The next morning.
[Number of deep interactions with Female Trainer: Oleana +1]
[Ding—Detected attribute drop. Would you like to claim it?]
Hakuya, having spent the entire night "tilling" and waking up amidst ripe, snowy whiteness, heard the long-awaited system notification.
"Claim."
With a single thought, several spheres of golden light surged into his mind.
[Oleana's Blessing (Gold)] x3
[Oleana's Blessing (Red)] x8
[Oleana's Blessing (Purple)] x12
[Oleana's Blessing (Purple/Red/Gold): Increases the holder's water storage capacity; during the active cycle, grants a frequency buff starting at 1000%, eventually decaying to 300%; if equipped to a Pokémon, increases max HP by 40%, 60%, 80%, and boosts all Water-type move power by 80%, 120%, 150%.]
Needless to say, just looking at the sheer number of these attributes, one could tell how fierce the battle was last night.
Slightly different from before, these attributes were no longer pure offensive buffs, but instead focused on increasing a Pokémon's maximum HP.
As the name implies, a Pokémon's stamina/HP determines its ability to sustain a long-term battle.
Unlike in the games, in the real world, both taking hits and actively using moves consumes one's own stamina; the more powerful the move, such as Draco Meteor or Solar Beam, the greater the toll on the user's body.
Furthermore, an increase in max HP brings other benefits.
For example, recovery moves like Recover or Moonlight are tied to max HP; the higher the limit, the more HP restored per use. Coupled with the power boost for Water-type moves, this was a perfect fit for the Feebas that would eventually evolve into Milotic.
After silently installing the attributes, Hakuya lightly kissed the sleeping Secretary Miss, pushed open the door to prepare breakfast, and was met with the sight of a completely trashed living room.
???
Thinking he was hallucinating after working too hard last night, Hakuya retreated back into the room and opened the door again.
It was still there: the eyesore of a ruined leather sofa, the kitchen door torn into pieces, and the six-person dining table reduced to a three-seater...
Did a real war break out last night?!
Just as he was dazed, the door to the other bedroom opened.
Bound only by two cream-white satin ribbons covering her vibrant red buds, Cynthia emerged, revealing plump, milky breasts and a smooth belly.
Looking down, her high-waisted black shorts barely covered her sensitive inner thighs, putting her snowy, slender legs on full display—making one want to reach out and play with them.
Cynthia was wearing cute Pikachu-themed slippers, her golden hair was a messy nest, and she let out a long yawn.
It seemed her sleep quality last night was quite dismal.
Suddenly, the blonde beauty who had just stepped out seemed to realize something, and a deep flush instantly dyed her cold, elegant face.
With a "bang," the bedroom door was slammed shut again.
Wait... that outfit just now was definitely the "Private Secretary" set he bought for Oleana, right?
Standing in the living room, Hakuya came back to his senses, savoring the memory.
If the Secretary Miss wore it with a lewd, seductive vibe that made you want to pull out your "gun" and till the field all day, then this Sinnoh Champion—with her cold, beautiful face forced to expose her sexy body due to the skimpy, erotic clothes—undoubtedly possessed a lethal, contrasting sense of "pure desire."
A few minutes later, Cynthia pushed the door open again, having changed back into her heroic black trench coat from yesterday.
"Ahem... you just..."
The cold Champion cleared her throat twice, feigning composure to try and move past the "exposure" incident.
But contrary to her wishes, Hakuya, who never played by the rules, gave a soft smile and openly praised her.
"I saw everything. It felt surprisingly fitting on you, Senior Sister—"
"..."
Good grief, you really just go straight for the kill, don't you?
Cynthia gave her wicked junior brother an annoyed glare, then slightly turned her blushing snowy cheek away, tucked her silky golden hair, and spoke with a coquettish pout.
"I'm hungry. Hurry up and prepare a feast for your dear Senior Sister."
Last night, she first had to intercept the Nightmare God who came to attack, and then she had to listen to the indulgent, scratching moans of "hard labor" coming from next door; she had tossed and turned all night without sleeping a wink. The only reason she wasn't still in bed was that she had been woken up by hunger.
Seeing this cold blonde beauty acting like a pampered girlfriend for once, Hakuya couldn't help but smile.
"Understood. Just wait a moment."
Although the living room was a wreck, fortunately, the kitchen hadn't been destroyed.
Taking out ingredients bought from the town market, Hakuya planned to "make noodles" for the blonde beauty this morning.
Pouring water, starting the fire, slicing meat onto the plate...
Just as he dropped the noodles into the boiling pot, a cold, elegant female voice drifted over.
"Last night, Garchomp and I encountered that Darkrai."
"No wonder..."
Hakuya paused his spatula for a moment, not feeling surprised at all in his heart.
Though he hadn't asked, upon second thought, the only thing that could trash a living room like this was that troublemaking Darkrai coming to cause drama, only to be caught red-handed by the Sinnoh Champion.
"Did you defeat that fellow last night, Senior Sister?"
Cynthia simply shook her head slightly and answered through her cherry lips.
"Not exactly. Since neither of us wanted to tear down your little wooden cabin, we both suppressed our power. You could call it a draw~"
"Seeing that it couldn't get the upper hand, the Nightmare God eventually just slipped away."
At this point, the blonde beauty pondered for a moment, her expression looking a bit serious as she looked at Hakuya.
"It matches the records left in the Canalave Library; this Darkrai's strength cannot be underestimated. Even Garchomp couldn't do anything to it after a battle, and... it seems to possess Divine Authority."
Fearing he wasn't well-versed in this area, Cynthia continued to explain.
"Like ordinary Pokémon, some Mythical and Legendary Pokémon don't exist as just one individual, but usually form a species."
"Among them, special individuals are born gifted with a Divine Office by the world, wielding different Authorities."
"Based on ancient records and organized by many researchers, we've identified quite a few Legendary Pokémon with Divine Authority. For example, the legendary birds of Johto—Ho-Oh and Lugia. One controls the currents of the sky, the other controls the ocean currents and monsoons; for thousands of years, they have complemented and restrained each other..."
"Similarly, this Darkrai stands apart from others of its kind; it holds the Authority to freely create nightmares. Thousands of years ago, it used this power to turn half of Sinnoh upside down... Overall, that creature is very dangerous. If I didn't possess the Power of Overcoming (Intertwine), I would have been affected by its nightmares last night as well."
"Power of Overcoming?"
Hakuya automatically filtered out the lore he already knew and was instead drawn to that final keyword.
Similar to Aura and Psychic powers, the Power of Overcoming is a special ability. The possessor can communicate heart-to-heart with Pokémon, and the ability itself can shield the user from all status conditions.
In other words, if he could sleep while holding Senior Sister Cynthia, the Nightmare God wouldn't be able to touch him, right?
Thinking of this, Hakuya's eyes lit up while he was still boiling the noodles.
The danger level of a "white-haired yandere" was simply too high.
Even though he could freely control Darkrai's humanized state, if that fellow got smart and stayed in its original Pokémon form, he would be no different from meat on a chopping board.
Although Gardevoir could guard him, if he happened to fall asleep, he'd be finished, forced to accept that white-haired yandere's "discipline."
By contrast, having Cynthia's Power of Overcoming as a shield was definitely the best option.
"I feel like you're thinking about something very improper, Junior Brother~"
Sensing something, Cynthia's beautiful face flushed for a moment. She let out a light huff and pulled the topic back on track.
"Based on my observations, that Darkrai is definitely coming for you."
"Even though I drove it back last night, I can't stay with you forever. You need to prepare your own countermeasures in advance."
"So—"
The cold Champion tucked her golden hair, her aura suddenly shifting.
"Let's have a battle outside later. I'm going to give you some special training—"