Last time, Haru had awakened Lusamine using brute force—quite literally smacking her back to her senses.
But he couldn't use the same method now. If he did, chances were she wouldn't snap out of it—instead, she might actually enjoy it. Because, well... that just happened to align perfectly with her kinks.
That would be like throwing oil on a fire.
Oh no… she might actually be invincible now.jpg
"Ahem... But, uh, you are Lillie's mother, after all. Maybe we should take a step back and cool down a little…"
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm too old for you?"
The moment those words left his mouth, Lusamine's mood visibly soured.
Sure, she was a mother of two, but just by appearance, one could easily mistake her for a woman in her early twenties. If we're talking about sheer aura, then frankly, she was even more alluring than Lillie.
She was like the forbidden fruit in Eden—dangerous, tempting, and impossible to ignore. Haru was no exception.
The fact that he hadn't already thrown himself at her was a testament to his self-control. If he gave in now, he'd officially be stepping into villain territory.
But Haru wasn't ready to become a full-blown scoundrel just yet. He liked to think he was still a man of principle.
"Alright, are you really sure about this? If you go through with it, there's no going back."
He tried once more, earnestly, to talk her down—to see if there was even a sliver of reason left in her.
At that moment, Haru was like a chaotic-good Dungeon Master trying to talk a suicidal player out of their self-destructive plan, hoping—begging—to keep them alive.
Unfortunately... this player had absolutely no intention of backing down. In fact, she wanted Haru to be rougher.
And that was the moment Haru—despite himself—felt a tyrant's ambition stir within his chest.
Without hesitation, he reached for Mew's Poké Ball... and recalled her with a snap of his fingers.
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On Melemele Island, in the Alola region, a brutal Pokémon battle was about to commence.
There were no spectators. Only one victor would walk away from this duel.
The loser? Doomed to grovel on the ground like a dog, desperately begging for mercy.
The two combatants were no ordinary trainers: on one side, the god-beast of the future—Haru. On the other, the supreme leader of the ultra-rich Aether Foundation—Lusamine. Both stood at the very peak of their respective worlds.
Against such an overwhelming opponent, could Haru still win?
He didn't know.
But what he did know was this: even if he didn't yet know how to win—he refused to lose.
They moved. The match began.
Haru made the first move. His opening technique was Crush Claw—a move only learned by Pokémon with claw-type physiology.
Though the base damage was low, Crush Claw had a high chance of lowering the opponent's defense.
But Haru didn't aim for Lusamine's body—he went straight for her equipment: the semi-transparent battle armor she wore.
He was planning ahead, weakening her defense early so he could finish the match later with a devastating finisher.
This kind of high-level strategy proved one thing: Haru's tactical mind would not allow him to lose this battle.
But Lusamine? She wasn't going to go down that easily.
Instead of dodging or blocking Haru's attack, Lusamine let the Crush Claw hit her. The strike ripped open the upper portion of her translucent armor, exposing the skimpy underlayer barely covering her.
And then—she counterattacked at lightning speed.
With Draining Kiss, she quickly recovered her lost stamina and simultaneously drained Haru's PP for Water-type moves.
That's when Haru realized: Lusamine's Ability was Weak Armor—when struck, her defense would drop, but her speed would increase by two full stages.
But that wasn't all. Lusamine's Weak Armor didn't just boost her own stats—it somehow also increased her opponent's attack speed... an unnerving synergy that made the entire exchange feel off-balance.
On top of that, her armor came with the passive trait Cute Charm, which could inflict infatuation on contact—yet another layer of threat that Haru had to contend with.
"She's already this powerful… Fine. Then I won't hold back!"
Though stunned by the counterattack and the charm effect, Haru's technique lost none of its force. He was ready to get serious.
"Fake Out!"
Smack!
His palm lashed out with sudden explosive force—and the white armor Lusamine wore was instantly stained a deep, angry red.
It wasn't as powerful as Crush Claw, but Fake Out was a super effective hit, judging by Lusamine's flushed face.
She clearly didn't appreciate being on the receiving end of such a humiliating move.
But due to Fake Out's status effect, Lusamine found herself temporarily paralyzed, unable to act—completely at Haru's mercy.
And this scoundrel—this god-beast of a man—had no shame whatsoever. He kept using Fake Out over and over, an utterly illegal spam tactic that gave Lusamine no breathing room.
Now Lusamine was in real danger.