absolute nothingness before I ever let that happen."
The sheer venom in his voice when he mentioned Arlo made Celine's head snap back toward him. Her amber eyes locked directly with his, the intensity between them spiking instantly. She leaned her face in close, stopping just inches from his lips, her breath warming his skin. The expensive, intoxicating scent of her hair and body penetrated deep into his nose, completely overwhelming the Pecha Blossom in the air.
"Since when am I your woman?" she asked gently, her voice a soft, challenging purr that cut through the heavy tension like a knife.
Odin didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He leaned in even closer, sliding one arm firmly around her slender waist, his grip tightening as he pulled her voluptuous body flush against his chest. The intimate space between them vanished completely, leaving almost no room for either of them to breathe.
"Since the night you gave me your body," Odin said, his voice a low, cocky growl of absolute certainty. "Your heart, body, mind, and soul already belong to me."
Celine only gently smiled at his unhinged confidence, her gaze holding his without a single flinch. For a few long, breathless seconds, she just looked at him, letting the heat of the embrace linger. Then, completely shattering the intimacy, she shoved the flat of her entire hand directly onto his face and pushed him back into his chair.
"Alright, Officer Douchebag, keep your ego in check," Celine said gently, her tone returning to its serene, smooth cadence. She picked up her nail polish bottle, her face looking bright, happy, and entirely amused by his arrogance. "I already told you, it was a mistake. Pretend it never happened. It's just a what-if memory, let's keep it like that... for your own good, please."
She said those last five words with a sudden, unmistakable tinge of deep sorrow. The bright expression faded from her eyes, and her gaze broke contact with him entirely, dropping back down to the polished wood of her desk.
Odin noticed the flash of sadness in her eyes, but he kept his mouth shut, choosing not to call her out on it. There really wasn't much he could say or do anyway. She was completely right after all; at his current level, he was in absolutely no position to openly take on an Executive like Arlo without getting erased from the organization. But as a dangerous smirk slowly crept back onto his face, he realized it didn't matter. He was still going to thoroughly enjoy every single inch of Celine while that cuck was away in Unova.
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They both went quiet for a bit, each drifting off into their own thoughts while the sweet, fruity mist of the Pecha Blossom air freshener rolled quietly through the air.
The silence that settled between them was heavy, dense, and thick with the unspoken tension that had been building since he first stepped through the door.
She slowly shifted her weight in the chair, Celine reached up, pulling one side of her soft brown hair behind her ear in a slow, fluid motion. The gesture fully revealed the smooth, delicate, unblemished line of her neck, her sharp collarbone, and her cute ears, the diamond drop earrings catching the soft light of her office. She shifted slightly in her seat, raising one of her long legs up until her bare foot rested flat on the cushion she was sitting on. Reaching down for a small glass bottle, her manicured fingers twisting open a small glass bottle of nail polish. she began painting her toenails with smooth, perfectly calculated strokes.
Odin simply watched her, completely mesmerized. He leaned back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked onto her form. Sitting this close to her, the sheer, expensive density of her custom perfume was intoxicating. It was an incredibly sweet, luxurious aroma that completely cut through the room's Pecha Blossom air freshener, hitting his nose with a drug-like intensity. He found himself holding back, his knuckles whitening against his arms as a raw, dark impulse flared deep in his chest. He wanted to pounce on her right then and there. He wanted to pin her high-class, pristine body against her own medical desk, breaking her perfect professional composure and fucking her on every single piece of furniture in the room until she whimpered his name. But he forced himself to stay entirely still, his posture rigid as he silently drank in every movement.
Celine dipped the tiny brush into the bottle, her hand remarkably steady as she began painting her toenails one by one with slow, perfectly calculated strokes.
On the outside, she looked like the most beautiful creation of Arceus itself—serene, untouchable, and completely flawless. But beneath that calm face, her own thoughts were racing. She could feel the heavy, unblinking weight of Odin's gaze burning into her skin like a physical touch. It was an intense, borderline predatory stare that should have made her call security, but instead, it made a strange, unfamiliar warmth pool deep in her stomach.
He's staring again... like a total creep, Celine thought to herself, her heart giving a small, rebellious flutter as she carefully applied the smooth polish to her middle toe. Why does he look at me like he wants to tear my clothes off right here? He's a dangerous boy. A criminal. An unhinged street thug with a punchable face who vapes too much and has absolutely no future... so why am I getting so nervous? Why can't I just shut him down like I do with every other idiot who tries to flirt with me?
She kept her eyes focused strictly on her foot, but she could feel the tips of her cute ears beginning to burn. The memory of the night before—the raw, brutal heat of his hands pinning her against the desk, mapping out every single inch of her body while she completely lost her mind under his touch—flashed violently through her head. It had been a mistake. A massive, dangerous mistake that could get them both killed if Arlo ever found out. Yet, as she stole a quick glance at his broad shoulders and his dark, confident eyes, she found herself wondering if she was already losing the fight to keep him away.
Odin watched a small bead of sweat form near her temple, noticing the way her breathing had grown just a fraction shallower. He smirked, realizing that despite her high-maintenance, untouchable elite act, his presence was actively cracking her composure.
Celine drew a slow, deliberate breath, forcing her hand to remain steady as she moved to her other foot. She blew gently on her freshly painted nails, her lips parting slightly in a soft exhale that sent another wave of her intoxicating perfume drifting directly across his face. She felt exposed under his scrutiny, completely stripped of her standard Nurse Joy authority, yet she couldn't bring herself to break the silence. For a long, breathless stretch of the afternoon, the only sound in the clinic was the steady ticking of the medical monitors in the background, both of them locked in a silent, intoxicating trance of pure, unadulterated desire.
Soon enough, Celine finished painting her toenails on both her feet, capping the tiny bottle with a sharp twist of her wrist. Her face was a little red by the time she finished; the entire time she had been working, Odin had been staring at her like a absolute creep. Even a woman of her elite standing eventually got a little nervous under the unblinking, intense weight of his gaze.
Right on her desk, a small digital device emitting a very dim green light suddenly clicked. The light instantly flipped from green to a glowing red with a sharp, clear sound.
"It's that time already," Celine said, fixing her posture as she uncurled her leg and crossed her legs elegantly over one another.
"Time for what?" Odin asked, his voice low as he blinked himself out of his daydream.
Celine didn't answer immediately. Instead, she fixed her amber eyes on him and winked playfully. "You'll see."
"Honeyyyyy," Celine called out. Though she raised her voice to project across the clinic, her tone remained completely gentle, serene, and soft.
Odin's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching as a deeply scrutinizing look washed over his face. "Honey? Da fuck? Who you calling honey?" he questioned, his pride instantly flaring up at the thought of another man.
And then, the heavy door to the storage room inside the clinic swung open. A solid, rocky form stepped out into the open space.
What Odin saw left him completely flabbergasted.
Graveler walked out into the room wearing a hot pink apron with the official Nurse Joy cross icon proudly stamped right across the front. The apron had been completely custom-sewn to fit Graveler's rocky body, featuring four identical, perfectly tailored openings for all four of Graveler's massive stone arms to stick out of.
"What... the... fuck..." Odin said, his voice dropping into absolute, stunned disbelief as he stared at his own rock-type Pokemon.
"Honeyyyy, sweetie, can you bring me a fresh clean towel, a bucket of clean water, and a pair of fresh new hospital gowns?" Celine said sweetly, her voice dripping with affection as she spoke to the giant rock. She leaned back, giving the Pokémon a bright smile. "Oh, and bring me a bottle of body wash as well... the Gel de Bain Ombre Volupté one. You know the black one? With the golden-plated pump dispenser!"
"Grav! Graveler! Grav!" Graveler said confidently, puffing out his stony chest as he proudly raised three of his massive arms in the air, gesturing to her that he completely understood the assignment.
Without even glancing at his trainer, the rocky beast turned on his heel and stomped back into the storage room to fetch the supplies.
"No... this... this can't be happening," Odin said dejectedly, running a hand over his face as his ego took a massive hit. "What did you do to my Graveler... why is he wearing that gay ass pink apron?"
"He is my assistant," Celine said innocently, her voice smooth and gentle, sounding like absolute music to Odin's ears. She gave him a sweet, defensive shrug. "And I didn't do anything. We just talked and bonded while you were away. I fed him some food, took care of his wounds... and eventually, I asked him if he wanted to help out around the clinic. And here we are."
"No... why does this always happen to my Pokémon?" Odin complained, completely ignoring her explanation. "Why can't they be a badass motherfucker like me?"
Celine rolled her eyes, giving him a sharp, questioning look. "He is really cute and incredibly loyal, Odin. You should really take better care of him and feed him on time," she chided, crossing her arms as she judged his lack of care for his own team's needs.
Right on cue, Graveler marched back out of the storage room. In one hand, he carried a bucket of clean water; in the other, a fresh towel; his third arm clutched a pair of freshly washed hospital gowns; and balanced safely in his last hand was a sleek black bottle topped with a golden-plated dispenser. Printed clearly across the luxury label was the name Gel de Bain Ombre Volupté, from the high-end brand Silph Privé.
"Thank you, honey," Celine said, standing up gracefully from her chair.
As she moved past his seat, Odin tried to reach out, sliding his hand toward her voluptuous body to grope her ass and get a good feel of it.
Slap!
Celine's hand moved with lightning speed, effortlessly slapping his hand away before his fingers could even graze her skin. She didn't even break her stride, walking straight toward the medical partition.
"Honey, could you place them neatly beside Angel for me?" she said gently, her voice completely smooth as she addressed the rock Pokémon.
"Grav! Graveler," the beast grunted, carefully setting the luxury soaps and towels down by the unconscious girl's bedside.
"Thank you, honey," Celine coed, patting one of Graveler's rocky shoulders before turning her amber eyes back to the sitting trainer. "Anyways, officer, it's time you leave; you're hanging around here too much. You have other things to be doing about now."
Odin slouched back, a cocky, stubborn smirk returning to his lips. "Hmm, nah, I like it here," he said confidently. "Besides, you look lonely."
"Just go... I need to do my job," Celine commanded, her voice remaining gentle but carrying an unmistakable authority that vibrated through her intoxicating tone. "I'll be bathing Angel and then replacing her equipment with newer ones—the IV, her fluids, everything. You are only getting in the way."
Odin let out a low chuckle, leaning his head back as he decided to push her buttons with a flat-out lie. "So harsh, kicking me out after using me like that... Shame on you, how could you just take my virginity and discard me like this?" Odin teased.
Celine stopped what she was doing and looked back at him, her lips curving into a sharp, lethal smirk. "Yes, and next time I'll discard your dick too.. So don't fall asleep in this clinic ever again. You might just wake up as a woman the next day," she fired back instantly.
A bone-chilling thrill shot straight down Odin's spine at the sheer coldness of that line. He held up his hands in immediate surrender, his voice dropping. "Yo, uhh.. Celine, chill? I Was just joking," Odin muttered, playing along to keep his vitals intact.
Celine gave him a warm, triumphant smile. She walked slowly toward him, her high-end perfume flaring as she closed the distance. Reaching up, she wrapped her hands gently around his neck, having to stand all the way up on her tiptoes just to bridge the gap against his tall height. She leaned in, planting a soft, lingering kiss directly onto his cheek, her voice dropping into an intoxicating whisper. "You'll be back later tonight, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Odin said, his tongue tying up slightly from the proximity. "I sleep here... I sleep where Angel sleeps."
"Good. And don't forget your Pokémon egg is also here; I checked it," she said, her amber eyes melting into a gentle look as she planted one last soft kiss on his other cheek. "It will hatch very soon, either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so be sure to be there when it happens." She gave his chest a firm, playful push toward the exit. "Now just go already... and bring some snacks, drinks... and microwave food for later tonight... don't come too late though, okay?"
Before Odin could even get a word out to reply, Celine pushed him fully out the door into the corridor, swinging the heavy door shut and clicking the lock firmly into place, locking him out completely.
The second the lock clicked, Celine threw her back against the door, instantly covering her burning face with both her hands as the reality of what she just did crashed over her.
"Stupid Celine! Dumb Celine!" she gasped aloud, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. "Why did you kiss him... what have I done? And why did I say all of that to him... oh no, oh no, oh no! He's a bad boy, a criminal... he has absolutely no future! Stop having these thoughts about him!" She groaned, her entire face turning as red as a ripe tomato as she crouched down low against the floor to make herself look smaller. "But... he is just so cute... No, no, no, stupid Celine! What are you doing... will do it again tonight?"
"Grav?.. Graveler?" Graveler muttered, tilting his massive rocky head as his four arms dangled in absolute confusion, staring at his silly medical boss on the floor.
The moment Celine noticed the rock Pokémon staring at her, her embarrassment vanished, her mood instantly brightening into pure, cheerful excitement. She scrambled up from the floor, rushing over to Graveler and throwing her arms around his bulky, rough middle in a tight, enthusiastic hug.
"Did you see the way he kept staring? And how he kept smelling me?" she squealed cheerfully, her eyes sparkling.
"Graveler!" the rock beast grunted happily, completely matching her hype as he wrapped his thick arms back around her, hugging her back with equal enthusiasm.
"You're so cute, Honey! Listen, those perfumes totally worked!" she cheered, her voice full of meticulous, enthusiastic energy as she began explaining everything to the completely clueless Pokémon. "Looks like the brand didn't lie; Silph Co. really is something else. Ombre Volupté is a masterpiece. The complete ingredients and roles: Sweet nectar of the shiny Slowpoke Tail leads to the addiction, creating a heavy, sweet, drug-like density that bonds to the skin and makes the scent habit-forming. Then the midnight Vileplume petals provide the enticement, introducing a lush, dangerous, narcotic floral heart that draws people in close. The fossilized black Apricorn amber provides the luxury, delivering a deep, smoky, old-money woodiness that makes the fragrance smell incredibly rich and high-class. And the sweet Herba Mystica adds the seduction, offering a smooth, opulent, candy-like glaze that creates a magnetic, sensual vibration. But the real secret is the silver Pendulum dust—the hypnosis! Microscopic shavings from a Hypno's silver pendulum that introduce a sparkling, dizzying psychic undertone, locking anyone who smells it into a helpless trance!"
Graveler didn't understand a single fucking word of her technical breakdown, but he was an absolute master at hyping his people up. He ripped his four stone hands into the air, slamming them into a mighty fists of total victory as he roared out his approval.
"GRAVVVV! GRAVELER!!!" he bellowed into the room, cheering her on in the Pokémon language and calling her a complete genius as he stomped his feet in celebration.