Cleaning up

You peel off your clothes without delay and eagerly jump into the shower, wanting nothing more than to wash off the shame of your earlier defeat. You linger beneath the warm water a while longer than necessary, enjoying the peace and relaxation before hearing a strange sound from your room. Worried, you give your hair a quick toweling off before stepping outside the bathroom to see Samantha planted on your bed.

“OhmygodSamanthapleaseknock!”

“I did. You didn’t answer so I let myself in. You don’t mind, right?” You DO mind, actually. You stand there pouting for a few seconds before tracing her line of sight to your boobs.

“Quit staring!” you cry as you move to protect your modesty.

“Aww come on. We’re friends, aren’t we? No need to cover up like that. Also, I am NOT staying in that room. The TV doesn’t work, there are no sheets on the bed, and there isn’t even any soap!”

“Uh, maybe you should talk to Nurse Joy? I’m sure she could fix all of those things for you,” you reply.

“Nahhh, I’ll just stay in your room. I mean, the only issue is that there’s only one bed, but we can both fit. We’ll just have to get nice and comfy. Niiiiiice and comfy,” she says. “And I need to use your shower.” Ah, right. The cum. It’s still on her face.

You finish drying yourself off (in the privacy of your bathroom!) before walking out wrapped in a towel and giving Samantha her turn to wash herself off. There’s a pair of pajamas sitting on the bed, unlike in your room at Cerulean, which you certainly appreciate. Apparently Saffron City’s Pokemon Center is a step up in hospitality. You set them aside, then lay in your bed watching TV as you wait for Samantha to finish up. It’s just a show about a picky person buying a house. There’s never anything good on.

Unlike you, Samantha boldly walks out of the bathroom without a towel. Looking over at her, she looks as short as ever. It’s easy to forget that she’s still got about 3 inches on you, even though you’re both definitely in the short category.

She drags a chair over to the bed and sits on it backwards, folding her arms over the top as her boobs press into the bars lining the back. Unf, that’s certainly something to look at... Your redheaded friend asks, “So Emilia, what brings you to Saffron City, anyway?”

“I’m going to beat the Saffron Gym Leader and get my next gym badge!” you answer confidently. Samantha’s eyes are half-lidded as she responds, “Oh riiiiiight, the Pokemon Master thing. Isn’t that, like, gonna be a lot of work?”

“Sure it is, but it’ll be worth it when I show everyone that I can do more than just provide sexual relief,” you say with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“Hrmm…” Samantha grunts with a frown. “But you already have a badge, right? Isn’t that enough to change everyone’s mind? It proves you’re a capable trainer, at least.”

She has a point… Given your track record, nobody in Rifure Town would have thought you’d win a single battle, but you’ve already proven them wrong. They’d be seriously surprised if you showed up with a badge. That’s not what this adventure is about, though. You don’t just want to surprise people, you want to take them by storm! To smash their impressions of you and replace them with those of a masterful woman, renowned for her skill and strength across all of Kanto, or even further!

“I HAVE to be a Pokemon Master. There’s no other way. It’s… It’s… Pokemon Master or Bust!” Why do you feel like there’s a title card on your face? “You’ll support me, right?”

Samantha chuckles. “Okay okay, you have my full support girl. I was just worried about you, but I guess there’s no changing your mind.”

Samantha’s a great friend, so it only makes sense for her to worry. Still, you’re glad she has your back. As late as it is, you figure now would be a good time to go to bed, and Sam agrees.