After a long moment—under the farm owner's holding his breath gaze—the communicator finally emitted a 'ding-ding-ding' sound.
Perhaps because he had withdrawn the message quickly enough—Officer Jenny on the other end didn't seem to have seen that flirting-in-person message.
Her tone—still as friendly and natural as before.
"Oh—so the surprise is a Growlithe egg~"
Wade suddenly realized—nodded.
Not mountain bikes—but a Growlithe egg to help with home security.
Due to ancient murals in Kanto—the Growlithe family was once considered Legendary Pokémon.
As Pokémon research deepened—Growlithe's Legendary title gradually became misleading—finally returning to normal Pokémon status.
In modern Pokémon society—aside from wild gathering points—Growlithe and Arcanine were always regarded as the standard configuration for Jenny police stations.
Without relevant channels—encountering and capturing one in the wild was quite difficult.
Wade immediately guessed—there must be assistance from this cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside police officer lady behind it.
Warmth first rose in his heart—followed by secret anticipation.
The farm's patrol team—would soon have another Dog Girl Guard.
[Wade] : Thank you so much (Gardevoir bowing jpg.). As a return gift—if you need anything—within my capabilities—feel free to ask. Also—welcome to visit the farm in a few days.
"At that time… any, any request can be made, is that right?"
The green-haired cold, beautiful onee-san—sitting upright in her chair—subconsciously bit her red lips—beginning to daydream.
Pressing this farm owner—several years younger than her—down beneath her—crushing and squeezing dry.
Or perhaps—obediently lying prone on the ground—becoming the farm owner's large female dog—used for guarding the house and property.
Swept by various exciting ideas—feeling hot all over—Jenny exhaled warm, turbid breath.
Slender, jade-like fingers—lightly climbed the collar of her police uniform.
Private office. Without her permission—no one would barge in.
One slight fiddle—the buttons binding her chest area—easily loosened.
Beneath her aloof, cold beautiful face—clothes disheveled—those plump, round, white, creamy breasts—bounced out without any covering.
With her breath—soft, tender breasts—abundant and flawless as full moons—slightly trembling—snow waves rippling out captivatingly.
"Woof woof!"
Nearly kicked by the black silk jade feet so close—the female Growlithe—prone on the ground—as if her fur had stood on end—took a small step backward.
Looking at Officer Jenny—completely in a state of infatuation—she picked up a silver handcuff with a helpless expression.
She thought—it was indeed better to imprison the trainer who had committed the sin of lust.
"Master—should we put all these waterside herbs in the storage warehouse later?"
By the lakeside—now restored to tranquility—Irida, cupping her hands into a fan shape—gently fanning her face—asked softly.
Bright sunshine strong—she had just finished farm work.
The girl's bright, smooth hair—stuck to her skin—tender as first snow.
Ice-like, jade-like bones—already whiter than snow—seemed even more translucent and delicate—moistened by fragrant sweat.
If the farm owner moved a little closer—this golden-haired, cold-loving, heat-hating girl—would have undoubtedly collapsed softly into his arms.
Wade also smiled—fanned her.
His gaze shifted to the waterside herbs piled to the side—deep in thought.
"Pile them in the courtyard for now. By evening—I'll sell them to Uncle Yoshino."
"Huh?"
Akari's pure, beautiful face showed a hint of regret.
"Water herbs—I remember—can be made into a dipping sauce. Paired with steaming hot grilled meat—a very delicious dish!"
Compared to the farm owner—whose first thought was to sell—this black-haired, childlike-face, ample-bosom girl—recalled the Hisui method.
Just a little dip—one would taste that unique spicy aroma—excellent texture.
"Meow!"
Delcatty—drawn by the scent—leaped into Wade's arms—intimately beginning to charm and rub.
Even after evolution—whenever food was mentioned—this Pokémon completely lost the elegance implied by her name—becoming a true glutton.
Inside the farm villa.
Hugging her fluffy tail—a gray-white Minccino Pokémon—stealthily climbed up the stairs.
The vast house—not a sound—like a lake without a breeze—stirring no ripples.
"Minccino~"
After a while—at the end of the corridor—the Minccino—who had cleaned several areas—arrived at the last large room.
She gently pushed with her gray-white paw—'creak, creak'—the partially closed door—easily pushed open.
The small, cute Minccino raised her head—curiously surveying.
The owner's room.
A soft, large bed—could fit dozens of adults—neat blue and white quilt—she nodded with satisfaction.
Compared to the dirty living room downstairs—clearly much cleaner.
Leaning in the corner—an extra-large wardrobe and an overhead cabinet.
The sharp-eyed Minccino—hadn't been happy for long—before she spotted the New Moon Wing sealed in a box—and the messy Poké Balls—still covered in dust—placed by the cabinet wall.
Too, too—
Too dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty!
"Minccino~"
Seeing this—the little one immediately abandoned her original idea—of jumping onto the bed to compare whether the bed or her tail was softer.
Instead—leaped onto the cabinet—waving her fluffy big tail—beginning to clean.
Before long—looking at the shiny, wiped-clean Poké Balls—the Minccino couldn't help but smile with joy.
Now—she looked at the last Poké Ball—hadn't been wiped yet.
Black and gold—overall color scheme—elegance and grandeur.
Was this Poké Ball more valuable?
She shook her head—continuing her cleaning.
Gently wrapping the Poké Ball with her tail—using her body's strength—wiped 360 degrees—no missing a spot.
Suddenly—the Minccino felt her tail—seem to touch a raised button.
The little one belatedly realized—face turning ashen.
"Minccino~"
If she accidentally touched the middle button—she would be sucked inside!
Panicked—she quickly moved her fluffy tail away.
Just as she was about to run—she suddenly saw a white light—shoot toward her.
"Ding—"
The Poké Ball shook several times—before finally coming to a stop.
"Minccino!!!"
Tens of minutes later—Cogita—just finished sweeping the courtyard—entered.
Her fair, charming face—instantly froze.
Though the construction team had specifically dispatched a Mr. Mime to clean the villa after it was built—due to the extremely large interior space—it was inevitable that dust remained in corners.
But now—
Whether the spacious living room—or the layered stairs—everything had become bright and clean—spotless.
As if someone had spent a great deal of effort cleaning before her.
"Hmm? Does this villa actually have an automatic cleaning function?"
The silver-haired mature maid—couldn't help but feel such a doubt.