You’d been traveling with a small group of seasoned wanderers—friendly but cautious.

You thought you had everything under control.

Hex Maniac was your Pokémon, yes, but you’d made the rookie mistake of giving her free rein to pop in and out of her Pokéball.

Thankfully, she’d been considerate enough not to appear naked around the others.

But once night fell, the group said goodnight and retreated into their tents.

You barely glanced at your Pokéball before whispering, “Hex, stay inside, okay? Don’t come out.”

Silence.

You cracked the tent flap open and entered.

And there she was.

In the middle of your tent.

Naked.

And surrounded by an elaborate, almost ritualistic spread of your absolute favorite foods—fruit, roasted meat, sweets, and steaming tea.

Hex was on her hands and knees, cheeks raised high and wiggling—twerking and clapping with surprising rhythm.

A low, breathy moan escaped her lips.

“Trainer,” she whimpered, voice thick with need, “I made all your favorites… just for you. Come… come and enjoy.”

You froze.

Her violet hair framed her flushed, eager face.

She arched her back, cheeks clapping louder.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, eyes pleading. “To show you how much I care.”

Your heart raced.

You wanted to scold her.

But damn, she looked incredible.

And somehow… so needy.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re impossible,” you said softly.

Hex giggled, beckoning you closer with a crooked finger.

“Come, Trainer. Eat. Stay. And maybe… reward me later.”