"Ahhhhh!"
Misty yanked the tent zipper shut and collapsed onto the sleeping bag, heart hammering against her ribs. She snatched up a pillow, imagined Alex's smug face, and punched it over and over—ten, fifteen, twenty times—until her arms burned.
When she finally tossed the pillow aside, her eyes dropped to her ruined top. The torn fabric hung open, cool air kissing her bare skin. Her full, round breasts were completely exposed, soft pink nipples stiff from the sudden chill and the rush of embarrassment. She could still feel the phantom weight of Alex's stare burning into her.
*He saw everything… my tits, my nipples, the way they bounced when that stupid Magikarp thrashed against me.*
Her cheeks flared hotter than a Flamethrower. Ever since she met Alex, he'd been getting accidental peeks at her body—once or twice could be brushed off as bad luck, but this was the third time. And this one wasn't even his fault. That damn Magikarp had hooked her shirt and ripped it wide open like it was gift-wrapping her for him.
The more she thought about it, the angrier and wetter she got between her thighs. Shame and heat twisted together until she hissed through gritted teeth, "Bastard…"
She stripped off the shredded top, letting her heavy breasts sway free for a moment. Her nipples tightened even more in the open air. Quickly she pulled on a fresh, tighter tank top, tugging it down until the fabric stretched snug across her chest, outlining every curve. She adjusted the hem twice, making sure nothing could slip again, then stepped out of the tent with her chin held high.
Alex had already set the table. Steaming bowls of food waited, Pikachu and Pidgeotto perched nearby like eager waiters. He flashed her an easy smile, as if he hadn't just seen her half-naked ten minutes ago.
"Eat up—it's fresh," he said casually, sliding a plate toward her.
Pikachu waved both paws. "Pika-pi!"
Misty sat down without a word, still flushed. The food smelled incredible, and her stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear. She attacked the bowl with revenge-fueled hunger, spooning rice and soup so fast that broth dribbled down her chin. Three bowls disappeared, then four. Every bite was mixed with the memory of Alex's eyes on her bare tits; the anger only made her hungrier.
Pikachu squealed happily when Alex drizzled extra ketchup into its bowl and gave him a thumbs-up.
Lunch ended in comfortable silence. Misty's anger had melted into a warm, fuzzy embarrassment. Alex never once brought up the wardrobe malfunction. Instead he chatted about the road ahead, cracked jokes, and slowly coaxed her back into laughing with him. By the time they packed up, the tension between them had shifted into something softer… almost intimate.
They strolled through the forest, letting Pikachu and Pidgeotto battle a few wild Pokémon along the way. Misty found herself bumping shoulders with Alex on purpose, teasing him right back. The walk felt lighter than ever.
Soon the trees thinned and Pewter City spread out below them. Misty pointed toward the sturdy stone building at the center.
"There's the Pewter Gym. You sure you don't want to catch a Grass- or Water-type first? Rock-types are no joke."
Alex smirked. "I'll be fine. Watch me."
Pikachu pumped a tiny fist. "Pika!"
A gruff voice cut in from the wooden house nearby. "You're young and cocky, kid. Just starting your journey and already talking big? Brock's Rock-types have crushed plenty of Trainers stronger than that little Pikachu of yours."
An older man—broad shoulders, stubbled jaw—stepped outside and folded his arms.
**Ding! Mission triggered: Help Brock and Flint recognize each other!**
**Mission Reward: Hard Stone (boosts Rock-type move power by 20% for the holder), Junior Rare Candy × 3**
*Perfect. No Rock-types on my team yet—I can sell that Hard Stone and pad our travel money.*
Alex turned to the man with a knowing grin. "Uncle, you seem to know an awful lot about the Pewter Gym. You from around here?"
"I… no," Flint answered, caught off guard.
"Then come watch the battle. You'll see exactly how I take down Brock."
Alex walked off without waiting for a reply, leaving Flint staring after him, brows furrowed in thought.
Misty glanced back. "Do you know that guy?"
"Nope," Alex said lightly. "But he's got a lot of faith in the Gym Leader and zero faith in me. Figured he should see it with his own eyes."
They reached the Pokémon Center. The moment they stepped inside, Nurse Joy's eyes lit up. She grabbed Alex's hand across the counter.
"Alex! My sister Joy from Viridian City told me all about you. Thank you so much for saving that Pokémon Center. If you need *anything*—anything at all—just say the word."
Alex's mind flashed instantly: Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny, both in tiny uniforms, bent over the counter, skirts hiked up, moaning his name while he took turns pounding them from behind, their breasts bouncing, pussies dripping—
He blinked the fantasy away and smiled. "First, heal my team. And two bottles of milk, please."
Nurse Joy blushed at the way he looked at her but nodded quickly. She handed over the chilled bottles, then whisked Pikachu and Pidgeotto to the healing machines.
"Here," Alex said, passing one bottle to Misty. "You barely drank anything on the walk."
She was thirsty. She tilted the bottle and drank greedily. Cold milk spilled past her lips, a thick white drop sliding down the corner of her mouth and clinging there like a lewd little secret.
Alex's gaze locked on it. "You've still got milk on the corner of your mouth…"
Misty froze, tongue darting out to catch it. The droplet stretched in a thin, shiny string before she licked it clean, lips glistening.
"Oh my," Alex drawled, voice low and teasing, "what a fickle little woman you are right now."
Misty's face went scarlet. The way he said it—slow, filthy, like he was picturing that same white liquid somewhere far more intimate—made heat flood straight between her legs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but the damage was done; her nipples were visibly hard against her tight tank top again.
Before she could snap back, Pikachu and Pidgeotto came racing out, fully restored and bursting with energy. Pikachu scrambled up Alex's shoulder, tugging his ear and pointing toward the Gym.
"Pika-pi! Pikachu!"
Alex laughed. "All right, all right. Time for my first Gym battle."
He headed straight for the Pewter Gym, Misty walking beside him. She kept stealing glances at his confident stride, worry flickering in her beautiful eyes. Electric and Flying moves were at a huge disadvantage against Brock's Rock-types. This fight wasn't going to be easy.
(End of Chapter 13)