Pokémon: This trainer is too wild!

Chapter 107 Waaah, Daigo, I'm not clean anymore!

"Um...you're kidding, right?"

Mikoli's eyelids were twitching wildly.

"Mammon, you just said you wouldn't hurt anyone! You're a champion-level trainer, how could you lie to me?!"

Mikkelsen believed that one should be trustworthy, especially since Mammon was such a strong champion.

"I said 'under normal circumstances,' but that doesn't mean I wouldn't, after all..."

Mammon's smile became even more unrestrained and arrogant.

"I'm the evil Team Rocket~"

Mikoli's expression changed. He was finding it hard to keep his composure because he could tell that Mammon's tone was even quite proud.
"Champion Mikey, do you know? The biggest advantage of being on the Rockets is that I have no morals or burdens. No one can stand on the moral high ground to hold me hostage, because as an evil person, I have no morals at all."

Mammon smiled as he looked at Mikkel, whose face was composed.

I'm already an evil element, and you're still trying to morally blackmail me? Then why should I become a member of an evil organization?

"However, as long as Champion Michael cooperates with me and guarantees his professional ethics, I will definitely let the Officer Jenny leave safely in the end."

"what on earth do you want?"

Mikoli's expression changed. Oh no, this guy came for him from the start!

"Don't worry, I won't make you do anything difficult."

Mammon grinned widely because Cattleya had appeared behind him.

When Cattleya arrived, she was stunned to see Officer Jenny and the others lying on the ground opposite her.

The battle ended while she was just buying some clothes?
especially……

Gadria glanced to the side with a strange expression. Suicune, expressionless, kept slapping Lucas's hand with its claws. What was going on?
Cattleya looked at Mammon, trying to find an answer.

"Ignore it, Haki is just looking for trouble," Mammon replied with amusement.

He hadn't expected Suicune to be so petty; no wonder Suicune kept breathing out when they first met.

The Lucky Kappa only slapped it once, so it insisted on slapping it back.

"Gargio, Fire Goose, have your men pack their things and head to the wilderness of Violet City. This base is no longer viable."

Mammon gestured for Gladion and Fire Goose to inform their subordinates that the base had clearly been exposed to the Hoenn League.

Moreover, the environment inside is so stuffy and hot, which Mammon already disliked.

"Yes." Gragio nodded and turned to give instructions to his subordinates.

"Then it's up to us, Champion Mikoli."

Mammon led Gadriya slowly to Mikkuri, smiling happily.

"Gulp... What do you want to do..."

Michael Litton sensed something was wrong. At this moment, he had completely lost the champion's domineering aura when he said "You are the challenger." Instead, he looked like a weak little girl being cornered by a strong man.

"That's right. Actually, I've always been a fan of you, Champion Michael. Your handsome appearance and elegant demeanor have earned my deep respect."

Mammon spoke in a very gentle tone.

"Huh...is that so?"

A smug smile appeared on Mikkel's exquisite and handsome face. If his movements weren't restricted, he would have even wanted to casually flick his bangs.

There's no way around it, he's just too charming; Michael is such a captivating man.

"So I've always had a dream."

Mammon waved to Armored Mewtwo, and Armored Mewtwo, as if by telepathy, flicked its finger, and the six shrunken Poké Balls on Wallace flew out and landed in Mammon's hand.

"Mammon!" Mikuri's expression changed; his Poké Ball!
“Don’t worry, Champion Mikoli, I’m just keeping them for now. I’ll return them to you later,” Mammon said with a smile.

“I have prepared these gifts especially for you, and I hope you will wear them. Then I will personally act as your photographer.”

Mammon took a bag from Cattleya and handed it to Michael, who had regained his mobility. The true intentions were revealed.

Cattleya looked at Mikoli with a subtle expression. Good heavens!
"Clothes? Just wearing some clothes and taking some photos?"

Michael was puzzled; in his opinion, the request wasn't really that unreasonable.

“That’s right, I’ve always had a dream of becoming a photographer. Can you fulfill my dream, Michaeli Champion?” Mammon’s smile deepened.

“If that’s all, no problem at all, Mammon. My fashion designer has always told me that my perfect figure is the best clothes hanger…”

Michael declared with great pride, casually opening his pocket. He was quite curious about what clothes Mammon had prepared for him.

But when the pocket was opened, Mikoli's words came to an abrupt halt.

Mikoli's face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and his breathing gradually quickened.

"Mammon!!!"

Mikoli's voice was deep and powerful, gradually rising in pitch, clearly indicating that his anger was escalating rapidly.

What do you mean by this?!

Mikoli took a white dress and a green wig out of the bag and glared at Mammon.

"The skirt? What's wrong with it?" Mammon asked, puzzled. "I think you would look beautiful in it, Champion Michael."

"How dare you insult me ​​like this! I am a man!"

Mikoli is amazing! He's a real man! A true man!

Although he's very handsome, he's still a man!

"Oh, you're mistaken. Champion Michael, your perspective is too narrow. Art knows no gender."

Mammon shook his head and sighed.

"As long as you set aside your prejudices and believe me, Mr. Mikoli, you will definitely be able to take perfect portrait photos."

"I am very confident in my skills!"

Mammon patted his chest and confidently assured everyone that he had dreamed of becoming a photographer since his previous life!
If he hadn't become a trainer in this life, Mammon believes he would definitely have become a master photographer!

"Impossible!" Michael's face darkened with a suave grin. "You're dreaming! Me, the champion of Hoenn, you want me to wear women's clothing?"

Mikoli refused without hesitation. Cross-dressing was out of the question; she would never do it in her life. "And don't call me teacher!"

You're the teacher? Your whole family are teachers, you bastard! I haven't even taken a picture yet!
Michael was furious; he refused to acknowledge the title.

and also……

Where's Daigo? Damn it, I've sent him so many messages, did he fall into a latrine? He still hasn't come over.

Hey bastard, come quick and save him! Your brother's being forced to wear a skirt!!
Mikoli roared inwardly.

Meanwhile, in a public restroom in Kaina City.

"Well……"

Daigo held the toilet paper, his handsome face pale and weak. He felt like he had transformed into a Splatoon.

He saw the multiple SOS messages Mikuri sent him, but Daigo simply couldn't get out of the bathroom right now!
You can't exactly ride on a Metagross monster and have diarrhea at the same time, can you?
At noon, he bought a bowl of cold noodles out of curiosity at a street stall in Kaina City. The taste was indeed very good, but after eating it, he felt something was wrong.

He had already run to the toilet four times, almost to the point of exhaustion.

Damn it, he had heard that small workshops used a lot of raw materials, but he didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

Mikoli, wait for me! After I finish this trip, I'll ride Metagross to rescue you!

Meanwhile, on the side of the concave-convex mountain road...

"It is precisely because you are Michael that this set of photos is worth taking."

Mammon shrugged. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was Michael, he wouldn't have bothered taking the photos. He wasn't just any photographer.

"Anyway, I'm not filming!" Mikoli said with a "do whatever you want" expression, and started setting up!
"Ms. Michael, you should think this through."

Mammon raised an eyebrow and waved the Poké Ball in his hand at Mikuri with a half-smile.

"Even if something happens to your Pokémon and those Officer Jennys, it won't matter, right?"

"you!!"

Ms. Mikkelsen glared angrily at Mammon.

"Is it your own unyielding pride that matters more, or the safety of your Pokémon and Officer Jenny?"

Mammon laughed like a bully, his slow and deliberate tone exactly like a villain in a TV drama who forces women into prostitution.

"Mammon! You're despicable!!"

Mikoli gritted his teeth; he had never felt so powerless before.

"Thank you for your praise, teacher. Now, without further ado, please change your clothes quickly. This is only the first outfit. Let's finish shooting as soon as possible so you can get some rest."

"What do you mean??" Mikoli's heart skipped a beat.

“I bought seven outfits, Michael, you’re welcome.”

Gadriya gestured to the seven bags of clothes on the ground and said to Mikoli with a slight, reserved smile.

Michael suddenly felt dizzy and his face turned pale. Seven sets of women's clothing?!
"Mewtwo, could you please make a changing room for me?"

Armored Mewtwo remained silent for a moment, then raised its arm towards the open space in front of it. Under the meticulous control of Armored Mewtwo, it channeled the power of the earth and psychic abilities.

The ground surface churned and surged like ocean waves, eventually rising, twisting, and deforming into a simple, three-meter-high house.

And all of this happened in less than ten seconds.

Michael was dumbfounded.

"That's amazing!" Gadriya exclaimed in admiration. What kind of superpower control was that?

"Tsk~ As expected of you, you really are the all-powerful Pokémon."

"It's not difficult."

Dark Mewtwo replied calmly, but its tail wagging much faster showed that it was in a good mood after being praised.

“Michael, teacher, please.”

Mammon gestured to Michael.

Mikoli's expression kept changing as she looked at the long dress in her hand. Did she really have to wear women's clothing?
But what will happen to Milotic and Officer Jenny if we don't agree to Mammon's request? Will Mammon really hurt them?
No, we can't gamble with their lives!
It's just a small sacrifice. As the Hoenn Champion, I have a responsibility and an obligation to protect everyone!

It's just a skirt! Let's get it!
Mikoli quickly walked into the small house with the dress in her hand.

"Good, good, Ms. Mikoli, yes, lift your foot slightly, raise your left hand and put it to your ear, hey~ yes, that's it, perfect!"

"Don't look so stiff, Ms. Mikuri. Smile! Yes, smile sweetly, with a touch of girlish shyness, that's it!"

The moment the photo was taken, Mikoli's face immediately went expressionless.

Then Mikuri looked at the life-size mirror that Armored Mewtwo had somehow moved to the side.

She wore a dark blue fitted top and a white long skirt. A sapphire necklace adorned her long, slender neck. Her long, flowing green hair reached her waist. She had a fair, delicate, and gentle face with rosy cheeks and beautiful eyes like green agate.

Hey!
Mikoli turned around expressionlessly. Damn it, she couldn't look anymore. If she looked any longer, she would be mesmerized by the woman in the mirror.

Mikoli was on the verge of tears. Why did she look so beautiful in women's clothing?
Damn it, my damned beauty!
"Great! Then let's try JK uniforms next. Teacher, your skin is so good, it will definitely look great on you."

"That's awesome, Ms. Mikoli! Yes, that's how you run! You look so pure and youthful! All those otaku will definitely see you as their ideal woman when they see your smiling face and figure!"

"Then let's change into black stockings and a tight-fitting outfit."

Two hours passed just like that.

"What a pity, what a pity, the scenery here is too monotonous, and your facial expression management skills are really just average, teacher."

Mammon looked at the film in the camera with some regret.

"That's enough for today. I'll take another set of photos for you next time. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Mikoli."

But Mammon finally put away his camera with satisfaction and smiled at the slightly tired Michael across from him.

"I'm returning the Poké Ball and Officer Jenny to you, Mr. Wallace. I look forward to seeing you again next time."

"..."

Mikoli didn't want to speak; he just stared blankly at the sky.

Waaaaah~ Daigo, I'm not clean anymore!!

(End of this chapter)