Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 468 The Drunken Pride

"Pikachu pikachu..."

In a luxurious private room, a man with a middle parting sat in the middle of a mountain of food, his cheeks bulging like a hamster's, frantically stuffing energy cubes and tree fruits into his mouth.

"Haven't eaten all day?" Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly, cutting the steak on his plate.

“No, Mr. Natsume,” Jiaozi put down her knife and fork and elegantly dabbed her lips with a napkin. “I fed it myself this morning.”

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Several Pokémon, including Mid-Headed Dragonite and Dragonite, have been transferred from the Pokémon Center in Odd-Dragon City.

For this Unova trip, Natsume only brought Loreton, Diglett, Diglett, Dragonite, and Zapdos.

Rotom and Mewtwo remained in the lab for final upgrade research.

Warm yellow light spilled from the exquisite rose-shaped crystal chandelier overhead, reflecting a soft glow onto the silver tableware.

Natsume chewed his food and looked up at the intricately designed lamps.

The hotel's decor seems somewhat different from the ones he usually stays in.

"Stab~"

With a satisfied wipe of its mouth, the middle-parted hair patted its belly with its shiny, oily paws, then transformed into a streak of red light and darted back into its red and white ball.

As if a signal had been activated, Diglett, Dragonite, and Zapdos transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into their respective Poké Balls.

The large private room suddenly felt much emptier.

Natsume was slightly taken aback, looking at the Poké Balls that had vanished from the table in an instant with a strange expression.

"Mr. Natsume~"

A soft, slightly tipsy call came from the side.

Jiaozi had left her seat at some point and was standing next to Natsume.

She held a wine glass in her hand, with a few drops of scarlet liquid remaining at the bottom.

Her fair cheeks were now flushed with a captivating blush, which spread all the way to her delicate earlobes and slender neck, making her look like a ripe peach in the warm light.

Those usually clear and cool blue eyes were now veiled with a misty haze, their gaze carrying an unconscious, languid, and dreamy quality.

She swayed slightly, and the remaining red wine in the glass slid down the smooth side of the glass, leaving a few meandering streaks.

"Want to drink?" Her voice was softer than usual, with the last syllable slightly drawn out and a hint of coquettish nasal tone.

“No,” Natsume said without looking up, continuing to twirl the noodles with his fork. “I’ll collapse if I touch alcohol.”

"Oh"

Jiaozi responded softly, like a kitten that hadn't been satisfied.

She tilted her graceful neck back and downed the last bit of red wine in her glass in one gulp.

The scarlet wine stained her full lower lip, leaving a moist and alluring sheen.

She seemed to choke on the lingering smell of alcohol, frowned slightly, and let out a very soft, intoxicated groan.

"thump!"

Before Natsume could even finish putting the noodles on his fork into his mouth, the figure beside him, exuding a rich aroma of sake and a warm, soft scent, suddenly and limply collapsed.

She fell headfirst into Natsume's arms with perfect precision.

Natsume's body swayed slightly from the sudden weight.

The steak, cut in half, was still lying on the plate.

He looked down, staring blankly at the person in his arms.

Jiaozi seemed to have completely lost the strength to support his body, and his whole body was like a pool of melted, sweet-smelling warm jade, clinging to his body perfectly.

Her slender arms, like soft vines, possessed an irresistible strength, instantly encircling Natsume's waist and holding him tightly.

Her little head was buried deep in his chest, her burning cheeks clearly conveying the intense heat through the thin fabric of her shirt.

The warm breath, carrying the unique sweet aroma of fermented red wine, like ripe grapes, gently brushed against Natsume's collarbone, the air hot and moist.

Natsume instinctively reached out, wanting to pick her up and put her on the sofa next to him.

However, those seemingly slender arms burst forth with astonishing strength, tightly binding him, and no matter how carefully Natsume tried to pry them open, they wouldn't budge.

Each slight tug only resulted in the person in his arms snuggling tighter and letting out a dissatisfied whimper filled with heavy sleepiness.

I tried several times without success.

Natsume looked at the small black head buried in his chest, its breathing gradually becoming even and long, and then at the unfinished dinner on the table.

Fortunately, the other person is petite and slender, so although it is inconvenient to move around while hanging like this, it doesn't seem to affect her too much.
He remained silent for a few seconds.

The noodles, which had been hanging in mid-air on the fork, eventually fell back onto the plate.

Natsume picked up his knife and fork again and continued cutting the steak that was about to get cold.

She simply moved even more gently, trying not to disturb the proud one in front of her, who was now completely asleep, like a koala, drunk. It was clear that the proud one was very tired today.

Perhaps I should have come with her in the first place?
The other party wouldn't be this tired, and I might not have run into this mess today. But wait, if that were the case, the Unova region might lose one of its Elite Four members.

My soft, warm body pressed against mine, radiating heat continuously, like a small heater.

Inside the private room, the occasional clinking of knives and forks gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of Jiao Zi's even and hot breathing.

After finishing his meal, Natsume wiped his mouth.

He tried to stand up while wearing the human-shaped pendant on his body, his movements were a little clumsy, like he was moving a large, extremely soft doll.

He moved to the large sofa on one side of the private room and sat down carefully.

Jiaozi only grumbled twice in dissatisfaction as he moved, tightened her arms around him, and nuzzled her head in his arms to adjust to a more comfortable position.

Natsume put one arm around her petite shoulders to steady her, while reaching to the side with his other hand to pick up his laptop.

His eyes were serious, and with a flick of his wrist, a black chip appeared in his palm.

This chip, with its rounded outer surface and slightly convex inner surface, is roughly similar in shape to the War Dragon Scale in his hand.

The object, which resembled the scales of a war dragon, was found on the body of the terrorist he had knocked unconscious.

The other five people were also found to have this item on their bodies during Officer Jenny's search.

However, unlike the War Dragon Scales, this thing is made of obsidian.

It serves no purpose other than symbolizing a certain status.

Opening his notebook, Natsume placed the chip aside and began a broad search for information about terrorist attacks in the Unova region.

As expected, various clues combined led Natsume to discover some unusual similarities that were highly consistent with the attack.

First of all, it's easy to understand why these guys attacked famous landmarks.

Almost without exception, these people managed to evade the alliance's security checks.

how did you do that?
Natsume remembered the weapons those guys had taken out of the plane.

There were even explosive charges.

It's impossible for it to pass the security check.

Unless they possess something similar to a system space, like themselves?

Natsume was startled.

With this question in mind, he stared intently at the screen, his fingers slid rapidly across the touchpad, searching for any relevant clues.

Just as he was completely absorbed in his work, the child in his arms seemed to be sleeping rather restlessly.

She unconsciously uttered a muffled murmur, her body twisting slightly. Her hot breath, carrying the sweet scent of grapes, landed directly on Natsume's slightly protruding Adam's apple.

The hot, moist, and slightly itchy touch made Natsume's Adam's apple bob involuntarily.

Natsume frowned; he felt like his Adam's apple was turning into a grape-like substance.

To make matters worse, her movement caused the arms wrapped around Natsume's waist to loosen for a moment, and her petite body slid down a bit.

The laptop that Natsume was balancing on his lap suddenly wobbled and almost slipped off his lap!

With quick reflexes, he caught the bottom of the computer and managed to keep it steady.

The child in his arms seemed to have found a more comfortable position, with his little head tilted and resting in the crook of his arm, his cheek pressed against his lower abdomen, his hot breath warming his skin through the fabric.

The rich, sweet aroma, infused with the scent of wine, permeated the air even more unrestrainedly.

"Perhaps we should implement a no-alcohol policy for employees in the future."

As Natsume pondered this, he could only use one hand to hold the restless, incredibly hot girl in his arms even tighter, to prevent her from slipping off and interfering with his work again, while continuing to operate the computer with his other hand, his brows furrowed.

After a long search, nothing was found.

Natsume sensed something was wrong.

Logically speaking, the alliance should have noticed this problem after these numerous terrorist attacks, both large and small.

Forget it, let's deal with the college matters first.

He closed his laptop and put away the obsidian chip.

Looking down at the little boy sleeping soundly in her arms, breathing evenly, her rosy cheeks still held a hint of contented innocence.

Natsume tried again, carefully trying to move her onto the sofa.

As soon as he moved, those slender arms tightened instantly, like a spring being triggered, holding him even tighter.

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It seems this is all we can do tonight.

(End of this chapter)