No, her distraction wins

Calling it a loss would be an understatement. Misty was zoned out for most of the fight, considering all of the different ways that things might turn out if she lost. She blushed at the thought of all the things she might be **** to do, her crotch growing damp in the process. Her brain wasn’t even entertaining the idea of winning at this point, as if it had lost enough times to know how these battles turn out. She barely issued a few orders to attack, all of which left her pokemon wide open for a counterattack. While she was still wrestling with feelings of anticipation and dread, Misty’s last pokemon was KO’d. The newcomer had defeated her on his first try, making it look like a piece of cake to beat a Gym Leader, especially one as weak as Misty.

“Congratulations on earning the Cascade Badge…” Misty sighed, walking to the other side of the pool to give the trainer his reward. The swimmers applauded her defeat, coincidentally moving closer to form a circle around her.

This is the tenth time this week. What’s wrong with me? Did that Emilia girl put me in a funk? Misty thought.

“Sheesh. You’re as much of a pushover as they said,” the boy gloated. “Guess I can’t expect much from a whore like you. So about my other prize…”

Misty prayed that this kid, unlike all the others who came before him, would be content with the usual prize. After all, she’d been getting tagged nonstop in pictures and videos online of her loss against Emilia. She definitely didn’t want to make a habit out of paying sexual losses in front of others. “Right. Here’s the TM. It teaches your pokemon how to use-”

The boy grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her into a kiss, causing the TM to hit the ground with a clang. The swimmers applauded again as yet another challenger began claiming Misty’s true prize.