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Girls? I'm Going to Be a Pokémon Master! [87]
🕑 Added 2025-10-23 15:35:32 +0000 UTC“So comfy~~”
“Rai~”
“Koga~”
“Rilla~”
Back at home, Satoshi and his three Pokémon relaxed together in the bath, enjoying the soothing warmth after their intense battle.
“Satoshi, want me to wash your clothes for you?”
“No need, no need~ I’ll do it myself.”
From outside the bathroom came Soyo’s voice—soft, gentle, and almost motherly.
Her mother was working late tonight, so she wouldn’t be home. That’s why Soyo had come to stay over, and Satoshi had agreed without a second thought.
Spending the night talking about Pokémon battles with a comrade who’d fought evil alongside him—just the thought was enough to get him excited.
[I think Soyo just wants your body.]
How could that be~ You’ve got to trust Soyo. Trust doesn’t need a reason.
Satoshi leaned back comfortably in the tub.
As for why his place even had a full bath… apparently, his family was pretty well-off—this villa-like house was proof enough. Maybe not quite as rich as James, but probably about on par with Professor Oak. Though honestly, after losing his memories, Satoshi couldn’t even remember where his original home was.
For now, he wasn’t short on money. And even if he ever was, his first instinct would be to challenge other trainers for prize money—or head to Paldea and catch a Gholdengo.
Gholdengo’s Make It Rain move was the real deal:
[Make It Rain]: 120 power, scatters countless coins to attack. Lowers the user’s Special Attack but earns money after the battle.
Pokédex No. 1000. Top-tier prestige. Plus, that exclusive ability—Good as Gold.
Truth be told, Satoshi really wanted to catch one someday. But right now, it wasn’t realistic. His next team member needed to be a Flying-type.
If he’d had one earlier, things wouldn’t have been such a hassle. Ideally, something big enough to carry him—Charizard, Pidgeot, Salamence, Corviknight, or Noivern...
Otherwise, he’d have to send Blaziken into the air to deal with flying opponents.
Sure, Blaziken’s legs were strong enough to leap over a thirty-story building, so it wasn’t impossible—just inconvenient.
Unfortunately, Combusken wasn’t there yet. Evolution would have to come soon.
“On second thought, I’ll wash your clothes, Satoshi. Think of it as a thank-you for letting me stay over.”
“…Alright~ I’ll leave it to you, then.”
Soyo’s voice from outside pulled Satoshi back from his thoughts. He answered lightly, not thinking much of it.
After all—
Nagasaki Soyo was practically his mother-to-be!
With her gentle personality, he couldn’t even imagine her doing anything weird.
[But Sato-baby, I still feel like Soyo has suspicious motives.]
[Furiko, have some faith. She’s probably already doing the laundry.
Soaking in the warm water, Satoshi didn’t suspect a thing.
But at that very moment—
Satoshi’s clothes~♡
Soyo pressed her nose to the fabric, inhaling deeply. The scent—uniquely his—filled her senses, making her eyes glaze over with bliss.
Her lips curved into a dazed smile, and then her tongue slipped out, gently licking the cloth.
Her perverted nature had fully awakened.
Just one sniff, one lick—enough to extend her lifespan by a hundred years!
“Fu~ (I give up on you…)”
Nearby, Whimsicott stood guard. Her job was to warn Soyo if anyone came near, but even she couldn’t stand watching this anymore.
Whimsicott thought silently: You’re even worse than me. The trainers I’ve disgusted in battle would probably look at you and realize they don’t even compare.
“What?”
Noticing Whimsicott’s stare, Soyo’s expression turned cold and sharp.
“Fufu… (N-no complaints here, ma’am.)” Whimsicott trembled and quickly backed off.
Interrupting Soyo at a time like this was dangerous. Whimsicott still remembered the day Soyo had “lovingly trimmed” her cotton fluff with scissors—leaving her looking like a plucked dandelion.
“Relax, Whimsicott~ I’m in a great mood right now. Just keep helping me, and I won’t be mean.”
Soyo quickly switched back to her usual gentle tone, casually licking Satoshi’s shirt again.
To her, there was nothing wrong with what she was doing.
No way she’d get caught anyway—so why not enjoy herself fully?
Since she’d already come to his house, she might as well deepen their relationship even more—and completely crush Anon and the others while she was at it.
Unfortunately, the first place Satoshi had brought her earlier was his training room.
“Huh? Satoshi, why are we here?”
“For a Pokémon battle, right?” Satoshi tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.
If not for battling, why else would she have come?
“…No, it wasn’t.” Soyo’s expression darkened.
Instead of a Pokémon battle…
I wanted a real-life one♡.
I’ve been this obvious—can’t you react even a little, you dense log?!
Soyo sighed. Thankfully, she was already ten steps ahead of everyone else, so she wasn’t worried.
There’s no way I’m losing here.
Even if Arceus himself appeared, she’d say: I won’t lose!
If Photographer Ho-oh showed up, she’d say: You don’t even need a revival match!
Damn it—nothing’s stopping me now!
“In that case, this wooden log—I’ll handle him myself!”
Soyo’s eyes flared with determination, more serious than ever.
First, she had to put down these clothes and come up with a plan.
But then her nose twitched again, and her hand refused to let go.
“Huh? Why won’t my hand move?”
Her thoughts spiraled. She hadn’t meant for it to come to this—but she couldn’t stop herself.
The happiness swelling inside her made her unable to release the shirt.
Wait, this isn’t me! My hand’s moving on its own!
This has to be Hypnosis from some Pokémon!
“Whimsicott, check the house for any Pokémon that know Hypnosis!”
“Fufu… (You’re beyond saving at this point…),” Whimsicott sighed.
Useless fluffball!
Normally, I use you to mess with other trainers, but today you’re just annoying me instead?!
Maybe I should send you back to Unova to pick cotton!
Left with no other choice, Soyo’s tongue slid out again, slowly tracing over Satoshi’s clothes.
A shy, heated blush spread across her face, her expression melting into one of pure, indulgent satisfaction.
Being able to breathe in his scent like this filled her with deep, dizzy joy.
“It smells so good~♡”
If I can’t break free of this “Hypnosis,” then I’ll just enjoy it while it lasts!
This definitely isn’t my fault anyway!
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This is a fan translation of 重女是什么，我要成为宝可梦大师！by 诗超绊 All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!
