But Miles's petting technique was simply on another level. He naturally gave off a gentle, calming aura. As his fingers glided softly against the roots of its feathers, a warm, tingling sensation rushed straight through the Taillow's body.
Its stiff posture instantly melted away. That sharp yellow beak, which had just been poised to peck him, stopped dead in mid-air.
Right in front of the stunned livestream viewers, the arrogant little bird—which had looked down on everyone just a second ago—awkwardly turned its head away. It put on a perfect tsundere act, as if to say, 'Hmph, I couldn't care less about you.'
Yet, its plump white chest completely betrayed its act. The Taillow eagerly leaned forward, rubbing against Miles's palm. A soft, contented chirp slipped from the back of its throat.
In that moment, it felt a sudden surge of warm energy wash through its body, making its wings feel lighter and stronger than before.
Having finally had his fill of petting the bird, Miles pulled his hand back with a satisfied smile. The Taillow reluctantly ruffled its feathers. It shot him one last haughty glare—as if acknowledging this human had decent taste—before spreading its wings.
Swoosh!
It took off like a streak of dark blue lightning, darting out the hallway window and vanishing into the night.
Witnessing this perfect, harmonious moment between human and Pokémon, the live chat absolutely exploded!
[Viewer "Late Night Cultivator": Holy crap! Streamer's Pokémon affinity is terrifying! The restaurant owner warned us it was reckless and dangerous, but in his hands, that fierce bird turned into a docile kitten! That tsundere act was absolute gold!]
[Viewer "Veteran Wild Pokémon Breeder": This is the unique aura of a top-tier Pokémon Master! Pokémon have sharp instincts; they can tell who genuinely loves them. The streamer's petting technique was textbook perfection!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": This proves the streamer doesn't just have god-tier eyes, but also a gentle heart that can soothe all creatures. When the Taillow flew off, I swear it was moving way faster than before. It must have been thrilled!]
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Hahaha! Its mouth said no, but its body was honest! That Taillow is a massive tsundere! But seriously, the streamer's gentle gaze while petting the bird was so crazyy!...]
[Viewer "Wild Pokémon Observer": So healing! In this chaotic world, watching pure interactions like this cleanses the soul. From today on, I'm a die-hard fan!]
[Viewer "Just Want to be a Quiet Sugar Mama": Streamer! Your hands have been kissed by God! Not only can you appraise, but you can magically tame wild birds! Can you come over and pet my mischievous Skitty so it behaves?]
[Viewer "Canyon's Most Affectionate Jungler": This is pure charisma. In the face of absolute strength and gentleness, even the most unruly Pokémon will bow their proud heads!]
Miles watched the chat flood with exaggerated praise. Chuckling, he shook his head and closed his bedroom door.
It was time to eat. He eagerly tore into his dinner—golden, crispy fried chicken coated in secret spices and dry chili powder. Every bite exploded with rich, savory juice. It was the ultimate indulgence. As he ate, he casually tossed the stripped bones to the drooling Munchlax sitting beside him.
A true champion of zero-waste living, he thought in amusement.
By the time they finished eating, it was almost 7:00 PM. Prime time.
Miles sat at his desk, adjusting his camera and microphone for the evening's appraisal stream. Suddenly, a thought struck him.
Smack! He slapped his thigh hard. "Crap! I almost forgot something huge!"
Earlier that afternoon, he had impulsively bought a Feebas from a viewer named 'Never Skunked Fishing'. But he still hadn't transferred the shipping fees or the buyout reward!
If word got out, people would think he was scamming his fans. How could he survive in the appraisal circle without a flawless reputation?
He quickly opened his direct messages, found the fisherman's chat, and asked for his bank account details. He also made sure to stress the transport conditions: the cross-city trip couldn't be cheaped out on. He needed to book a premium, temperature-controlled, oxygenated tank to guarantee the Feebas a 100% survival rate.
The fisherman replied a few moments later.
[Never Skunked Fishing]: "Don't worry, Streamer! I already got that thing home safe. I contacted the city's top Pokémon transport line, and they're bringing professional gear to pick it up soon."
Then, another message popped up. The man's hesitation bled right through the text.
[Never Skunked Fishing]: "But, Streamer... This Feebas is a fragile Water-type. The courier said a high-spec, cross-city transport starts at two thousand bucks! Are you sure you want to waste that much money shipping a broken, ugly fish?"
'Starts at two thousand bucks'. Miles felt his eye twitch violently.
He knew it was a necessary expense, but it still hurt. He had only scraped together a net profit of fifteen hundred today. Add in the hundred and fifty pounds of food he just bought for Munchlax, and his bank account was dangerously close to zero.
'Damn it', he groaned internally.
But then he remembered the Feebas's destiny tags. He thought of its terrifying future value. Compared to that, this tiny initial investment was a drop in the ocean.
[Miles]: "I'm sure. Just arrange it. Send me your account number."
The moment the fisherman sent his details, Miles transferred a whopping 3,500 bucks via his banking app without missing a beat.
Two thousand covered the exorbitant shipping fee, and the remaining fifteen hundred was the handsome reward he had promised his fan.
Trading fifteen hundred bucks for a Pokémon that would one day evolve into the world-stunning 'Milotic'...
Honestly, Miles felt a twinge of guilt. The profit margin was so absurd, he felt worse than a ruthless capitalist.
Meanwhile, across the city, the fisherman stood awkwardly in his living room. He was covered in dried mud, tangled in pondweed, and absolutely reeking of dead fish.
Opposite him stood his wife, her face plastered with a green cucumber mask. Hand on her hip, she jabbed a finger right at his nose, unleashing a spit-flying verbal barrage.
"Is your brain full of water?! It's bad enough you sneak out to buy fishing gear behind my back, but now you expect me to believe this nonsense? A famous Pokémon appraiser spent two thousand bucks on shipping just to buy that disgusting, toad-like mutant fish you caught?! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable! Did you fall into a sewer at the fish market? Are we ever going to have a normal life?!"
Faced with his wife's stormy interrogation, the fisherman wanted to cry but had no tears left. "Honey, please, don't be mad! I swear every word is the absolute truth! That Streamer Miles is a literal god—"
'Ding! Your Alipay account has successfully received: 3,500 bucks!'
Just as he desperately tried to defend himself, the crisp, mechanical payment notification echoed from his phone on the coffee table.
The air in the room completely froze.
The fisherman stared blankly at his phone screen. He snapped his head up to see the raging fire in his wife's eyes melt into sheer, utter disbelief.
"T-Three thousand five hundred bucks?!" The fisherman was dumbfounded. He had only expected the streamer to toss him a generous three- or five-hundred buck tip. He never imagined he'd get a lavish fifteen hundred on top of the two-thousand transport fee! "Honey! You heard it! It's real! Streamer Miles actually paid up!"
He lunged forward, catching his stunned wife in a massive bear hug. Two cucumber slices slid comically off her face during the violent motion, but she didn't even notice. Her pragmatic eyes were already sparkling with the brilliant light of cold, hard cash.
"That... that ugly trash fish actually sold for fifteen hundred?!"
Her tone shifted with impossible speed—going from a roaring tigress to a delicate, doting wife in a single millisecond. She smiled coyly and gently pushed against his chest, her voice dripping with enough syrup to cause a cavity.
"Oh, hubby, you worked so hard fishing today. Wherever you want to fish in the future, you have my one hundred percent support. I'll never stop you again." She paused, her gaze turning seductive as she added meaningfully, "But... fishing is fishing. Tonight, you'd better not slack off when it's time to pay your 'taxes'..."
.....
At exactly 7:00 PM, the professional ring lights clicked on inside Miles's rented apartment.
"We are live, chat! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Miles announced to the camera with a grin. "Let's get right into it! If you need a precise Pokémon appraisal or are stuck on a breeding bottleneck, send a call request!"
As he spoke, he glanced at his stream dashboard. His follower count was shooting up. If tonight went well, breaking his previous milestone would be a breeze.
[Viewer "Wild Pokémon Breeding Apprentice": First! Finally, the streamer is live! My takeout got cold waiting; I need this stream to eat to!]
[Viewer "Frontline Melon Eater": Streamer is looking handsome tonight! Hurry up and take some requests. I can't wait to see more outrageous Pokémon!]
[Viewer "Wild & Steamy Straight Man Tiger": Streamer! Pick me! Pick me! I have top-tier black stockings to show you! Guaranteed to feast your eyes!]
'Black stockings?' Miles raised a skeptical eyebrow at the glaringly out-of-place comment. He was a serious appraiser, sure, but he wasn't about to pass up a gimmick that could drive easy traffic.
"Bro, I'm a serious guy. Don't try to pull anything borderline NSFW on my channel," Miles muttered, though he was already clicking accept on the video link request. "But since you're so confident, I'll make an exception and give you a shot."
The screen buffered for a moment before snapping into focus.
However, when the highly anticipated visual was broadcast to tens of thousands of viewers, the bustling chat went dead silent.
A second later, it erupted into a collective wail of agony!
There were no gorgeous legs in alluring black pantyhose on the screen. Instead, it displayed a terrifyingly thick thigh, as massive and robust as an ancient tree trunk! What made everyone's blood run cold was the dense, unruly jungle of curly black hair covering the skin. The muscle definition, barely visible beneath the coarse fur, radiated an explosive, primal strength.
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Holy shit! Critical opening strike! How the hell is this top-tier black silk?! This is a pure biological weapon! My eyes are bleeding!]
[Viewer "Canyon's Most Affectionate Jungler": Help! The visual terror is too strong! My fragile retinas have been brutally violated!]
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